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"Masie, I think you really need to consider the potential benefits more before you abandon the idea of me using it on you or have you already done this?" you ask with eager excitement of a child in a toy store.

"I have! Yes, you could make my legs hairless so I never need to wax or shave again," she takes your hand and slides it along your leg, "It feels good, right?"

Making you gulp and grow hard almost instantly, it is so smooth, soft, supple, as she slides your hand up until, you feel something embossed, an elegant, "Miasie..." you start to say before she yells back.

"STOP!" she says throwing your hand back on her lap, "Look at you. You're already hard and I bet you already want to touch my legs again, to go further, to feel your hand reach up even more. The memory of it burning inside you? See how quickly you get corrupted?"

Admittedly, you feel some shame. Its true, you want to put your hand back on her leg and explore it more. You're as hard as you've ever been.

"You could give me Sydney Sweeney size boobs, with a low body fat elsewhere and poof I'm a Hollywood superstar, BUT, the curse has been in my family for generations. I KNOW you'd want to see them. You WOULD want to touch them. You'd want to feel them intimately, wouldn't you?" she asks.

You pause, imaging her with the starlet's breasts on her thin frame and get even harder, before sheeply responding "maybe..."

"How about if my butt is tighter or larger or smaller or whatever 'your' perfect butt is? It would be irresistible only leading to one thing, you bending over. Better lips? Yeah, we know where that's headed. Better hair, three-boobs like that total recall film, armpits or feet? Eww, but yeah maybe that's your thing. "

"Any change you make will make me more desirable to you and your desire will eat away at your will and corrupt you. It begins with just one change and always slopes down hill. My father understood this as he was a philosophy major when he met my mom and a history buff too. Fascinated all that world war 2 documentaries about how people did evil stuff, " you nod along. In an attempt to get closer to Maisie, you'd actually watched some documentaries with him. An attempt to spend time in the house, time near her and hoping your dad would put in a good word.

"That's why I picked you. My dad is one of the very few men who do not **** it as he knows just one slip and it'll corrupt him. It took him decades to faulter or even budge on his promise. Now, he adjust her nearly every day. She gets mad? Be happy. Sad? Be happy. Angry? Be calm. Not in the mood? He fixes that. I share a bedroom wall so believe me, I know. It went from non-existent to hard to sleep every night. I sleep with Holly most nights now" shaking her head. Her eyes have looked more tired these recent weeks. You thought maybe it was staying up texting Brad or whoever was the current crush.

You imagine the two sisters cuddled together, in nothing but sleepwear as your mind spins ideas as to what Maisie's dad was saying to the mom. Was it as simple as "Be horny?" Does he make it feel natural by making her forget or just doesn't bother? Holly has the curse too. What if he'd learned of Holly's first?

You musing are interrupted as she continues her complaint. "My mother rarely feels anything but happy emotions these days. Even lately, he stops doing the dishes, laundry, housekeeping, etc. My mother was upset at first when he got lazy. Now, she doesn't mind. Any upset vanishes. She's become his maid. Nearly every single other men left the woman unrecognizable shell of their former self. I feel like my mother is on the way. She's just...her but.....different. The spark is gone. I do not want to be lobotomized and detached from reality too."

"What if I just want to be loved? to be desired? to be appreciated by you? For you to feel the way I feel about you? Would that be so bad?" you ask sulkenly, "Maybe there is a right way and your father just didn't do it, uhh, properly?"

"No! Please don't! Please please please. I might get trapped in my body, mind screaming; that's happened and horrific. Can you imagine being **** to be gay and feel cocks sliding up your ass while being straight the whole time? While you should 'yes yes, more please, faster, harder' and the dude complies while you are thinking 'stop stop, no please make it stop'", she pleads eyes tearful, "Thats what can happen when the curse really corrupts you and the owner tries to break your will. My aunt...."

You shudder imaging another man's dick inside you against you will but also remain hard thinking of Maisie saying "yes, yes, more please faster harder", perhaps better a better endowed enhanced version....

"Who I am now, would be gone forever. Friends who care about me? They'd never see THAT Maisie again. Imagine, my best friend goes through a breakup or fight and needs her bestie. Normally, maybe I say 'You were too good for Brian,' but now I don't even show up or respond to texts because I'm busy serving you. It would be no different than if I were dead."

"You have a point..." you say while thinking about her dropping out of society, work, family, friends and devoting herself entirely to doting on you, serving you and putting your happiness as her highest needs. When she climbed into the car, making you happy being the priority over texting on her phone to Brad or whoever, and it sounds....pleasant but you would be a monster. Wouldn't you? All her friends and family lose her, so you alone gain?

"or what if my advice is 'Maybe you needed to suck his cock more. Did you give him him head three times a day?' and so-forth, things I'd never recommend today but future mind-fucked Maisie totally does. My friend is gonna be thinking 'What the fuck happened to you?' and disgusted by my lack of care. So I'm dead to her then too."

"It would be some zombie loving you, possibly trapped inside her own" she yelled back, "Please please, don't try to help me with the curse. You have to forget about it and do your best not to use it. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, I just can't -- "

"no no NO! DON'T!"

"I love you. Maisie, tell me exactly, honestly, and fully, why you don't love me back and then forget you told me as soon as you finish," you command, ready to hear some harsh truths, "and what it is about the guy you won't stop texting you're into, and what I would need to do for you to love me"