It takes a while to get under way

Of course, just because you made Maisie brilliant at business didn't mean the venture got underway overnight; it wasn't like the curse made her some sort of "sex genie" who could just snap her fingers and make it all a reality in a heartbeat.

No, there were forms to fill out, costs to incur, and all sorts of other things.

You'd had to make Maisie a few other things as well, like a genius web developer and a highly skilled video editor.

"I'm pretty sure my participation in this venture is going to be limited to having a huge cock to fuck you with and giving you the orders to transform yourself into the various body shapes that'll be on offer," you say.

"If you could make some of these changes to yourself, would you, Master?" she asks while she fills in online forms using exactly the right wording so as neither to lie about what you're doing and also not give any actual indication that you're producing adult content. You'd made her a master of multitasking shortly after the process started, so she doesn't slow down at all.

"Yes," you say instantly. "Both because I don't want you to work yourself to **** doing this part, and because it'd go faster with two people rather than one."

"That sounds like you're irked that every moment I'm doing this is a moment when you can't be fucking me, Master."

"It is partly that," you admit. Maisie just sighs and keeps filling in forms.

Her parents, thanks both to your commands to Maisie for people to find what she does normal and their own experience with her dad controlling her mom through the curse, had given you a startup loan, enough to cover webhosting costs and renting a studio for a few months, as well as buying all the equipment you'd need. You could tell that they weren't exactly happy with what they were pretty sure you're doing, but they also didn't object, which is good enough for your purposes.

Your own family is in the dark about it; Maisie's skills with videography are good enough to keep your face entirely out of frame in the test videos you've made so far, and Jocelyn's magic had altered the rest of your body just enough as to not be immediately recognisable from a video of you shoving more than a foot of cockmeat into a woman.

Maisie, on the other hand, is immediately recognisable as herself no matter what type of body you give her, thanks to another command you gave her. You'd tested it over the past while, with her friends recognising her no matter what you did to her boobs or ass or even voice, and her ID being accepted even if you rearranged her face or gave her a masculine body again.

Nobody looked askance even when you had her slither down the street as a naked four-boobed, six-armed lamia.

There were a few body types that the escort agency didn't advertise, but that was by silent agreement between the two of you. Otherwise it pretty much ran the gamut, including all sorts of body shapes that would be impossible ordinarily.

Maisie even coded a custom body creator for the website so that anyone booking her could have her as their dream partner.

"If they try to go outside these limits," she had explained while showing you, "well, I hope they like having their door kicked in."

Finally, after weeks of preparation, you're curled up against Maisie in bed, with her holding you gently against her "busty Amazonian muscle mommy" body, the largest of the various "presets" you've created for her, after you'd fucked her silly in it, of course. Her boobs are substantially bigger than your head, she's strong enough to crush your ribcage with a casual flex, and so tall that lying straight your body would only go from her shoulders to her knees, but your various commands to her keep her from harming you in any way, of course. You'd been trying out her various presets for yourself each night, and you'd found that you prefer either this, or her "busty curvaceous shortstack" form.

"Ready for go-live tomorrow?" you ask.

"I'm not ever going to be ready, Master," she admits. "God, I thought, I'll tell my friend who's been pathetically crushing on me about this curse, he'll never have the nerve to actually use it, maybe I can manipulate him into making me a genius accountant or something, and that'd be that. Heck, I even thought that maybe I could get you to make my boobs and ass a bit bigger, enhance my sex appeal, might take putting out for one night but that's it." You feel her shrug against your body. "Instead I'm about to be the biggest porn star the world's ever known and whore myself out every other night. So, no, I'm not ready for that, but I'm even less ready for the alternative. Just, one thing that does worry me a bit."

"What is it?" you ask. Your friendship, if you still have one, isn't what it had been, but you did still care for each other.

"Well, we've got videos and image sets of me looking like a woman and a man, we've got straight porn with you and me, nothing that looks like it's gay because you're not attracted to that body type," she begins.

"I'm sure that we'll be able to find people who'll do those videos with you."

Maisie nods. "And to all appearances I'm a gay man when I've got that body. My sexual preferences don't change. But we're gonna have to have stuff of me fucking women like that, we're gonna have to have lesbian stuff, and as I told you, I tried eating pussy once and hated it."

"Does the curse need satiating right now?" you ask. You'd learned that you had to word your orders differently depending on whether Sonia's magic thought you were degrading Maisie enough at any given moment, in order to keep it from sending her off to be some dirtbag's fucktoy.

"No, the fact that every horny fucker in the world's about to see me on camera getting plowed by your cock while you get to remain safely anonymous is enough to keep it happy right now," she says.

"All right. Maisie, whenever you're in a sexual situation, your sexual preferences will shift enough in order for you to be able to genuinely enjoy it for its duration."

"What order would you have given if you needed to satisfy its need for me to suffer, Master?" she asks.

"For you to act and respond as if you're enjoying it while internally screaming about how you hate it."

Maisie just nods again.

The next morning Maisie sits down at the computer you're using to run the operation and looks glumly at the button she'd coded for the event that's about to take place.

Her hand twitches toward the mouse, but she can't bring herself to click it.

"It needs to be done, Maisie," you remind her.

"I know... I just, I wish there was another way."

"Well, setting aside the debt we owe your parents, I don't think the curse would take too kindly to us reversing all of this."

"I know it wouldn't," she says, but she still can't click the go-live button.

"Maisie," you say softly, feeling bad about having to subject your friend to the humiliation, only partly made up for the amount of money you hope it'll bring in and how it will keep her comparatively safe from being **** to act on even more perverted desires from someone else, "click the button."

Instantly her hand shoots out, grabs the mouse, moves the cursor, and clicks.

All the websites go live, social media accounts make their first posts, and, worst of all from her perspective, messages go out to all of your friends and acquaintances letting them know that Maisie's a porn star and a hooker now.

Maisie pulls up the databases that track registrations, sales, and escort requests. The prices on the last are high enough that you're pretty sure you won't get so many that it'll take time away from videos and photoshoots.

Plus, the fact that it has a stipulation that any clients have to accept being on camera, having videos and photos published for sale--with their anonymity preserved but also receiving a share of the sales, more if they don't care about the anonymity--and her "mysterious co-star" getting to join in at his discretion, you figure should keep too many people from being willing to engage those services. It can all be avoided as well, of course, but only at a significant markup. The NDA on your identity is non-negotiable, though, of course. You have no doubt it'll leak eventually, but by that point you hope that you'll be financially secure and won't need to care about any reputational damage.

So you're surprised that when Maisie checks it, with no small amount of trepidation, only five minutes later, there's already a message.

"Girl, I'm bi as fuck, you're the best tongue I've ever had on my cunt, and I want my lips around your boyfriend's cock yesterday.

"Let's make some dyke porn for the horny masses and make them wish they could have a threesome with us.

"XOXOXO you lovely slut, Linda."

"Good thing you made me enjoy this sort of thing, Master," Maisie comments. "Though..." She highlights the penultimate word in her one-time lesbian partner's message.

You'd been mostly silent in your videos with her, and what few lines you did speak were more respectful than anything. Maisie edited the videos in post to change your voice, of course.

"Maisie, you love being verbally degraded like that--slut, whore, bitch, cumdump, it all turns you on."

She nods, merely saying, "Fuck I hate this curse."