No, but she has an urgent request

Maybe you'll change her as you fuck her, but you want your first pump into Maisie's slit to be with her natural body.

"Maisie," you order her, "go to my bedroom, get on my bed, and you can't leave until I let you. And Maisie, no covering up, lie down, mouth and pussy accessible, tits ready for fucking if I want that."

"Yes, Master," she says, but her gait is awkward as she moves and she's clearly fidgeting and uncomfortable as you follow her to make sure she obeys. Not that, at this point, you doubt that she will; it just makes you satisfied to see her doing it.

"Um, Master..." she begins, but trails off.

"What is it?"

"Well, um..."

"Spit it out."

"It's... embarrassing."

"It's not anything to do with my being about to fuck you, is it?"

She's compelled to answer honestly. "No! Well, maybe a little. But there's nothing I can do about that now, no, it's..." She trails off again.

"Maisie, spit it out."

The words burst from her mouth as her face goes beet red with embarrassment. "I need to go to the bathroom!"

You barely manage to get a "Maisie, hold it in" out before you break down laughing at the sheer mundanity of it. Your crush is lying spread-eagled on your bed, completely unable to resist when you're less than a minute away from stripping off and shoving your fully erect cock into her twat, and the reason she's uncomfortable is because she needs to use the toilet.

"All right," you say once you get control of yourself. "But I'm watching to make sure you don't do anything funny. Maisie, leave my bed and go sit on the toilet, you don't have to hold it once you are."

Maisie still has a look of trepidation on her face as you follow her in, however. She sits down on the toilet as ordered, and relaxes slightly, but it's obvious nothing's coming out.

"What's wrong?"

She's once again compelled to answer honestly. "It's... I can't do it with an audience, I think. I just... seize up. Nerves." You can hear her mutter afterward: "The fact that you're about to **** me doesn't exactly help."

"Maisie, if anyone asks you whether you consented to my fucking you, you have to say yes and that you consented enthusiastically, and that the sex was amazing."

"Yes, Master," she says sullenly.

"And Maisie," you continue, "lose control of your sphincters, but don't make a mess."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screams as her bladder and bowels release their contents at high speed. Her body makes small adjustments seemingly automatically, just enough that despite how much is flowing out of her, none of it goes anywhere except the bowl.

She was clearly holding in quite a bit, because it takes longer than you expected for her to stop. She reaches for some toilet paper, but your command not to cover up makes her hands stall as she moves them toward her crotch.

"Maisie, you're perfectly clean, and you have control of your sphincters again," you say, deciding to show her a little mercy.

She sighs in relief but says nothing by way of thanks.

"And Maisie, now get back on my bed and, as before, you can't leave or cover up and your holes have to be ready."

"Yes, Master." She plods back to your bedroom before flopping onto your bed again.

You strip off yourself, exposing your hard dick to the air. It's nothing impressive; you looked up the data once, and so you know that, if anything, you're a little below average with a five-inch cock that's only four around.

"Maisie, don't laugh at the cock that's about to rip through your hymen."

"Actually, Master, I don't have a hymen any more. It tore shortly after my eighteenth birthday."

"I thought you told me you'd never been penetrated."

"I haven't. Not even a dildo, Master," she says. "But that's not the only way a hymen can tear. It just happened one day when I was exercising. I do use tampons, not pads, though, and that will weaken it."

"Oh." Most of your knowledge about sex came from porn, and a few perfunctory sex-ed classes that didn't go into things like that. Hell, you barely remembered how to put on a condom, and it wasn't like you had any around anyway, so it was just as well that you'd made Maisie infertile and immune to diseases. "Maisie, you have a hymen again. In fact, Maisie, every time I finish fucking you, your hymen will regrow."

She gasped just a bit as her anatomy changed. "Yes, Master."

"Also, Maisie, you no longer have a menstrual cycle, no more periods." The reminder that women bleed from their nether regions periodically was not exactly comfortable.

This time she does thank you. "They were never that bad, Master, not like the horrible cramps some women get, but it was still annoying."

"And, while I'm thinking about it, Maisie, you're always in perfect health except to the extent that it might be sexy in the moment for you not to be."

"What do you mean, Master?" she asks, and you're not sure if it's because she's genuinely confused or because the curse is somehow asking for clarification through her.

You take a pen from your desk and jab it into her palm, drawing blood alongside a squeal of pain. By the time you've grabbed a tissue to dab away the red spot, though, the puncture wound is gone.

"But on the other hand, if I decide to chain you up and flog you at some point," you say, "then I don't necessarily want that healing until I'm done."

"I see, Master."

"Finally, Maisie, whenever I suck your tits, you'll be lactating, sweet, rich, creamy, thick milk."

"Yes, Master."

You immediately test that out, Maisie squirming a bit uncomfortably under you as you put your lips to her boob.

"Now, use that pretty mouth of yours to get my dick wet so I can shove it in you." You've crawled onto the bed, the tip of your dick at her lips.

She squirms a bit in clear ****.

"Do I have to order you?"

She opens her mouth to answer, her breath hot on your shaft. "I... don't make me do this, Master. Please." Despite her words, her voice is rich with pure sexual need.

"Maisie--" You cut yourself off as you realise just how aroused she is. One more order might push her over the edge. "Maisie, you can't reach orgasm until I order it."

"Yes, Master," she practically whimpers.

"Maisie, get my dick wet, but make sure I don't cum. My first load is going straight into your pussy."

"Yes, Master"--and then your cock is engulfed in something warm and wet and it's all you can do not to bust your nut right then anyway.

"Maisie, don't laugh if I finish inside your pussy right after sticking it in."