Succubus

Your thumb hovers over the 'succubus' option. Gwen already had the aesthetic down, and watching her lean into it with supernatural obedience sounded like a damn good time. With a tap, the selection locks in, Gwen's body shudders subtly, and her previously motionless form suddenly gasps as if coming up for air. Her eyes blink rapidly, you notice her pupils have changed, shifting from the heart shapes to actual vertical slits, glowing faintly purple as she licks her lips instinctively. Gwen's breath hitching as her fingers twitch toward it like she wants to touch but knows she shouldn't without permission.

You aren't sure how much of the real Gwen is left, but didn't really care. Not with how she was looking at you now, pupils dilated with unmistakable hunger. Her fingers twitched toward her own body before hesitating, glancing at you for silent permission. You smirk, nodding once, and Gwen practically melted into her own touch, moaning as her hands slid up her sides to cup her own breasts. The piercings jingled faintly as she pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers with a whimper.

You look over at Amanda, who's biting her lip so hard you're surprised she hasn't drawn blood. Her glasses are fogged up slightly from her heavy breathing, and her fingers are gripping the edge of her desk like she's afraid she might float away if she lets go. She had put on a collar matching Gwen's, the bar code glinted faintly under the fluorescent lights. She wanted this, wanted you to claim her too.

More than a little distracted by Gwen touching herself, you pull out your phone again, scanning Amanda’s barcode with a quick swipe. Her app pops up immediately although the layout had changed slightly from Gwen’s, with Amanda’s having several more options, although ahe had already set her own class to ‘Sexual Genie.’

You tap the ‘claim’ button, and Amanda gasps as whatever magic she possesed did its work, her body arching slightly as her clothing begins shimmering into something else entirely. Her sweater morphing into a translucent, silky harem top that clung to her curves, while her skirt dissolved into a pair of billowy harem pants that somehow left nothing to the imagination. Golden anklets jingled softly as she shuddered, her glasses disappearing entirely as her hair grew longer, cascading down her back in glossy waves. Even she seemed a little taken aback, lifting her hands to inspect herself with wide eyes before grinning at you—her once timid demeanor melting into something far more mischievous.

You never thought Amanda was this bold but with her new outfit and the way she was now grinning at you, you realize she had always been hiding this side of herself. A submissive side, yes, but one that thrived on the control she gave away. The collar around her own neck suited her perfectly, and the way she leaned forward slightly, waiting for your next command, made your pulse quicken. "I thought since somehow I can do these things," Amanda murmured, her voice lower than usual, "I might as well play the part properly. Now... what do you think we should do first?"