“P-p-please… D-d-d-dave… t-t-this isn’t funny… D-d-d-did you do this?” Janet panted quietly, “w-w-whats happened to me?”
I adjusted myself and blinked in realisation. Janet knew things had changed but she didn’t know it had been me that had changed her… I knew that finding out it was me who did it and that with the pen I had complete power over her would make her feel miserable. I smiled at the though.
"You see Janet" I started. "I have this magic pen with which I can make everything come true. And I just used to make you a proper sex slave."
"No!" She gasped and straightened up making her small young breasts jiggle slightly.
"Yes!" I continued. "And now I will make sure that you are MY slave existing purely to satisfy MY OWN personal needs..."
I knew I only needed to write "I am Janet's Master" and it would become the reality. Such a short sentence... I wanted to savor it.
"I..." The first stroke of the pen felt good. Janet was pretty, very pretty but too tall for my liking. Later I wanted to make her more petite and significantly shorter. I smiled at the thought of making her envy my 12-year-old niece's stature.
"... am..." Again, in my mind I could see what I will do to my new toy. If she was supposed to serve me, she'd have to have more sway to her walk. And what way is there better for giving someone more sway than growing her hips? Yes, I knew I wanted to make Janet's pelvis wider. Much wider... And I suspected that with the size I had in mind she would have hard time running. Better for me - at least she won't get a chance to escape me.
"... Janet" I imagined her boobs. I savored the thought of how I'll make them fuller. Not too big, only enough to slightly overfill my hand groping them. But I knew I wanted to make them soft... Softer than any breasts have ever been, wobbling all the time. Also heavier. I wanted to make them unproportionally heavier just so I knew she would be even more miserable with those inconvenient funbags stuck to her chest exclusively for my pleasure.
As I was consumed by my imagination the reality escaped my attention. And in the reality Janet was not ready to just sit there and watch how I become her master.
"NO!" I heard her shout as she slapped the pen away from my hand. I was confused for a second but quickly realized what was happening and grabbed Janet's wrist in my hand before she could grab the pen. She tried and failed at getting out of my grasp - I was significantly stronger than her. I smiled knowing it will be even easier to overpower her when I'll make her smaller.
"What's wrong with you?!" she squealed and I was just about to respond with a witty return when something attracted my attention.
Down below, on the piece of paper, my unfinished sentence started glowing...
"I am Janet..." it said.
Oh shit.