Making her a better bitch

David still seethed with a dark pit of rage at Ms. Myers, imagining her on her knees acting as his submissive bitch, crawling toward him with a leash in her mouth and a collar around her neck. The idea was far too tempting, especially in his current state.

A look of dominant desire burned in David's gaze as he imagined claiming this needy slut before him. With a smirk, he teased: "I think we might come up with something long-term for you to make it up to me... but I think we need to make some tweaks first."

Ms. Myers felt a small wet spot form in her panties as she squirmed in excitement. She didn't care what she had to do, she just needed to be dominated, and would do absolutely anything to make that happen.

She pictured herself being treated like an object, used as nothing more than a toy for his amusement, no longer a person but merely a plaything for her master. Ms. Myers had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the thought.

David barely registered her excitement as he considered exactly what he wanted to say next. As hot as it was having such a submissive slut begging for him to dominate her, Ms. Myers' current appearance didn't quite do it for him, she looked old enough to be his grandmother.

He thought about how to phrase his statement carefully since he wanted her to have the physique and mobility of a woman in her 20s. The problem was that David still knew far too little about his curse and wasn't sure if it could affect time, and accidentally altering his timeline by making Ms. Myers younger was not how he wanted to find out.

After mentally rehearsing what he wanted to say for the fifth time, ensuring he was comfortable with the phrasing, David spoke in his most commanding tone: "Ms. Rebecca Myers is 66 years old but has the physical appearance, mobility, flexibility, metabolism, and biological equivalent age of a 20-year-old. No one finds her appearance abnormal in any way, and they treat her the same as her actual age."

Taking a deep breath after stating his change, David looked across the desk to see a blond bombshell in an impeccably pressed powder blue pantsuit straining against her perky C-cup tits. She looked like a porn parody of herself, the pantsuit practically painted on her tight hourglass figure.

David struggled to keep his eyes from popping out as he took in Ms. Myers' new appearance, which gave him mental whiplash despite being the cause of it. He never knew his teacher was so hot when she was younger...

But David wasn't finished changing her yet and was much less worried about his next statement altering history. "Rebecca Myers has large F-cup tits that are soft, perky, and don't sag too much," he said, admiring his handiwork, taking in her canyonously plunging cleavage squeezed into the incredibly tight blazer.

As David gazed at Ms. Myers' new body, quite literally built for sex, he felt like something was missing, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it...