Author note: A bad end for Janine starts new possibilities for Rhianna! Might tie this into the two other routes I have "planned" if I keep going with this.
Rhianna’s back-handed compliment was the last straw. Janine barely tolerated being looked down on before, the new rush of self-confidence from her matured body and mind only made it burn worse.
“You know what I think?! I think you’re ruining everyone’s lives to turn this place into your personal fucking dollhouse! I think the reason you’re so insistent on this perfect social order because you know it’s all you’ve got, that all you have to look forward to after this is being someone’s trophy wife! I think you wouldn’t dare swing that thing in front of a mirror and try to fix all that because you know you’re empty inside! And like you said, you can’t make a whole person out of nothing!”
Rhianna bolted up from her seat in a rage, her off-hand raised in a fist as she stomped towards her captive, “YOU…” but she stopped, taking a deep breath to steady herself, “you are lucky, Janine. You are lucky I am such a GENEROUS, and MAGNANIMOUS leader of this community. Even after you spit in my face for giving you what you’ve always dreamed of, I still intend to help you, as I always do.”
“You will have your own special place among us, you will be beautiful and valuable as a person, and with this next command, you will learn to love and cherish your mistress in kind.”
“My mind is linked to Rhianna’s. I know her every thought, her every desire, her every like and dislike. I know her better than I could hope to know myself.”
“Ooooh…” Janine reached climax effortlessly, her brain felt like a new sexual organ, being reamed with passion and expertise, “this is… amazing! Oh yes…” she couldn’t have imagined how sexy this situation was! The feeling of dominating another, and being dominated at the same time!
“It will get better in a moment, my lovely new pet.”
“I will repeat this next command 100 times. I exist to serve Rhianna… I exist to serve Rhianna, I exist to serve Rhianna, I exist to serve Rhianna, IexisttoserveRhiannaIexist…”
Janine only had a moment for her eyes to widen before her mouth began to race. Her outfit vanished in an instant, leaving her quivering sex to begin gushing uncontrollably all over her body. Her heart raced as she fought to take in air beyond the bare minimum needed to continue rattling off her command. After a few more repetitions, she began shaking uncontrollably as her eyes glassy and vacant; her brain turning to bubbly, airy mush even as new information from Rhianna raced through it. Each utterance of the command branded itself deeper and deeper on her very soul, perverting it into something barely human, let alone recognizably Janine.
Her naked body began to swell up, breasts and ass filling out like water balloons. Her lips puffed up into a forced pout, slightly muffling her words. Her finger and toenails became permanently polished with elaborate floral designs as they extended to nearly an inch long, save for her index and middle fingers, which barely passed the fingertip.
Soon, a pink light began to encompass Janine. Each time she repeated her words, her new reason to be, it grew brighter, eventually obscuring the poor girl entirely. The moment she spoke her 100th devotion to Rhianna, she disappeared. The light condensed into a floating pink mote the size of a golf ball, and Janine was no more.
The mote of light floated to Rhianna, and with a single thought, Rhianna willed its true form to appear. It expanded into the form of a woman, but it was not Janine. This creature had no name, nor needed one, most just referred to her as Rhianna’s servant, or ‘familiar’.
The servant stood at her mistress’s exact height. In some ways, she looked like the stereotypical bimbo. Her breasts reached almost as far as her elbows, refusing to sag in defiance of gravity, even as they jiggled and sloshed with whatever fluids Rhianna could ask for. Her ass and thighs formed such perfect cushions that her mistress wouldn’t even need a bed to sleep on, even when they were spread wide by hips wide enough to bear as many surrogate children as Rhianna could ever ask for. Her skin was a rich, dark bronze, all the way to her insatiable sex, accented by a thick layer of permanent makeup, and flowing tattoos that drew the eye insistently to her features (including stylized hearts, directly above her groin and ass).
Still, more visibly exotic features marked the familiar as something special. Most prominently were the two massive butterfly wings growing from her back, bearing the same sensual patterns as her tattoos, but in an array of impossibly vibrant colors. A drab servant would reflect poorly on master, after all. Despite their delicate appearance, her wings could not only carry them both, but wrap around them to provide as much warmth and protection as the finest down feathers.
The spectrum of colors matched servant’s anime-sized eyes, which an unwary person could get lost in, even as they absently stared out at nothing. Still, even a bimbofied brain needed some functions to serve adequately, so she had the senses and reflexes to protect master against any threat.
Rather than pink or platinum blonde, luscious locks of rose-red hair clung to her like wild vines all the way down to her knees. Two thin strands draped over her hot-pink nips, just barely covering at all times unless master had need of them. Her hair would also move to protect her mistress’s modesty, as they always slept together naked.
Indeed, her only piece of clothing was a satin loincloth over her groin, adorned with precious gems. She didn’t even need heels, walking on the balls of her bare feet with the poise of a ballerina.
Rhianna, too enraptured by her new lover, failed to notice the heat building up in her dangling pocket watch as it shook on its own. Rhianna had never tested or considered the limits of her magical trinket, and she paid for it.
BANG went the watch, like a gunshot, as its magic unbound itself after one last transformation. Rhianna recoiled with a yelp, closing her eyes as she prepared to feel bits of exploding clockwork lodged in her body, but the pain never came. Her familiar calmly strut over to the watch’s chain and bent over to pick it up, presenting her bare ass to Rhianna in the process.
“Ooooooh!” Said the bimbo fairy, in exactly the airy, high pitched voice one would expect “It’s all gone, master!”
A different voice echoed in Rhianna’s head, smooth and effortlessly seductive. Fear not, dear mistress. Rhianna’s face, not to mention her loins, warmed at the sound. This one has magic of its own. Through it, you may come to grow far beyond any gift your sister could offer.
The servant pocketed the chain in her inventory (accessed via her cleavage, naturally), before turning her empty, bimbo gaze back to Rhianna. “Oh… is master still upset?” she draped her arms lovingly over her master’s shoulders, “did mean little Janine hurt you before she went away? Well I’ll make it all better, teehee!”
You need not worry about commands, loving mistress. This one is more than a servant, it is an extension of you. It knows even the desires you would not admit to yourself. The familiar’s fingers clasped behind the master’s back as the being birthed from Janine pulled Rhianna into a kiss. Jolts of pleasure arced across Rhianna’s mouth as she finally unwound and began making out with the familiar. God, every part of her creation’s body felt like heaven.
But what did Rhianna really need?
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