Eddie looks at the lamp in his hand with trepidation, then glances back up at you. “Uh, okay,” he says. “I wish you were a better-looking version of the person you were before you picked up the lamp.”
It suddenly occurs to you that you’ve picked up the lamp more than once, most recently two minutes ago.
”Oh, shit,” you say as you feel your body tingling. You run back into your giant bedroom, trying to remember where a mirror was -- there’s one inside the walk-in closet.
The changes are still going on as you stand and face the full-length mirror. Your hair lightens from black to a platinum blonde as your eyes change from brown to blue. Your breasts swell until they become approximately the size of soccer balls, with the gauzy top of your outfit mercifully enlarging to do a reasonably good job of holding them in; your hips and ass swell as well, with your waist constricting further. Your lips enlarge into bright pink pillows, looking as if they’re designed solely for cocksucking. The makeup on your face is as bright as it can be on your skin that’s still dark brown. Your fingernails seem twice as long -- well over an inch -- and are the same bright pink color as your lips are now.
Eddie finally finds you. “Come on, babe, I just made the wish you wanted --“ From his angle, he sees you in the mirror first, and all he can say is, “Whoa!”
You realize that the lamp interpreted “better-looking” to mean his version of better-looking. It wasn’t that long ago that you had become a live-action version of a cartoon character, and now you’ve come full circle and are more like a cartoon-character version of a porn star.
You turn and start to say, “Uh, Eddie...”
He was holding the lamp with only a couple fingers through the handle, but now he clutches it to his chest. “Hey, you promised I could have the other two wishes be for myself!” he protests.
You sigh. “Okay, just watch out. For one of my wishes, I didn’t even say ‘I wish,’ I was just --“
The lamp glows in Eddie’s arms.
You feel your top disintegrating, the fabric vanishing into thin air. You look down just as silver rings with blue jewels dangling from them pop into existence piercing your chocolate-brown nipples. Simultaneously, the walls of the walk-in closet seem to contract. An entire rack of clothing disappears as the rest rearranges itself; you see only gauzy pants and various items of lingerie that don’t appear to cover your breasts.
Eddie’s eyes are wide. “Oh, man, I was just thinking about how awesome your tits are, and how you should show them off all the time!” he says excitedly. “That’s so awesome!” He stares at your massive chest for a few more seconds before he realizes, “Shoot, don’t want this to go again before I’m ready!” He reaches up and puts it on a shelf that has shoes sitting on it.
”So what should my last wish be?” he mumbles to himself, going back to staring at your chest. You’re resigned to having to get someone else to use the lamp to try to get you back to normal -- hopefully with a better-thought-out wish, so you silently hope Eddie gets the process over with as soon as possible.
Finally, Eddie says, “Got it!” He picks the lamp up again, looks at you, and says, “I wish...”