Jessie looked down as her gauzy pink top was pushed out by her expanding breasts. She was briefly worried that Mark would make them big enough to immobilize her, but they stopped at about the size of volleyballs.
”Just a couple more cup sizes,” said Mark smugly. “So you see, I do still have power over you. You might want to think about that if you’re tempted to interpret any of my wishes in a creative manner -- I may choose to interpret you in a creative manner.”
Jessie involuntarily gulped at the threat.
”So let’s see how well this works,” Mark said, putting his hands on his hips and looking around the living room of the apartment. “Obviously I wouldn’t mind moving to a mansion, but for now, let’s see -- I wish this apartment were decorated the way I would have myself, given unlimited funds.”
Jessie suddenly felt a pressure building up in her body, centered around her head, almost as if it were the biggest sneeze ever, about to come out her nose -- she slammed her head forward and suddenly the pressure released. Of course -- it was much like Jeannie “blinking” on the old “I Dream of Jeannie” TV show. She just hadn’t folded her arms for the effect.
The contents of the apartment were morphing around them. The cheap sofa set became a full leather living room group. The TV drastically enlarged as it hung itself on the wall. Hardwood racks appeared surrounding it, holding what almost seemed to be an entire video store’s inventory of Blu-rays and video games. Art prints disappeared from the other walls, replaced by nicely framed movie posters. Even the carpet changed, a few spots disappearing as it altered to become more thick and plush.
Jessie had almost been expecting inflatable chairs and porn centerfolds taped to the walls, so she was pleasantly surprised that it came out looking reasonably tasteful. However, there were no feminine touches whatsoever, as if she’d never lived there, never been Mark’s wife. She wasn’t sure she could bear to see what the bedroom looked like without her past influences.
Mark didn’t seem to be dwelling on that, though. “This looks like a good place to bring someone back to,” he mused, and then said, “Same as the apartment decorating, I wish I had a more fashionable wardrobe, given unlimited funds.”
Jessie quickly folded her arms and nodded her head before the pressure got much of a chance to build up. She could feel her ponytail bounce as she did so.
Instead of a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, Mark was now wearing a violet button-up shirt, black slacks, and leather shoes that appeared to be worth several thousand dollars, not to mention a gold wristwatch. “Awesome,” he said, looking down at his new clothes. “Didn’t think I looked so good in purple. Now, I wish instead of both our cars, I just had an expensive red sports car parked downstairs. I want to see what the magic comes up with.”
Jessie had already blinked.
”Got the clothes, got the car...” said Mark. “But since it’s been a while since I’ve put myself out there, I could use some more help. I wish I was putting out some serious pheromones to attract and arouse women, which are more obvious to women the more attractive I find them.”
Jessie blinked. Nothing was obvious, although then she suddenly realized she was feeling a little warm. Oh, of course, Mark still found her attractive, so maybe she could use that to her advantage and --
”I’m going out for the evening,” Mark said with a grin. He reached over and picked the ornate bottle off the glass-and-chrome end table, and said one more word, “Bottle.”
Jessie suddenly found herself cut off from sight and hearing, the only sensation being her body suddenly seeming to spin and dissolve...
Time seemed to have no meaning; she could have been in the bottle for one second, or a thousand years. But she felt her body reincorporate, and she reformed, her senses coming back to her. She was back in the living room, the lights turned on, the world outside the balcony door black. It was night, she presumed just several hours after Mark had put her in the bottle.
And what she saw, standing before her, was...