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The Genie (Micro Fiction)
🕑 Added 2020-03-29 23:20:47 +0000 UTCAnother early micro story that I wrote while I was figuring these out. Written as a request for a friend. Enjoy the bonus content!
Samantha grumbled as she pushed storage containers around, killing time until her mother called her down for dinner.
“I need your help,” she mouthed, in a mock imitation of her mother’s voice. “You’ve got to give me a hand! How ever will I manage on my own?”
It had all been bullshit. Sammy’s mother just wanted an excuse to get her away from campus for a weekend, so she could lecture about the evils of parties and sex and silky panties. Now, though, she was stuck here for the weekend, doing busywork chores in between morality lectures.
Opening another cardboard box, Sammy began to organize its contents, and her eyes fell on a classic, brass oil lamp.
She rolled her eyes, picking it up. “What is this, an old costume prop?” Rubbing her hand on the side, Sammy chuckled at the idea of-
A figure appeared, suddenly, body formed from a puff of smoke that came from the lamp. “You summoned me?”
“Holy shit!” Sammy said, stumbling back in alarm. “You’re-”
“A genie, yes.” She was feminine, tall, with red skin and a playful smile. “You get three wishes, dear.”
Sammy didn’t need to think hard. “I wish my mom didn’t lecture me on the parties I go to or the underwear I own.”
“Done.”
With a glitter of magic, Sammy’s panties vanished, replaced by a loosely hanging diaper. It was far too large for her, sagging beneath her skirt and threatening to fall off completely if she moved around too much. “What the hell?”
“Your mom won’t need to lecture you now that all your underwear are diapers,” the genie explained, “And you certainly won’t get invited to those sorts of parties if anyone sees them.”
The genie nodded. “Is that your second wish?”
“Yes!”
“Done.”
Snapping her fingers again, magic flashed in the air, and a second later Sammy felt suddenly… heavier. Looking down at herself, she saw that she’d gained at least a hundred pounds, her slim frame replaced with a chubby torso, thick thighs, and wide hips. Large as she was, the diaper fit perfectly.
“H-hey!” Sammy blurted. “That’s not what I meant!”
The genie didn’t seem to care. “You should have been more specific, then. It seemed to me that you wished for your diapers to fit, and for them to serve a practical purpose.”
“A practical pur-” Her eyes widened in alarm and she looked down, bunching up her skirt so that she could see the growing wet stain on the crotch of the padding. “Fuck that! I want to be hot, so-” she caught herself, before wishing for the genie to set her on fire or give her a fever.
Thinking about her wording for a moment, she said, “A fat girl who pisses in diapers isn’t sexy. I want to be so sexy that just looking at me is a turn on.”
“Done.” The genie snapped her fingers a third time, then vanished, lamp and all.
Sammy didn’t feel any different. She was still chubby, and she was still in a soggy diaper. Looking down at herself, she felt…
Oh, yeah.
She was smoking hot. Her curves, her soggy diaper, it was the biggest turn on she’d ever seen.
A little internal voice screamed at the back of her mind, as she sank to her knees and reached a hand into her diaper, realizing how she’d been corrupted. As her padding crinkled, though, and her fingers began to play, she no longer cared.
