The power of this ring is truly amazing, unbelievable, unimaginable. I feel like I've barely scraped the surface of what I can do with it, what I can change with it... My thoughts about the ring are interrupted by the sobbing of Kelly. I look down at her, she's still lying in a fetal position, crying and naked in a pile of wolf fur, her fur. With a wish, I had given her the form of a werewolf strong enough to rip a grown man apart in an instant, and with another wish, I had taken it away. She is a testament to my godlike power, she is my subject, the first of many...
I can't help but feel she deserves something, a reward so to speak. Maybe I feel sorry for her, maybe I'm soft or maybe it's because deep down, below the newfound feeling of power this ring has given me, I still have a crush on her. Not that it matters, I can have her whenever I want, all I need to do is wish. But right now, I'd rather give her something good. She's had a taste of my power, both the good and the bad, now I have to win her trust by following up on my promise of good, as long as she does as I say, I can make her wildest dreams come true. After all, what better way to assure a servant remains loyal than to be a good master? I silently wish that I, Kelly and the still untouched pile of clothes next to her appear in her apartment. I blink, and in that very instant I see the results; I am indeed in Kelly's apartment. She was smart enough to start saving up as much as humanly possible at a young age, working herself to the bone, and once she moved out on her own, she was able to afford a small apartment for herself, no roommates, no apartment complex, just a small house in the outskirts of town, all for her. "This is hardly fitting for someone like you, Kelly." I say, the mere sound of my voice is enough to make her flinch, expecting more pain. "You deserve only the best, because you're a good little servant, right?" There's a cold emphasis on the last word, one that I didn't intend, but it works. Kelly stops sobbing and looks up at me, pure terror shining out of her eyes. "Right?" I say again, and again she flinches. "Y-yes!" She almost cries out, drawing backward, away from me. "Very well then. If you're really the good servant I want you to be, the servant of a god, you deserve something much better than this." With a dramatic wave of my arm, indicating the whole house, I begin making my wishes.
All it takes are a few thoughts, mere thoughts, and the whole building starts changing. It expands, what was once a small house changes to a large mansion in seconds, hundreds of rooms, each serving their own purpose, whether they be bedrooms, bathrooms, ballrooms or simply spare living rooms. Every room is furnished, providing everything one could possibly need, and a metric ton more on top of that. The room we're in now, what used to be a small living room, is now one of many large rooms, larger than what her old house was in its entirety. Simple math tells me that some of the surrounding houses must have been destroyed by the sudden appearance of this mansion, not that it matters, those mere mortals don't deserve what they had, it was better than what my servant had, and now it's gone. Serves them right. Actually, why not put them to use? Make them servants for my servant. With a few wishes, they each come marching through the large front door, altogether still the same people they were, but now with a burning desire to tend to Kelly's smallest whim. Perfect.
As Kelly realizes what has happened around her, she looks around at my creation in awe. Clearly, this is grander than anything she could've imagined. "Do you like it?" Once again, the sound of my voice causes her to flinch and move away. I ignore it, this time. "You can live in the lap of luxury, with servants ready to tend to your tiniest needs. Of course, you won't have to worry about paying a single dime for this, all the pay I need is your continued worship and loyalty, my Big Bad Sexy Wolfess." Like before, I can see her ears grow longer and pointed. Kelly simply can't suppress a moan of pleasure. "Every single thing you could ever wish for, right at the palm of your hand, my Big Bad Sexy Wolfess." Again pleasure overtakes her as her face pushes out slightly into what will eventually become a wolf's muzzle and her finger and toenails grow out into long, sharp claws. "All you need to do is recognize me for the god that I am and kneel. Worship me, and there will be no limit to your pleasure, revere me, and there will be no misery in your life, praise me, and no harm will ever be done to you." As I speak, I can't help but raise my arms, basking in the light of my own infinite, godlike power. "Of course..." My tone turns cold and my smile turns cruel as I look back down at her. "You know what will happen if you don't..."