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Be Careful What You Wish For (TG Story) - Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-03-19 20:11:45 +0000 UTCBe Careful What You Wish For
(TG Story)
By FemmeForgie
Mark just wanted to do his best friend a solid. Dave was a great guy—loyal, funny, but painfully awkward and still a virgin at 25. So when Mark stumbled on a dusty old lamp and a genie popped out, he figured, why not use some magic to finally get Dave laid? His wish was simple: a sexy, caring, absolutely smoking hot woman to rock Dave’s world. But the genie had other plans. Instead of summoning the perfect woman, the bastard turned Mark into her—a curvy, drop-dead gorgeous bombshell with tits, hips, and a body built for sin. Now, stuck in this insanely hot female form, Mark realizes there's only one way to make the wish come true: he has to be the one to fuck his best friend. And the more he thinks about it… the more his new body wants to.
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Chapter 4
Mark was the first to snap out of it.
Because of course he was.
The second the words "Which one of you is my new master~?" left the genie’s plump, sensual lips, that cocky, self-assured smirk immediately crept back onto his face.
His natural swagger returned in full force.
And why the hell wouldn’t it?
He was Mark, goddammit. Tall, ripped, effortlessly hot, standing there in nothing but his tight black briefs, his perfect abs and thick pecs on full display, his massive cock shamelessly outlined beneath the fabric.
And if anyone was gonna be the master of this walking wet dream of a genie, it was gonna be him.
So he took a step forward, rolling his shoulders, flexing just enough to make his sculpted pecs and eight-pack abs pop, his confident smirk widening as he made sure she got a full view of the absolute perfection that was his body.
"Well, well, well~" Mark purred, his deep, smooth voice dripping with playful seduction. "Looks like you got lucky waking up to me as your new master, sweetheart~"
He placed a hand on his hip, deliberately angling his body to show off everything, his abs, his V-line, his broad shoulders, his ridiculously chiseled physique that had always driven women wild.
"Mark’s the name~" he continued, running a hand through his messy yet perfect hair, his smirk widening. "And trust me, babe—you couldn’t have asked for a better master~"
He winked. "What can I say? It must be fate~"
The genie tilted her head, her glowing golden eyes raking over him, taking in every inch of his near-naked, Greek god-tier body.
She let out a low, sultry hum. "Mmmmhh~..." Her lips curled into an amused smirk. "Well, aren’t you a confident little thing~"
Mark’s grin widened. "Babe, look at me." He gestured down at himself, flexing his massive, sculpted arms, his pecs subtly bouncing as he did so. "I’ve got every right to be confident~"
He took another slow, deliberate step forward, towering over her, his huge, powerful frame practically radiating dominance. "So, tell me, gorgeous—" He let his voice drop into something deep, rich, seductive. "How exactly does a sexy little genie like you serve a master like me?"
The genie giggled, placing a teasing finger on her plump lower lip. "Ohhh~..." Her golden eyes gleamed with mischief. "You certainly do carry yourself like a master, don’t you~?"
She let her gaze linger on his abs, clearly appreciating them, her lips ever so slightly parting as if tempted to reach out and touch.
"Mmmmhh~" She purred, tilting her head. "But confidence alone doesn’t make a master, darling~..."
Mark’s smirk deepened. "Oh?" He leaned in slightly, just enough to assert himself. "Then what does, babe~?"
But before the genie could answer—
Dave coughed slightly.
Mark barely even acknowledged him.
Dave, meanwhile, hadn’t moved.
Hadn’t spoken.
Hadn’t done anything but stare.
He was still locked in place, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, completely and utterly hypnotized by the absolute sex bomb in front of him.
His brain was broken.
Because holy fucking shit.
He had never seen a woman like this in his life.
His gaze kept flickering over her, unable to settle on just one part—her massive, barely-covered tits, the soft curve of her toned waist, the way her thick, wide hips swayed ever so slightly, her scandalously tiny, sheer panties that barely did anything to hide how fat and perfectly round her ass was.
It was like someone had ripped his deepest, dirtiest fantasies straight from his brain and brought them to life.
She wasn’t just hot.
She was too hot.
Like, so sexy that his brain refused to process it.
He wanted to touch her. He wanted to worship her. He wanted to bury himself between her thighs and never leave.
But mostly?
Mostly, he couldn’t believe she was real.
Because how the hell could something this perfect actually exist?
The air in the room was thick—charged with something primal, something heavy, something neither of them had ever experienced before.
Mark stood tall, dominant, his half-naked body radiating confidence, practically inviting the genie to feast her golden eyes on his perfect, chiseled physique.
And Dave?
Dave was just standing there, still frozen, still staring, his mind completely fried from sheer, overwhelming horniness.
His eyes drank her in—the curves, the smooth, shimmering blue skin, the sheer silks that barely concealed anything, the way she moved, the way she purred.
This wasn’t just some sexy woman.
This was desire incarnate.
This was perfection made flesh.
And the way she stood there, watching them, smirking, her hips swaying just enough to make her sheer panties slip against the swell of her thick, juicy ass—
It was too much.
Finally, the genie let out a slow, sensual hum, dragging a single long, delicate finger down the curve of her own body, tracing over her insane hourglass shape as if presenting herself.
"Mmmmhh~..." She purred, tilting her head, golden eyes flickering between the two men. "Such a fascinating pair of masters I have awakened to~..."
She licked her plump, glossy lips, deliberately slow, as if savoring the sight of them both.
Then, her gaze flickered back to Mark, still standing there, still oozing confidence, still owning his space like a true alpha.
"And you, my dear~" She reached out, one delicate hand grazing just barely against his solid, rock-hard pecs, her nails dragging lightly over his skin. "You certainly look the part of a master~..."
Mark smirked, his muscles flexing just enough under her touch. "What can I say, babe~? Some guys are just born to be in charge~"
The genie giggled, her fingertips slowly trailing lower, teasing over the ridges of his impossibly defined eight-pack.
"Mmmmhh~..." She hummed, almost tasting his confidence, her smirk curling. "Strong... powerful... handsome~..." She leaned in closer, her breasts barely brushing against him, her warm breath against his skin. "Ohhh~... I do enjoy a man who carries himself like he owns the world~..."
Mark’s smirk widened, his deep voice dropping into something even silkier. "Then you’re gonna love me, babe~"
The genie giggled again, then—
She turned.
And her golden eyes locked onto Dave.
Dave tensed.
His breath hitched, his fingers twitching at his sides, his entire body frozen as the absolute sex goddess before him focused on him for the first time.
Her smirk turned into something playful.
"But then there’s you~..."
Dave swallowed.
Hard.
His words failed him.
His brain failed him.
Because what the fuck was he supposed to say to this literal wet dream of a woman staring him down like she was studying him?
The genie tilted her head, her glowing golden eyes flickering with curiosity. "You have been so very quiet, little master~..."
Her plump lips curled, amused. "Tell me~..."
She took a slow, deliberate step closer, her wide hips swaying, her sheer panties clinging obscenely to her thick, juicy ass, her golden jewelry softly jingling with every step.
"What is it that you desire~?"
Dave’s lips parted.
But nothing came out.
Because holy fucking shit.
She was right there.
Right in front of him.
Her scent, her warmth, her everything—it was overpowering.
His eyes flickered down—
To her massive, insanely perky tits, barely contained by that scandalous excuse for a top.
To her smooth, toned stomach, her golden waistband hugging her impossibly tiny waist.
To her wide, thick hips, her sheer silks drifting against the soft, round perfection of her thighs.
His throat went dry.
His brain shut off.
The genie giggled, clearly enjoying his reaction.
"Ohhh, I see~..." She purred, stepping even closer, her huge breasts barely grazing against his chest, her golden eyes gleaming. "My poor little master~... have I stolen your words?"
Dave swallowed again, his throat aching from how dry it was.
Mark, still standing there, watching with immense amusement, finally cut in.
"Yeah, babe, don’t take it personally—he’s just really not used to hot girls paying attention to him~"
Dave twitched. "Dude—"
The genie let out a soft, sultry laugh, placing a single delicate hand against Dave’s chest, her long nails barely dragging down over his hoodie.
"Mmmhh~... well, then~" Her lips curled. "Perhaps it is time he got used to it~..."
Dave’s breath hitched.
His entire body locked up.
And his brain?
His brain just fucking broke.
The genie let out a long, sultry hmmmmm, her golden eyes drifting back toward Mark, her expression shifting into something even more mischievous.
Her smirk widened, her gaze devouring him, taking her time to fully absorb the sheer, godlike perfection of the nearly-naked man standing before her.
"Mmmmmhh~..." she purred, her plump lips curling into a sensual grin. "And you~..."
She took a slow, deliberate step toward Mark, her wide hips swaying, her sheer silks barely covering her thick, impossibly curvy body. The soft jingling of her golden jewelry filled the air as she lifted a single, delicate hand—
And traced a finger along Mark’s sculpted eight-pack.
Her touch was featherlight, teasing, exploring.
"Mmmhh, such a delicious master I have awakened to~" she hummed, dragging her fingertip slowly over the deep ridges of his rock-hard abs, feeling every chiseled inch, her nails lightly grazing his flawless skin. "So strong... so firm..."
She pressed her palm flat against his stomach, smoothing her fingers down the hard, perfectly sculpted grooves of his V-line, her breath hitching slightly.
"Ooooh~... and these muscles~" she murmured, licking her lips. "A body carved for pleasure..."
Mark smirked, flexing slightly under her touch, making his pecs tighten, his abs pop even more beneath her fingertips. "Enjoying yourself, babe~?"
The genie giggled, her long nails trailing up now, exploring the ridges of his pecs, her hands gliding over his broad, thick chest, squeezing ever so slightly.
"Mmmmhh, such a powerful frame~" she purred, leaning closer, pressing her huge, barely-covered breasts against him. "You are not like the masters I have had before~..."
Her fingers roamed his pecs, tracing every line, every hard inch of his perfectly sculpted body, her glowing eyes gleaming with pure appreciation.
Then—
Her hand drifted lower.
Lower—
And her golden gaze paused—
Right where the ridiculously thick outline of his infamous cock pressed heavily against the fabric of his briefs.
The genie stilled.
Her entire expression changed.
Her eyes widened. Her golden irises gleamed. Her sultry smirk curled into something even hungrier.
"Ohhhhhhhh~ my~..."
She let out a slow, shuddering breath, her fingers hovering over the obscene bulge.
"Oooooohhhhh~ dear me~" she purred, visibly enchanted, her plump lower lip catching between her teeth. "Now this is a treasure~..."
Mark’s smirk widened, watching her reaction with sheer amusement. "Yeah, babe~? You like what you see~?"
The genie let out a breathy, delighted laugh, her fingers grazing the outline ever so lightly, her golden eyes drinking in just how massive it was.
"Mmmmhh, such a blessing to the world~" she whispered, shaking her head in awe. "*So thick... so large... so unbelievably big~..."
She tilted her head, her expression one of pure adoration, her fingertips scrutinizing every bulging ridge pressing against the thin, strained fabric of his briefs.
"Mmmmhh, truly~" she moaned, licking her lips. "A master in every sense of the word~"
Her gaze lifted to Mark’s, her smirk now wicked. "Ohhh, this will be so much fun~..."
Mark chuckled, his voice deep, silky, his confidence through the roof. "Oh, babe~... you have no idea~"
Dave stood there, fists clenched at his sides, watching helplessly as Mark effortlessly stole the spotlight—again.
It was always like this.
Mark, standing there like a literal sex god, with his chiseled pecs, his absurdly sculpted eight-pack, and that perfect fucking V-line that girls fantasized about. Even now, barely wearing anything, still in just his tight black briefs, he carried himself like he was owed attention.
And the worst part?
He got it.
So easily.
The literal magic sex genie—the walking wet dream standing in front of them—was practically worshiping his body, tracing her delicate fingers over his abs, feeling up his massive, rock-hard pecs like he was a piece of art crafted for pure, unfiltered lust.
Dave swallowed hard, hating how easily Mark had this, how natural it was for him to just stand there and have a literal magical being practically drooling over him.
Then—
The genie’s golden eyes drifted lower.
And Dave felt the shift in the air.
The moment she saw it—the infamous, massive bulge pressing thickly against the fabric of Mark’s briefs—her entire expression changed.
Her pupils dilated.
Her lips parted, letting out a slow, sensual, awed hum.
"Ohhhhhh~" she purred, her voice dripping with pure, unfiltered hunger. "Now this... this is a gift to the world~*"
She reached down, her long, delicate fingers trailing over the thick, heavy outline of his cock, examining it, feeling its size through the strained fabric, her lips curling in delight.
"Ohhhhhhh, my dear master~" she murmured, shaking her head slowly. "You are truly... blessed~"
Mark let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, tilting his head as he watched her reaction. "What can I say, babe~" he smirked, flexing just slightly, making his pecs pop under her touch. "Some guys just have it all~"
"Mmmmhh, and you do~" the genie practically moaned, her fingertips pressing into the thick shape of his monster cock, her nails teasing along its length, scrutinizing every bulging ridge hidden beneath the tight, straining fabric.
And that’s when it happened.
Mark’s smirk faltered, his body tensing under her expert touch.
His breath hitched.
A sharp, deep moan rumbled from his throat. "Hhhhhhhuuuhhh, fuck..."
His massive cock twitched—
Then hardened.
Fast.
The fabric of his briefs stretched obscenely, his already-impressive bulge swelling into something truly monstrous, thickening, stiffening, growing longer, harder, heavier, creating an obscene, undeniably massive rod-like outline pressing against the thin, struggling material.
The genie’s golden eyes widened.
"Ohhhhhh~ my~," she gasped, her fingertips sinking slightly into the thick, pulsing shape, feeling just how dense, how vein-ridged, how impossibly large it was becoming beneath her touch.
"Ohhhhhhh~ dear me~*" she purred, licking her lips. "It just keeps getting bigger~"
Mark let out another deep, throaty moan, his abs tensing, his pecs flexing as his ridiculously thick cock throbbed dangerously inside his underwear, threatening to snap free at any moment.
Dave stood there, his stomach twisting into a tight knot as he watched.
Mark, effortlessly turning on the hottest woman he had ever seen.
Mark, moaning, his huge fucking cock growing even bigger just from the genie’s touch.
Mark, standing there like a sex god, completely drunk off his own arousal while the genie worshiped his size.
And Dave?
Dave felt like nothing.
Like he didn’t even exist.
The genie let out a long, slow, hungry hum, her glowing golden eyes locked onto the obscene sight before her.
Mark’s monstrous cock was straining against his tight black briefs, throbbing with raw arousal, the fabric barely holding it back. The material was stretched to its absolute limit, bulging outward with every subtle flex, every pulsing twitch, as if it were aching to break free.
The sheer size of it—thick, veiny, heavy—was enough to make the genie pause in admiration, her lips parting, her gaze filled with awe.
"Mmmmh~" she purred, tilting her head as her delicate fingers traced the thick, ridiculous outline. "This is simply too magnificent to be hidden away~"
Her sultry smirk widened as her long, dainty fingers tightened—
And with one smooth, effortless motion—
RIIIIIIIIP!
The fabric gave out, tearing like paper, completely shredding apart in her hands.
Mark barely had a moment to react before his massive, rock-hard cock sprang free, bouncing upward as it was finally liberated from its tight constraints.
The sheer weight of it made it slap heavily against his lower abs, his thick, heavy balls settling between his muscular thighs, fully exposed to the open air.
Mark let out a deep, guttural groan at the sudden release, his body tensing, his abs flexing, his pecs hardening instinctively at the feeling of his cock finally being freed.
He was now—
Completely naked.
His full, masculine form was on display—his broad, massive chest, his perfectly sculpted eight-pack, the sharp ridges of his V-line leading down to his now fully revealed cock, twitching with arousal. His thick, heavy balls hung low, full, plump, resting comfortably between his powerful thighs. A neat patch of dark, well-groomed pubic hair surrounded the base, adding an even more raw, masculine energy to his already dominant, godlike physique.
The genie’s glowing golden eyes widened, her lips curling into a delighted grin.
"Oooooooohhhhh~ my~..."
She let out a long, shuddering breath, one delicate hand rising to her plump lower lip as her other fingers traced the now fully unobstructed length of his monstrous cock.
"Ohhhhhhhh~" she giggled, licking her lips, her golden eyes flickering in pure, unfiltered appreciation. "Now this... this is truly divine"
Her delicate fingers explored him, scrutinizing every inch of his length, the sheer thickness, the deep, pulsing veins running along the rigid surface.
"Mmmmmhh~" she let out a sultry moan, tilting her head as she traced slow circles around the base, watching the way his cock twitched in response. "So thick... so powerful... such an absolute masterpiece of masculine energy~"
Mark let out a slow, deep exhale, his smirk creeping back onto his face as he rolled his shoulders, fully embracing the attention.
"Told you, babe~" he murmured, flexing his abs slightly, watching as her fingers continued exploring his exposed, throbbing manhood. "Some guys just have it all~"
The genie giggled, her fingers drifting lower, feeling the heft of his balls, her golden eyes glowing with excitement.
"Ohhhhhh, my dear master~" she purred, glancing up at him with a hungry, teasing smirk. "You are going to be so much fun~"
Dave stood there, his body completely rigid, his hands clenched at his sides, his face frozen in an expression that could only be described as horrified arousal.
His brain was breaking.
Absolutely breaking.
Because what the fuck was he even looking at right now?
The sexiest woman he had ever seen in his entire life—this literal walking, breathing fertility goddess—was standing there, her delicate hands gliding over Mark’s fully exposed, massive, veiny, throbbing cock, scrutinizing every obscene inch of it like it was some kind of ancient artifact she was appraising.
Her glowing golden eyes were filled with pure fascination, her plump lips curling in delight as she let out another sultry giggle, dragging her soft fingers along the thick, pulsing shaft.
Dave swallowed hard, his throat dry, his face burning in mortification.
But at the same time—
His cock was achingly hard in his pants.
Because how could he not be turned on by this?!
This was every man’s dream. This was pure, raw sexual energy manifesting before him. This was a literal otherworldly beauty studying Mark’s cock like it was the greatest masterpiece she had ever laid eyes on.
She was licking her lips.
She was moaning softly every time his massive cock twitched beneath her touch.
She was cupping his heavy, full balls, gently weighing them in her palm, tilting her head in genuine admiration.
"Mmmmmhh~" the genie purred, running her fingers along the thick veins pulsing down his length. "So thick... so heavy... such raw masculine energy, all contained in one magnificent piece of flesh~"
Dave’s fingers trembled. His cock throbbed painfully against his pants.
He was aroused beyond reason.
And he hated himself for it.
Because why—why—was he standing here, watching like some pathetic extra in another man’s fantasy?!
His best friend—his lifelong friend—was standing there, completely naked, his ripped, godlike physique on full display, his massive cock throbbing proudly as this unbelievable woman practically worshiped it.
And Dave?
Dave was just standing here.
Watching.
Like a complete and utter loser.
He wanted to look away.
But he couldn’t.
His body wouldn’t let him.
And that made it so much worse.
The genie finally let out a long, satisfied hum, slowly pulling her hands away from Mark’s monstrous cock, though her fingers lingered slightly, her touch leaving a faint trace of warmth along his thick, pulsing shaft.
She took a graceful step back, tilting her head, her glowing golden eyes still roaming over his fully naked, ridiculously muscular form, as if committing every inch of him to memory.
Then, with a playful, teasing smirk, she crossed her arms beneath her massive, barely-covered breasts, causing them to bounce slightly as she took on an expression of mock scrutiny.
"Mmmhh~... well, well, well, my dear master~" she purred, tapping a delicate finger against her plump lower lip. "As the genie of fertility, it is only natural that I must assess a man's worth based on his appearance, his virility, and of course—" her smirk widened, "—the quality of his cock and balls~"
Mark let out a deep, amused chuckle, rolling his broad shoulders as he flexed his abs just slightly, fully embracing the attention. "Oh yeah~? So what’s my score, babe~?"
The genie giggled, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mmmmmhh~ let us see~..."
She held up a hand as if she were grading him, her golden gaze slowly scanning over his godlike physique.
"Physical Attractiveness~..." she mused, her eyes sweeping over his thick, sculpted pecs, the deep ridges of his chiseled eight-pack, the sharp V-line leading down to his massive, fully exposed cock.
Her smirk curled, appreciative. "Absolutely divine~"
"Masculinity~..." she hummed, stepping closer just slightly, admiring the sheer raw power radiating off of him, the natural dominance in his stance, the way his broad shoulders and thick, muscular frame commanded the space around him.
"Mmmmhh~ undisputed~" she purred.
Then—
Her gaze dropped lower.
To his cock.
His heavy, full balls.
His thick, pulsing shaft, still hard, still twitching slightly in the open air.
She licked her lips.
"And now~..." she breathed, "Virility~..."
Her golden eyes practically glowed, her expression shifting into something genuinely impressed, her full lips curling as she shook her head slowly, almost in disbelief.
"Ohhhhhh~ my, my, my~" she moaned, tilting her head as she took in every obscene inch. "This... this is something truly rare~*"
She placed a single delicate hand on her own chest, her fingers grazing over her deep cleavage as if she needed to calm herself.
"The sheer size... the thickness... the weight~" she purred, visibly admiring the vein-ridged masterpiece before her. "It is a cock made for breeding~"
She let out a soft, delighted laugh, her plump lips curling into a wicked smirk. "And these—" she motioned toward his thick, heavy balls, "—ohhhhh~ what a glorious pair of sacred vessels~"
She clasped her hands together dramatically, her voice almost sing-song as she delivered her final judgment.
"Mark, master of virility, dominant of all who gaze upon him~" she purred. "I hereby rate your fertility potential as a perfect 10~"
Mark let out a deep, satisfied laugh, clearly enjoying the attention. "Damn right, babe~" he smirked, flexing just slightly, making his pecs bounce. "Some guys just got it all~"
The genie giggled, placing a teasing finger under her chin. "Ohhhh~ yes~" she cooed, her golden eyes still devouring his form. "If I had a choice of whom to gift with boundless fertility, my dear, powerful master~"
She leaned in, her plump lips curling into a knowing, mischievous smirk.
"It would absolutely be you~"
Mark just chuckled, his smirk widening. "Good to know, babe~"
Dave?
Dave just stared.
Horrified.
Turned on.
Completely defeated.
The genie let out a slow, sensual hum, clearly satisfied with her thorough inspection of Mark. But just as she was about to continue basking in his godlike presence, her glowing golden eyes flickered—
And she finally noticed Dave.
Dave, who had been frozen in place this entire time.
Dave, whose face was burning, his fingers twitching, his entire body locked up as he tried—and failed—to hide the undeniable bulge forming in his pants.
Dave, who had been standing there, watching, completely mortified—yet also achingly aroused beyond reason.
The genie’s full, plump lips curled into an amused smirk. "Ooooh~?"
She turned fully toward him now, her thick, sinfully curvy body shifting, her sheer silks swaying over her wide hips as she took a slow, teasing step closer.
"Mmmmhh~ my, my, my~" she purred, tilting her head, her glowing golden eyes gleaming with playful curiosity. "I seem to have been so enchanted by my larger-than-life master over here~"—she gestured at Mark with a teasing flick of her wrist—"that I completely neglected my other dear master~"
She let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand on her huge, barely-contained breasts, making them bounce slightly. "How rude of me~!"
Dave’s breath caught. His heart slammed against his ribs.
Because—
She was walking toward him.
Her body, her absurdly sexy, perfect, busty, hourglass, thick body—was now moving directly toward him, every step a hypnotic sway of wide hips and soft, bouncing curves.
Dave’s entire body tensed. His pulse roared in his ears. His cock—already aching—throbbed even harder as she closed the distance, her golden jewelry jingling softly as she moved.
"Ohhh, my dear little master~" she cooed, her voice dripping with teasing warmth as she stopped just inches from him. "You have been so very quiet this entire time~..."
She licked her plump lips, her glowing golden eyes devouring his stiff, frozen posture, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Mmmhh~ but I see now..." Her smirk widened. "It was not out of disinterest~..."
She leaned in closer, her massive, heavy breasts nearly pressing against his chest, her intoxicating scent flooding his senses.
"It was because you were simply too overwhelmed by my beauty to speak~" she purred.
Dave swallowed.
His throat was achingly dry.
He couldn’t move.
He couldn’t speak.
Because holy fucking shit, she was right there.
Her body was this close, her presence smothering, overwhelming, devastatingly arousing.
Her huge, soft tits were practically hovering against his chest, barely restrained by that sheer, golden-trimmed fabric that did nothing to hide her deep, luscious cleavage.
Her wide, thick hips swayed ever so slightly, the sheer silks draped over them barely concealing her fat, juicy ass.
Her glowing golden eyes were locked onto him now, studying him, assessing him, her lips curled into a wicked, teasing smirk.
Dave was—
Fucking broken.
Mark, still standing there completely naked, crossed his arms over his broad chest, watching with a deeply amused smirk. "Yeah, babe, don’t take it personally—he just really doesn’t know how to handle hot girls~"
The genie let out a soft, sultry giggle, her golden eyes never leaving Dave’s as she tilted her head.
"Ohhh~ but that is such a shame~*" she purred, reaching out a single, delicate finger—
And trailing it lightly down the center of Dave’s chest.
"Because I do so love a master who is eager for my attention~"
Dave shuddered.
He felt like he was going to die.
Of either embarrassment or pure, agonizing arousal.
The genie let out another slow, sultry hum, her glowing golden eyes gleaming with playful mischief as she studied Dave’s reaction.
Ohhh, yes~... now she had his full attention.
His wide eyes, his trembling fingers, the way his chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths—he was completely under her spell.
And she loved it.
She tilted her head, leaning in even closer, her plump lips parting slightly, her warm breath tickling his skin.
"Mmmmmhh~" she purred, her hand tracing teasingly low, lingering over his stomach, her delicate nails dragging just slightly over the fabric of his hoodie.
Then—
She grinned.
"Well, my dear, shy master~" she cooed, golden eyes flickering with playful authority. "As the genie of fertility, I have already given my full assessment of your... magnificent friend over there~"—she gestured briefly at Mark, still standing there completely naked and fully enjoying himself.
"And now~"—she placed a single finger under Dave’s chin, tilting his face up slightly, her smirk curling—"it is only fair that I give you the same proper scrutiny~"
Dave’s breath hitched.
His entire body locked up.
His brain screamed, WHAT?!
But the genie only giggled, her golden eyes practically glowing with wicked delight as she took a single teasing step back, her huge, heavy breasts bouncing slightly with the motion, the sheer silks clinging to her thick, curvy frame in all the right places.
"So, my sweet, blushing master~" she purred, tilting her head, her expression filled with pure, playful seduction.
"Why don’t you go ahead and strip for me~?"
Dave froze.
His heart stopped.
His stomach dropped.
His entire world collapsed.
“W-what?!” he choked, his face exploding in heat.
The genie giggled again, crossing her arms under her huge, scandalously perky breasts, which only made them bounce slightly as she gave him a teasing, mock-innocent look.
"Why, my dear master~" she purred, "I am the genie of fertility~ it is only right that I assess every inch of your form~"
Her eyes drifted downward, deliberately flickering over his pants, over the very obvious bulge pressing against them.
Then she smirked.
"Every. Single. Inch~"
Dave’s entire body seized. His breath stopped. His heart slammed against his ribs so hard it hurt.
“W-WHAT?!” he sputtered, his face burning, his hands instinctively gripping the hem of his hoodie as if that would protect him from the sheer, unrelenting horny energy coming off of this woman.
The genie simply laughed, tilting her head as she placed a single, teasing finger to her lips.
"Ohhh, my~" she purred, "is my dear master shy~?"
Dave’s mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
He felt like he was going to pass out.
Mark, still completely naked, watching the whole thing unfold with deep amusement, just burst out laughing.
"Oh my fucking God, dude—" Mark wheezed, shaking his head. "This is the funniest shit I’ve ever seen—"
Dave glared at him, his face burning. “DUDE, SHUT THE FUCK UP—”
The genie simply giggled, stepping forward again, pressing herself against Dave’s stiff, frozen form, her warm, soft body practically smothering him.
"Ohhhh, my poor little master~" she cooed, her glowing golden eyes flickering teasingly. "You do not wish for me to see you~?"
Dave couldn’t breathe.
The sexiest woman in existence was asking to see him completely naked.
His body was screaming at him to be aroused, but his soul wanted to die.
"I—I—I don’t think that’s—"
The genie grinned.
And then—
She lifted a single hand.
"Ohhh, my dear master~" she purred, wickedly playful. "Would it help if I assisted~?"
Her fingers twitched.
And Dave realized too late—
She was about to magically strip him.
To be continued...
