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How to use your Genie

... swell in his hands, the sight of Emily's transformation fueling his desire.

"Yes, that's it," he growled, his fingers kneading her enlarged breasts, "Much better. You're looking more like a plaything already." The satisfaction in his voice was chilling.

His comment hit me hard, igniting a flame of defiance within me. I couldn't let this continue. For Emily's sake. For my sake. But for now, I was powerless. I could only watch as Emily was moulded under Master's cruel hands.

Master released his grip from Emily's enhanced breasts and moved around to face her, his eyes alight with a dangerous sort of thrill. Squatting down to Emily's level, he raised his hands and delicately pinched both of her nipples.

"Jeanie," he chided, "You seem to have forgotten about the nipples."

My stomach churned at the way he talked, so casually, as if he were instructing me on the proper way to fold a napkin. I could feel Emily's confusion, her fear radiating off her in waves. But as per Master's earlier command, she couldn't voice any of it. She was trapped, just as I was.

"Fix it," he ordered.

With a nod, I swallowed the lump in my throat and compiled. I wished there was a way to communicate to Emily, to let her know I was sorry, that I didn't want any of this. But all I could do was use my power, molding her nipples to Master's preference.

Master gave a satisfied grunt as he felt Emily's nipples respond, growing larger and harder under his touch. The look on his face ...

... was one of pure male satisfaction, and it made me sick.

"Much better," he said, his gaze never leaving Emily. His hands roamed over her body again, his touch making her shiver, and I could tell he was far from finished. His excitement was palpable.

The night was still young, and Master had many more games in mind. And all I could do was obey and watch, my heart heavy with the knowledge that Emily was just another piece in his twisted game.

Still squatting in front of Emily, Master reached around, placing his hands firmly on her petite ass. He looked up at me, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"What do you think of her ass, Jeanie?" he asked, his tone falsely conversational as he squeezed Emily's cheeks.

My eyes darted to Emily's ass and then back to Master's face. I clenched my jaw, hating that he was making me a part of this, forcing me to partake in his objectification of this innocent girl.

"It's... It's fine," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"Hmm," Master hummed, giving Emily's ass another squeeze. "I think she may need a bit more."

There was no question in his voice, no room for argument. He was telling me what he wanted, not asking my opinion. I took a deep breath, summoning my powers once more.

Slowly, under Master's hands, Emily's ass started to grow. It filled out, becoming rounder, fuller. It was done subtly, to keep her balance and not to look out of proportion with her petite frame, but the difference was significant.

Master's grin ...