Denise sprawled across her bed, the soft cotton sheets cool against her skin. One hand kneaded her breast, fingers tracing the curve she’d grown to love, while the other slipped beneath her panties, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. The faint hum of the house settled around her, but her mind was elsewhere—downstairs, where Neil was undoubtedly fucking Chloe again. The thought sent a jolt of heat through her, her breath hitching as she imagined his hands gripping Chloe’s hips, his groans filling the living room. She shouldn’t be this turned on, but she was, and it was intoxicating.

She let her thoughts drift back over the week. Mornings started with Neil sliding the circlet onto her head, its cold metal kissing her scalp. Instantly, her body would hum with need, her thighs slick with desire as he took her—hard, relentless, leaving her panting and blissfully submissive. Then he’d leave her to the day’s chores: scrubbing floors, folding laundry, dusting shelves in a haze of contentment. When Chloe got home from work, Neil would claim the circlet, and Denise would retreat to her room, listening to their moans through the thin walls while her fingers worked herself into a frenzy.

She wondered if she ought to be resentful of this but dismissed the thought. She was happier than she had ever been in her life, as long as she wore the circlet, she could feel her body changing shape, it became faster the more submissive she acted. By now her stomach was toned and she had beautiful large raindrop breasts that didn’t need a bra anymore. All the housework had made the place far more pleasant, and Neil promised to find a larger place soon. She had always found Neil's dominant side appealing but with the circlet she felt like putty in his hands, and she was loving it. And it was only natural that such a man should have all the women he could handle.

The worst part came at night, though. Slipping the circlet onto Neil’s head flipped a switch she despised. His voice turned simpering, pathetic—“Yes, mistress”—and it made her skin crawl. She hated that weak, fawning tone, the way it stripped away the man she adored. But she did it anyway, a quiet sacrifice to sharpen him into a better master. He never remembered, thanks to her commands, and it was paying off—his body was leaner now, abs etched beneath his skin. He chalked it up to all the sex boosting his testosterone, and she let him believe it.

Denise had been avoiding Chloe, having two people near someone wearing the circlet seemed to confuse things but when she caught glimpses, she could see her body had also changed. Her previously flat chest seemed huge now, more like implants than real. But she clearly hadn’t gotten implants. As she squeezed her own engorged tits, they certainly felt natural, at least.

A low groan drifted up from downstairs—Neil finishing, no doubt. Denise quickened her pace, fingers slick as she chased her own release. Pleasure crested, sharp and sweet, and she sighed, rolling onto her side. Her gaze landed on the circlet’s box, its lid ajar on the nightstand. If this thing was rewriting her life, she ought to understand it better. She reached for the notes inside, the paper crinkling as she unfolded it, and started to read.

The next afternoon, Denise drained the last of the dishwater from the sink, the faint scent of lemon soap clinging to her hands. She’d finished her chores—counters gleamed, floors shone—and the house felt almost peaceful. Neil sat at the kitchen table, hunched over a pile of bills, his brow furrowed as he scribbled numbers on a notepad. She slid onto his lap, straddling his knee, and pressed a kiss to his temple. His warmth seeped into her, a quiet comfort amid the tension.

“Urgh I probably need to find another job,” said Neil.

Denise slid down between his legs. “Do you want me to take your mind off it master?” she asked seductively as she started unbuckling his pants.

Neil’s hands found hers, gentle but firm, and he lifted the circlet from her head. The metal gleamed briefly in the sunlight streaming through the window before he set it aside. The fog of submission lifted, leaving her with the steady glow of her love for him—less overwhelming, but no less real. “If only I could figure out how to use this to make money,” he said, half to himself, staring at the circlet.

“Ma.. err Neil, I was reading the circlet notes and I thought…” Denise started explaining but suddenly stopped as the door opened. Neil’s attention pricked up; Chloe was here which meant it was her turn to wear the circlet.

Chloe walked in and stopped shocked upon seeing Denise on her knees in front of Neil. “Oh”

Denise stood up embarrassed “oh hi Chloe how was your day?”

Chloe took off her coat and hung it up, followed by a thick woollen jumper she was wearing. Underneath she was wearing a tank top.

“Ooooh that’s better.” Denise saw her breasts had clearly grown even bigger than she expected. “I’ve been so hot all day, gotta keep these babies hidden before they stop growing then I can say I got implants” she said as she fondled her tits.

Denise glanced at Neil. He twirled the circlet between his fingers, his eyes locked on Chloe, practically vibrating with anticipation. “Neil, baby,” she said, stepping closer, “can I show you guys something first?” She pulled a folded newspaper clipping from her pocket and smoothed it out on the table. The headline blared in bold: *LUST ISLAND STARS MOVE INTO MCMANSION ESTATE*. “You were talking about moving, and this place is only twenty miles away.”

Neil frowned, scanning the article. “I can’t afford anything like that.”

“It says Brandom Collard has already moved in, can’t you use your toy there to ‘convince’ him to let us move in?”

Denise watched Neil’s face as he took the clipping, his brow creasing in thought. She could almost see the gears turning—he hadn’t considered using the circlet on a guy before. “Well, I haven’t thought of another way to make money,” he admitted, pausing. “But he’s not gonna fall for it. ‘Hey, mate, wanna try this jewelry on?’ isn’t exactly subtle.”

“Neil, I’ve been reading the notes that came with the circlet and I think it might be able to use it to control people from a distance. It says it can be used to shape magic as well as minds which may mean you can enchant people’s bodies to induce submission” Denise piped up. “Put on the circlet and I see if I can enchant you.”

Neil recoiled in horror. “No no no, I’m not putting that on me.”

Denise was surprised he reacted that way, but since he doesn’t remember wearing it, he must be terrified she will enslave him in some way.

“But this will help,” she begged.

“No, I’m not wearing it,” he snapped, his tone final. “Test it on Chloe instead.” Before Denise could argue, he grabbed the circlet and planted it on Chloe’s head. She didn’t flinch, just stood there as the silver settled into place. Neil bolted from the room, his footsteps pounding up the stairs, leaving Denise alone with Chloe in the kitchen’s fluorescent glow.

“Err hi Chloe are you ok?” she asked awkwardly.

“Yes, mistress I’m fine” she responded with a soft look of adoration on her face.

“So, you are enjoying fucking my boyfriend?” Denise asked, trying to break the silence, but as she did, she felt a surge of arousal.

“I love serving Neil mistress especially when it is my turn with the circlet.” Chloe replied.  
“And if he had never used the circlet on you, what would you be honestly doing then?”  
Chloe glanced at the article from before. “I would have got implants and would be trying to use them to let a rich guy move in with me.”

“You like using your body to get what you want from men?” Denise raised an eyebrow, an idea sparking. “Chloe, tell me if you feel anything.” She straightened, channeling Neil’s authoritative tone. “Your tits will have the power to make men’s cocks hard with desire.”  
Chloe’s breath hitched. “Oh, I feel something—like the tingling when they were growing, but… different.” She tugged her tank top off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Her breasts bounced free, impossibly full and firm, nipples tightening in the cool air.  
Denise leaned in, peering at them, unsure what to expect. No shimmer, no glow—just Chloe’s skin, smooth and flushed. “I don’t feel anything,” she said, stepping back.

“But, mistress, you’re not a man,” Chloe pointed out, tilting her head. “Should I test it on Neil? I don’t get how this helps us with the mansion.”

Denise hesitated. Testing it on Neil would mean him fucking Chloe right here, and the thought sent another surge of heat through her. She pictured his hands on Chloe’s curves, his cock buried deep—it’d be so hot to watch. Her fingers twitched toward her waistband, but she stopped herself. Chloe was right; it wouldn’t solve anything. Neil would screw her anyway.

“No,” she said, firming her voice. “Your tits will make men’s cocks so hard with desire that their minds become oblivious, malleable putty to your suggestions.”

“Oooh, it feels more intense this time.” Chloe squeaked.  
“Right, so in a moment take off the circlet and we’ll go and see if we can get Neil to wear it, if he puts it on willingly then that must prove it worked.” explained Denise.

Chloe slid the circlet off, her posture snapping back to normal. She yanked her tank top back on, the fabric stretching tight, and they headed to the living room. Neil lounged on the sofa, legs spread, flipping through a magazine. “Neil,” Chloe started, her voice bright, “we’ve decided you really should try this on.”

“Look I’ve told you that’s not going to happen; you will have to find some other way.” Neil responded angrily.

“What about now?” Chloe chirped, peeling her top down. Her breasts spilled out, round and defiant, catching the lamplight.

“I sa—oh, fuck,” Neil stammered, his magazine slipping to the floor. His eyes darkened, predatory, as he zeroed in on her chest. “Take off your panties,” he ordered, his voice rough, already shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, rigid and pulsing.

Denise watched, heart pounding, as Chloe dropped the circlet with a clatter and obeyed. Neil scooped her up, pinning her against the armrest, and thrust into her with a grunt. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking hard, lost in a haze of lust. He didn’t even glance at Denise—she might as well have been invisible. Fuck, this was hot, she thought, her hand sliding into her jeans, fingers finding her clit. Neil’s hips slammed into Chloe, the sofa creaking under them, and Denise matched their rhythm, biting her lip to stifle a moan.

It didn’t take long. Chloe’s gasps peaked, Neil groaned, and Denise’s own release hit, sharp and shuddering. She slumped against the wall, catching her breath, while Neil’s face stayed slack, dopey, utterly checked out. Chloe disentangled herself, smoothing her hair. “Now, Neil, why don’t you try this on?” she said, scooping up the circlet, but Denise grabbed her wrist.

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary. Neil you will just remember fucking Chloe and we convinced you she has the ability to get people to wear the circlet.” Denise said to her slack jawed boyfriend.

“Put your top back on, you're done for the night” Denise said to Chloe as she grabbed the circlet out of her hand.

Chloe was no longer wearing the circlet but not in the mood to argue who she quietly acquiesced and went to her room. This was going to be fun, she thought.