Winning A Genie Harem Chapter 13 Sultry Genies Naughty Competition
- 3 years ago
- 10
- 0
The Genie And I - Chapter 3 free porn video
Again, it came down to one vote. Aaron will get sluttier and sluttier as
he desperately tries to fight back against the genie...
Chapter Three
A long time passed. The skirt packed into my mouth became damp and I
soon stopped noticing the taste, or the smell of her perfume wafting
from the blouse encasing my head. I even considered trying to get some
sleep as I'd tested more or less every way I could think of to get out
of this. There was nothing sharp in the boot to cut the tape off my
hands, and there wasn't enough room for me to loop my arms under my legs
and try to free my head. All I could do was lie here.
It was around now, as I began to consider sleep, that the genie's voice
whispered in my ear again.
"So, right now, you're wearing her hot pink satin lingerie set, her
school stockings, her stiletto shoes, and your head is wrapped in her
school blouse to keep her school skirt in your mouth. You're trapped in
a car boot you can't escape from, and you're bound so you have literally
no way to take any of your secretary's old school uniform off. I put you
in that uniform, so are you ready to admit I might be in control here?
You're keeping that lot on until you do."
I tried to reply.
"MmmmMMMMPH! Mmmmmph!" I cried.
I looked around, desperately, straining to see anything through the
tight cotton of the blouse, but there was nothing else there. I could
just about make out my own, dusky, nylon-clad legs lying on top of each
other, and the slight pink of one of the garters, or maybe that was part
of the thong? I had no idea.
A cold hand started to play with the side strap of my thong.
"MMMMPH!"
"Admit it. You're my little plaything. You're my human Barbie doll and
you're mine to use as I please."
I stayed silent, chewing on the skirt to keep my rage down. I wanted to
scream, and thrash, and pound every square inch of the boot of this
creeps car with my taped-up fists, but I knew it'd be in vain.
The hand gave my thong string a painful twang against my hip, before
moving up my body and being joined by a second round my back. The hands
very slowly began to adjust my bra, tightening the straps so my breasts
were pulled up. I couldn't see what was going on, but I knew one thing.
I was lying on my back.
"You see? I can do literally anything in this world. You're all mine to
dress up and play with as I please. This is Linda's gift to me."
The genie continued.
"I have been asked to show you her world. So here I am. Showing you
Linda's world. This is the past."
The boot flooded with light and I could see more of what was going on
through the blouse. My body was contorted into a very small space
indeed, with my knees up to my breasts, which in turn where being pulled
into some pretty serious cleavage by him messing with the bra.
"This lingerie set saw fun times, crying, bullying, and much more while
it was cleaved to Linda's body. Question is, what's it going to see
cleaved to yours? What if I secured it to yours and dumped you back into
the real world, able to live your life but unable to ever take her
underwear off?"
"MMMmmmMMPH!" I struggled a bit to show I did not want that to happen.
There was a jolt, and the sound of screeching tyres. The car suddenly
lurched to the left and came to a dead halt, flinging me against the
boot lid and filling my ears with the sound of tortured tyres on gravel.
A door was opened.
"MMmMMPH!" I exclaimed, trying to tell the genie no. Please let me go.
The boot lid was opened and I was able to make out the shadowy figure of
a man standing over my wretched, bound body. I was grabbed and lifted
out, before being helped to stand. I looked around wildly, seeing
nothing but some green, some grey and the red of the car, mumbling and
crying out into my packed mouth. Some rough hands grabbed my head and
began peeling the tape off, unwinding it so the blouse became looser and
looser until it dropped off onto the floor.
I spat the skirt out, blinking in the sunlight. Before my vision
cleared, I heard car doors slam and the sound of the car taking off,
spraying my thin, naked body with gravel!
I turned as fast as I could and tried to stumble after them, but I fell
to my knees thanks to the ridiculous heels and could only watch them
disappear down a tiny, single track road.
I was kneeling in a lay-by somewhere extremely rural. There were no
houses anywhere nearby, only fencing with farm animals munching grass. I
stood up, shivering, clutching at my nearly naked body and trying not to
panic. These stupid shoes made the gravel very difficult to stand on
without my legs wobbling or threatening to splay under me.
"I'm sure someone will come past at some point," the genie's voice spoke
from behind me.
I turned again to face him, and saw him sat on the grass, smoking a pipe
and smiling at me.
"He'll definitely want a sexy young girl like you to be his farmers wife
as well. You may get lucky in that underwear," he laughed.
"Look... please just take me back to the school then. I'll play it your
way," I tried reasoning once again, only to be laughed at.
"You've run out of chances, my little bitch. Now you're going to
experience what it's like to really be a bimbo. You've always thought
she was one, so now it's your turn."
There was a flash and a full length mirror appeared in front of me. I
watched, transfixed with morbid horror, as my skin once again darkened
to the disgusting fake tan orange-brown I'd seen it as before in the
toilet. My nails grew long, and pointed, and diamante patterns encrusted
them once more.
"Not this again, please-" I stopped, clutching at my throat.
My male voice was gone! It had been replaced by a ditzy, breathy, high
little female voice barely loud enough to be heard!
Suddenly, I snapped to attention. My entire body was stiff as a board!
Her uniform floated up off the ground and assembled itself into the
shape of a girl. The tie reappeared around the neck of the blouse, which
had regrown its buttons. It was closed to the neck over a heaving pair
of invisible breasts. It began the slow and deliberate process of
sauntering over to me, shirt sleeve on skirt hip, wiggling its invisible
backside as it did so.
"This is very mean!" I lisped, with a petulant stamp of the foot.
'This is very mean'? WTF...?
There was no time to think. In a whirl, the uniform had closed itself
and sealed itself onto my body again, rasping against the satin panels
that constrained my body. A gentle breeze fluttered the pleats of my
skirt and whistled through my taut garters, chilling my thighs and bum
cheeks.
Then my breasts began to grow. The bra I was wearing creaked and moaned
under the blouse as they stretched it out. There was a pop, and the bra
grew a few sizes bigger, now sporting thicker straps and a thicker band
to support my mammoth assets.
"O-M-G! My boobies are so big an' bouncy! Please don't be mean to me," I
squealed.
The genie laughed, seeing the fright in my eyes as I spouted these
stupid phrases.
"No mister! Don't make me so silly! Please!"
The tie loosened off and the top few buttons of my blouse burst open,
the sides peeling open to reveal the same deep, heaving cleavage I'd
seen before in the toilet at my work. My hands instinctively clutched at
them, fingers feeling the ridge of the edge of my bra cup, and I gawped
into the valley my breasts created, seeing my own hands with their
sparkly nails cupping them.
My school-appropriate hairdo burst into a platinum blonde rain of
bouncing, gleaming curls which hung down to my bum, and down over the
front of my blouse to my waist.
I couldn't bear it any longer. I don't know why, but I began to run. I
ran down the dirt road as fast as I could in her ridiculous heels,
feeling my pert breasts and rounded bum bounce in her school uniform as
I did. My skirt flapped wildly around my legs, showing my garters off to
anyone lucky enough to be nearby. I had to get free.
I stumbled along at a quick jog more than a run, relishing every second
I didn't hear him following me. Her shoes made it near impossible to
gain any speed, but the genie had put me in enough sets of skyscraper
heels for me to be relatively used to them by now.
As I ran, I tore at the blouse, feeling the buttons strain and break. I
eventually was able to rip it off, and after pulling my tie off over my
head, throw it over my shoulder onto the road behind me. Now I was
running in her skirt and bra, my shimmering platinum mane flowing behind
me like a golden scarf.
There! On the right! A farm building! As crazy as it sounded, I wanted
to get somewhere indoors and warm, where I could consider hiding from
the genie. Maybe I'd find some male clothes in the farmhouse or
something as well. Maybe the farmer would help me. Maybe it would all
turn out to be a dream after all. I laughed in her stupid bimbo voice:
there was a sliver of hope after all!
I ran to the farm gate and stopped, staring in distress at the rutted
farm trail that led to the house. There was no way I was going to be
able to navigate this in her heels. I decided to try anyway, and almost
immediately nearly broke my ankle. I looked around, saw my surroundings
were utterly deserted, and sat by the trail next to a hedge where I
couldn't be seen from the main road.
I examined the shoes, looking for a way to get them off my feet. They
had tiny buckles around my ankles that kept my feet in place: they were
fiddly with the nails, but not impossible. I spent a few minutes
fiddling with my right foot, trying to ignore the breeze howling between
my legs and through my bra straps as I did.
Just as the buckle came loose and the shoe began to come away, it
snapped back into place aggressively. The shoe changed, melted, and
transformed into a shoe that covered my entire foot, and then snaked up
my leg to mid-calf. Thick, heavy laces sprouted down the front, criss-
crossing and ending in a triple-knot at the top.
"No... no!" I gasped.
It didn't end there! Once the laces were well defined, a zipper sprang
out of nowhere and closed over the laces, before a padlock clicked shut
through some loops to prevent the zipper being dragged down! I yanked
and tugged on the new shoe as hard as I could, and tried to pull the
padlock or the zipper off, but no luck. It was like everything was made
of solid titanium. There was no way to break it.
I looked at my other foot and gasped again, long nailed hands flying to
my mouth in a typically ditzy show of horror. The other shoe matched
perfectly. I was imprisoned in a pair of stiletto heel boots in gleaming
patent black leather.
I had to get to the farmhouse.
I stumbled over the ridges and dips in the shoes, clawing my way along
the fence to the farmhouse. Every step I took seemed to make the heels
grow taller, and the platform at the front grow more ridiculous. By the
time I arrived at the paved front yard, the heels were like eight-inch
harpoons and the glistening platforms were a solid three inches thick!
I made my way precariously to the front door, and raised my fist to
knock. I could see myself reflected in the glass: a gormless, blonde,
pouting slut with a deep orange tan, layers of makeup, and a gigantic
set of breasts on show. Despite having crawled up a dirt trail, more or
less, I didn't look dishevelled, or even particularly worn out. I looked
like a bimbo.
What happens next? I've run out of most of the good ideas, and the story
feels like it's going in circles a bit. Suggest ideas, situations,
outfits, whatever, for Aaron... oops... 'Linda', to end up in next! He's
free of the genie for now, or is he? Enough schoolgirl? Maybe the farmer
wants him in a different type of outfit?
Give me some ideas please! :) Thanks for reading! x
Jane
- 14.06.2022
- 12
- 0
Winning A Genie Harem Chapter 12 Exposing the Naughty Genies
- 2 years ago
- 16
- 0
Winning A Genie Harem Chapter 8 Submissive Genie s Cherry Love
- 1 year ago
- 19
- 0
