By changing Tiffany

Kevin pursed his lips in thought for a few seconds before looking over to his concubine and asking, "Hey Sam, give us a moment, will you?"

Samantha shrugged and stepped back to give the two space, though remaining in eyesight if not earshot. Once she had her nose buried in her phone again, Kevin looked back at Jess and said, "So, you want me to save you the humiliation of people seeing your sopping wet pussy, is that it?"

Jessica nodded, doing her best to hold her tongue.

"Even though it was your own fault you were caught?" he continued, "And you just got done telling me how much you didn't like my last act of generosity?"

"Generosity?" Jessica spat, barely managing to keep from yelling, "You call trying to turn me gay and making my teacher try to fuck me generosity? And you have the nerve to say it's my fault I got 'caught' when you're the one who won't even let me wear some fucking underwear? Fuck you!"

Okay, so maybe her best was not enough.

Kevin actually looked intimidated by her shouting for a brief moment, but then his face grew dark. When he spoke next, his voice was cold as ice, "Alright, fine. I tried being nice, but apparently you don't appreciate that at all."

Jessica felt a pit in her stomach as it sunk in just how truly fucked she was. Trying to enact some measure of damage control, she said, "N-Now hold on Master, I didn't mean..."

"Yes you did," Kevin interrupted, "Even in the position you're in, you just can't help acting petulant and entitled can you? I thought you would have been humbled by now, but clearly I'm going to have to take some drastic measures in order to teach you to have some respect for your Master."

He looked over at Sam, who by now was busying herself with her phone, "It seems that changing the people you know gets the biggest reaction, though so far the effects on your life have been coincidental. Perhaps I need to do something more... intentional."

Jessica followed Kevin's gaze to her friend, then turned to him and said, "Oh come on, wasn't making her your concubine enough?"

"That's not your choice to make," Kevin said, before continuing, "But no, I'm not going to be changing Sam just to punish you. She's mine, so any changes I make will be to my benefit. However, it's not like Sam is your only friend. After all, there's a third member of your little power trio I haven't touched yet."

It only takes a moment for Jessica to realize who Kevin was talking about, "You don't mean... no, please, leave Tiffany alone!"

"It's only fitting," Kevin said, "The three of you are, or were, the bitch queens of the school, strutting around here like you owned the place with no regard for the little guys, or anyone who wasn't part of your little clique for that matter..."

It took every ounce of willpower Jessica had left not to roll her eyes at Kevin's attempt to justify his actions. As he ranted, she considered running over to Sam and getting her to text Tiffany that she was in danger... but even if there was anything she could do to stop him, what would she even tell the other girl? 'I'm a genie, and Kevin is using me to change reality, but only he and I know what's different so I can't prove it, so trust me when I say that you were a completely different person yesterday!' Worse, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, even if she was believed Jessica wasn't entirely sure that this new Sam would side with her over Kevin, even over something like this.

Not able to think of a good way to stop him given that she couldn't **** him herself, Jessica resigned herself to wait for the inevitable. Luckily, it wouldn't be too much longer; Kevin seemed about done with the spiel she had tuned out of for the past minute or so.

"...so I think it's fitting I give her the chance for everyone else to have a bit of fun in return," Kevin finished, "Besides, it'll be fitting for your two best friends to end up as sides of the same coin."

"What are you talking about?" Jessica asked, suddenly regretting not paying attention to what Kevin had been saying.

The boy sighed at her ignorance, apparently mistaking it for her not understanding him, "Maybe you'll get it once I start with the wishing. So to begin: I wish that Tiffany was only allowed to make money by whoring herself out at school, and that no one will be willing to pay her or give her any money unless she performs some sexual favor for them in return. I also wish that she would keep her prices low enough that even students from poorer families can afford her holes, and that everyone would be fine with her advertising and performing her 'services' on school grounds."

Jessica felt sick to her stomach, even as the waves of pleasure from the wishes assaulted her crotch. Distraught, she said, "Master, please don't! Tiffany's life will be ruined!"

"Like Sam's was?" Kevin countered, "Remember, everyone will think things were always this way. If Sam can still be a cheerleader while being my concubine, I'm sure Tiffany will be fine."

"B-But she could catch something!" Jessica stammered, **** to convince him this was a bad idea, "Or get pregnant! Even with condoms, that many boys having sex with her..."

"And girls," Kevin added, "I mean after all, you're pretty much the only straight girl in the school now, so I imagine she'll have plenty of takers from both teams."

He then frowned, "But you have a point, I hadn't thought about any of that... tell you what, I wish that Tiffany can't get pregnant or catch any STDs from having sex. Hell, let's take it a step further: I wish that anyone who has any type of sex with Tiffany will actually be cured of any STDs they might have. There, now she's practically providing a public service! Better?"

"A little..." Jessica reluctantly admitted, before hastily adding, "But it's still not right Master! Tiffany didn't do anything to deserve this!"

"Were you not listening to me earlier?" Kevin asked, "She, like you, is a bitch to anyone she sees as beneath her. Maybe some time on her knees will teach her humility. Then again, given that you still think you have the authority to tell me what I can and cannot do, maybe she'll still be an ungrateful bitch even as she's being paid to suck cock. It'll be fun to see how everything turns out, wouldn't you say?"

Before Jessica could respond, a lanky senior walked past them. Jessica recognized him as Ernest, someone she had worked on a history project with the year before. They weren't particularly close, but Jessica still felt rather ashamed as he looked her over, particularly when his eyes drifted down to her thighs and stayed there. The expression on his face as he hurriedly shuffled off towards the cafeteria told her that someone had informed him of Jessica's growing issue. How far was that information going to spread?

Kevin noticed the boy's reaction as well, and turned to Jessica with a smirk, "Oh right, we still haven't resolved the issue about your dripping snatch. You know, I really shouldn't do anything, considering you failed my little challenge for you so quickly..."

"No, please Master," Jessica begged, almost on reflex, "Don't..."

"...on the other hand, it'd be a shame to let the fun end so soon," Kevin thought for a moment, then sighed, "...alright, fine, I'll compromise. I wish that everyone who currently knows about your sopping wet pussy would retain that knowledge, but keep it private amongst themselves and not spread it any further... at least until you slip up again and the rumors start back up."

Jessica shuddered, though her pleasure mixed with the relief at getting some small concession. Sure she'll still have some people aware of her situation, but it wouldn't spread any further, and at this point Jessica knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"And hey, I just had a thought," Kevin said, his eyes lighting up deviously, "If you end up making too big of a mess down there, maybe you could pay Tiffany to lick it clean! I'm sure plenty of people would love to see that."

Jessica scowled, but bit her tongue and kept quiet, not wanting to incur Kevin's wrath yet again.

"Alright, well, I need to get to lunch," Kevin said, patting her on the cheek, "I'll check in on you later."

Kevin strutted over to Sam and wrapped his arm around her waist, "Sorry about that. Mind sitting with me at lunch?"

"Only every day you want me to," Samantha replied happily, nestling herself at his side, "Shall we?"

"Let's," Kevin said with a wicked grin, making his way to the cafeteria.