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I was sitting in the library at my high school when Kevin walked up to me. This was a little surprising; Kevin was incredibly shy, hardly saying a word to anyone, and he avoided all human contact was a passion that rivaled most peoples' search for love. So when he came up to me, I put down the book I was reading and said, "Hey, Kev. What can I do for you?" He stood there for a second, holding a piece of paper up in front of his face so he could read whatever was written there. I sighed internally and waited for whatever it was; I sometimes thought that Kevin was socially retarded. When I thought about him at all. Then he opened his mouth and said...something. It was a string of syllables I'd never heard before, something that rang deep down in my soul. I felt like he had unlocked a box deep in my mind, a box full of...everything. Sudden raw power flooded through me like I'd been hooked up to the electricity output from the Hoover Dam, but it didn't hurt. I said, "Kevin, what..." He said, "Come follow me, Jim." I got up and walked with him, barely noticing a direction. It was lunchtime at school, and the halls had a minor trickle of people. I could see into them, somehow, see their minds and hopes and futures. Kevin led me through this wonderland and into the noontime sun outside one of the side doors. The sun was overpoweringly bright, filling the world with light and life. Kevin turned to me and said, "I wish I was really, really rich." Suddenly all that swirling power inside me had somewhere to go. It spun out of me like water down a drain, but it was only gone for about a second. I could feel it touching a thousand places at once, both as near as Kevin's own mind and as far as banks all over the world. Then it was back like it had never left. Kevin waited expectantly. I said, "What's going on?" "Am I rich yet?" "What? I don't know. Something happened, what happened?" He sighed. This was a Kevin I had never seen before, self-assured and irritated with the dullness of others. "Look, when I spoke your true name, I unlocked all your inherent power. You can feel that, right?" He didn't even wait for me to nod before continuing. "You've read about genies, yes? Or at least seen Aladdin? Well, back when genies still walked the earth, they weren't the three-wishes-and-back-in-the-bottle types that you see in Hollywood. They were normal people who'd had their power unlocked by someone speaking their true names. Now I've unlocked your power, and you get to serve me. Now am I rich or not?" "I...I guess so. The power did stuff in banks and in your head. I guess it gave you the access codes." He thought for a minute, and then a wide smile broke across his face. "Nicely done, genie. Now for my second wish. I wish I could just touch a book and learn everything in it, down to the smallest word, and retain and understand that knowledge perfectly." The power swirled out again and then back, where it hummed contentedly. I said, "I think it's done." "Huh. I don't feel any different. But, that's why I brought along something I'd never read before." He reached into his ratty old backpack and pulled out what appeared to be a cookbook. He smiled widely and opened it up to a random page, and then his smile got even wider. "Awesome. Good job." "Um, thanks? Why me, Kev?" "Why you what?" "Why did you do this to me?" "Oh. Well, I read through everyone's birthdays on the school computer, and yours was the easiest to apply the formula to. Nothing personal. Now for my third wish, I wish that whatever changes you make, only you and I and the people you change remember anything was ever different." The power whipped out of me and was gone for five seconds this time before returning. I could actually feel the power touching the minds of everyone who had ever met Kevin, or who had ever heard of his new money. Then it came back. I said, "I guess that's it. So we're done now, right?" He frowned. "What do you mean?" "Three wishes. That's all you get, right?" He laughed. "Didn't I tell you that the whole 'three wishes' thing was Hollywood? We're not even close to done." He had a glint in his eye that only made my sinking feeling worse. The swirling, incredible power inside me didn't help at all. He said, "I wish I was six and a half feet tall, blond with blue eyes, and built like a Greek god." He seemed to explode upward, bursting out of his clothing as his muscles swelled and swelled. Soon enough, the epitome of Aryan man stood in front of me, grinning with dazzling white teeth. He said, "This...this is more like it, genie. Now I wish that all my clothes fit my new body." Instantly, his clothing reformed around him. Kevin said, "Yeah. Yeah, this is a good start. Now, I have a problem." "What problem could you POSSIBLY have right now?" "You. You're my problem, Jim. Too many people know that you exist for you to just follow me around and be my genie. So, I wish that I was the only one who remembered you and that you never had any official existence." I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as the power went and did its work. "You just killed me, you bastard! What did I ever do to you?" "This isn't personal, Jim. Besides, I'm not done yet. I wish you were six feet tall, and that your clothes changed to reflect the changes in your body." I felt myself grow and stretch another four inches until I was looking straight into his chin. He said, "Don't worry. I've thought this last part out pretty well for the last few weeks." "What part?" "You're not exactly the genie I had in mind, Jim. I had to make do with what I had, but I still wish you were a girl." I felt my body shift and rearrange itself in fundamental ways as the tears continued to roll. When the power resumed its normal place, I looked down at myself. I was still six feet tall, but that was the only thing that was the same. I had breasts now, on the smallish side but still quite noticeable. They were caught up in a bra, I could tell, which was a totally new sensation. I felt my crotch, and sure enough, the transformation was thorough. My hips were wider, filling out my now-tight blue jeans in what I'm sure was a pleasing way. Kevin watched me feel myself up for a while, grinning. Finally, he said, "Not bad, Jim. Or Jeannie, rather. But I think there's room for improvement, don't you?" I didn't get a chance to say anything before he held up a picture and said, "I wish your face looked like hers, but with fuller lips." I felt my face warp and shift until I guess I looked like the sensual beauty shown in the photograph. I now had slightly slanted deep blue eyes, I saw, with high cheekbones and full red lips. Fuller than hers, I guess. They felt strange to me, but then my whole body was suddenly strange to me. "Good, good. I wish your hair was raven black and reached down to your ass. Awesome. Now I wish your skin was the same color as hers, and that you didn't have any hair on your body except on your eyebrows and scalp." The changes came quickly. Soon I could reach back and feel my thick fall of hair, and my skin became slightly darker and dramatically smoother. My hairless legs felt strange inside my jeans. He said, "I wish you had a twenty-inch waist, and a forty-inch hipline, with an incredible ass." My pelvis twisted even more, and soon my waist was small enough for him to wrap his hands around. I felt like a freak. I could turn my head and see my (admittedly, incredible) ass, which now arced far out to the rear of me. "I wish your legs were long and smooth." I don't think anything changed at that point. I guess my legs were already pretty good ones. "I wish your breasts were bigger, about the size and shape of cantaloupes, very firm and with tiny little nipples." Ok, so NOW I felt like a freak. I felt the power surge again, and I watched in a combination of anger and disbelief as my round new breasts swelled. My shirt creaked, but both it and the bra grew to match my new measurements. Kevin stepped back and looked me up and down. I felt awful, like I'd been stretched out on the rack. My balance was thrown off by all the new and different kinds of flesh hanging off of me, and the extra four inches of height didn't help. Kevin noticed that I was having trouble even standing there, and he said, "I wish you were comfortable in your new body." Instantly, it didn't feel strange anymore. It just felt like me. Now, I was still a man trapped in the body of a wet dream, but I didn't feel like I was going to fall over. Kevin said, "I wish that your every move was the epitome of grace, and just screamed sex." Then I felt even more balanced. I felt like I could walk a tightrope while blindfolded, even though my body was not one that you'd expect to see on a gymnast. I also noticed that I had suddenly perfected the art of unconscious sexiness. My hair was artfully cascading down my breasts, and I was posed for him to see my profile. I turned away from that position only to find myself arching my back and putting my delicate hands on my hips. I finally gave it up. Kevin continued. How many wishes did he have? "I wish we both were as flexible as it is possible for humans to be, and strong enough to lift a couple of tons." I suddenly felt both light and strong, the heavy weight of my enormous breasts no longer causing my back to feel tight. Kevin went on. "I wish we had perfect human stamina, and only needed to sleep for an hour each night." The power surged, and I didn't feel any (more) different, but I knew something had happened. I said, "Are you about done?" He grinned. "Getting there, Jeannie. Now, I wish that whenever you hear the word, 'rapture,' you have an orgasm. And not just any orgasm: a five-minute orgasm that gets better and better every second." I was getting even more scared, though my weirdness threshold had long ago been exceeded. I was sort of hoping that this was all a dream. Kevin said, "I wish your body was extremely sexually sensitive, and especially to my touch. I wish that our orgasms were always long and powerful." The power surged again, and he reached out and touched my right breast. His touch sent shockwaves through me, but I gasped and backed away, crossing my delicate arms over my huge tits. He grinned at my reaction and said, "Rapture." Suddenly, pleasure flooded me. I moaned as the ecstasy roared through me, growing stronger and strong with each passing second. Soon I was on the ground, crying out and thrashing around. The pleasure just grew and grew, and an eternity later I fell unconscious. When I woke up, I was still lying on the ground outside the school. I was still wearing the body of an exaggerated wet dream. My body was glowing from the aftereffects of the monstrous orgasm, and Kevin was hovering over me with a look of concern on his face. He said, "Are you ok?" I started to laugh and cry at the same time. I pushed him away and got up quickly, with no hint of the awkwardness I would have expected from this strange form. I backed away from him and said, "Don't EVER do that again!" He said, "Why not? I could tell you liked it, even though you blacked out after about thirty seconds." Thirty seconds? It had felt like years! He said, "I wish you had a high enough pleasure threshold that you never blacked out from orgasms." The power surged, and I felt the tears running down my flawless cheeks again. Kevin continued, "I wish we both could have all the multiple orgasms we wanted. I wish that when you heard the word, 'longing,' you would have an uncontrollable desire to have sex until you heard the word, 'typical.'" The power worked on my head and body for a second and then I felt it go back to that place where it stayed when it wasn't being used. I screwed up my face, waiting for him to say the word, but it never came. He said, "Jeannie, I wish that I had a fully furnished, palatial mansion just outside of town." The power took about five seconds to work that miracle. He continued, "I wish for you to teleport us to that mansion." And there we were, just like that. It was truly a gorgeous building, decorated with taste. We walked through it for a long time, and along the way I was mostly left to myself, so I took stock. My wide hips rolled like waves with each step, swaying in what I knew to be an irresistible way. My gigantic breasts bounced with each step as well, so it felt like they were fighting to get out of my bra. Kevin could hardly keep his eyes off me. We finally ended up in the master bedroom, where a bed big enough to hold a dance on waited. He turned to me. "I want this first time to be special, Jeannie." "First time?" "Longing." For the first few seconds, it felt like nothing had happened. Then I started to notice how the sunlight fell on his shirt, making hills and shadowed valleys where it was stretched over his muscles. I grew warm at the sight of his strong mouth, and suddenly the clear image of kissing him rose into my mind. His arms, his ass, all these things were suddenly attractive to me. Soon they were more than attractive. They were...sexy. They made me heat up even more, and then my nipples started to harden. Visions of wrapping my long legs around him flooded into my head. I moaned softly at the idea, and he grinned. The grin nearly did me in. He reached out with one trembling hand and cupped my enormous left breast, and I gasped at the incredible sensation. This time I didn't pull away; I wanted more. I took his other hand and put it on my right breast, and when he squeezed gently I almost came. Then his eyes rolled up into his head, and he made a sound like, "Guh!" as the front of his pants suddenly darkened. I was disappointed, but I had forgotten about the stamina wish. His pants bulged again in mere seconds, and he started to take his shirt off. I wanted to watch, but I wanted more to be naked so that I could screw him until he couldn't walk. I literally tore my shirt off and then unsnapped my bra, letting my spectacular breasts spill out for his approval. His eyes widened as I shucked off my shorts and panties and kicked off my shoes. I was standing there in all my naked glory, and he hadn't even taken his shirt off. I fumbled at his belt as he took off his shirt, and by the time he was done with that I had him naked from the waist down. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, and I spread my legs wide as he drove into me. At his very first thrust, I was pushed over into an orgasm like I'd never had before. It was just as intense as the one that had knocked me out earlier, but this time I just rode it and enjoyed it to the fullest, shrieking and clawing at him as he thrust in and out of me. Now mentally, I was still a man. But the combination of his wishes really made it impossible to act like one. The power made his touch extremely pleasurable to me, and gave me the stamina to go all night, AND made me see him as unbelievably sexy. There was nothing I could do but relax and enjoy it. There was a lot to enjoy. Thanks to our increased stamina, we were able to go most of the night. I lost count of my climaxes, because there was always another one coming along (so to speak). Finally, after literally hours of sex in all the positions we could think of, we ground to a halt. We had superhuman stamina, to be sure, but even that can only take you so far. Kevin gasped, "Typical," just before he fell asleep. I lay there panting, feeling the unnatural lust drain out of me. I was shocked and horrified by some of the things I'd willingly done over the past twelve hours, but I hardly had the energy to move. I crawled out of the bed and down the hall before collapsing on a couch, thinking that I'd just get a few minutes of rest before fleeing for good. I woke up early the next morning with Kevin towering over me. He was wearing a pair of blue shorts and nothing else, apparently to show off his amazingly sculpted body. I felt nothing of the previous night's attraction, just a pervasive disgust at this boy who had ruined my entire world. He said, "All right, Jeannie. Time to get up. We have work to do! First, I wish that you were the best cook in the world. Then, I wish that our kitchen was always fully stocked with everything that we could ever need to make whatever dish we can imagine. Then, I wish you would make breakfast for us every morning." The power surged a bit, and I got up to head into the kitchen. I was still naked from the night before, so I stopped to grab an apron before going on to cook the best-tasting meal I'd ever had in my life. Kevin was duly impressed, both by my cooking and by the delectable vision of me wearing nothing but an apron. I have to admit that the sight of my enormous breasts bulging out the sides, along with the cords tied tight around my tiny waist, was turning me on as well. Mentally, after all, I was still male. It didn't help that my unsupported bosom thrashed all over the place, rubbing my incredibly sensitive nipples on the smooth cloth with every movement. I was mentally male, but every time if felt like I was going to get an erection, my crotch heated up and my nipples stood at attention. It was annoying, but apparently it was something I had to live with. Some experimentation during cooking had proved that I was unable to grant my own wishes, even little ones. "Jeannie, let's get going. We have a full day ahead of us." We went back upstairs to the main living area. Kevin, of course, had the master bedroom. There were several other major bedrooms besides, each about the size of my old apartment. I had the one closest to the master bedroom. He said, "I wish all these rooms had clothing appropriate to the inhabitants. I wish that any woman who stays here will have sexy clothing available to her that will show off her body to best advantage." The power surged again. He said, "Get dressed. We have some stuff to do." I was glad to hear that whatever we were doing that day, it involved clothing. I went into my room and opened the closet. What had been empty the day before was now full nearly to overflowing. Magic was obviously involved, because when I pulled something out, something else took its place. Kevin's wish about sexy clothing had obviously been answered. The most modest things I found were tight t-shirts and jeans. Finally I managed to find clothing that didn't make me blush to wear, and I went outside to meet Kevin standing and waiting impatiently. He took me in, stuffed into a blue shirt and jeans that looked painted on, and nodded his approval. I felt ridiculous; anyone looking at me could see the top loops of my thong on either hip, and you could just about read my bra size through my thin blue shirt. I knew that I was a wet dream of the highest order. I just didn't want to think about it. Kevin said, "I wish that we were invisible. I wish that we were at the school." And instantly, we were. We could see each other, but apparently no one else could see us. School was just getting started. Kevin said, "All right. We have some fun things to do today. First, I wish that we were standing in the same classroom as Mitch Keller." So we were. The teacher was droning on about algebra, and the students looked bored out of their minds, but I would have done anything to be one of them. Mitch was sitting in the back as usual, cutting up with his buddies and generally making life hell for those around them. Mitch was sort of the head bully at the school. I know that he'd made Kevin's life a lot harder at times. "I wish time was frozen for everyone but you, me, and Mitch. I wish that Mitch could see us normally." Time didn't freeze as much as we sped up. Soon we were moving and seeing things so quickly that everyone else looked like statues. Relativity even applies to magic, I guess. Mitch looked confused until he looked up and saw us. Then his normal belligerence returned. "Who are you? What the fuck is going on?" Kevin said, "I wish that he knew who we were." Disbelief and surprise warred on Mitch's face, both losing to anger as usual. He said, "Kevin? You ain't Kevin. And baby, I KNOW you ain't Jim." He was looking me up and down when Kevin said, "I wish that no one but us remembered who Mitch was, and that there was no official record of his existence anywhere." The power surged for a moment in a way that was becoming all too familiar. "I wish the three of us were in the main living room back at the mansion." We teleported back to the mansion, where Mitch jumped up in shock and anger. He strode over to Kevin, intent on intimidation, but stopped when he realized that he only reached Kevin's throat. He said, "What the hell do you think you're doing, little man?" Kevin smiled calmly and said, "I wish Mitch would stand quietly until I was ready for him to move." Immediately, Mitch stood still. His face was still contorted in rage, but he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Time resumed its normal flow around us. Kevin leaned down into Mitch's face and said, "Not to worry. You'll have some company soon." With another wish, we were teleported back to school. This time, Kevin had us go to the shop building. We ended up looking at two big, beefy guys who were well known around school. They were the McCoy brothers, identical twins Joe and Luke. They were mostly known for causing trouble and for being two of the biggest racist dicks in the world. It was rumored that they had joined the Ku Klux Klan in early childhood, and they had been members ever since. They didn't limit themselves to racism, however, and I knew that they had tormented younger students for years. Undoubtedly, Kevin had been one of those. Kevin had me unfreeze them and show them who we really were, and then he had me erase them from official existence. Again I was the distraction while Kevin wished us back to the main room beside Mitch. He had me quietly line the McCoys up beside Mitch and then we made one more trip to school. This time we ended up in the vice principal's office. Now, in our school, Mr. Duncan was in charge of troublemakers and rule breakers, thus his job title (or so some claimed). I knew that Duncan was really a lazy slob who didn't think that any of the students knew a damn thing about anything. Anyone younger than him or from another race was immediately deemed, if not worthless, then certainly unreliable. Therefore, most of the victims of bullies were scared of the guy (since he didn't believe a word they said). Kevin took great joy in unfreezing Duncan and erasing him from everyone's mind and records while the man watched without understanding a thing. Kevin had me teleport us all to where the others were waiting. He had me stand Duncan in line with the others, all of them quiet and unmoving as he walked back and forth in front of them. By now they were starting to get a glimmer of their situation and their fear burned brightly. Kevin started in. "You all know me. You know who I am. And you probably don't remember a damn thing about what you did to me all these years. Well, that's going to change. I have the power now, and I'm going to make sure that you never forget who I am and what you did to me. You think that just because you're bigger or stronger or old that you can push people around? Well, let's just see about that one." He turned to me. "I wish that their clothing fit them, no matter what changes take place in their bodies. I wish that the walls in this room were floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I wish that the changes you're about to make in them weren't instant, but rather that they take a few seconds." He waited for the brief glow around his victims and the alteration in the walls, and then said, "I wish that they were all female." When you get right down to it, such a fundamental change should take long or be more impressive. There should be trumpets, or the earth should shake, or something. Instead, the changes took something like five seconds and were unannounced beyond the fear in their eyes. Mitch got dramatically shorter and gained weight. Soon he was a small, plump girl with no breasts to speak of and some really great hips. She was homely, and her long brown hair hung limp behind her. The McCoy brothers didn't change in height. They were, of course, identical in their changes. They became much slimmer and their blonde hair grew out to their shoulders. Their faces were pretty in a cold way and their bodies were pretty good, willowy and slender. They looked like the kind of girls who would rule the school with iron fists. Duncan, a man in his fifties, became an overweight, tired-looking woman with thinning grey hair. She was nothing special, though she had that look in her eyes that Duncan had always carried, that look of being more important that whomever he gazed upon. That look as drowned out by the fear right now, but it lurked under the surface. Kevin smiled. "Nicely done, Jeannie. So, big men, can you imagine what's going to happen next? No, I don't guess that you can. Let me show you. Jeannie, I wish that all of these women in front of me had the same sexy grace in movement, stamina, flexibility, pleasure threshold, orgasms, and sensitivity to my touch that you have. Now I wish that they would obey my every command. I wish that the word desire affected them the same way that the word longing affects you. I wish that the word typical affected them the same way it affects you. Finally, I wish that the word ecstasy affected them the same way that the word rapture affects you." I know the power surged, but I was too wrapped up in my sudden growing orgasm to notice much. After they all watched me writhe and scream for two minutes (and then just convulse and TRY to scream for another three), their fear was so strong that it was almost visible. Finally I was able to get to my feet, my enormous breasts heaving as I gasped. None of the women looked any different, but I knew that they had changed inside. After I had recovered, Kevin put his fists on his hips and said, "Mitch, step forward and turn to face the others." The girl who had been Mitch stepped forward. Kevin went on, "Jeannie, I wish that from now on her name would be Michelle. Now, what is your name, dear?" "It's Michelle, you bastard! I mean, Mich...Michelle. Michelle!" "Good. Now, Jeannie, I wish that Michelle had a gorgeous face, just like the one I'm imagining right now. Yeah, perfect." She had a truly beautiful face, with pouting lips and smoldering eyes. Soon, those eyes were green and her long hair was deep red and lustrous. Upon Kevin's orders, her skin went very smooth and clear, with just a smattering of freckles across her tiny nose. Her voice became as clear and as smooth as her skin. Her face was bright red with mingled rage, fear, and embarrassment. Kevin said, "Now the fun stuff! I wish that you had a thirty-six-inch hipline, with an incredible ass, and a twenty-inch waistline." We all watched silently as her hips expanded and her waist shrank. Soon enough, she had an ass almost as good as mine. Kevin continued, "I wish that your breasts were soft and huge, say a double-E cup." Her non-existent breasts soon began to exist. Her beautiful face was filled with astonishment as her breasts became first normal, then large, then huge. She was now the same sort of wet dream that I was. Kevin had her stand next to me. He said, "Now for the McCoys. I know that you two racist dicks have made life hell for more than just me. So, just in the interest of you knowing what life is like on the other side, I wish you were both black." Instantly, their skin darkened until it resembled dark chocolate. Their hair went ravens-wing black, and their eyes turned a deep brown. They gained higher cheekbones and fuller lips, and soon enough two Nubian beauties stood before us. They looked shocked and disgusted and very, very scared. They were still tall and somewhat lean, but they possessed a catlike sexuality. Kevin grinned. "I wish that Joe's new name was Joelle. I wish that Luke's new name was Lukisha. Now, girls, I wish that you both had forty- four inch hiplines, with those ghetto bootys that we love so well. Also, I wish that you had, oh, twenty-six-inch waistlines." Soon the former brothers were almost parodies of femininity. Though their asses were so large (and so nicely shaped) that it looked like they'd have trouble walking, thanks to the wish for gracefulness they had no trouble whatsoever. Kevin said, "Nice. Nice. Now I wish that you both had firm D-cup breasts. No reason to get greedy." A few more alterations and they were standing next to Michelle, finished. They were all staring in the mirrors and at each other, shocked beyond the ability to speak or even process what was happening. Kevin grinned at Duncan. "Albert Duncan. Jeannie, I wish that his name was Alice. What's your name, lady?" Duncan struggled hard to say her old name, but finally she whispered, "Alice." "Well, Alice, let me tell you. You've always made life hell for people at school, just because you never thought that anyone under the age of thirty knew anything about life. I guess you don't remember what it was like to be young. I'm going to help you remember. Jeannie, I wish that Alice was a virginal fourteen." Before our eyes, Alice youthened. The gray went out of her hair, and the sags and wrinkles gradually left her face. Soon she was thirty again, though still not a pretty woman. After a few seconds, she was twenty. Then she was eighteen, then sixteen, and then a tiny wisp of a girl at fourteen. She was maybe five feet tall, and slender. She looked as comically shocked as the McCoys. Kevin said, "Now. Some girls are already starting to grow boobs at your age, Alice. I can see that hasn't happened to you yet, but that's ok. I'm here to help. First, Jeannie, I wish that her grace in movement was gone, that she had the gawkiness of the average fourteen-year-old." The brief glow came and went, and Kevin said, "Now, I wish that she had forty-inch hips, along with a fantastic ass, a twenty-inch waist, and that she was as beautiful as her bone structure can allow." Soon enough the little girl in front of us had taken on some of the aspects of womanhood. And she turned incredibly beautiful, with just a few alterations. Kevin smiled. He said, "Now, I wish she had extremely soft breasts bigger than her head, with huge sensitive nipples." We watched as a bra formed under her t-shirt. Then the bra started to fill, slowly stretching out and out. She flew through A cup and then B, passing the point of normality for her age. Soon she was a very overdeveloped teen, and then she was freakish. Finally the breasts stopped swelling, and we could see tears rolling down her cheeks. "Lovely," said Kevin. "Now, girls, to your rooms. Jeannie, I wish that none of the girls could leave the mansion's grounds without my say-so." He led the way down the hall, and I brought up the rear. It was interesting to see how everyone moved. Since they hadn't been made comfortable in their bodies the same way that I was, they all seemed very distracted by everything. Michelle kept patting her breasts and her hair, apparently trying to see if this was all a dream. She and the McCoys walked with the same incredibly sexy rolling motion that I used, and I quickly found myself heating up as I watched their amazing asses sway back and forth. The McCoy sisters didn't look at each other or at themselves, just kept swaying on resolutely. Alice had the worst time of it. Since she had no gracefulness in her movements, she had the twin problems of suddenly being female and trying to figure out how all the new flesh on her body worked. She finally settled into a half-crouched walk, torn between wanting to walk normally and embarrassment over her exaggerated form. Kevin led his new harem to the first room, Michelle's room. He said, "Michelle, my belle, this is your new place. You'll all find that the closets are full of clothing suited just for you. Now, I recommend that all of you find a comfortable place to sit or lie down, since you're about to find out what sort of pleasure your lives will be filled with." Alice sat down on the edge of the bed, her soft breasts thrashing around with the bouncing motion in spite of her bra. Michelle made a motion to join her, but decided to stay standing when she saw that the McCoy sisters weren't about to sit down. Lukisha said, "You little shit. What gives you the right? We're gonna kill you someday when you ain't looking." "Oh, I doubt that, my dear. You see, I can fill you with pure ecstasy." Instantly, the four women in front of me started to jerk. Soon Alice moaned, and then they were all shuddering and groaning. Alice was on the bed, somewhat safe, but the others dropped to their knees and then flat on the carpet. They all writhed in pure pleasure, expressing their transport in different ways. Alice thrashed on the bed, to the point where I was afraid that she was having a seizure. She screwed up huge handfuls of the bedspread and gave little squeals with each movement as her beautiful face whipped back and forth in a cloud of hair. The McCoy brothers squirmed the least. They moved like great jungle cats, pumping their hips against each other and the floor. They gave great deep groans as they came harder and harder with each passing second. Michelle was the really loud one. Her yips gave way to cries, and soon enough she was indulging in full-throated screams of utter bliss. Kevin just stood there with a hard-on and laughed the whole time. Finally they started to come out of it. They stayed where they were, panting and with glazed eyes. All their clothing was in various stages of disarray. Alice had thrashed and torn at her shirt in the throes of her pleasure, and one massive breast was exposed to the world, quivering with each breath. Kevin surveyed them for a moment and then turned to me. "Jeannie, I can see that I'm going to be busy with these girls. I wish that my endurance was super-human, that I never had to rest or even sleep if I didn't want to do so." The glow came and went. The McCoys were starting to recover, standing up by using each other as support. The fear in their eyes had turned to a mix of hatred and puzzlement as the afterglow soothed them. I was still feeling the afterglow from MY five-minute orgasm, so I knew how they felt. Kevin said, "Let's go next to Alice's room so that she can freshen up a bit." We all followed him across the hall, Alice trying desperately to keep her shirt closed. Her giant, unrestrained tits kept bouncing with each step, throwing her balance off even further. She had to stop and lean against a wall at one point when she stumbled, but we all finally made it into her room. It was the as Michelle's, richly furnished and large (with a huge bed). We all stood there until Kevin said, "Ok, Alice. Go ahead and change. We'll wait." Alice hesitantly went to her closet and then stood there holding her shirt closed as she watched us. Kevin stood and smiled, obviously having no intention of turning his attention away from her. Finally she slowly started to take her ruined shirt off. Her bra was mostly a wreck, too, and she struggled with it for a few moments before finally getting the hooks undone. Her colossal tits spilled out when she finally got the bra off, and she stared in utter shock and revulsion. She half-turned away from us and put one tiny arm up to hide herself as she flushed bright red. Kevin said, "It's not so bad, honey. Just wait until you girls are filled with desire." I happened to be standing at an angle where I could see all of them, and I saw all eight of their nipples suddenly come to attention. Michelle and Alice flushed, and Alice stopped trying to hide her chest. Instead, she arched her back and said to Kevin, "Maybe you're right. Maybe they're not so bad after all. What do you think?" I could see the thoughts warring on their faces. Lukisha started to run her hands over her body, and Joelle started to pull her shirt off. Michelle took a step toward him, and it was like a dam had broken. Within five minutes, everyone but me was naked, and Kevin was buried in a pile of wanton female flesh. They seemed to be having a good time, so I left them to it. I went back to my bed, pulled the blankets over my head, and wept softly for a while. The screams and other noises coming from down the hall didn't help. Finally, I fell asleep. I woke up when Kevin came in, naked. The sunlight was still streaming through my windows, but I guessed that I had slept the night away. I didn't hear any noises from any of the other rooms, and the quiet was rather ominous. Kevin said, "Looks like the girls finally got worn out. They had a great time, though, let me tell you." I snarled, "No, Kevin, they didn't have a great time. They had a lot of orgasms, and they were forced to think of you as sexy, but believe me, they didn't have a great time." He grinned at me. "Close enough for me. Four wet dreams that used to be my worst enemies, and now they can't get enough of me? Yeah, that'll do for now." I went downstairs when Kevin ordered me to make breakfast again. When I passed by Alice's room, I could see a lot of bodies sprawled in various positions. Alice was on her bed on her back, with Michelle lying across her pillowy chest. Lukisha was on the floor wrapped in a sheet, and Joelle was half-lying in a chair. All of them were naked, and the smell in the room was enough to make a prostitute blush. I made breakfast while wearing nothing but an apron again, and once again I turned myself on. I didn't even know what in the world I made for, but it sure tasted good. By the time we were finishing, the girls were trickling downstairs. They were in various stages of embarrassment, and none of them would look me in the eye (though like me, they were obviously watching each others' bodies...we were still male in our heads) Kevin had me make breakfast for them as well, and then he said, "Today we're not going to do much of anything. Even God rested occasionally, and we're going to do the same. So, after breakfast, I want all of you to put on your swimsuits and meet me out by the pool." He turned to me and said, "By the way, Jeannie, Alice's room sure was a mess. I wish that when we weren't in our rooms, they cleaned themselves and their contents up. We don't want a dirty house, now, do we?" Given the nature of Kevin's wishes, we were forced to comply to his desires for our clothing. I searched through my wardrobe for a solid ten minutes, but all I could find as far as a swimsuit was a set of tiny bikinis. Eventually I sighed heavily and put on one that matched my blue eyes. My firm breasts stood proudly in their tight tether, and the bottom might as well not have even tried. I swayed down to the main room and waited for the others to appear. Michelle was first, dressed in a form-fitting green one-piece that matched HER eyes. I figured that we were working on a theme until the McCoys showed up. They were in matching white bikinis that were a shocking contrast to their deep brown skin. Finally, Alice appeared in a one-piece that would have been modest on anyone else of her age. Given her freakishly erotic body, however, it managed to look...well, freakishly erotic. Even though the suit was tight on her, her breasts still managed to bound around with every movement. No one else would meet my eyes, cowed as they were by the events of the previous day. We wordlessly walked out and presented ourselves to Kevin, who had put on some clothes. He was wearing a tiny pair of shorts that clearly outlined his enormous package. He grinned at us from behind his sunglasses and said, "Relax, ladies. Have some fun." We hesitantly spread out, the McCoys sticking together as usual. Michelle and Alice descended the stairs into the water, and I sat on one of the lounge chairs that were scattered around the area. The McCoys headed for the diving board, but they seemed reluctant to climb the ladder up to the top. Finally Kevin laughed and said that he'd show them how it was done. He climbed the ladder and stood at the top, flexing to show off his physique. Then he bounced twice, jumped high into the air, and turned over in a beautiful somersault. He started to turn again to go into his dive, and his head caught the edge of the springboard. His dive turned into a boneless slam, and he hit the water facedown. He sank immediately, not trying to save himself in any way. As soon as his head hit the board, I felt a burst of power inside me, like I had the first day when he'd said my true name. We all watched in shock and horror. Michelle was the first to move, making a hesitant motion as if to save him. Then she stopped, and when Alice headed for the deep end of the pool, Michelle stopped her as well. The McCoys never moved a muscle. Neither did I. Five minutes later, Alice and Michelle got out of the pool. We all lined up on the edge of the water and stared at his unmoving form. Fifteen minutes after that, Lukisha said, "Well, that's the end of THAT son of a bitch." I said, "Keep an eye on him for a while. We don't know just how tough he really is." We kept an eye on him in shifts for the rest of the day. At noon I went in and made us some sandwiches for lunch, and we ate in silence. Finally the sun started to go down. He hadn't moved for well over eight hours. I stood up and said, "I guess he's...um...I guess that's it." No one spoke for a few minutes. Then Alice said, "So...what now?" I said, "I'm not sure, but I might be able to do my magic without him now. Let me try." I concentrated on becoming myself again. Nothing happened. Then I concentrated on the remains of the dishes on the table being cleaned and put away. They vanished with a pop. Joelle said, "Damn. Now you can turn us back!" I concentrated hard, until I thought that I was going to pass out. Finally I said, "I can't. I don't know why, but I can't turn us back. I wish I knew why." And just like that, I did. "I can't turn us back because it would go against his wishes. I can't do anything that would go against one of his wishes. I think, um, I think we're stuck like this." Alice started to cry. I didn't blame her. I wanted to cry too. I said, "It's like there's this wall. I can't become a man, I can't even change my hair color. I can't make Alice any older than fourteen, I can't make you guys white...nothing!" "Well, shit," said Lukisha. "What now?" We had some things to deal with, first. Specifically, we had a large body that was polluting the pool. With just a thought, I pulled him out and floated him to the side. Then I made him vanish. He just ceased to exist. Easy enough. I said, "All right, everyone get some sleep. I have to think back and try to figure out what I can do about this. I have to remember exactly what his wishes were." We reluctantly broke up, Michelle leading the still-sobbing Alice up to her room. I thought and concentrated long and hard that night. It turned out that Kevin was not just rich, he was *flourish of trumpets* RICH *flourish of trumpets*. It took just a moment to gain access to his accounts as a joint holder, and after that I was pretty much set for life. I set up identities for all of the girls, based on their current names. Each of them got fifty million dollars in various accounts all over the world. And believe me, that two hundred million was just a drop in the bucket. I made sure that all of us would age slowly (on the order of one year for every fifteen or so) and be in perfect health all our lives. Alice was the only one who didn't get that part; she'd age normally until she was about twenty, and then the slow aging would catch up with her. She'd also develop the same graceful movements and body-comfort that the rest of us had. I altered our bodies some more so that we'd never be uncomfortable from the weight of our breasts. Something like that weighs on your back more than you'd think. I also changed our viewpoints. Remember when I said that I felt like a man in the body of a wet dream, no matter how comfortable I felt? I was able to change that. With just a thought, I suddenly found myself totally unaffected by my spectacular breasts, my fantastic hips, my gorgeous legs, my ravens-wing fall of hair, or my world-class ass. Instead, when I went into myself and took a look at what I was lusting after...I found a picture of a man. I thought about a long hard cock, and I felt that same little twinge inside that I'd felt before when staring at Michelle's bosom. I did the same to all the others. A word about that: the McCoys were despicable racists, Michelle had been a terrible bully, and Alice was once a complete asshole. It may seem like I was rewarding that behavior, but I wasn't. We had all been through the same hellish experience (even though it had felt wonderful physically) and there was no way to go back to our former lives even on a limited basis. In some strange way, that made us sisters. You always take care of sisters, even if you don't particularly like them. When we all met the next morning, I explained what had happened and what I had done about it. There wasn't much to explain, since none of them felt like they'd woken up in the wrong bodies anymore. Joelle and Lukisha left that afternoon, taking all their ID and packing a huge set of suitcases that I'd provided. Alice and Michelle elected to stay, though Michelle left after a few weeks. She went off to see the world. It's been ten years now. Alice never really left, staying with me in the giant mansion on the edge of town. She actually is physically a little older than me, though we look to be the same age. She is a famous "big boob" star online, and has even been in a few pornos of her own. Of course she doesn't need the money; she just likes to have men look at her body. And her body is still just as magnificent as it was when first made, though aged to a more mature beauty. As with the rest of us, her every movement is poised and graceful now. Michelle is still a world-traveler. She met a man in Greece and they have been married for five years. They have two cute kids, one of which shows every sign of growing up to be the same knockout that her mother is. For their first anniversary, after I determined that they really were in love, I let her husband in on the "family" secret. He didn't care about Michelle's past. He just loved her the way she was. I increased his lifespan, health, stamina, and sexual sensitivity until they were as high as Michelle's, and blessed their children with the same things. Joelle and Lukisha vanished for a few years, suddenly reappearing on the runways at various Parisian fashion shows. They also did appearances in Playboy and are in negotiation with Alice to make special guest-shots on some of her porno movies. And me? I still have the power. It's just as strong. I tend to travel around the world, though I don't have to use airplanes or boats. I find myself playing the role of "sex-goddess" more and more often (which is where I descend naked out of the clouds in a blaze of glory and screw some guys senseless for a few days), since I really HAVE become comfortable in this body. I try to improve lives (subtly if I can help it). Sometimes, I just reveal myself to someone worthy and say, "What are your wishes, master?" It's a living. Now, I have a long afternoon and not much to do. I found out that the very best, most pleasurable way to get a suntan is the way that I'm doing it right now. I'm lying naked on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, not caring that one of Alice's playmates is staring openly at me (he and I have an appointment later anyway). My huge breasts are pooled high on my chest, and my body glistens with oil. I let the sunlight melt into me for a while, and then when I feel quite relaxed and wonderful, I say, "Rapture."