Chapter 2: Outside the School

Third period was dragging along, but Mark didn't really care. He was still beaming over how good he felt lately. It was amazing what power could do for you!

He'd had a day to think about his encounter with Sara, but he hadn't talked to her since then. There wasn't much point. He felt like he was pretty much done with her, good feelings and bad. He'd totally forgotten to fuck her, but it didn't seem necessary now. He'd seen her sneaking off with a couple different guys between classes already, and just imagining her new lifestyle was enough to make him smile evilly.

Besides, there were plenty of other girls to work through. If he ever got tired of the good looking girls in the school, he figured he could just make the ugly ones look better. Then he could wish that the guys went to other schools and hot girls would replace them at this school. He was finding that he cared less and less about the other students as he realised just how malleable their lives were.

But, all that wasn't necessary just yet. Mark looked over at Brandy. She was a slim blonde, almost as tall as he was and very pretty. She had kind of an odd nose, just slightly pointed down too much. I didn't really detract from her beauty, it actually made her stand out a bit more.

Brandy wasn't a jerk like Sara had been. She was mostly a nice person. Mostly. The one time Mark had asked her out, she had acted fairly enthusiastic. Then he called the number that she gave him. It was a fake number that didn't connect to anything. He'd felt like such an idiot, but neither of them ever mentioned the number or going out ever again. They still acted nice to each other, so it was like the incident had just never happened.

Mark felt that a little revenge was justified. Maybe he would do some of the things he'd done to Sara, but then erase Brandy's memory and turn her back to normal afterwards. Well, normal plus a couple of improvements. That way she would actually come out ahead. Maybe he'd even mess with her head a little so she enjoyed the whole thing.

Maybe not.

When the bell rang, Mark followed Brandy. She talked to a few people as she walked through the hall. She was very popular, but she just said a few words to each person as she walked by. Mark watched her tight little ass sway in her jeans as she walked. He loved a tight little ass, and Brady's was driving him nuts. She didn't go to the cafeteria, even though it was lunch time. Mark watched Brandy look around at one of the exits, then sneak through quickly.

He followed the pretty blonde girl out to a section of the school that wasn't being used much at the moment. Seeing her pull out a pack of cigarettes, Mark figured out why she had wanted to be alone. That worked out pretty well for what he planned to do.

"Hi Brandy," Mark said as he strolled up. He was sure Brandy would notice his erection through his jeans if she looked down.

"Hey Mark. What's up?" He was relieved she didn't look down.

"Oh, not much. I just thought I'd come out and keep you company."

"Sure, why not." Brandy wasn't quite dismissive, but she didn't really seem grateful for the company, either. "I don't exactly like it out here. I just can't quit these stupid things, and the urge is killing me right now." Brandy started to pull a long, thin cigarette out of the pack. Mark was momentarily distracted by the idea of a tube-like object going in Brandy's mouth.

"You know, I can fix it so you don't want them anymore."

Brandy looked up. "Oh yeah? How?"

"I'll just wish it. I can do that. I can make wishes. They come true." Mark wasn't sure if that was the dumbest sounding thing he'd ever said, but it definitely ranked up there. He wondered how he could possibly have this much power but still be a screw up.

"Oh really?" Brandy didn't look like she was making fun of him. If she thought this was a joke, she either didn't care or was willing to play along. "Well, give it a shot, handsome."

Mark jerked a little. He wasn't sure if that was a real compliment or she was making fun of him. He felt both slightly angry and slightly grateful, but mostly confused. Brandy typically had that effect on him. "Uh, OK, sure. I wish you weren't addicted to cigarettes anymore and had no desire to smoke!" He spurted it out like a kindergartner trying to impress his mother.

Brandy smiled, looked at Mark, then got a slightly confused and amazed look on her face. She looked at her cigarette, then threw it in the trash unlit. "Well, well, that worked! What's your next trick, oh powerful one!"

Now Mark was sure she was being mean. Her calling his power a trick bothered him a lot more than when Sara had said that. "OK, here's a trick. I wish your breasts were much bigger."

Brandy's breasts started growing. Because her breasts were so small, she hadn't been wearing a bra under her t-shirt. Her unencumbered breasts went from nearly flat to rounded, then up to "well endowed", and finally stopped at a voluptuous size that was just a little smaller than what Mark had given Sara. "Wow!" Brandy beamed! "Wow!, that's... that's great, Mark! I didn't really think you were serious before, I mean with wishes and all. I'm sorry I doubted you."

Mark stared at her with his mouth hanging open, speechless. Not only was she OK with what he'd done, but she actually apologised for doubting him! He felt a little sorry for thinking she had been trying to be mean. Mainly though, he couldn't believe how lucky he was! Brandy was actually standing there in front of him, holding her breasts. She smiled as she looked at her new breasts and pushed them around with her hands, rubbing them up and down to see how they felt. Mark couldn't get over the way she was kneading them, one large breast going up as the other went down.

"I've always wanted bigger breasts. Hey, how about a mirror so I can look at myself?"

Mark just blinked for a moment. "What?"

"Come on, don't I deserve to take a good look at myself?" Brandy smiled at Mark, and he lost all capacity for thought. After a moment he recovered and wished up a full length mirror. Brandy stood on the sidewalk beside the unused schoolroom, posing for herself in the mirror. Mark was enjoying the show, too.

"Could I have a bigger butt while you're doing stuff for me?"

"Buh?" Mark was starting to feel embarrassed about how little he was contributing to the conversation, but he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Nothing huge, just a little bigger and a little rounder. More cushion for the pushin', you know!"

Mark was blown over. On the one hand, he tended to like smaller asses. On the other hand, when the beautiful girl is making sexual references, it's hard to say no. "I wish your butt was exactly what you wanted."

Brandy's butt grew, and Mark's hard on grew, too. He was beginning to be in pain from his restrictive pants, and looking at Brandy's new butt was making him think he'd been wrong about what the perfect ass was.

"I see you like how I look now," Brandy smiled.

"I've always liked how you looked, but it's just that, wow, the way you look now..."

Brandy walked over to Mark, not quite rubbing up against him, but close. She smelled so good, and seeing her smile was doing things to his head.

"So, you can do anything, and what do you do? You follow me out here and start making improvements to me?" Brandy's words were accusatory, but her tone was low and inviting. "I bet I have an idea what your next wish was going to be. Let's just skip the wish and get to it."

Brandy put her arms around Mark and kissed him deeply. For the first second, Mark just stood there, too happy to move. As good as the compulsory oral sex from Sara had been, it was just incredible having Brandy come to him on her own. He felt wanted like he'd never felt before. He put his arms around her and kissed her back, hard. Brandy tasted so good, and Mark quickly started using his tongue. She was extremely responsive to that, and when he put his hands on her firm, round ass, she started wiggling around in his grip. She wasn't just massaging his hand with her butt, she was also rubbing her hips against Mark's straining cock.

Leaving his left hand on her ass, Brandy reached down and took Mark's right hand. She placed it on her breast and squeezed his hand on it, but didn't stop kissing him. Mark was convinced that he was going to cum in his pants, but he didn't quite lose that much control. They kissed and groped for several more minutes, then Brandy pulled away.

"This is really awesome, but I've got to get something to eat. Besides, this really isn't a great place to keep going." Mark just nodded his head. "Tell you what, let's get together tonight at the motel." Mark knew which motel she meant, there was only one in the little town they lived in. "I'll tell my folks that I'm spending the weekend at a friend's house. That will give us plenty of time and a nice comfortable bed. How about we meet at 9 o'clock?"

Brandy looked at Mark's disappointed expression. Then she flashed him a gorgeous smile and said, "Sorry to disappoint you, Mark. If you need to jack off between now and then, just make sure you're thinking of me. I'm the jealous type!" Brandy winked at him. "Oh, and make sure I'm on top!"

Mark just nodded again and Brandy walked off. He stood there stunned by that last image she'd planted in his head. Sexually, he was so riled up and unsatisfied that he couldn't think straight, but mainly he just wondered how things possibly could have gone that well. After a few minutes he had collected himself enough to walk back to the cafeteria.

Later that day the school janitor walked by where Mark and Brandy had been. He scratched his head and wondered how a full length mirror had been left outside.

Chapter 3: The Motel

It was 9:30 and Mark was still alone in the motel room. He'd left instructions at the desk to send Brandy up to his room when she got there. Normally they'd start asking questions about someone so young renting a room, but a simple wish had made them very agreeable. Another wish convinced them that they should pay him to stay there, not the other way around.

Mark was starting to get worried. She wouldn't ditch him after all that, would she? Was this just the ultimate blow off? He thought about wishing for her to be there, but then what if she was just late? The feeling of having her come to him willingly was incredible, and he didn't want to risk ruining that. Even just wishing to know what was going on would feel like spying.

She was only a half hour late, but he'd actually been waiting much longer. In his impatience Mark had checked in four hours early. He'd already masturbated twice, both times imagining Brandy pressed tightly on top of him.

Then he heard the knock. Mark exploded out of his chair to answer it. When he opened the door, he was desperately relieved to see Brandy.

"Hey, lover," Brandy said. Hearing her call him lover made Mark squirm. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" Brandy had on a skirt that was much shorter than what she usually wore, and her ass was well defined by the tight, white fabric. Mark could clearly see her black panties through the skirt. He was sure that the rest of her outfit would look great too, but he couldn't take his eyes off those panties.

"Aren't you going to look at the rest of it," Brandy said coyly. She reached out and took Mark's chin, lifting up his gaze. Not all the way up, however. Just enough to look at her chest. She was wearing a thin white blouse. Her bra was black too, and also showed through her blouse. Well, the part that was under the shirt showed through. Her blouse was buttoned so low that Mark could see quite a bit of the bra directly. Mark marvelled at all the cleavage she was showing.

An image of his penis thrusting between those breasts leaped to mind. Up and down, up and down. His hands pushing the breasts against his sensitive cock. She'd pull one of the breasts up to her mouth and suck on it a bit. He'd lean over and suck the other one, rolling the nipple around his tongue, teasing her as she moaned. Then he'd sit back up and resume titty fucking her. Faster and faster until he squirted his cum all the way up to Brandy's beautiful long blonde hair.

"You look awesome," Mark finally managed to spit out. He made a mental note to try titty fucking tonight. He'd completely forgotten about her lateness. He'd completely forgotten the last three years of math and what his house looked like, too.

"Thank you," Brandy responded. "I did some shopping today. I maxed out my parents' credit card, but you can fix that later." Mark nodded like a happy puppy. "I figured, if you're going to look this good, you might as well enjoy it!"

Mark grinned and nodded. There wasn't enough blood left in his head to operate his mouth.

"So, lover, are you ready to get started?" Brandy asked. When she saw him nod again, she took his hand and led him over to the foot of the bed. Brandy sat down on the edge, and as she sat she pulled Mark down so that he was in a kneeling position on the floor in front of her. Brandy smiled slyly as she pulled her tiny white skirt up. As Brandy spread her legs, Mark looked at her black panties again. Now that they were in full view, they were the most beautiful thing he could remember seeing. They had black lace around the edges, and little black hearts stitched on the fabric. As Brandy pulled his head inwards, he could smell the cotton, with the lightest hint of perfume and a strong musk smell that was making him crazy. When he was almost close enough to touch them, he noticed that the panties were as thin as her skirt. He could make out the shape of Brandy's pussy easily, and it was wonderful.

He immediately started nuzzling the panties. Mark had never eaten a girl out before, and he'd never thought about it, either. He'd thought of oral sex as something that the girl did for the guy, and even that was just theoretical until recently. As he licked and poked at her pussy through the cotton, he hoped that he was pleasing this gorgeous girl who was generous enough to let him do this.

"Softer, Mark. Like a feather," Brandy instructed him. "Yes, that feels good."

Brandy gently pushed Mark back. He was terrified that he'd done something wrong. Then she smiled at him and he relaxed. "Let me get these off," said Brandy. She pulled her panties down her legs slowly, threw them to the side, and pulled Mark into her pussy again.

"Ooh, that's good Mark. Mmmm. Use the flat of your tongue. OK, better. Hmm. No, not there. Wait, hold up a sec."

As Brandy pulled his head back this time, he could tell she wasn't satisfied. "You've never eaten pussy before, have you Mark?" Brandy asked gently. Mark was embarrassed, and hearing her say the word "pussy" seemed wonderful but intimidating. He just nodded his head no. "Well, don't worry. It just takes time to learn. Sometimes a guy isn't any good the first few times." The first FEW times? Mark felt crushed. He didn't want to let Brandy down.

"I know!" Brandy seemed excited. "How about you wish that you were the best pussy eater in the world! That would be awesome!"

Mark sat back. He'd completely forgotten wishing. This idea scared him a little. He'd never thought about wishing for changes to himself. Well, maybe physical changes, but nothing like making his personality different. Of course, he thought, this wasn't that bad. He was just giving himself a new ability. That was nothing but an improvement. Besides, he'd made several changes to Brandy, and saying that she'd been a good sport about it would be an understatement to make Mount Rushmore look small.

"OK," said Mark. "I wish that I was the best pussy eater in the world."

Brandy smiled, and Mark dove between her legs again. This time he went straight for the clitoris, making Brandy cry out. He then backed off a little, slowing down and hitting less sensitive areas. Brandy smiled and playfully thought about smacking him for making her squirm so hard. The wish had been extremely effective, and Mark not only made her pussy feel more than it ever had before, but he also managed to prolong the climax longer than any pussy eating she'd ever had. After she came, Brandy let Mark keep licking lightly for a few minutes. It gave her a chance to rest and started to get her ready for the next round.

When Brandy felt ready, she pulled Mark's hair lightly to pull his head back. To Mark, even this mild pain felt hot. He looked up at Brandy and she looked down on him gratefully. "Now THAT was a great pussy eating!" Brandy stood and pulled the ecstatic boy up onto his feet. The two of them quickly removed all their clothes and leaped into the bed. Lying beside each other, they kissed deeply for a few minutes, then Mark started sucking on Brandy's incredible breasts. He believed they were the best he'd ever seen, and sucking on them made him feel warm all over. Brandy moaned lightly as Mark sucked one breast while massaging the other with his hand, then switched.

When Mark was just about to go insane with desire, Brandy rolled over on top of him. She pushed on his chest to sit up. Mark was amazed at the view. Brandy sat up and guided his cock into her. She began to bob up and down, slowly at first, then faster. Mark couldn't believe it. He had never even had sex before. When he'd gotten his power he'd rejoiced, but given up on having sex with a completely willing partner. The sensation was incredible, and he considered telling his lover that this was his first time. Then he looked at her beautiful smiling face and figured out that he didn't have to tell her. God, Brandy was gorgeous! It was wonderful of her to guide him through this. He felt like he'd do anything for her.

Mark had gone beyond being hard. He was afraid his dick would go numb if it got any bigger. As Brandy increased her speed she started to moan. The bed started to squeak in time wither her moaning. Brandy bounced up and down on Mark like a cowgirl. Mark was amazed to see that her huge breasts had actually swelled up even bigger with her arousal, and they were bouncing wildly as she rode him. He practically forgot that he was responsible for those breasts, they seemed like such a natural part of Brandy's incredible beauty. Mark's legs started spasming, and his moans joined hers.

"HEY, KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!" yelled the guy in the motel room next door. Mark panted heavily as Brandy started to ride his cock even harder. "QUIET DOWN ALREADY!" yelled the jerk, now beating on the wall.

"I wish he'd mind his own business," said Mark, not even realising what he'd said.

The yelling and beating immediately stopped. Brandy laughed. "I've heard that phrase a thousand times. It's nice to know it actually works for someone!" She laughed again, then went back to moaning even louder.

Mark reached up and tried to fondle her breasts. It was hard to get a hold of them. Brandy's head had been tilted back, but she now looked forward and saw what Mark was doing. She slowed her pace, reached out, and guided his hands to her full breasts. While he fondled them, Brandy breathlessly said, "wish that we cum at the same time!"

Mark was barely capable of speech at all, but he squeezed her breasts and stammered, "I wish that we'll cum at the same time!" Brandy smiled, then increased her pace a final time. She leaned over so that her hands were on his chest and he was taking some of her weight. Mark couldn't believe how good her pussy felt sliding up and down on his cock. Brandy was pounding Mark's hips as hard as she could now, and he loved it.

Mark came hard, and yelled out Brandy's name as loud as he could. Brandy smiled, enjoying her orgasm a little more quietly, then laid down beside him. Mark smiled at her. "Is, huh... is there, huh... anything..."

"No Baby, that was great. That was incredible. I feel like I could sleep a year!"

Mark just nodded again. He was so glad that Brandy was happy. After a few moments, he nodded off with Brandy watching him and smiling.

In the morning, Mark woke up to a sweet, happy Brandy lying beside him and gently stroking his cock. He sleepily decided that this was the best day ever.

"Good morning, Mark. How are you feeling?"

"Oh, really good. Just keep doing that." Mark liked the attention his cock was getting, but he was still in that wonderful early morning haze where he didn't actually want to move. If she was willing to satisfy him without him doing anything, Mark thought that was as close to heaven as he was going to get.

"Mmmmm" Brandy grinned. "You know, I thought of something just now. How'd you like to make the sex a hundred times better."

Mark looked over. "How's that?" he asked, still practically sleeping.

"Well," Brandy started, "the best sex ever is when you really love and trust someone. Now normally that takes awhile, but I want you to have your mind blown today!"

Mark wasn't quite sure how to tell Brandy this, but he was starting to think that he already loved her. This was mostly a combination of horniness and his waking good mood. However, as Brandy delicately stroked Mark's erect penis, his dreamy mind didn't grasp the temporary nature of his feelings.

"Sure, that sounds interesting," he agreed, shifting his gaze to her breasts. "What are you thinking?" he asked.

"Well," Brandy said again, "I think you should use your power to get the most out of sex. Wish that you loved and trusted me deeply. It'll make sex with me even more passionate. Hell, wish that you loved and trusted me more than any man had ever loved a woman. It's not like it's permanent, you can just wish yourself back to normal afterwards."

Mark wasn't sure what to make of this idea. Something sounded off. However, sleepily gazing at Brandy's gently heaving breasts as she stroked his cock on this beautiful morning, he didn't think very hard about it. "Um, OK. I guess."

Brandy smiled and stroked his hair with her other hand. "Awesome! And you won't believe how good having your cock sucked is when you're in love."

This pushed Mark over the edge. With a huge grin on his face, he quickly said "I wish that I loved and trusted you more than any man has ever loved or trusted a woman!"

Instantly, Mark saw Brandy as he'd never seen her before. She was beyond a goddess. She was more beautiful than he could have imagined, and he knew for a fact that she was the best, most loyal person in the world.

Brandy smiled. "Did it work?"

"Oh yes! I love you, I love you so much! And I know just how much you want to make me happy!" Mark was in tears.

"Good! But there are some things that I need you to do. They may sound strange, lover, but they're very important. Do you trust me?" Mark nodded emphatically.

Brandy smiled and started stroking Mark's cock harder without even realising it. She was breathing very hard now. "Now Mark, I think that this power of yours is very dangerous. You don't ever want to hurt me by doing something you didn't mean to, do you?"

Mark suddenly looked terrified. He shook his head emphatically. "No, I couldn't stand it if I hurt you!"

"So first, I want you to wish that you were as obedient to me as your are loyal."

This sounded extremely demanding and strange, but Mark knew that Brandy could be trusted to any extreme. Mark's vision was getting blurred from the handjob he was getting, but he stammered out, "I wish I was as obedient to Brandy as I am loyal."

"Good. Now, we need to make sure that nothing can ever shake these feelings. So I want you to wish that no matter what happens, your love, trust, and obedience to me will never diminish."

"I wish that my love, trust and obedience to you will never diminish, no matter what happens!" Mark blurted out. Brandy was getting very excited, but she controlled herself, except she couldn't help increasing the speed that she stroked Mark's cock. "OK, then I think it's best if we make sure that you have some extra safety measures to protect you from doing anything accidental. So I want you to wish that from now on, you are only capable of making the wishes that I tell you to make."

Mark didn't even hesitate. "I wish that I was only capable of making the wishes that you tell me to make." He felt a tingling around himself, then it was gone.

Brandy smiled ecstatically. Her hand was gyrating up and down on Mark's cock extremely fast in her excitement. Her hand twisted and turned around the engorged dick as Brandy imagined all the wealth that she was going to have. All the servants, all the pleasures. As Mark came all over her hand, Brandy was fantasizing about all the men she was going to fuck.

Brandy looked down at the mess. "Ew, gross! Clean that up!" she yelled. After Mark finished cleaning, Brandy grabbed his hair and roughly yanked his head to her crotch. He eagerly licked her pussy, but she slapped his hand away when he reached for her breasts.

Brandy kept him at her pussy for two hours, only letting him pause long enough to repeat the wishes she thought up.

Chapter 4: The Mansion

As Jill finished dusting the room, she looked around to make sure that it was fully cleaned. With fourteen bedrooms and who knows how many bathrooms in the mansion, it actually took several maids to keep the place clean.

As Jill thought about the other maids, a few things stood out in her mind. All the other maids were girls she had gone to high school with. That seemed like an odd coincidence. And they were the best looking girls in school, even Meg, the hot redhead who was supposed to be an honor student, not a maid. Thinking about high school just raised more questions. She actually couldn't remember dropping out. Jill knew they'd all been in high school a few weeks ago, and she knew that she was a maid now, but she wasn't quite sure what had happened in between.

"Oh well," Jill mumbled as she walked out of the room. "A job's a job."

Jill looked down at herself and thought that the thing she really didn't like about her job was the tiny French maid's outfit that she had to wear. She knew that she was exceptionally beautiful, with her long black hair and delicate features. She was also well aware of her shapely body. Despite being quite thin, she had double D breasts. In school she'd tried not to make a big deal out of the breasts, wearing loose shirts or jackets, but the tight little maid's uniform not only pushed her breasts out, it also showed a lot of cleavage and every inch of her legs. Being a maid required her to always bend at the knees, so her ass hanged out whenever she had to bend over.

"Well," she thought, "It's not like my body was a secret. Every jerk in school made jokes about me winning "biggest breasts" contests."

Jill paused. How could that be true? Brandy had always had bigger breasts, right? Jill could clearly remember Brandy always having a slightly better figure, and Sara the school slut's were ridiculously big. But she also remembered those guys talking about how her own breasts were the biggest.

The shapely maid figured that she must have been remembering things wrong. Maybe it was just jealousy. Sara didn't have to be a maid, and Jill now worked for Brandy, who'd gotten incredibly rich somehow. Jill had no idea when or how that had happened. She also didn't remember Brandy getting married to Mark, another guy from her high school.

How had so much happened in the last few weeks?

Jill sighed and started walking through the long, ornate hallway again. As one of the butlers walked by, Jill suppressed the urge to laugh. "At least my uniform is less revealing than that!" she thought. Not that she minded the view. All the butlers were tall, good looking, guys. Their uniform was just shoes, black pants and a bow tie. Their bare chests made them look more like Chippendale's dancers than butlers. Of course, it was all a waste, they never noticed Jill or any of the other maids. "Must be something wrong with them," Jill mumbled under her breath.

As Jill turned the corner in the hallway, she heard odd noises coming from one of the rooms. Seeing that the door was ajar, she walked over and peeked in. Jill could see her employer, Brandy, lying on a bed in a thin white teddy, surrounded by three of the butlers. This intrigued Jill. She had been catering to Brandy's whims for weeks, but she'd barely seen Brandy's husband, Mark. Jill hadn't been close to Brandy or Mark in high school, but they'd been friendly enough. Jill was curious what was going on with her lady boss.

"Mmm, that looks good," Brandy said. "Bring it over here." Jill looked closer and saw one of the muscular butlers walk towards Brandy's bed and stand next to it, holding his cock in his hand! Jill gaped, the penis was almost a foot long. She'd never seen a cock that big before. As Brandy reached out and started to touch the dick, Jill looked at the other two butlers. One of them was behind Brandy, massaging her shoulders. The other one was at the other end of the bed, massaging her legs. No, that was wrong, he was too hunched over to be massaging her legs. "Oh my god!" thought Jill, "He's eating her out!"

As Jill watched unnoticed, the butler at the foot of the bed flicked his tongue, lightly caressing Brandy's glistening pussy. Jill could see Brandy twitch a little every now and then, she seemed to be enjoying the attention. The dick she was holding was twitching, too. As the butler next to the bed watched his female employer, she tickled and lightly scratched his cock, never actually stroking it. Brandy just smiled at him coyly, watching him spasm and laughing at him now and then. Jill didn't have tons of sexual experience, but she was pretty sure that this wasn't going to get the poor guy off. Jill didn't think he could really be appreciating this kind of torture.

"I love you, mistress!" blurted out the frustrated butler. "I love you so much!" The other butlers started agreeing, seemingly competing to prove their love for Brandy, though they didn't stop massaging their mistress' shoulders or eating her pussy.

"Shut up!" yelled Brandy. "You guys don't talk unless I tell you to!"

"Yes, mistress," they all said, though for one of them a mouth full of pussy caused it to come out "Yeth, mithtreth."

"Oh, that felt good," Brandy looked down at the muscular man between her legs. "You can talk. I don't care what about, just make some noise now and then." The butler obliged eagerly, and though Jill couldn't make out what he was saying, he seemed to be putting a lot of effort into the speech.

Brandy arched her back as the man buried his face deeper between her legs. She yanked on the cock of the butler standing next to the bed, but instead of stroking it, she just squeezed hard. As far as Jill could tell, the guy was in complete joy that his mistress was touching him.

"Yeah," Brandy said as she looked at the man servicing her vagina. "You love eating my pussy, don't you bitch! That's where men are supposed to be, with their heads between my legs. Oh god, that feels so good! Lick it, fucker, lick it!" Brandy was yelling now, and the three men were loving the attention. "Oh God, you're dumb as shit, but at least you can eat a pussy! Deeper, fuck head, deeper! Oh yeah, just like that, just like that!"

The insulted butler tilted his head to look up a bit, and Jill was amazed at how happy he looked. He was moaning loudly now, trying to vibrate Brandy's pussy with his voice.

"Oh yeah, you're just a mouth dildo, aren't you shit head!" Brandy screamed at him. She grabbed each side of her bed and held herself down. "That's all you're good for, you miserable maggot! Slow down now, yeah. That's good. Mmm. Now reach down and play with your big cock while you eat me."

Jill watched the man unzip his pants and pull out his penis without missing a stroke on the blonde girl's pussy. "Wow," thought Jill, "it's even bigger than the other guy's cock." Jill was mesmerised watching him stroke his big cock in time to his tonguing of her boss' wet vagina. Jill let out a little moan, but nobody heard her over the loud noises coming from the yanking butler and the girl he was eating out. Jill noticed that her hand had slid down her dress to her own pussy, and she pulled it away.

"Yeah, you love that, don't you," Brandy moaned. "You love jerking for me. I bet jerking off to me is better than sex with any other woman!" Jill couldn't believe it when she saw all three butlers nod in agreement. "Now lick faster again, fucker. Faster! Oh god! That's good, dildo-tongue, that's really good. More spit! Mmmm, faster now, faster, OH!"

Brandy came hard, squirting all over the butler's face. "Keep licking!" Brandy commanded him. Still jerking his cock, he started to cum as he cleaned up Brandy's juices, but Brandy wasn't paying attention. She was looking at the butler next to the bed whose cock she had dropped. "Go get me a magazine."

As the butler stuffed his large, unsatisfied penis in his pants and headed towards the door, Jill got moving down the hallway. The butler should have noticed her as he exited, but he was too preoccupied with pleasing the blonde vixen that he'd just left behind.

Jill couldn't understand this. People win the lottery, people change when they get money, and people even have affairs with the hired help. However, this was way too much! Those guys didn't seem insincere, they all seemed to love Brandy deeply. There were over a dozen butlers in the house. Some were thin and muscular while others were bulky body builder types, but they were all hot. They all worked very hard. They were all completely oblivious to the pretty teenage maids in the house, despite serious flirting from some of the girls. At this point Jill was sure that they were all love slaves to Brandy like the ones she had just seen.

The brunette maid's emotions were conflicted. She had gotten very hot watching Brandy getting serviced. She was also feeling guilty about spying. Mainly, she was confused about how all of this was possible. She decided to try and find out more.

The only way she could think of was to find the missing husband.

Chapter 5: The Dungeon

With work occupying most of her time, it took Jill a few days to search most of the huge mansion. Eventually she made her way to the basement. As she entered it, she saw that it was actually just a small, grubby room with no furniture. It was completely empty, except for Mark, naked and chained to the floor.

Mark looked up. "Hello," he said hopefully. "Did Brandy send you? Is she with you?!"

Jill couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Brandy sent me down to talk to you," she lied.

"Oh," said Mark, looking more disappointed than any human ever had. "I just miss her so much."

Jill looked over Mark. He didn't seem to be in bad shape, just a bunch of scratches that looked almost healed. "Why are you chained up?"

"Because Brandy wants me chained," Mark stated matter-of-factly. "They're not necessary, Brandy doesn't want me to leave, so I would never leave. However, she asked me to make the chains, and I think she enjoyed seeing me tied down." Mark sounded proud of himself for having pleased Brandy.

Jill was having trouble taking this all in. "Wait, you made the chains? How did you make chains?"

Mark looked at Jill suspiciously, "I'm not sure I'm supposed to tell you that."

"Oh, you are," Jill's thoughts spun quickly. "Brandy had a couple of messages for me to give you. She says that she doesn't have time to be down here with you, but she does worry about you. She said she wants you to tell me everything about what's going on so that I can keep you company better."

Mark was conflicted. This seemed strange. However, he liked what she said about Brandy worrying about him. He knew that Brandy loved him deeply and wanted the best for him, so this made sense. Once Mark decided that he believed the maid, his obedience to Brandy caused him to follow the orders that he thought Brandy had given him through this girl.

Mark told Jill everything. The things that he had done to Sara. The way he'd gotten together with Brandy, who he loved more than anything he could imagine. He told her of Brandy's wishes about Mark's behavior that had improved his life tremendously. Then he told Jill about Brandy's wishes for money and servants. He told her about Brandy having him wish they were married so that she could watch over him.

Mark described the wonderful period that came after that. Sure, there were other men, but Brandy still spent most of her time with Mark. She let him wake her by eating her out every morning, and he usually got to do it at least once more each day. She'd even had sex with him a couple more times. When they weren't having sex, he'd been allowed to follow her around quietly and observe her incredible beauty. Sometimes Brandy even suggested that he sit in the corner and masturbate while watching her make love to other men. He was especially grateful for those times, Brandy had explained to him how lucky he was to be allowed to do that.

After that Brandy had lost interest in Mark and asked for more male slaves to service her needs, which was fine with Mark because it made Brandy happy.

Jill wasn't sure she could believe this. It explained everything, but it was ridiculous! She wanted further proof, but from what he said, he could only make the wishes that Brandy told him to.

She decided to see just how far she could push her role as Brandy's messenger. "Mark, Brandy had another message for you. She said that, um, she said she'd like your chains to be made of gold."

Having already decided that the girl was a messenger from his wife, Mark's intense trust of Brandy had shifted to Jill. "I wish my chains were made of gold!"

Jill gasped. The chains were now gold, and everything was true. Suddenly, she felt betrayed. How could someone destroy other people's lives like this! Jill had never wanted to be a maid, that was just some fantasy of Brandy's! Then Jill looked over at Mark. OK, she'd never liked Sara much, but what Mark had done still repulsed her. Jill decided on how she was going to fix this.

"Mark, you say you trust Brandy completely?"

"Oh yes! She always knows the best thing to do!"

"Well," Jill spoke carefully, "I don't know. This next message that she sent sounds pretty strange. I can't believe that she'd want to do this, or that you'd agree to it."

Mark suddenly looked desperate. Every time Brandy's name was mentioned, Jill could see Mark's cock bounce a little. "Tell me! Brandy wants me to do something, so I have to do it!"

"OK," Jill replied, plunging in. "She said that she'd like to try a different role for awhile. She wants you to redirect all the wishes that you've made about her so that they apply to me. That way she could be the maid for awhile and let me run everything. Just so that she can try it out."

Could it be this easy?

"I wish that all the wishes I'd made about Brandy applied to Jill instead, and that Brandy was the maid!" Apparently, if Mark thought the order was coming from Brandy...

Jill suddenly felt different. She looked down and could see that her breasts had gone up a cup size and her ass was a little bigger. Her maid's uniform had changed to a long white evening dress and she had a ring on her left hand with the biggest diamond she'd ever seen.

Now Jill looked up at Mark. He was looking back at her with an incredible intensity. "Oh god, I love you so much, Jill!" Jill's jaw dropped open. This was what she had been trying to do, but she still couldn't believe that it had actually worked.

"Mark, wish that your chains were gone." Mark quickly made the wish. Jill helped him stand up, and he reached out and kissed her. Jill was overwhelmed. She let him kiss her for a moment, but as his hands travelled down her back to her ass, she got nervous. She pried him off of her before he could do anything more. Jill didn't know what to do with Mark yet, but she was sure about Brandy.

"Mark, wish that Brandy was here right now." Mark made the wish. Brandy's breasts and butt were back to their previous small size. However, she was still a beautiful blonde girl in a French maid's outfit.

Brandy stood stunned as she saw that Jill was wearing the expensive gown Brandy had been wearing a few minutes ago. When she saw the wedding ring, Brandy started to sneer and move towards Jill.

Jill was livid. "Mark, make her obey me!" Mark quickly made the wish. Jill continued, "OK, Brandy, keep still!" Brandy froze. "Did you like it? Did you like having your pussy eaten all day while the rest of us waited on you hand and foot? Did you like having all these hot guys around who ignored every girl but you?"

Brandy just glared at Jill. The former maid couldn't believe this. "You know Brandy, you've done a lot of sick things, and you've been in control the whole time. Maybe you should be out of control for awhile. Go suck Mark's cock like a first rate whore!"

Brandy walked over to Mark, bent over at the waist like the good, sexy maid she'd become, and grabbed his cock. Mark looked over at Jill, "Thank you, Jill! I can't believe how wonderful you are!" Jill just nodded as she watched Brandy put Mark's cock in her mouth.

Back and forth, Brandy's whole body bobbed as she sucked Mark off. As Mark's face started to spasm, Jill said "I'm sick of this. Wish us back to your house, Mark." Mark made the wish through gritted teeth. This wasn't going to take long. It had been weeks since he'd gotten any sexual satisfaction, Brandy hadn't even let him touch himself.

Jill looked around Mark's bedroom. It looked so normal. She looked down at herself. "Mark, go ahead and wish that everyone had their bodies back to what they were before your wishes."

Mark looked down at Brandy, who was now licking up and down the shaft. "I wish everyone's bodies would go back to what they were before." Jill's ass shrunk a little and her breasts went down from an F cup to the double Ds she was comfortable with. Sara, in her room sucking off one guy while another guy fucked her, felt her breasts shrink down to their normal size. The guys were too busy to notice.

Mark wasn't noticing much of anything either, he was too focused on Brandy sucking on his balls. His breath was getting labored as her tongue juggled his testicles. This was something Sara hadn't done during his earlier blowjobs, and he was really enjoying it. It made him feel like the pressure was building up in his balls, and the texture of her tongue felt wonderful.

Jill was beginning to be pretty happy with herself. "OK Mark, now wish that except for Brandy's and your mental changes, everyone's lives would go back to the way they were before, and nobody but us would remember the strange things that have happened."

Mark started to speak, but had to stop for a quick breath when Brandy plunged his cock all the way down her throat. Mark made the wish, and saw Brandy and Jill's clothes change to normal jeans and t-shirts. Across town, the butlers and maids disappeared, reappearing back in their own homes. The mansion disappeared too, along with the male brothel that Brandy had put beside it. Sara's two sex partners disappeared and reappeared in their own houses, wondering why they were so horny for no reason. Sara herself forgot all the nymphomaniac tendencies that Mark had programmed into her, and everyone forgot that she'd ever behaved that way.

Nobody but the occupants of Mark's room remembered any of the events that Mark had created, everyone believed it had been another boring month at the high school. Mark didn't care. Brandy was getting on her knees now to get better leverage. His eyes crossed as Brandy gently nibbled on the head of his penis.

"All right, I think that's about it. Mark, other than your feelings for me and Brandy having to obey me, can you think of any other changes that you've made that haven't been changed back?" Brandy's head was moving extremely fast now, bobbing back and forth. Mark managed to shake his head, but just barely.

Watching Brandy use her hands on the boy's balls while her mouth worked the shaft, Jill started getting turned on and had the urge to do more. She thought of some of the other jerks and perverts she went to school with. Mark had been making body parts bigger, perhaps it was time to make body parts on some of those guys smaller!

Jill opened her mouth to speak, then stopped. She looked closely at Brandy, sucking the cock as hard as she could, but with a look of hate on her face. Jill looked at Mark, who's face was scrunched up in cheap ecstasy.

Jill took a step back. "Mark, wish that you could never make another wish again."

With Mark's intense trust of Jill, he didn't even hesitate, "I wish I could never make another wish!" For the last time, Mark felt a momentary tingling over his body.

Jill was still mad, but now she mainly wanted to get out of there. "All right, then all that's left is instructions. Mark, after today, never talk to me again unless I talk to you first. Just leave me alone and stay out of my life. Brandy, same for you. I think you two assholes deserve each other. From now on, neither of you can ever cum with anyone but each other. That includes masturbation. And just so you know Mark, it doesn't make me happy for you to get anything from Brandy." With that, Jill walked out of Mark's house and started walking home.

Back in the bedroom, Brandy was furiously sucking on Mark's cock. She hated this screw up for ruining paradise, but she couldn't help licking his rod faster and faster. Mark was enjoying the sensation, but suddenly he was also feeling guilty about it. It was fine when he thought this was what Jill wanted, but now he couldn't get past the fact that he was getting a blowjob from someone who wasn't the woman he loved. Deep down he was a little angry with Brandy for what she'd done to him, but that feeling was almost completely overwhelmed by his love for Jill. However, it was getting hard to think, he'd started moving his hips to fuck Brandy's mouth. She was rubbing his ass and sucking his cock as hard as she could as they both thought about how they could never do anything to Jill ever again.

Then Mark came in Brandy's mouth.