I followed Mark to the kitchen. I didn't have much choice. Mark had the ring so he could do whatever the hell he wanted. What a stupid idea it was to hand him such a precious and powerful magical item.
We entered the kitchen we beheld a woman washing the dishes. A moment later I realized that this was Mark's mom just changed to match the description of my desire's voice. She was in a way a caricature of womanhood but... I mean I couldn't help but admire the beauty of her new form taken straight from my fantasies.
I wasn't tall for a boy my age, I was only 5'5 and I remembered Mark's mom as a tall woman, definitely taller than me. Now she barely reached my chin. She couldn't be more than 5 feet tall now, her own son Mark a full foot taller than her. Her frame was also very thin, almost child-like, but with two exceptions: her butt and her bosom. Even looking at her from behind I could see bits of her breasts sticking out from the sides of her slender torso. As my eyes moved downwards I could see her torso thinning down even more at her slender waist just to then flare out spectacularly forming the most impressive posterior I had ever seen, both in real life and online.
She was humming some melody moving her weight from one foot to another, just like women do, her huge hips swayed in a wide arc in the rhythm of the melody.
"What have you done Mark? Look at her! How is she even supposed to function normally with a body shape like that?!"
"Oh, shut up Josh. It was your fantasy in the end..."
"But I'd never..."
Mark however wasn't listening. Instead he turned to his mother and ordered her do make him some cereal. He didn't even say please. He was a Fem-master now and apparently he didn't mind using the power he had even on his own mother.
"But we don't have any milk left honey. I'm really sorry Mark. I can go shopping if you want..." Mark's mother seemed genuinely anxious about what her son was going to do.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! I want it NOW! You know what? I'm going to make sure we never run out of milk again!" he looked at the ring on his finger and said "I wish there was no need for cow milk because every woman lactated permanently amounts sufficient enough to feed their families. I wish that their breast size and shape remained unchanged, just their weight increased because... because... just to make it a pain for them!"
There was a brief flash of light and after I could see again I saw Mark's mother smiling this time.
"You'll get your cereal in a minute." she said "I'll just go and milk myself. I had to do this anyway, mommy's boobies are getting quite sore, you know."
She left the kitchen moving in a way that made my cock go slightly hard in my pants. How could that be? A creature with this kind of body clearly must have felt extremely uncomfortable and yet she moved with such a grace and... sexiness.
"Mark! Why are you doing it to them? Women are people just like you and me! You can't just treat them like this!" I simply didn't know how to convince Mark to stop and he was getting definitely too far.
"Stop whining Jon!" Mark shouted "I thought you would enjoy it. I wanted us to have fun together. But no... You prefer to complain and whine like those very feminist bitches we were trying to punish in the first place. You know what? So be it. It seems that I'll be the only one having fun now! I wish you..."