You lick your lips and smile, this is the single greatest opportunity you’ve ever had. Imagine, being able to transform yourself or anyone of your choosing for as long as you want! But it would be so much better if the genie could do more. What you really want is more flexible wishes…So why not wish for a more flexible genie?
“Okay, I’ve decided…” You say in one breath, staring at the genie. He’s a strange-looking creature, of that you have no doubt.
“What is your wish, my master?” The genie asks, smiling as he opens his arms wide. Funny, he almost looks mischievous. But you shake your head, and dismiss it from your mind. It’s just all of the paranoia you’ve been brainwashed with, after reading ‘The Monkey’s Paw’ and myriad other wishing stories about things going wrong.
“You said I can only change myself, or someone else…temporarily or permanently?” You ask, staring up at the genie. As long as you’re clever, this should all work out to your benefit.
“Yes, my master.” The genie nods, sighing. He seems to be growing impatient. Odd that a creature so ancient should even care about the passing of seconds.
“Fine. Genie, I wish to have magical power. Permanently. That’s kind of like transformation. So, hop to it!” You snap your fingers.
The genie nods and waves his arms. Smoke wafts about him, streams of purple and pink fog. Green…yellow…blue…it fills the room, and seems to envelop your very being.
“It feels…kind of funny…” You remark, laughing. Giggling, really. Slapping your hand over your mouth, you look through the smoke at the fading genie. Did you really just let out a simpering little feminine sound? Perhaps it’s the excitement…and the smoke is making you feel so funny…it’s just getting to your head. So you just shrug and decide to relax while it happens.
Your skin feels like it’s…tingling. All over. Reaching up to rub your arms, your palms come away with tiny hairs that immediately float off in the air. You frown, squinting at your fingers. They look more slender…like a girl’s. But wait…why would that be?
“What are you…doing to me?” You call out, sighing. Your voice sounds funny…like it’s gotten higher. Softer…
Your eyes begin to water, and you shut them tightly. Of course they’re watering, you’re in a cloud of fog!
Nobody ever said wishes took so long. It’s like you’re using a dial-up modem…
“Genie, where are you?” You call, opening your eyes again and trying to look around. The smoke is beginning to clear…and you spot him standing nearby. Now that you think about it, he’s not so strange-looking. In fact, he’s kind of attractive…
You shake your head, pulling at your shirt as you do so. It’s like different parts are getting looser, but the chest…it’s so tight! If you don’t take it off, you’re pretty sure you won’t be able to breathe any more…and yet feeling the fabric brush against your nipples, which are…for some reason…oh so sensitive…the buttons begin to pop off. One-by-one…and then…
‘RRRRIP!’ The sound echoes in your ears and the world seems to stop. Now that the smoke is clearing, you begin to notice the definite changes in your body…namely the gigantic pair of breasts just hanging there as if they were yours.
“EEEEP!” You shout, grabbing them. But shock and fear give way as you let out a moan. The pressure of your fingers on your skin…it just feels so amazing. Despite your best efforts, you can’t help but begin to massage them gently. Looking up at your genie, he doesn’t seem too surprised by the changes. In fact, he’s got a hungry look in his eyes now.
His muscular arms would feel so good, wrapped around you. Even though you’re completely heterosexual, of course…you can’t help but wonder…what it would feel like…
“Stop it! Stop this, turn…turn me back to normal!” You shout, coming to your senses. He shrugs, walking towards you slowly and grinning. A long forked tongue sneaks out between his teeth as the genie laughs.
“Once a change is made, my mistress, there is no turning back…but don’t worry…it will all be over soon…” He whispers, approaching you. Noticing his baggy, silken pants…you take not that one part isn’t so baggy any more. In fact, it’s quite tight…and big…
Your mouth begins to water, as your knees weaken and you drop to the floor in front of him.
“…What…..am I doing?” You moan, keeping one hand on your huge right breast, pinching the nipple teasingly as your other hand struggles to pull his pants away and release the beast beneath.
“Tut tut!” The Genie chides, laughing. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you how babies were made, my mistress?” He asks, aiding you in pulling his pants down. What you see beneath isn’t disappointing in the least…and before you let common sense take over, you practically inhale the beautiful cock directly in front of you. It tastes sweet…and it’s so firm…
“Mmmmmm…” He intones, putting a hand on your head and ruffling the hair. Long black locks spill down beside your cheeks, and you don’t notice as you release your breast to stroke yourself. But when you grab for your crotch, you are not greeted by a familiar little man…in fact, all you find…is a delightfully sensitive pocket of flesh…
“Not yet, my mistress.” The genie says, though the gentleness in his voice seems to have gained more command. Pushing your head away, he grins down at you and pulls you to your feet.
“I get first dibs, if you don’t mind…my mistress…” He growls, suddenly becoming far more the master as he jerks your face up closer to his and slides his tongue into your mouth. You try to push away, but by now have accepted that your body isn’t really under your control anymore, if you can even call it your body…
With a sudden jerk, you realize something is stabbing roughly at your entrance…