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This is the first story I've dared post. I have no idea if I'll ever post anything more. I wrote it two years ago and haven't been terribly motivated to do much with it since then. It's arguably rather derivative and not terribly good, but I enjoyed writing it. Rather than let it sit on my hard drive indefinitely I figured I'd stick it up here. Maybe you'll like it, maybe not. If not, I don't care. It was written for my own enjoyment and nothing more. This story is very clearly influenced by the work of others, particularly the brilliant Ed Miller, Bill Hart and JR Parz. My apologies for any ideas I've stolen from any of them (and no doubt there are a few). The normal disclaimers apply. Don't read this story if you watch Bill O'Reilly, listen to Rush Limbaugh or voted for Bush. Also don't do anything in it, you immoral bastard. --- ANOTHER GENIE STORY OF SOME SORT My girlfriend Jane was an attractive woman, though she failed to see it in herself. She was not tall or stick-thin like the women in her fashion magazines. Just 5'1", she was short, cute and curvy, with gorgeous D-cup breasts (which she hated), a nice hourglass figure, green eyes and wavy auburn hair. I often think the only reason she was with me (a lanky computer geek) was because her self-image was so poor. She didn't realize how much better she could do if she wished. This, of course, put me in the position of having a beautiful girlfriend despite not being much to look at myself. She claimed to love me, but didn't show it very well. I truly loved her. Therefore, I spent a lot of energy trying to make her happy, to earn that love I wanted from her. When Jane's birthday came around I searched around on eBay for the perfect, unusual gift. After browsing over pages of bondage wear, lamenting that getting her something like that would only cause a fight, I came across one item entitled "Authentic Genie Lamp." The picture showed a stunning little oil lamp. It wasn't the kind of dingy solid brass lamp you see in the old B movies. This was a beautiful, jewel-encrusted treasure, with some ornate scribbling on the side and a color closer to platinum. No bids yet and an asking price of only 50 bucks. Perfect! This was exactly the kind of weird little item that Jane would really like. "Maybe I can even get her to grant me a wish," I chuckled to myself, knowing full well that the lamp would be put on a shelf and ignored just like all the other presents I'd given her. I placed my bid and went off to do some grocery shopping. Two days later, I had won the lamp. After a couple of cryptic emails from the very eccentric seller, payment was made and the lamp was on its way. The seller was really a strange chap, as you might expect from someone selling such an item. His email, though thanking me for my purchase and asking for positive feedback, was full of warnings. "Don't misuse this power," "be careful who you show the lamp to," "leave at least one wish in reserve," stuff like that. He took this thing way too seriously. No matter, I can fake politeness via email. The next day was not a great one. Jane had gone out with some friends after work and I was bored. After 8 hours, I was no longer bored, but angry. Jane came stumbling in at 4 A.M., drunk and belligerent. She had had problems with alcohol since well before I knew her, though they didn't make themselves obvious to me until later in our relationship. By this point, though, I knew that arguing with her would just make things worse. I was laying in bed when I heard her coming, so I just rolled over and pretended to be asleep. I knew that when she was drunk, Jane was a holy terror, capable of saying or doing anything she could to hurt me. Another shitty night. Things were a little strained after that. Jane, though never really affectionate, seemed even more distant. She refused to tell me where she had been that night, angry that I would even ask. I was upset that I seemed to matter so little that she hadn't even bothered to call. Things were not going well. Jane went out with her friends again a couple more times that week, showing up at nearly the same time and in nearly the same condition. On Friday, Jane was out again. When I arrived home from work, I found the package there. "Great," I said, "now I have a birthday present and nobody to give it to. I wish this damn thing was real." I took the box inside and opened it up, predictably dumping Styrofoam packing peanuts everywhere in the process. Wow! This thing really was beautiful. The 50 dollars I'd paid for it was a steal. One side was encrusted with what looked like precious jewels. Rubies, lapis lazuli, opals, emeralds and so forth. There's no way they could be real for what I paid, but they sure looked good. The other side was engraved with what must have been a representation of the Mesopotamian flood epic. Very ornate and very worth my money. I was reluctant to give a gift this nice to someone who clearly couldn't care less about me. Well, I might as well see if it's real, I smirked and rubbed the lamp. Nothing, just as expected. Man, could I have used some wishes. I turned it over and on the base of the lamp saw a bar code sticker! God, what an ugly thing to be on such a nice lamp. A little scraping and it was off and I put the lamp back on the table in front of me. "BOOM!" "What the fuck?" I yelped as I jumped forward. "I said 'BOOM!'" said a deep voice right behind me. Then he chuckled softly. I've always been sort of jumpy and nearly went through the roof at that. Here was a man, about 6'6" in height, wearing a business suit and a turban, suddenly standing about 2 feet behind me. "Who are you?" I squeaked out. This was a very imposing man, one who I would rather not anger. "I'm the genie. Sorry about the 'BOOM!'" I jumped again, which made him smile kindly. "People always want something dramatic to happen when a genie appears. I'm not much into smoke or earthquakes, so I just say 'boom'." Pulling myself together a bit and trying to wrap my head around this bizarre situation, I figured I had better just go along with this guy, whoever he was. "So do I get a wish?" I said softly. "Actually, you get three. Please make it snappy, though. I don't have all day. Everyone seems to think genies just sit around waiting for someone to make wishes, but I actually have a very active social life. I was just about to go out to dinner when you summoned me." This was bizarre. I don't know why, but for some reason it all would have been more believable if he had appeared in a blue fog. Of course I knew what I'd wish for if this was all real, but how could it be? "Um, I don't know what to wish for." I said, reluctant to reveal too much. "Fine, I'm in a rush so I'll make it easy for you. Your first wish is to be able to transform matter, both animate and inanimate, simply by thinking about the form you'd like it to take. Correct?" "Yes, I wish for that." He was right. This is exactly what I wanted to wish for. He closed his eyes for about five seconds, then said, "Done. Please test it out now so that I don't have to go to the trouble of reading your mind for the next two wishes." I was starting to actually believe this guy was a genie, or else a very good guesser. Might as well try it out either way, it's not like I would lose anything if it didn't work. I looked at his turban and thought about it looking like a fez instead. Almost instantly, it reshaped itself into an exact fez I had pictured. "Oh my God..." I gasped. "Thank you." "You're very welcome and thank you. You have no idea how often people just get their wishes and don't even show the slightest gratitude. Now that you can see I'm for real, could we move on to wish number two?" This was moving a little faster than I could keep up with mentally, but I did have another wish already picked out. "I wish I had the ability to control people's thoughts, feelings and actions and even personalities." The genie closed his eyes for a few seconds again, then said, "Done. And good choices so far. So many people wish for something ephemeral like a car or money. Yours should be fun for life. I assume you'd like to test it out, eh?" With that, he picked up the remote control and turned on the news. The usual prattle was on, with the square-jawed anchorman and blonde anchorwoman making stupid puns and small talk in between fluff news pieces. "Make her do something." prompted the genie. I didn't want to embarrass the anchorwoman or get her in trouble, so I concentrated on something small. ~Tell the audience what you're going to do when you get home tonight.~ I thought at her, figuring it would be unusual but pretty tame. The anchorwoman paused a moment. "Next, the weather. But first I'd just like to say that when I get home tonight I'm going to wrap my naked body in Saran Wrap and suck my husband's dick until he explodes all over me. Now over to Biff Smallshorts with the forecast." The anchorman looked stunned and the anchorwoman just smiled. Oops! That didn't work out how I had intended at all. I blushed and the Genie chuckled as he turned off the TV. "Even I didn't see that coming. You never realize how depraved people are until you get into their minds, I suppose. Well, no real harm done. I'll even bet her viewership increases. Now, on to the last wish." I already had everything I wanted, so I figured I'd use my last wish to help others. "Genie, could I wish to be able to grant wishes to others, like you? Without being turned into a genie or stuck in a bottle or anything like that?" The genie looked a little concerned at that. Reluctantly, he said, "Yes, you can. But be warned, you won't have any control over what wishes you grant. You will have to grant any wish made to you, even idle wishes. It can be very dangerous." I didn't see how it could be all that dangerous. Most people's desires are pretty simple, after all and maybe I could make some people happy. With only a moment's hesitation I stated, "Thanks, but that's my wish." A pause and the genie said, "Done. Please be careful, Will. Not everyone is as good at heart as you are. Now I'm off to dinner. Good luck." With that, the large man disappeared, along with the lamp. "BOOM!" was his final word to me. --- By this time it was about 7 PM. Still some time before Jane will come home, I assumed. I could change that now, if I so desired, but this time I really wanted the time alone to explore my new abilities. The first order of business was to test out my matter transforming abilities more thoroughly. Might as well start with myself. I closed my eyes and pictured a few changes in myself. I was already 6'1" and was perfectly happy with that height, but I was terribly skinny. I bulked myself up a little bit, making my muscles extremely strong and well- toned, but not at all bulky. I removed any propensities to disease. I removed my facial hair permanently, as I disliked beards and shaving is a pain. I made my teeth perfect and whitened them. There were a few other minor cosmetic changes and a number of unseen improvements to my health. Then, I started thinking about my dick. I was fortunate to already have a healthy 8 inches (there are advantages to being tall and lanky), but figured that with this power I might as well make a few changes anyway. I could always change back later if I didn't like them. Taking off my pants and staring at my dick, I upped the length to 10 inches and increased the girth appropriately. Damn, but that felt good. I immediately started to get hard. I decided to increase my cum output so that I could ejaculate up to a quart at a time and gave myself the ability to cum on command, as well as being able to get hard whenever I wanted. I started to stroke myself, amazed at how good my new dick felt. This was pretty incredible, but it seemed a waste to sit around alone masturbating with my new powers. I decided it was time to bring Jane home. I sent her a mental command ~Jane, go home to your boyfriend right now.~, then sat back and waited, idly stroking myself. Half an hour later, Jane walked in, drunk again. I was sitting on the couch, my dick in my hand. "God, Will, you fucking pervert! What, do you just sit here jerking off whenever I go out? Pathetic." She snarled at me, then started to walk to the bedroom. I'll admit it, I was pissed off. I had quite enough of this shit, her coming home drunk and abusive. I didn't have to take it anymore. I didn't feel quite right about changing the girl I love, but I was angry and horny and fed up. ~Jane, you will answer all Will's questions honestly and completely. You will act calm and polite. Go sit next to Will, stroke his dick and talk to him.~ Jane paused for a moment, looking confused. She then walked over to the couch, sat down next to me and started stroking my dick. "Will, what's going on?" she asked demurely. "I'm sorry honey, but I'll be asking the questions tonight." She looked a little frightened. "So, where were you and what were you doing?" You could see Jane struggle. She didn't want to answer my questions, she wanted to tell me to go to hell and that it was none of my business. She opened her mouth to do just that, but what came out was, "I was at the bar. I was dancing with some guy for awhile, then I gave him a blowjob in his car in exchange for a couple lines of coke." Hate flared in her eyes. "What the FUCK?? What have you done to me?" I could feel a heat welling up inside me. I loved this girl. I had been completely faithful to her and intended to remain faithful even with my new powers. She had betrayed me. There was a fire of hate somewhere deep inside me. "Jane, how many people other than me have you had sex with since we've been together?" I asked through gritted teeth. Again, a struggle, though shorter this time. Pained, she spat out, "Two, plus two more guys I just sucked off." You could see the hate in her eyes. "...And all of them better than you." My heart snapped. Had I been standing up, my knees would have buckled under the pain. Here I was, with the love of my life stroking my dick, telling me she's cheated on me repeatedly. Rage exploded through my body. "You fucking bitch! I loved you...." I trailed off as I started crying. I needed to pull myself together. Maybe I could change my own mind, just like I could with other people. I needed to be strong, to not care. I tried pushing a thought to myself ~This doesn't bother me.~ and suddenly it was true. I still knew what happened, I was still angry at the betrayal, but the pain that had been coursing through my body was gone. I needed to teach her a lesson. I spoke to her, pushing the thoughts into her mind. "Jane, I love you. I always have and probably always will. But you betrayed me. You acted like a slut and now you're going to go even farther." Sure, I was devastated at the way she had acted, but I was also jealous. I had sat around the house lonely and horny while she was out fucking strangers. "Suck my dick until I am ready to come. Make sure to take it into your throat. When I am about to come, remove your mouth and jack me off so that I ejaculate all over your face. Tell me what a slut you are and how much you want me to debase you. Do everything you can to make me feel good and maybe I'll forgive you for betraying me. From this moment on, every sexual order I give you you will obey, no matter how repugnant you find it." Jane grimaced, hating me more than ever. A moment later, her mouth descended on my cock. She started by licking around the head, gently touching all the most sensitive places. She hadn't done this for me in nearly two years, but was obviously very good at it. A few more licks and kisses and she closed her mouth around my cock. A few bobs up and down, then she descended on it, pushing her lips the entire 10 inches to the base and sucking with a force that nearly made my eyeballs concave. Tears started streaming out of her eyes. She was obviously choking and not being completely heartless, I used my powers to alter her throat so it was easy for her to deep throat a cock of any length without gagging. I had almost forgotten about my matter transforming powers and decided now was the time to have some fun. She continued her ministrations, taking my entire cock down her throat, then slowly releasing it, then thrusting down again, all the while looking at me with hate. Somehow I got off on this power, that someone who so clearly hated me was compelled to pleasure me. The feelings were incredible and normally I would have come very quickly. Thanks to my new powers, though, I had all the time in the world. I used my powers to firm up her body, getting rid of the baby fat she still retained. I made her hair grow longer, down to her ass. Her tits enlarged from their already healthy D-cup to a perfect, firm F, while her ass reshaped, forming a perfect heart shape. All the hair below her head fell disappeared, never to grow again. Her lips puffed up, perfect cocksucker lips. For kicks, I materialized twin vibrators in her ass and pussy, which caused her to let out a tiny moan of pleasure, as well as a look of terror. As the final touch, I decided to dress her. Thigh high black vinyl boots with 5-inch stiletto heels appeared on her, along with a bondage collar and heavily boned black corset, which left her tits and pussy exposed. I'd always had a little fetish for this kind of attire, which she used to laugh off and eventually ridicule until I had shut up about it. While I dressed her, I pushed another thought into her mind ~You love dressing like this. You're not comfortable in any other kinds of clothes.~ That should make things more interesting in the future. By now I was about ready to come. Jane sensed this and pulled her throat off my cock, grasping it in her hand. Jerking it rapidly and aiming it right at her face, she started speaking. "Fuck me Will, I'm just a slut. Nothing but a stupid cocksucker here for you to use. All I am is a hole for you to stick your dick in, a little cunt who's not good for anything but fucking. I want you to abuse me, to make me your bitch slave. Mark me as yours forever and keep me here sucking your cock whenever the urge strikes you. I wish you'd cover me with your cum and make me look like the whore I am." With that I let loose. My mind was drowned in the orgasm, pleasure like I'd never felt before. The first jet contained more cum than I'd ever ejaculated and caught her right in the eye. Then another in her mouth and another and another. I must have kept coming for 3 minutes, drenching her from head to toe in cum. As each jet hit her she recoiled in disgust, but there was no escaping it. Eventually, I was done. She laid on the floor, covered in cum, sobbing and looking like the most depraved whore in the world. I was pretty spent, both from the blowjob and from using my newfound powers. I decided I could stand a nap, so I sent some messages to Jane. ~Be quiet while I sleep. You will not try to harm me in any way. You will not try to leave or contact the outside world. The most important thing in your life is fucking me.~ and for good measure ~Having cum on your skin makes you so horny you have to masturbate yourself to orgasm. The more cum present, the more intense your orgasm will be.~ That should give her something to do while I nap. I pulled up my pants, went to the bedroom and began my nap. "I just wish I knew what was going on." whispered Jane. Her eyes startled open. Chapter 2 Something was wrong. Very very wrong. Even before I was fully awake I knew this. But what was it? Had I done something stupid? I had just had my way with Jane, who I still loved despite her betrayals. And now I had betrayed her. Not that I felt too horrible about this. The betrayal was too fresh, the lies too deep. No, something else was wrong. With me. Something just didn't feel right. I slowly opened my eyes, to see Jane standing over me and odd smirk on her face. Fear gripped me for a moment, but then I got myself under control. I was used to being a slave to her evil moods and she certainly was in one now. But now I had the power. I could make her do or feel anything I wanted. I paused just a moment, then sent to her ~You will not hurt me in any way. You are feeling very horny and want desperately to play with yourself.~ Ha! That would give me a few minutes to think. Jane was still standing there and just smiled. "Sorry, Will, but that won't work on me anymore. I made a few wishes while you were asleep. "By the way, it was really pretty stupid of you to agree to grant wishes indiscriminately like that. Anyone could come along and make any foolish wish that occurred to them. The first two were pretty good, not that I appreciate being turned cock-hungry and stacked like a fucking stripper, but good wishes nonetheless. But that third one... God! What were you thinking?" "Um..." I muttered. This wasn't good at all. "I thought maybe I could help people." I was clearly in big trouble now and just hoped maybe I could reason with her. "Well it was very naive of you, dumbass." She scowled. "Do you really think people put a lot of thought into their idle wishes? Of course not. Everyone wishes for their basest instincts and desires to be fulfilled, but don't think of the consequences." Wow. Jane was really eloquent. Not that she was stupid or anything, but I hadn't known she had this kind of deep insight. "I didn't." What the fuck? I wondered if I had accidentally spoken aloud. She smiled, almost sweetly. "No, you didn't. I told you I made a few wishes while you were asleep. I guess you could say they gave me more insight. They also allowed me to read your mind and do several other things I think I'll leave to your imagination for the moment. The funny thing is, I don't even remember what they were. I have the knowledge, but it seems that the wishes themselves remain invisible to the wishers. Logically, I know I must have made wishes for certain things, but it feels like I've always been this way. However, I doubt someone as naive as yourself cares about the minutiae of your 'superpowers'. Maybe I'll explain later, but in the meantime, get up, it's time to go out." "Where?" I asked, fear setting in. "We're going to a bar. I have my very own Genie to play with and I'd like to have some fun. Plus I have these nice new tits and improved fashion sense and might as well get some use out of them." Once again, this wasn't good. I knew Jane was capable of just about anything while drunk and we were going to go to a bar, of all places. With her new knowledge of my abilities and her obvious desire to use them as she saw fit, nothing good could possibly come of this. She looked pensive for a moment before speaking. "There's one problem, though, Will. You're a drag at bars." She smiled as though she had just made a great joke, though for the life of me I didn't know what it was. This was true. I'm not much of a drinker and whenever forced to spend time in a bar I'd mostly sit at a table wishing I could go home. There were few places I would less like to be. "You forgot a couple of things, sweetie." There was that smile on Jane's face again. "One, you'll be unwittingly granting wishes to drunk guys. There are probably not going to be a lot of wishes for world peace, you know. Two, drunk guys mostly are looking for someone to fuck. And three..." I didn't like where this was going. No good can come from a dramatic pause. "Yes?" "Three is that I'm about to make a wish and here it is. There is a woman. Her name is Jeannie. She has long blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips that look like they were made to suck cock and a 38DD, 24, 36 figure. She dresses much like I now do. High heeled fetish boots, short leather skirts and tight tops that show off her tits. She has a voice that oozes sex and moves with a sensual grace. She also has a tattoo just above her left breast that reads 'Make a Wish'. Oh and she does not have the ability to alter her own body. I wish you were the woman I have just described." Oh fuck. A tingling sensation moved through my body and I could feel it changing. It seemed to start from my feet. I could feel them both arch and shrink. I had dainty little feet that were now fit for nothing but the highest of high heels. The change moved up my legs, which were now devoid of hair and extremely sleek and beautiful. I could feel my hips widen and my ass expand. What an ass it must be! Round and firm. My cock slowly started to shrivel, which was an uncomfortable feeling, to say the least. As it shrank and shriveled, my balls disappeared into my body, pushing deeper and deeper inside. I had a cunt and my dick had shrunk and changed into a clitoris. It was a gorgeous cunt, with wisps of blonde hair in a tightly-cropped patch around it. Worse yet, it was wet. The change spread further up my body, giving me a tight toned stomach and tiny waist before striking my chest. First my areolae widened, looking ridiculous on my still-flat chest. They wouldn't look that way for long. Next, my nipples hardened and grew, hard little nubbins. Then the big change happened. It was as though my chest was filling with water and felt like it would never stop. My new tits just kept growing and growing, out to their full DD size. They really were fantastic, round and firm and beautiful. Exactly the kind of breasts I'd love to see on anyone but myself. The tingling seemed to hit my whole head at one. My lips puffed up to ridiculous proportions and my platinum blonde hair flowed down my back. My eyes turned a deep shade of blue and felt like they were actually getting bigger. My nose shrank and turned up ever so slightly. I was truly beautiful, with a body to die for and a face to match. Clothes then started to appear around me, just as Jane had described. Six-inch thigh high boots appeared around my legs and a tight leather skirt that almost displayed my new pussy to the world. A deeply cut halter top appeared on my chest. Finally, a deep burning seared my new breast and the words "Make a Wish" appeared in an ornate script. This transformation was both horrifying and draining. I could barely move and tried to plead with Jane to reverse everything. "Please..." I barely moaned out before quickly shutting my mouth. My voice was sexual and breathy. Anyone who had heard me would think I was begging to be fucked. I just lay there, exhausted. Jane looked pleased. "Well, looks like I must have done a pretty good job. But is it enough? I almost wish I was bi just so I could appreciate it." Her face blanched for a moment, realizing her slip of the tongue, before going blank. A moment later, she was staring at me with more lust than she'd ever displayed towards my male form. "Oooh, you really are hot, baby. Just not quite hot enough. You're still too tall, for one thing." I was about 6 feet tall, not counting the heels I'd no doubt be wearing. "I like my chicks on the short side. I wish you were only about 5'1"." It felt like I was at the bottom of the pool, under a great deal of pressure. A moment later, I was a good foot shorter than my male self. Things were getting out of hand. Jane was too careless with her words and too willing to change me. "That's better, Jeannie. Only one problem remains. You're just too flat. I love big tits on my women. I wish you were at least a G-cup." My tits felt like they were exploding. The changes weren't slow like the first time around, but immediate and drastic. I had a rack that would shame all but the biggest strippers. "Perfect. Oh, one last thing, I wish you had to do anything I say." With that, she chuckled. I don't know why I hadn't tried to escape by that point. I guess I was too shocked by what was happening. But to suddenly realize that I could have made a run from it before and that that opportunity was now closed to me was devastating. Jane walked across the room, standing by the door. "Come over here and introduce yourself." I stood up, oddly not having any trouble adjusting to my new form or balancing on those absurdly high heels. As I walked over to her my hips swayed more dramatically and seductively than Marilyn Monroe could have ever hoped for. "Hi," I said in my sexy new alto. "I'm Jeannie, would you like to make a wish?" Where had that come from? My name was Will and somewhere deep inside I knew it, but I could only come up with the name Jeannie. And if I offered wishes to everyone I met it was going to be a very difficult night. Jane smirked. "Hi Jeannie, nice to meet you. Now follow me, we're going to go get plastered." --- (To be continued?)