My equipment began to press uncomfortably against my jeans.
I was nervous about showing myself in front of the lovely Latina singer, so I excused myself and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door as I pulled down my pants.
My cock, erect, must have been a foot long and a couple of inches in diameter, standing out proudly -- I could literally see it throbbing with my pulse. My balls were in proportion to that, maybe twice their original size. I stared for a second before saying, "I wish I wasn't erect for now."
I saw it deflate, sinking down until it dangled. It hadn't lost much length -- it was maybe 10 inches, reaching well down my thigh.
I went back to my bedroom, where CBLo was feeling her enlarged breasts through her T-shirt. She looked up at me, bemused. "You're, uh, not used to having a girl in your room, are you?"
"No," I admitted.
"Would you be willing to make more wishes for me?" she asked. "I'll make it worth your while, even beyond your new size. You're based on an ex of mine, if you were wondering. He was an asshole, but was good in other areas."
I pointed out, "I could just wish for you to do what I want."
She smiled. "Yeah, but me doing something on my own has got to be better than me doing it at your command, right?"
That was probably true, I admitted to myself. "Okay, so what's your next wish?" I asked.
"I wish I always looked as hot and sexy as I do in my videos," she replied.
She was just in a gray T-shirt, jeans, and sweat socks, without much makeup and with her hair fairly disheveled, so that sounded like a good plan to me.
I repeated what she'd said. "I wish you always looked as hot and sexy as you do in your videos."
Before my eyes, her clothing morphed into a black sequined leotard, a V cut down the middle that revealed both her newly enlarged cleavage and a navel with a diamond charm dangling from a piercing. Fishnet stockings covered her nicely tanned legs, and on her feet were shiny black platform sandals. Her hair had lightened several shades, practically shining in the late-afternoon sunlight of my bedroom, and it reached down to her ass. Her face was thick with colorful makeup, and I noticed that her fingernails were long and perfectly manicured with white tips.
She looked like a cross between a model and a porn star. I felt myself getting horny again.
"This is awesome," she said, looking down at herself, then looking back up at me. "Can I borrow your bathroom to try something? You can follow me if you want."
"Uh, sure," I said. Once again, I found myself walking to the bathroom being constricted by my pants.
We both went into the bathroom. She obviously liked what she saw in the mirror. Then she grabbed a washcloth off the hand towel rack, quickly wet it, and wiped it across her face.
It did smear the makeup, but only briefly -- within just a couple of seconds, her face was back to being perfectly made up, and the washcloth was no longer dirty.
"That's exactly what I wanted!" Now she looked very delighted. She turned to me and said, "It's like you're my own personal genie!"
"Yeah, I wish," I said, a bit sarcastically. I then realized what had just come out of my mouth, and clapped my hand over it.
CBLo obviously realized it, too, and quickly said, "I wish you couldn't make wishes for yourself, and I wish you were wearing a genie outfit!"