Chris quickly entered "Ryan is my adoring gay sex slave and in my room right now." and with a comical popping sound Ryan was teleported into Chris' proximity, to the bewilderment of the police officer about to make an arrest for public indecency.
A black leather harness materialized around Ryan's chest, followed by a matching collar as he fell to his knees.
"Uh, Master?" Ryan said tentatively, somewhere between bringing up the obvious, awe and discomfort speaking. "What's going on?"
"Nothing you need to worry about, Ryan." Chris said, rapidly texting. "Just a miracle. Do me a favor and suck my dick."
The newly minted slave complied, crawling over to Chris to unbutton his pants, release the very erect cock inside, and starting an inexplicably skilled blowjob.
One more textmogrification to deal with the aftermath: "Nobody but me cares that Ryan disappeared from his old life. Ryan's stuff is in storage at my place." The police officer outside shook their head as if questioning why they'd been called over, then chatted for a bit with Ryan's now much calmer ex-girlfriend on the way elsewhere. With Chris' parents out overseas as art dealers indefinitely, this left Chris alone enjoying Ryan's recently added skills. A few more texts ensured compliance, sexual readiness, and not losing access to phone or functionality of reality warping texts. The rest was enjoyment, and a picture celebrating the new sub around the house. One cumshot that Ryan swallowed later, Chris had a new plan: dress-up.
"Ey, stand at the ready." he said, prompting Ryan to scramble up.
"Ryan is wearing booty shorts and sandals." he texted.
Skimpy khakis spawned into existence, neatly containing Ryan's package and prompting an 'eep', followed by footwear that could be charitably called gladiatorial.
"Ryan's harness is also a backpack, currently worn over a tank top."
Pop, shift, and some easy storage space and something legally qualifying as a shirt.
"Ryan is having an orgasm."
The daddy sub promptly creamed his shorts.
"I'll lick that up for you." Chris said deviously, proceeding to overstimulate Ryan in the process of licking his cock clean and pulling him out of his stained clothes. "We'll figure out a more serious wardrobe in a bit. Now, what do you want to change about me? Just tell me and I'll text it."
Ryan thought to himself for a bit. "Well, if you're gonna overstimulate me Master then you're going to get a taste of your own medicine. Make your cock and balls detachable, self cleaning, and always able to keep going if stimulated. I'll use 'em as a plug or a pacifier while you're out and then really mess with you. It's either that or make 'em smaller and more sensitive, you're hard to swallow all of. And get me a portal for that ass, too, you're going to deserve a pounding at some point. Gimme my phone back and we can dirty text."
Chris smirked. "Oh, you're on Ryan."
A few texts later, he handed his genitalia over to leave a blank vaguely-sensitive area on his crotch, remotely connected. A portal around his butt, he padded the front end of his underwear and gulped nervously as Ryan experimentally rubbed Chris' cock and asshole together in a feat of physics-defying 'go fuck yourself' overseen by someone else.
"Text me if you need less distraction while you're out," Ryan tempted, "or maybe more."
Realizing the tables had turned, Chris debated what to do next to the pings of some friendly test-texting.