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How to use your Genie

... further I could push her, how much more I could take. After all, she was mine now, for my amusement, for my pleasure.

The plane ride home was going to be a lot more interesting than I'd initially thought.

Jeanie had barely recovered when my gaze turned towards the flight attendant bustling about the cabin. She was an attractive woman, but not nearly striking enough for my tastes. Smirking, I turned towards Jeanie. "Jeanie, I want you to use your powers on her."

Jeanie looked at me, her eyes wide. "Master, you can't possibly mean..."

"Oh, but I do," I cut her off, my grin widening. "Increase her beauty, triple her breast size."

"But Master," Jeanie protested, looking genuinely distressed.

"Just do it, Jeanie," I commanded.

With a resigned sigh, Jeanie waved her hand discreetly and the attendant's appearance altered dramatically. The transformation was stunning. Her features refined, her body voluptuous, her breasts now of a ridiculous size.

As the attendant moved, she looked visibly shocked by her transformed body, her now massive tits straining against the fabric of her uniform. I couldn't help but chuckle at her confusion, my eyes feasting on her newfound assets. "Beautiful, isn't she, Jeanie?"

Jeanie merely nodded, her gaze filled with sympathy. I could see the guilt in her eyes, but my amusement far outweighed her discomfort.

"Master, isn't this enough?" Jeanie pleaded.

"No, Jeanie," I stated, my voice firm. "I want her to serve us in the ...

... nude. Strip her of her clothing."

"But Master, that's..." Jeanie began, but stopped when I raised my hand.

"Do it, Jeanie," I repeated.

With a heavy sigh, Jeanie complied. With a wave of her hand, the flight attendant's uniform vanished, leaving her standing nude in the middle of the cabin, her massive breasts on full display.

The woman gasped, quickly covering herself with her hands, her face burning red with humiliation. Yet she couldn't resist continuing her duties, serving us as if nothing was amiss. The sight was indeed pleasing, a testament to my absolute power.

"Jeanie, I believe you should join her," I said casually, sipping my drink. "Take off your clothes."

Jeanie looked at me, her eyes filled with disbelief. But the command had been given, she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, she removed her clothes, her face flushed, her body trembling slightly.

It was a sight to behold, two women, both stunningly beautiful, stark naked in the cabin, serving my needs, their humiliation only adding to my pleasure. This was the power I had, the control I wielded over Jeanie and through her, over others. It was intoxicating, thrilling, and utterly satisfying. I reveled in it, indulging in their discomfort, their submission.

I leaned back in my seat, gazing appreciatively at the nude flight attendant as she moved about the cabin. Her newly enhanced breasts were enormous, bouncing tantalizingly with every step, her body oozing sexuality. I glanced at Jeanie, ...