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THE SEX GENIE - CHAPTER I - A Typical Third Wish...
🕑 Added 2021-08-31 12:39:52 +0000 UTCRhyssa sighed, waiting for her current mistress to focus and make up her mind. Well, it wasn't a sigh so much as a release of pent up horny steam, an attempt to ignore the fire burning between her hips. The genie had her arms crossed under her generous bust, each soft expanse of magical breast flesh resting gently upon her limbs. The slightly bulged skin was a light green - far from the beautiful brown Rhyssa had as a human. At least she'd kept the dark curly hair that drifted around her face. Her evergreen nipples were rock hard, barely obscured by the slightly scratchy gossamer that hung over them.
"Uhhh...yeah...just...hold on...almost there..." the skinny blonde writhing on the hotel bed hissed. The woman was still wearing the black heels strapped to her feet, pantyhose, and lacy black thong - the latter two well soaked in her feminine juices. Her small hands glistened in mineral oil and hefted breasts nearly twice the size of her head, pawing at the wobbling expanse of skin and pinching nipples as thick as the woman's thumbs.
Breasts and nipples the woman hadn't had two days ago.
That day the bottle that Rhyssa was kept in had been disguised as a bottle of liquid paper. Whenever the genie's container manifested in a new location it took on an appearance to blend in. Rhyssa's mistresses were supposed to find her by happenstance, not be able to search out and find some bejeweled djinn dwelling.
Thankfully the interior of the bottle did not change to match, because Rhyssa would have spent weeks stuffed within sticky white-out. Who used liquid paper anymore? So the genie was nearly as surprised that someone had opened the bottle as was the woman who had found a real genie!
The usual disbelief and incredulous suspicion followed Rhyssa's initial summoning. She always found it strange that so many people could doubt the validity of the genie they just saw pour out of the bottle. Rhyssa's escape was always themed to look like what she was in - but thankfully it always felt like she was escaping as thick fog that coalesced into this form that generally resembled how she'd looked when human. The green skin was certainly different, and she'd gained a few inches in her hourglasses curves. Of course the biggest change from being human flesh-and-blood was that Rhyssa hadn't had legs in...ages.
Instead, her slit rested within a small tuck of groin that was nearly swallowed up by her thighs converging together and twisting about as one long tail that traveled back to her bottle - transitioning from green skin to white goo this time as it slipped inside. Her pussy lips hadn't always been as fat and engorged as they were now, and the pinch of her thighs kept the squeezed together against her marble-sized clitty. This loss of legs and formation of tail was one of the two constant reminders of Rhyssa's genie restrictions.
The other being the brass bracers sealed around her lower arms, each a single irremovable piece of metal.
It wasn't unusual for Rhyssa's mistresses to ask for something ridiculous and undeniable for their first wish. Oftentimes this came before she could even sputter out the very specific rules the green genie had to abide by. But if it was a wish she could grant, Rhyssa could usually guess what it would be based on what her mistress looked like.
In this case it came as no surprise when the blonde glanced down at her own flat, braless chest beneath a white business blouse, looked to Rhyssa's generous green bust, and mockingly exclaimed, "If you're a genie then I wish my tits were larger than my head with big fat nipples!"
Rhyssa could not hold back the eye roll that came with the impulsive head nod when granting a wish. The usual gasping, curses, and shocked exclamations followed while also accompanied by the straining of stitches and popping of buttons. In short order the blonde was standing topless - cradling her new enormous balls of fat and their wobbling nips - in the office supply closet.
If Rhyssa was an hourglass, then this woman had just turned herself into a sledgehammer.
The genie had seen plenty of sledgehammers.
It was only now that the panicking woman suddenly decided she needed to know the rules for her three wishes.
The first was that Rhyssa could only grant wishes for women and about women. No men could posses her bottle, and no women could make wishes on men.
The second was that Rhyssa could only grant wishes of a sexual nature or that imparted physical pleasure - and she could do no harm. So no world peace, endless money, or fancy cars - although some crafty mistresses had found ways to get some of these.
This also meant Rhyssa couldn't break someone's free will to create mental anguish. She could free their mind if, say, someone wished to make someone else a pleasure pet and some anxieties or worldly concerns needed to be eliminated to achieve that - but the subject had to actually want that in some form, and Rhyssa could expand on that desire. But if someone just flat out wasn't interested in what was being wished on them it wouldn't take.
Lastly, Rhyssa could only grant one wish a day. So no amount of crafty thinking was going to manifest for the blonde a new shirt to go home with. More cussing sent Rhyssa back into the bottle before she could find out the blonde's plan - or her mistress' name.
Although it happened very quickly, the process of being sent back to her magical den felt long and delightful to Rhyssa. Slipping into the mouth of her bottle was like the oiled hands of a masseuse running up her entire form as it thinned and stretched and slipped inside. This was especially true when her fat pussy was pinched inside it, along with the squeezing of her tits. Once inside Rhyssa was nothing more than compact wriggling bliss; not quite an orgasm - more like edging right at the cusp of one.
It was maddening.
When formally dismissed into her bottle the genie had no concept of where she may pop out next. So for wish number two Rhyssa found herself in a small hotel bathroom. The shower was running, but no one was in it. The blonde was instead standing before her, topless again with her huge boobs wobbling upon her ribs, a shimmer of mineral oil on them. She was dressed only in heels, pantyhose, and lacy black thong. Rhyssa quickly determined the running shower was a ruse, and to mask their voices.
The blonde immediately went into an annoyed monologue about a coworker who'd helped her get out of the office the other day. They'd agreed to meet at a hotel the next night to try out the blonde's new tits, but she was dissatisfied that so far all he'd done was play with her boobs - and he didn't appear interested in pleasuring her in any other fashion. Right now he was reclined on the hotel bed beyond the closed bathroom door.
"My tits are sensitive enough, but I wish he'd just fuck me properly!" the blonde complained.
"I'm sorry, mistress, but I am unable to cast wishes upon men."
"Well then what good are you? Do you expect that I'd wish that orgasming from breastplay is all I'm interested in?"
Rhyssa nodded. Not in agreement, but because that counted as wish number two.
The blonde's eyes closed and her expression changed as I adjusted some kinky priorities. All thoughts of achieving orgasm from her pussy were switched to her boobs. She wouldn't even consider her vagina an option for cumming - she'd only want to cum from playing with her tits.
Oh, and because of the wording of her wish, I wiped away any desire for job promotion, material wealth, romantic relationships...from now on she was truly only interested in orgasming from breastplay and nothing more.
She wavered on her heels for a moment as her brain worked through the mental rewiring. Her scowl turned to a smile, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Fuck, why am I wasting time in here with you?"
This time she left Rhyssa without officially sending the genie back into her bottle. Although still trapped in the bathroom unable to go too far from her containment, this meant that Rhyssa could use some minor magical empathy connected to her mistress to "sense" what was happening.
And that sensation made it clear that the blonde was eager to have the coworker's oiled hands all over her boobs and nipples. Rhyssa could sense that the blonde's breasts weren't much more sensitive than the average woman's, so it took some time before the first breastplay orgasm quivered from her lower lips.
Eventually the blonde flipped to her back so the man could titfuck her, which he enjoyed far more than she did. He was spent, but the blonde had no other desires than to continue playing with her breasts until she came again - and if we wasn't going to help then he was free to leave.
So he did.
Through the night Rhyssa listened to grunts and moans as the blonde chased her new priorities. She stopped only once, shortly before midnight, to pee and bring Rhyssa's bottle into the bedroom. Rhyssa hid herself inside of it, not wanting to get into an oft-had argument that "11:58pm is not close enough to the next day for another wish." The bottle was left on the bedside table as the blonde applied more oil to her hands and continued playing with her tits.
The sun was breaking as the blonde neared what was only her fifth orgasm despite the hours of play. Feeling that the bottle would soon officially reclaim its idle genie if Rhyssa didn't resume interacting with her mistress she slid out and presented herself.
"Mistress, your third wish is now available."
"Uhhh...yeah...just...hold on...almost there..." the skinny blonde writhing on the hotel bed hissed. Rhyssa could sense that her mistress was right on the precipace, closer and closer to bursting her bubble of bliss and-
"Fuuuuuuuck, yes, finally, oh yessssssssss..." Rhyssa's mistress squealed, clenching her boobs as the sixth orgasm washed over her. Her body locked up and Rhyssa watched the blonde's skin flush. Slowly, as the pleasure waned and the blonde's muscles relaxed, she pouted knowing how much work there'd be to get back to that sensation.
"Damn. I really wish I could feel that good all the time."
Rhyssa nodded.
"OH! FUCK!"
The instant following the wish the blonde had felt her body convulse, an orgasm gripping her without warning. Her body bucked and folded on itself, rolling to her side as her titties rested and slid atop each other. She pawed at them mindlessly as the burst of pleasure took her mind.
And this time there was no release or pause of afterglow. The blonde sputtered and moaned, unable to put together anything resembling a sentence. Her boobs wobbled and her body shook. And the orgasm carried on.
Endlessly.
An unending orgasm was not all that Rhyssa had granted her mistress. She'd specified "all the time" so the genie had removed the needs to eat or relieve herself, gifting her eternal youth. All she'd do from now on was experience constant physical bliss.
With all three wishes granted Rhyssa could feel the bottle pulling at her. She could resist it for a short period, and briefly wondered if pressing herself against quivering blonde could help Rhyssa push to her own orgasm. She had been unable to tell her mistress how sexy she looked with her exaggerated bust, or how much Rhyssa herself wanted to suck on the thick nips. These were aspects of Rhyssa's geniefication she was unable to share with her mistresses.
Figuring any interaction would be for naught Rhyssa allowed the bottle to suck her back in, again accepting her near-cumming fate.
The bottle of liquid paper vanished from the bedside table to be found by a new mistress, leaving the blonde to her eternal pleasure, to be found later that day by a very perplexed and embarrassed hotel cleaning staff.
