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There it was, hanging from Amanda's chest: A pair of smooth breasts, shaped into such a perfectly spherical form it looked like someone had molded them in meticulous detail work. Despite the firmness that made them stick out proudly from the body attached to them their flesh gave slightly in to the hands that wandered over them. Softly the tender meat was caressed as the fingers wandered from the fabric on the flanks to the skin revealed in the cleavage, kneading the breasts like a baker his dough. Amanda rubbed her palms over her sensitive mounds, wondering how large they were. Grapefruits? Cantaloupes? It was something in between that was stuffed into her white blouse she eventually concluded. But instead of fruit flesh the balls in her top were made out of soft human tissue, tissue that a few minutes ago had just been a plain board. She moved her hands to the bottom of her breasts, cupping them to feel their weight and shape. Usually, one would have expected the young woman who had always been dreaming of big breasts to freak out in pure excitement. Instead of squealing in joy however Amanda furrowed her brows. "Hey, that went way too far!", the blond girl yelled. "I said a little, not a ton! Puff them up again!"

Her words were for the figure floating above Amanda's glass table in the middle of the room. The hovering woman seemed to be lying sideway in the air, her legs crossed over each other, one hand on her waist while she leaned her face against her fist.  She seemed to be from Orient origins, having dark skin and smooth black hair tied into a long pony tail, and wearing baggy bright yellow pantaloons along a cropped purple tank-top and pink banana shoes. Her right eye was hidden behind her bangs, while her left eye stared down on Amanda. Aside from floating through the air another notable feature about the woman were her pointy ears on which a pair of golden earrings were hanging, one shaped like the moon and the other like the sun. "Sorry, but three's the limit", the genie reminded her. Her voice lacked any kind of emotion, except for a slight sarcastic and monotonous undertone. "No extra wishes, no trade backs. It was already a bonus that I repaired your top. If you wanted them larger you should have stated your wish more precisely. Deal with it or keep mourning."

Amanda murmured something that would get this story a tag for explicit language if it was mentioned. But then she looked down on herself. Usually her sight would meet a flat blouse containing an even flatter bosom. Instead a pair of ripe breasts was sticking out from her chest, lying snuggly inside the taut white fabric. The upper buttons were open, crafting a deep cleavage into her top. The V-shaped gap started at her shoulders, went in slight curves down her breasts, the fabric just covering her breast warts, and ending an inch before the end of her bosom in a pointy tip. Each of her globes was firm and round, not sagging in the least, and their skin was as smooth and clean as a baby-butt. Still holding them she lifted her breasts a little up, before she switched the position of her hands. Her frowning face brightened up as she hugged her bosom, sighing in delight as she squeezed her buoyant meat in her arms. No, she wouldn't mourn.

Closing her eyes Amanda got lost for a second in daydreams. As she opened them again she noticed the genie was staring at her. Which actually wasn't surprising considering how she behaved, but something in her glance was strange. The way she looked at her Amanda could see something that went beyond staring at a woman fondling her breasts. "Um…something wrong?", she asked.

Her eye on Amanda's bosom the genie shook her head. "The first wish I ever granted that was not taken back, and it's a pair of tits!", she moaned.

The smile crept back on Amanda's face. "No need to thank me!", she chuckled. As she looked at the genie floating above her however she frowned again. "Speaking of which…" Amanda pointed with her finger at the genie's chest. "I didn't nullify my wish on your tits either!"

The genie looked down on her small, but still not flat breasts that curved out the fabric of her tank-top just so much one could see them. "My bad", she apologized, though she didn't really sound sorry. "You said "make them a little bit smaller", so I thought you meant yours and mine. And since mine were much smaller in comparison to yours I shrunk them down to their original size."

Amanda removed her arms from her bosom to fold them beneath it. "Geez, you genies think you are so clever, don't you?", she sighed. Her hands then quickly found their way back to her assets, cupping and enveloping the curved goods. She leaned over her glass table, staring at the weak reflection of her. Small jiggles went through her breasts as she tilted her body from side to side, feeling every vibration in her hands while she inspected herself from every angle. "So?", she said after a while.

The genie raised an eye-brow. "So what?", she asked.

After admiring herself Amanda took her hands off her chest again. It bounced as she straightened herself up, looking the genie in the eye. "You granted me three wishes. Aren't you supposed to be leaving in a puff of smoke or something?" Smiling slightly she pushed her breasts up a little, making them spill over the rim of her blouse. "Of course, you're free to stay and admire my boobs as long as you want!", she added with a wink.

Crossing her legs in the air the genie leaned a little forward, putting her hands on her waist. "My, how generous we are", she scoffed. "And I'm really awfully sorry to refuse the kind offer. But as you just said, I granted you three wishes, and therefore my business with you is over. So, sad as it is, I'll have to vanish back into my bottle, teleport it into some corner of the world and then wait until the next lucky person stumbles across it, rubs it and finds out three wishes aren't enough to make his or her life perfect and puts everything back to the way it was."

Amanda crossed her hands behind her back, bopping around on her feet. "Send me a postcard from time to time!", she chirped.

The genie sighed. "I'll follow your blog", she said, raising her arms. She concentrated for a moment before she clapped her hands together. Pink smoke emitted from her palms, steadily wandering up her arms and surrounding them. Reaching her shoulders the smoke began to wander over her entire body, from her chest to her belly down to her legs, bit by bit cloaking the mystical spirit. "Bye bye", the genie said as the smoke reached her face.

Quickly Amanda waved to her before her eye was hidden behind the pink curtain of smoke. "Bye!", she called out to her. As the genie was completely surrounded by pink smoke the human-formed cloud began to change its shape. From her head it began to turn around itself, forming a ball. After hanging in the air for a while it suddenly flew in circles up to the ceiling, stretching to a line of smoke on the way, before it dived down straightly towards the bottle on the table and flew into it. "And… thanks!", Amanda added just as the last rest of the cloud vanished inside the bottle.

A bright flash illuminated the room, blinding Amanda. She stumbled backwards, just a few steps. It wouldn't have been a problem if there wasn't that extra meat on her chest that made her a bit more top-heavy. So when she leaned back to keep her balance she achieved the exact opposite result: Still half-blind she flailed her arms through the air as she fell backwards, but eventually could only yelp when her butt landed hardly on the carpet. The impact went from her rear right to her bosom, hopping and jiggling up and down inside the neck of her blouse. "Guess I'll have to be a little more careful with these", Amanda murmured, rubbing her rump. Quickly however her hands left her posterior and found their place on the bulges of her chest. Again Amanda smiled in delight. Sitting on the floor she leaned back, further and further until she couldn't hold her balance and dropped right on to her back. As her upper body fell her legs were thrown into the air, Amanda wriggling her feet while she softly stroked the sides of her meat buns. Each contact with her breasts made the skin of her assets tingle as if small ants were crawling over them, or as if tiny hands softly massaged them. Closing her eyes Amanda shook her head from side to side, her glasses almost falling from her nose. She squeezed her breasts, let them spill through the gaps between her fingers, and pressed her blouse skin-tight against their curves. Soft moans slipped through her lips as caressed her bosom while lying on her back. A sudden urge overcame her, a craving deep inside her. The more she rubbed her breasts, the stronger the tingle grew, the more pleasure the massage created in her young body the more her thoughts were consumed by that desire, until she couldn't hold it in anymore.

She had to create some art!

"Oh, I'm so full of inspiration, I'm about to explode!", she squealed. With a single motion jumped right back on her feet, the movements of the maneuver going straight in her chest. One quick glance after she corrected her glasses and she saw the carton with the materials was still standing on the TV table, alongside the two piles for usable and unusable stuff she had sorted out – or rather the one pile for usable stuff as she found use for pretty much everything. The results of Amanda's artistic talent showed in the various little figurines, busts and large statues that could be found everywhere in her apartment, in every corner, on every surface, some were even hanging from the ceiling. Each of her works was made out of garbage from empty cans and old newspapers to all kind of plastic items, and had been painted in bright colors like pink, magenta or turquoise. The general motif of her art was always the same: Women in poses that were indecent at best, with breasts ranging from her current measurements up to sizes far beyond what an actual woman would have been able to bear without breaking her back. Most statues were tending towards the latter. Her record was a baby-blue life-sized statue in her bedroom, portraying a woman with long hair which she held up with her arms. It was made out of many different materials from cans to plastic bottles and wires linked together in a way one couldn't see the individual objects anymore. For the breasts Amanda had used a pair of beach balls that she had pumped up to the absolute limit, and additionally put several layers of papier-mâché around them to make them even bigger. It was her largest piece yet, both in general and bust size. Yet.

As she kneeled down towards the box visions of her next sculpture were flowing into Amanda's mind: A woman lying on top of her breasts like she had before, barely able to embrace them with her arms, while her feet just touched the ground. No, she thought, the feet were already in the air, and her breasts so big she couldn't even reach half around them. No, even better, they were so big she was really lying with her whole body on top of them, like on a bed, unable to even see the slopes of her breasts on top of her bosom. Or maybe, yes, she could just make a pair of giant spheres three times bigger than those of the statue in her bedroom, and place a tiny figurine on top of it! Giggling in excitement Amanda looked through the contents of the box, searching for something she could make a small statue out of. "Best I'll use filled up garbage bags for he boobs", she mumbled to herself, digging with both hands through the half-empty box. "I don't think I'll find beach balls anywhere big-"

As she pulled out some scrapped metal of the box she suddenly noticed the milk bottle on her table.

Blinking Amanda stared at the bottle. It looked exactly like that of the genie, the glass blind glass and the neck slim. Slowly she put the metal scrap back into the box and stood up. "It can't be", she mumbled while she walked around her table, eyes focused on the bottle. Hesitantly she reached her arm out for it, her cleavage pressing against her blouse as she leaned towards it. The tip of her finger graced the thick glass, leaving a fine trail of sweat on it. As her hand had moved up to the neck of the bottle she grabbed it, while her second hand pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket. Again she hesitated. After a while she brought the handkerchief towards the bottle. One half the way she made another pause. Eventually the fabric of the handkerchief touched the glass. One final hesitation. Then, Amanda rubbed the bottle with the handkerchief.

At first, nothing happened. As Amanda pulled back the handkerchief however she saw a weak pink gleam at the ground of the bottle. Not sure if she was just imagining it she leaned with her face closely towards it. Suddenly, a large cloud of pink smoke shot out of it. Startled Amanda pulled her body back, falling on her back once more with her heavy humps hopping on her chest while she watched the cloud taking the form of a woman. Once the shade was complete the smoke dispersed into thin air, Amanda staring in surprise as the genie appeared again. She hovered above the table, hands on her hips, just like when she had summoned her a few minutes ago.

Slowly Amanda got back up on her feet. Both women stood in the room, the human on the floor, the spirit in the air. The young art student Stared up to genie, partly surprised, partly confused, partly irritated. The supernatural looked over Amanda's head at the wall, her stoic face only showing slight hints of confusion. "This… is a little awkward", she eventually said.

Crossing her arms below her breasts Amanda tilted her head. "Um, I thought you would vanish after granting me three wishes?", she asked.

"I thought that too, but…" The genie pondered for a moment. "Now that I think about it, there isn't really any rule that says we disappear after granting three wishes. It's just that… because every third wish was to reset everything I did… my bottle was either put back to the place where my former master had found it or transported to some place where it was out of his reach at the time he would have stumbled across it. This… this is the first time someone has not wished to have never met me before."

Behind her glasses a spark appeared in Amanda's eyes. "So…does that mean…"

Though she still looked rather composed the genie gulped. "It seems as long as you are in possession of my bottle, every time you rub it you gain three new wishes."

The blonde girl rose on her tip-roes. "Meaning basically I have as many wishes as I want?"

Slowly the genie nodded. "It would appear this is the case, yes…"

For a moment silence fell over the room. But it was broken by Amanda's loud scream of joy as she jumped into the air, raising her arms above her head.

"SSSSSWWEEEEEEEET!" Her bosom's bounces followed the rest of Amanda as she hopped up and down, jubilating like a little girl. "I have a genie, a FREAKING GENIE, all for myself! Oh, this is so cool! I'll never have to clean my house again, I can just wish the dirt away! I don't need to go shopping anymore, I can summon everything I want! I won't have to pay taxes, I can wish for my own electricity! Hell, I can wish for my own power plant to run the entire town! But most importantly…" Pulling her arms around them she hugged her meat pillows, squishing them as tightly as she could. "I CAN WISH FOR BIG BOOBIES ANYTIME!!!"

The genie rolled her eyes.

Cheerfully Amanda jumped onto her couch. As her rump landed on it her breasts wobbled inside her hands, jiggling like jello. "Awesome!", she whispered "So awesome!! Mega awesome!!! Like, the most awesome thing in the history of AWESOME!!!" Amanda wriggled her legs, her whole body shaking in excitement. The genie still floated above the table, hands on her hips, while looking nervously at the hyperactive art student on the couch. "So, what can I do?", she suddenly asked. "Or rather what can't I do?"

The genie frowned. "What do you mean "can't do"?", she asked back, sounding a little insulted. "I'm an omnipotent spirit! I can mess with pretty much everything, from life and death to gravity, the entire concept of reality – even the fabric of time is something I can only yawn at!"

Amanda pulled her legs onto the couch and crossed them, embracing her ankles with her hands.  The neck of her blouse slid a little deeper as she leaned forward, increasing the pressure in her cleavage. "But you said there were restrictions", she reminded the genie, looking straight at her. "For example, you said you weren't allowed to grant wishes that involve anything impossible or illegal. What exactly does that mean?"

The genie relaxed a little. "Oh yeah, that stuff", she remembered. "Well, it is a very loose restriction, actually. Impossible simply means that you cannot wish for things that make no sense, are paradox or contradict themselves, like you wish to be your own sister, or want a white mouse that is red. Illegal means you cannot wish for things that go against the genie codex. For example, you can't wish to become a genie yourself, or increase the number of your wishes. Though the latter is rather redundant in this situation…"

Amanda tilted her head to the side. "But I still can do things that go against the normal law?"

The genie nodded. "The laws of your race, yes."

"So theoretically", Amanda asked after pondering a moment. "I could use your magic to, let's say, print fake money?"

The genie shrugged. "Sure."

"Or rob a bank?", Amanda asked further.

"No problem."

"Steal something from someone else?"

"Certainly."

"Beat someone up?"

"Why, yes of course."

Amy paused. "Kill somebody?"

"Yes", the genie said without hesitation.

Amy bit her lips. "And… did you ever do that?"

"What?"

"You know… have you ever killed someone?"

"A few times." Behind her glasses Amanda's eyes enlarged in shock.  "Jeez, don't give me that look!", the genie sighed. "I told you none of my wishes have ever lasted. In the end, my masters either found the death of the person they thought would make their lives better actually made it worse, or simply felt guilty after a while. So, like everyone else, they used their third wish, and Bada-Bing – the people I killed were put back to life as if nothing had happened. Which was actually the case since I set back time to the moment before my master found me."

Amanda still seemed rather unsettled. "But didn't you ever feel guilty?", she asked. "I mean, what if somebody wouldn't have taken his wish back, and the person stayed dead?"

The genie folded her arms over her chest and crossed her legs in the air. "In the beginning", she said, looking up towards the ceiling with her one uncovered eye "When I was still fresh in the biz I had those doubts too. So the first times my masters wished for me to kill a certain person I used the legendary wit of the genies to misinterpret their wishes. For example, when one young master wished for his father to die from a heart-attack, I granted that wish – fifty years later, when my master's father was a stuttering old man who talked to bunnies. My master took the wish back simply out of rage at me." Amanda chuckled. "Of course it's not always that simple", she told her. "Another time my master led me to a cliff where some guy he owed money was standing. He wished me to break off the cliff so the guy would fall into death."

"What did you do?", Amanda asked.

For a short moment a smirk flashed over the genie's face. "I broke off the cliff - the entire cliff, including the part he was standing on. I don't think anyone has so quickly spoken the word "I wish I had never found you" before." Upon this memory the genie even laughed a bit. The corners of her mouth however quickly fell back into their usual position. "Eventually though I stopped caring. Even if I didn't misread my master's wishes, in the end they would always put back their wish by themselves. You can give humans whatever they want, they won't be satisfied by it."

Amanda crossed her hands behind her back. "Well, I am very satisfied!", she giggled, sticking her chest out.

Moaning the genie let her head fall back. "Oh yeah, I am so happy for you", she said. "After eons of granting wishes for mortals my reward is to be the slave of a lunatic artist who is obsessed with ridiculously enchanted milk glands."

Said milk glands were put into motion again as Amanda jumped off from the couch. "Speaking of which, it's time to get back to business!", she declared. Both hands pointed at her open blouse and the two stacks of meat inside them. "First off, I wish myself super-busty again, just like before, no, even bigger than that! Yeah, that'll be a nice start! And then-"

"Sorry, but I can't do that."

Amanda looked at the genie as if she had just learned she only had three minutes to live. "Er… what?"

The genie's unmoving face looked at the wall behind Amanda, as if there was something interesting to look at - which was actually the case, namely a series of statues that showed several moaning women who were fondling their melon-sized assets. "I can't grant you wishes that make your breasts bigger", the genie told Amanda without looking at her.

The slopes of Amanda's breasts pressed a little further out of her cleavage as she crossed her arms under her bosom, staring sternly at "her" genie. "Now hold on a second! I don't think growing bigger breasts is illegal or impossible – or at least it wasn't ten minutes ago!", she said rather angrily.

The eye of the genie looked down on Amanda, the expression on her face not wavering. "Since you seem to have such a good memory, master, you certainly also remember there was a third restriction."

Amanda pulled her head back in confusion. "Um, you said you don't grant any wishes that involve spinach", she recited the genie's words. "But I don't see how this is-"

"Then allow me to explain", the spirit interrupted her. "After being released from its lamp – or in this case bottle – every genie has the right to deny wishes of a certain kind. This rule is basically the only right we genies possess, and we fought very hard to get it into the codex. Usually I tell my masters not to wish for anything related to spinach. But I've decided that for you, any breast-related wishes are forbidden."

Amanda blinked at the genie. "N-now hold on! You… you…" Amanda thought for a moment what she actually wanted to say. "You said "after being released from your bottle", but I already released you earlier!", she shot into the blue. "You already set your taboo back then, and it was about spinach!"

The genie's face didn't budge. "You said it yourself just now", she replied dryly. "The rule says "After being released", but it doesn't directly say only after the first time. So, it could be read as "every time you release me I can setup a taboo", and you just had me come out again."

Almost desperately Amanda searched a way out of this. "W-why don't you want to make my breasts bigger?", she asked.

The genie stuck out her own chest. "Cause you'd end up wishing not only your breasts to the size of the moon, but mine too!", she yelled. "You're most likely going to stay my master for a while, and I don't just want to grant breast-related wishes every day!"

Amanda pondered for a moment. "How about I restrict the breast wishes to certain days then?", she suggested. "Like I can only wish for bigger boobs on holidays?"

"Yeah, nice try", the genie commented. "You'll just google the Independence Day of Sumatra or something and make everyday a holiday!" Amanda believed to see the corners of the genie's twitching as if she was holding back a smile. "So, I am truly sorry master, but I am afraid you must be content with what I already gave you."

At first Amanda just stared at the genie. She was clearly angry, looking like she would hold back to not burst out in anger, while at the same time she seemed desperate to think of something she could say back. Suddenly the genie saw a smile creeping over her master's face, but only for a second as she turned away. "Okay, fine, have it your way. No breasts. You got me." Amanda walked around the room, showing her back to the genie who suspiciously looked after her. "You know what? I'm kind of hungry."

Shaking her head the genie sighed. "Jeez, something to eat, the favorite for first wishes." She raised her arms. "What shall it be? A sandwich? Chicken? Or maybe a chicken sandwhich?"

With a wide grin Amanda turned around. "A big bowl of spinach!"

The genie blinked at Amanda, paralysed. "M-maybe we could talk about your holiday idea…"

Two hours later the genie and Amanda were leaning over a six pages long contract. Amanda was kneeling on the ground in front of the table while the genie floated above it, holding the contract in one hand.

"All right", the genie said, pointing with the pen in her other hand at various spots on the contract as she spoke. "You can grow breasts to maximally the size of small weather balloons on five individual holidays picked by yourself, and to smaller sports balls during any day of the Christmas and Halloween season, but with a limit of three breast growth wishes in a day, and a one day break if all spurts have been used up on three days in a row. And we take Christmas season by United States standard, which means from the first to the 25th of December. Got it?"

Amanda pushed up her glasses, skimming through the various paragraphs and clauses written in one-hundred percent accurate legal English. "And on my birthday size and number are unlimited, right?", she asked. The genie from

The genie nodded. "That's right. To celebrate the day you fell out of your mother's womb you can blow up your rack to mountain-size. Therefore, you won't wish for anything breast-related during the rest of the year, and spinach is absolutely taboo. Deal?"

"Deal!", Amanda chirped. She took the pen from the genie and set her signature below the last page. After that she filled out a list on the third page with the names of five holidays. Once she was done the genie took the contract and the pen and levitated a bit higher into the air.

"Let's see", she murmured, quickly skimming through the list. She raised her glance from the paper, looking at her master. "Saint Patrick's Day? Seriously?"

"My grandfather was half-Irish!"

"Whatever." She tucked the manuscript under her arm and clapped her hands. Shining sparkles surrounded the contract and the pen before both disappeared into a puff of pink smoke. "Okay, that's settled!", she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Hm. That went surprisingly smooth…"

"Um, we argued for about two hours…"

"Yeah, but in the end, after I agreed to unlimited size on your birthday you gave in pretty… quickly." Her free eye looked suspiciously at Amanda, who made a face like she was an angel. Or an innocent child. Or an innocent angel child. "So, got any wishes for the moment?", she asked.

"Just one little thing", Amanda said, and from one moment to the next the angel kid turned into a devil brat. "I wish every day was my birthday!"

To Amanda's surprise the genie only reacted with a snort. "Oh my, how completely unpredictable", she said. "You've totally got me with that one." Sighing she put her hands into position. "As thy wish!", she exclaimed. As she clapped her hands it seemed as if nothing had changed. Still though, Amanda knew her magic had caused it to become her birthday. And she already had plenty good ideas for a birthday wish.

"Alright!", she declared. She looked into her décolleté, and cupped her ample assets with both hands. "I'm itching to wish myself into boob haven, but I think that can wait for the moment. First off-"

Suddenly Amanda felt a finger on her lips. "Yeah yeah, I know", the genie said. She floated a bit back and raised her arms. After hesitating a moment she clapped her palms together. Her own magical power engulfed her, the genie taking in a deep breath as she began to feel its effects. Slowly the flesh of her breasts began to bulge, arching on every side. The genie grunted as her small mounds rose up from her chest, her skin rubbing over the inside of her bra as it was reaching out from her body. Amanda watched the genie's growth with glee, and didn't do anything to hide her joy.

"Wow, did you read my mind?", she asked while bouncing on her feet, causing her breasts to jiggle inside her taut blouse.

As the cups of her bra were pressed against her top they smoothed the purple fabric, gradually pronouncing the round form of her growing assets.  "Nope", the genie replied, feeling them slightly spill out of the cups of her bra. The bottom of her bosom lolled out, and the straps around her shoulders and back as well as the little band that held her bra together at the front were stretching. Meanwhile the inner sides of her breasts vaulted towards each other, and the neck of her top steadily slid deeper towards her bulging bosom. "It just doesn't take very long for one to understand how your mind works."

The jiggles of her breasts slowed down as Amanda stopped hopping. "Oh yeah?", she asked, putting her hands on her hips in insult. "How exactly does it work?"

Wrapping the fabric around their swelling curves the hem of the genie's top began to rise up, very slowly at first, but the further her chest reached out from her body the faster it rose. "Ten percent maintain the necessary life functions like breathing and heart-beat while the other 90 percent constantly shout 'Boobs!'", the genie replied dryly, arching her shoulders slightly as the pressure on her bra was growing.

Amanda looked up to the genie. The stern look on her face vanished and was replaced by a smile. "Yup, that pretty much sums me up!", she giggled.

The genie sighed. Growing to the size of small citrus fruits her breasts pressed with rising force out of the bra that confined them, seemingly pouring over the cups as were pushed forward. While the space inside her clothes diminished the sensitivity of the genie's bosom increased to a point where the spirit could feel a subtle tingle inside her mounds. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, reminding her a bit of a massage, but still she groaned as it became steadily more apparent the stronger her flesh surged against her clothes. Through the gap between the holders the tops of her breasts began to lurk out of her top, showing as the distance between them shrunk below an inch. Reaching out from her the widest part of her breasts slowly moved away from her chest wall, shaping them towards a pair of small spheres. The speed of the growth seemed to decrease, but in truth the swelling masses of meat were held back by her bra. The front of her bosom that was shining roundly through her stretching top was getting a little "flatter", while steadily more of her roundings were lapping out of the cups. Growing out of their support the skin of her breasts rubbed over the hard edges of her bra and began to slightly press into them, seemingly digging deeper the more they overflowed her bra. The genie blew out a sharp breath as they touched each other. At first only the very tips of her breasts' slopes came into contact, creating a tiny tingle, before the zones where her breasts rubbed against each other slowly spread out over their complete insides. The excerpt on her bosom above her top slowly extended, revealing the tops of her dark-skinned curves as well as a deepening amount of her narrowing breast gap. As the fabric slid down her globes the growing pressure eliminated the remaining wrinkles, smoothing it tightly around her roundings and showing their bulging form ever clearer. The bigger her breasts were getting the firmer they seemed to become: Ignoring the laws of gravity they proudly protruded from her, stout like a pair of small rubber balls. Amanda watched the genie grow with great interest, licking her lips as she took in every detail of the swelling rack. "Do you wish for a handkerchief, master?", the genie asked.

Thrown out of her trance Amanda looked up to the genie's face. "Uh, no", she said, blinking in confusion. "Why?"

The genie's wanted to respond, but the word suddenly got caught up in her throat. Her sensitive skin felt like it was stretching around her humps just like her clothes, giving the spirit shivering goose bumps as it pressed with growing force against her tank-top, and stroke against the inside of her bra. The tight piece of underwear rested so tightly around them her breasts had taken the shape of classic American apple pies, being roughly a third wider than longer. Forcing down the sensations in her body down she opened her mouth to get out her reply. Instead however she gasped as the band between on the front of her bra ripped apart. The tense straps immediately relaxed and virtually dragged the cups over the slopes of her bosom, leading them to spread out to their full form. Feeling her bra slide over her breasts was already tough for the genie. Feeling her breasts jolt forward from the release in pressure and transfer their width into length also added to the already strong sensations inside her. Adding that her buoyant mounds hopped up and down after their breakthrough, bouncing against her chest wall and then due to the caused impact in a slight curve a few inches upwards, the inner sides of her breasts slightly rubbing against each other and her much tighter tank-top, all of that together was enough to lure a soft, almost inaudible moan out of the genie who slightly put her head back and closed her eyes halfway. She panted a little, each breath clearly showing on the tenseness of the purple fabric that stretched and "relaxed" around her forth and back moving bust, though it always stayed very taut. "I thought it might come in handy to catch the drool that's probably gonna flow out of your mouth", the cynicism finally broke out of the genie, although rather late. With a clap of her hands she magically removed her broken bra from inside her top. The motion of her hands showed immediately on her bust, making the genie grind her teeth for a moment.

By then the widest parts of her breasts were a bit larger in diameter than CDs, and just as round. The rim of her neck had curved just like her bosom, being an almost perfect half-circle. Above it one could see the tops of the genie's bosom, a pair of dark mounds that sported a vaguely two inch deep cleavage in the middle, a small, yet enticingly tight gap. The hem of her top had also wandered upwards noticeably, and the fabric had been wrapped around the bottom of her breasts so tightly the contours of their curves could be seen. The flanks of her breasts were almost as wide as her shoulders, steadily vaulting beyond them as they swell outwards. As they ranged into the area of cantaloupes the genie could feel the growth inside her sensitive assets was slowing down. The pace at which the fabric was stretched decreased, while the rim of her top began to settle at its place. Still the surface of her bust continued to expand for a while, and the genie felt every added square millimeter rubbing against her top. It rested on her bosom like a second skin, creating a strong prickle all around. Inside her wide pantaloons the genie's legs began to tremble slightly, while her arms twitched from time to time. The genie held her breath, hoping this would end soon. Amanda leaned a little towards her to watch the subtle growth of her breasts, rounding out to the size of her own mounds. Both women could hear the noise of her stretching top was getting lower, while at the same time the slight swelling became harder to notice. Eventually Amanda couldn't see or hear anything anymore, but the stressed look on the genie's face told her she was still feeling something. Her top then stretched again, and her bosom bulged once more as the spirit took in a deep breath. Both her bust and the fabric slowly relaxed again as the genie let out a long sigh. With her uncovered eye the genie looked down on her master. "Okay, so much for the opening act", she said, dry and monotone as ever. "Next I guess you wanna step on the stage?"

With big eyes and an open mouth Amanda stared at the genie's breasts, before taking a glance down at her own. Putting the skin colour and the clothes they were wrapped into aside their bosoms were pretty much identical in shape, size and structure. Amanda cupped her ample assets, feeling that electric tingle again. A devious smile formed on her face, startling the genie a little started as well the sparkle behind her master's glasses. "Not so fast!", she told the genie. She removed her hands from her chest, proudly sticking it out from her body. "Instead of a solo, why not make it a duet this time?"

The whole body of the genie stiffened. "Um, what exactly do you mean by duet?", she asked.

Amanda chuckled. "Can't you guess?"

"I can, but I'm clinging to the straw I may have misunderstood you." Looking down on her master she was met with and intimidating glare. "Fine, fine, I get it", she sighed, raising her arms. "As thy…"

"Wait!" Amanda took a side of her blouse in each hand, and forcefully pulled the fabric over her cleavage. It took her a lot of effort, but one by one she closed up all the buttons until none of her bosom was exposed anymore. The white fabric was lying taught around her breasts, accenting every single curve. Just from holding them like this her blouse looked like it could blow open any moment. "Okay, now you can go!", Amanda chirped, her top creaking as she made a small hop while crossing her arms behind her back.

This time the genie rolled her eyes, shook her head and sighed all at the same time. "As I was about say", she began once more, putting her hands into position. "As thy wish!"

The jugs of the genie jiggled as she clapped her hands. The moment the sound reached Amanda's ears she could feel the magic hitting her body. As it engulfed her Amanda closed her eyes. Subtle tingles went over her skin as the spell moved through her, slowly wandering towards her chest. She took in a deep breath, the taut fabric of her blouse groaning as her breasts pressed against it. While the young art student delightfully savored the sensation of her bosom being filled with magic the genie was less pleased as the same happened to her, and frowned in dismay. Simultaneously then both women felt the flesh in their orbs were arching against their tops. Amanda's lips rose to a wide smile as she watched the taut fabric of her blouse stretching, pulling on the buttons, while the genie's reaction upon seeing the neckline of her tank-top sliding down her protruding perkers was a simple snort.

Feeling its struggle against the confining fabric Amanda ran her hands over her bosom. She could feel her blouse being stretched, being spread across the growing surface of her breasts. A small V-neck popped up as the highest open button was pushed gradually deeper, enlarging bit by bit. With the pressure on her buttons rising the fabric between them was gradually pulled aside. Small gaps appeared that showed fragments of cleavage, the little excerpts slowly extending to show the skin on the inner slopes of her breasts. Without much space to grow into they pressed against each other with rising force, steadily eliminating any room that was still between them. Over the rim of her the fabric small folds began to rise up from her bust, its tops steadily ascending upwards while the rest was trapped inside her blouse. Though they kept their firm appearance the increasing pressure made them lose a bit of their roundness, the parts that were free sticking out further than the rest. The seam that held her highest button suddenly popped, making the little plastic knob fly several feet through the room. The very second it burst off her breasts surged forward and got a little closer to an evenly spherical shape. With one button gone her cleavage went past the middle of her breasts, showing a gored amount of her bright skin. Having conquered some more space they bounced up and down, seemingly celebrating its victory in this battle. It hid for a few second the "war" that was still going on, but as their jumping subsided one could clearly see again how desperately her breasts tried to outgrow the tight top. Smiling as she felt her bosom squeezing against the cotton Amanda absorbed every single tingle going through her body that was created by the sensation of growth and the increasing sensitivity in her assets. She rose to her tip-toes, watching her orbs jiggle slightly already from the simple move. When she put her feet back on the ground they made a solid bounce, not very much, but the up and down movement rubbed her assets enough over her blouse that it made the young woman shiver in pleasure while a soft moan made its way out of her mouth.

The scene played out pretty much the same for the genie, with only two differences: First was of course was the top. As her humps spread out to all directions, growing into gradually bigger spheres she felt the purple fabric getting wrapped around the fronts of her breasts. Meanwhile her neckline slid deeper and deeper, revealing her dark-skinned bosom bit by bit. The part of her breast gap that was still hidden underneath her top began to suck in the fabric, showing the firm curvature of her assets. Her shirt also was pulled forward at the sides, so the armholes were widening as well, getting stretched into an oval shape. That way the flanks of her breasts were getting revealed, showing the part of them that sprouted out from her chest wall. The bigger they became the clearer the vaulting slopes could be distinguished from the rest of her body. As the sides and the tops of her bosom got revealed the hem of her top also was lifted upwards as well, uncovering her belly, while the holders cut deeper and deeper into her shoulders. Aside from how her top shrunk around her bosom the second difference between Amanda's and the genie's growth was her reaction: While Amanda was squealing in joy and softly stroke the tips of her fingers over her taut blouse the genie had her hands on her hips, observing anxiously as flesh flowed out of her chest. Seeing the swells of her breasts spilling out of her top and closer towards her face uneased her, even though it was her own magic that had caused this. But that why she worried: Since it was her spell she knew very well how far it would go. And as she knew her master wouldn't be satisfied with anything that was even close to moderate, she had set the bar pretty high this time…

Despite being taken in by her breasts Amanda somehow noticed it as the genie gulped. She paused her soft caressing for a moment, a short wave of guilt overcoming her. Making the genie grow her bust was one thing. But now she was forcing her to do the same with her own body. Her remorse however was cut short as a sudden thought made brought a mischievous smile to the young woman's dace. Maybe she just needed some "help" to enjoy the situation?

Both women's breasts were about to outgrow the size of their heads. As the genie watched the very top of her breasts getting on height with her lower neck she suddenly heard the voice of her master. "Come down here!", Amanda demanded. The genie who had been floating in the middle of the room the entire time raised her stare from her bust. The huge smile of Amanda left no doubts about her intentions, so the spirit just looked at her in annoyance. "Come on, or do I have to wish for it?", Amanda asked, lifting her hands from her breasts as she crossed her arms below them. This led the top of her bosom to spill out some more over the rim of her cleavage. After staring at her master some more the genie sighed in defeat. She lowered her body a little, flying down towards Amanda. "Closer!", she could hear her say. The genie approached her further until her knees were on eye-height with her and roughly two feet away from her face. "Closer…" Grunting the spirit came down a little more. Her navel was on height with Amanda's head, and above it the genie's bosom cast a shadow on her hair. "Almost there", Amanda smirked. Finally the genie gave up: She floated a bit backwards, brought her body down until their busts were aligned (she had to bend her legs so her feet wouldn't touch the ground) and then moved her body forward until the front of her breasts graced Amanda's taut blouse. Their swelling mammary melons pressed the stretching fabric of their tops against other, both women's bust slowly evening the other's front. "Symmetrical docking!", Amanda chirped. She hopped on her feet, the bounces of her bosom motivating the genie's to jiggle slightly.

The genie was not amused.

Another button broke off from Amanda's top. Instead of flying to the ground however it jumped right up into the cleavage of the genie, vanishing inside the deep abyss of dark breast flesh. And with each of their breasts being as large as a small volleyball it had plenty to sink into. Once more Amanda's V-neck extended, going down to the middle of her bust as only two more buttons held her blouse closed around her growing assets, though another one was slowly getting pulled up. With the gaps between the buttons widening and ever more flesh spilling over the rim of her cleavage the amount of exposed skin quickly increased, especially since the transparence of the white fabric made it steadily shine through. As they swelled against the genie's breasts they put each other's tops under additional strain, the bulging fronts stretching the material. The four spheres squeezed against each other, still not sagging despite sporting a quite respectable amount of tissue. Getting squashed by each other and being trapped by their tops though they were hindered in their forward movement, leading the flesh to pile up on the sides. The tops of their bosom had reached their necks and were going for their chins while they were so wide they could be even seen from behind by that point. The genie felt the hem of her top moving over the top of her belly towards her breasts. Reaching the bottom of their slopes it slowly wandered up, revealing cleavage from below. At the same time her top showed a wide amount of skin through the armholes and the neck of her tank-top while its shoulder-straps were almost as thin as the holders of a bikini. After uncovering a rough sixth of her breasts from below the movement of the hem came to a halt as it got stuck between the two women's racks. The luscious mounds around the size of big basketballs were squeezing with so much force against each other it pushed the genie a little backwards in the air. Looking straight down it looked for her as if her own cleavage would directly flow into that of her master. Again a button broke off Amanda's shirt, bounced off from the taut fabric of the genie's top and was shot back into the depths of Amanda's enlarged cleavage. Due to being stuck between the two women's busts her V-neck didn't open as much as it could, only adding a thin tip to the V-shaped excerpt on her breasts. Still, with some pressure being released they wobbled slightly, the quivering of her meat luring a giggle out of Amanda, which caused it to jiggle some more. "Would you calm down please?", the genie asked, feeling every vibration of Amanda's jugs in her own.

Instead of stopping Amanda chuckled even louder. Her constant giggling made the last button on her chest pop off and jump into the genie's under cleavage. "Calm down?", she repeated, grinning from ear to ear. "But the fun part is just about to start!"

Suddenly Amanda threw her arms on the sides of the genie's bosom. The spirit gasped in surprise as she felt her master's hands on the bare parts of her swelling curves, at the ridiculously enlarged armholes of her top. Their buoyant flesh slowly grew into Amanda's palms, increasing the tightness of the grip. "H-hey, let go you perverted punk!", she screamed.

"No chance", Amanda smirked. While their busts continued to bulge against each other, putting their tops to the ultimate stress-test she pressed her fingers into the dark mammaries. The genie opened her mouth, but quickly closed it before she could make any embarrassing sound. Giggling Amanda released the pressure on the genie's breasts, feeling the squeezed meat relax beneath her hands. For a moment the spirit seemed like she was about to sigh in relief. It was cut off by another gasp however as Amanda suddenly drove her fingers back into the billowing flesh, only to let go again and repeat. In a more or less rhythmically manner she kneaded the genie's breasts, pressing her fingers in and out in what could best be called an amateurish massage. The ancient being bit her lips, obviously holding back a moan as Amanda was fondling her. She wasn't the only one getting aroused by this though, for the masseur herself found the act of ploughing her hands through the succulent and exotic breasts of the genie rather exciting as well. Closing her eyes she grabbed the genie's rack harder. Her tongue fell out of her mouth, hanging from her lips, and Amanda increased her groping speed. The more intense she fondled the harder it was for the genie to contain herself. She pressed her quivering lips together, winced slightly as sensation after sensation went through her, and tried to keep her shivers under control. With both women being distracted they didn't hear as the fabric of their clothes began to exceed their limits. Amanda's blouse that had risen over her belly was ripping horizontally at the lower sides of her breasts. Swelling against them her bosom slowly enlarged the thin tears, making them wider and longer as stitch after stitch dissolved and popped. Almost at the same time the genie's tank-top was breaking in the middle, extending her cleavage, while the first threats on the holders started to give in. The edges of the tears were adorned with some unclean frilly, fine strands of fabric sticking out. As the fabric on the front was still sandwiched between the two women's bosoms, squeezing with such force against each other they were almost compressed to half-spheres both Amanda and the genie felt the rim of the rifts stroking their bare breast skin. Another hole then appeared on Amanda's blouse, on the right breast right above the other. Soon a counterpart was born on the other side, before another tear appeared on her left breast, near her V-neck. On the widest parts of her breasts the fabric was stretching into transparence, the holes between the stitches becoming visible as they widened. Amanda's whole body trembled, her hands especially shaking in arousal as they worked on the genie's breasts. "Oh god, this feels so good!", she cooed, raising her head as her breasts reached her chin.

Goose-bumps were forming all over the genie's body. Trying to ignore the sensations the growth and Amanda's hands caused she looked down on herself to estimate their sizes, but all she saw was black cleavage. Still, with the ridiculous sensitivity of her assets she could feel the rough dimensions of her breasts, and guessed them around beach balls size. "Don't… don't you think this is enough?", she panted. She had a feeling though what the answer would be, and was confirmed as her master just giggled. While her top continued to rip downwards, exposing more and more of her cleavage and breast flesh three tears almost appeared simultaneously below it. Lying horizontally above each other they extended towards the sides, quickly growing from small eye-shaped rips to large rifts, their ends on height with her breast warts. After her breasts shredded some more of her top in their growth the rip on the end of her décolleté fused with the highest of those tears. The ripped up ends of the fabric flowed over their curves as they bulged forward, her cleavage extending below the widest of her bust. Shortly after and the fabric that separated the two lower tears also broke, turning them into one big gap. Her breasts flared out a little more and brought the edges of the tear into a round shape, creating an oval hole. With that only two thin strands of fabric kept the genie's top from getting split in half. Two thin strands and the pressure that had built up between hers and Amanda's breasts. And even though she had been constantly pushed back the pressure was very high, their busts being reduced by at least a quarter of their actual diameter. They reached down to their belly buttons while spilling up to their faces while being almost twice as wide as they were from shoulder to shoulder. The genie was tempted to fly back completely, but was afraid her top would really blow apart if she made such a move. Then again, it would break sooner or later anyway, and this way she might get off the groping hands of her master. Still, she decided to stay and endure it, her dark complexion becoming a little red as she fought back the urge to moan.

Amanda, who had a lot less decency, when the genie started to make some weak sounds that could be interpreted as moans she was already roaring all the lust out of her lunges. Her top hadn't fared any better than the genie's as constantly more rips had appeared. They weren't running perfectly parallel to each other like the genie's, but all had the same rough shape of an oval with sharp ends in varying sizes. Through each tear her bulging bosom tried to squeeze into freedom, bubbles of meat ascending and enlarging the tears as they grew out of the fabric. The first holes already started to unite, fusing into strange forms before they ripped back into an oval shape. Only the fabric that was tucked between the growing bosoms of the two ladies didn't tear as fast for the pressure kept it from moving. They were mashed together with such force the buttons that had been pulled up over her bust and had actually broke off already, were held in position as well as the fabric of the blouse itself. Still though, even with what they were hiding behind each other's racks, the cover of the two women was getting rather sparse. While the genie's tank-top still survived fairly at the sides, even though it was stretched so much the fabric only covered a little amount of skin, Amanda's blouse had gotten pretty much redundant: What wasn't behind the genie's bust could be practically gazed at without any hindrance, wide gaps in her top showing bright breast beef en galore. Under loud ripping and shredding the remaining hideout for her bosom bit by bit dispersed. As it had shrunken to a thin network of threads Amanda suddenly heard a loud rip coming from the genie's top. She interrupted her massage and moaning, though her body urged for more, and quickly leaning up to watch it break.

To be more precisely, it were six rips that happened simultaneously she had heard. While the genie gasped loudly the holders of her top both broke apart, as well as the fabric below her armholes of her top which had been stretched to less than half of its original size. At the same time the already ripped up cleavage that was tucked between hers and Amanda's bosom split apart completely. With that her top was basically broken into three pieces, and none of it was covering her breasts. Unbound the chocolate-coloured spheres flared out to the diameter of hula hoops, the massive piles of flesh wobbling slightly as they broke free and throwing Amanda's hands off them. Their tops were above her nose, almost blocking the genie's entire sight and her master's view on her face, while their bottom was on height with her waist. Together her spheres were three times wider than herself, while the front of her breasts was at least six feet away from the rest of her torso. The genie's uncovered eye widened as she stared at the true bulk of her bosom, the spirit being more breast than anything. "Oh dammit!", she shouted, floating back from Amanda and higher into the air.  Her deformed breasts spread out to an evenly spherical shape, sending small wobbles through them. She pulled her arms as far around her giant globes as she could, but the tips of her fingers barely could reach past their widest parts. Though her ethereal body had no trouble carrying them the genie leaned forward a little, making her abnormal bust hang slightly down from her.

As the genie had moved away there was no hold anymore for Amanda to lean against. The moment the genie's front left hers and released the pressure from her colossal chest it dragged her forward. Her blouse shred further into nothingness as she fell, not even trying to fight for balance in her form. As she hit the ground her top was completely gone from her front, leaving her giant bosom exposed and the rest of her body wobbling on it. The sheer size of her humps kept her body relatively straight, but she was ore kneeling than standing, even though her knees didn't touch the ground. In an awkward position Amanda rested on her breasts, feeling as the ongoing growth slowly pushed her further upwards. With each second that passed the breasts of the two women grew larger, Amanda's entire body steadily vanishing behind hers. Their fronts were pushed apart by their rounding insides, making them point into different directions. By then beach balls were no adequate comparison anymore to describe the size of the two women's assets, each being vast enough to work as a bean bag chair. The genie looked up from her abyssal cleavage over the giant slopes flesh that blocked her entire sight, while feeling them glide away beneath her arms that couldn't even reach half around them anymore. "Oh come one, you can't tell me you think this is still attractive?", she shouted.

The grounded Amanda also inspected her giant rack, the magnitude of mammary tissue packed together into a pair of perfectly globular spheres which were swelling into increasingly insane dimensions. With the utmost delicacy she run her hands over her curves, up and down, left and right, as far as she could stretch her arms and as close as she could get them to her body. She even drowned them into her canyon-cleavage, letting the bulging inner sides of her breasts swallow her arms. As she moved her hands over her sensitive skin she believed to feel every individual cell of her of her breasts, every single square getting rubbed and stroked. "No, I don't think this is attractive", she told the genie. With a dumb grin she whispered: "I think that's fucking hot!" She tightened the grip on her bosom. The hormones rushed through her body as all remaining parts of her mind that were responsible for reasonable behavior were shut off. Moans were thrown out of Amanda's mouth, one after another, in a steadily quicker succession, while she pressed her hands as deeply into her flesh as she could, fondling it in a berserk-like trance.

The genie didn't respond or react to this, for her breasts were surpassing even large tractor wheels in diameter and she could no longer see anything in front of her but cleavage. Clapping her hands before her chest was of course impossible, but even trying to do it them under her bust would be a difficult task. She grunted. Her mood was only slightly lifted by the fact the growth was starting to subside: The pressure between the round walls of her cleavage increased at a slower pace, and she felt her curves' overall swelling was decreasing. Once her breasts stuck out from her as a pair of giant, almost weather balloon-sized spheres she could finally see no more signs of expansion on her cleavage. Shortly afterwards the constant moaning that filled the room grew quite, indicating Amanda was also done growing and… stuff. Unable to see her master from her current position the genie tilted her body forward so she was "lying" on her belly. Her breasts bounced up and down (or rather forth and back from her point of view), rubbing over and clapping against each other, but despite their massiveness they hung down as a pair of firm and round globes, almost gracing the carpet on the floor. "Alright, all "fun" aside I hope you are aware of the consequences your wish has?", the genie asked, looking at Amanda.

Though she couldn't see anything of her but breasts.

Exhausted Amanda was leaning against her ginormous bust. The white-skinned orbs of the art student were pretty much the same size as those of the genie. Any difference there might have been between them, maybe one or two inches in width, was diminutive in the dimensions they of them had achieved. The genie could only roughly see the hands of Amanda stroking the sides of her bosom softly – as far as she could reach them – and stretching her neck could spot her head. Her right cheek was resting in the vast sink between her breasts, cuddling them gently. Amanda raised her face a little from its "nest", though she couldn't see much of the genie beyond the horizon her bust created. "What?", she asked. "I can make them smaller anytime, or wish for enough strength to carry them… or do you mean I get older because I have birthday every day?" Amanda giggled. "So what? It's just one year per day! Small price for big boobs, if you ask me!" Smiling she let her face sink onto the top of her seemingly infinite cleavage again. The tender skin of her assets responded with a tingle as she rubbed her cheek over the inner slopes of her cleavage, while at the same time she ran her arms softly over her smooth curves.

As she caressed herself however, it felt like the surface of her bosom was changing under her hands, getting rougher, Harder to stroke. Amanda frowned. Suddenly she realised it wasn't the surface of her bosom that was changing, but her hands. Before her own eyes she could watch as wrinkles appeared everywhere on her arm, getting deeper and more numerous per second. Soon she felt them appearing everywhere on her body, her legs, face, neck – the only part of her spared where her breasts, which seemed increasingly misplaced on Amanda as they stayed round, firm and smooth while the rest of her skin became rougher and sloppier by the second. "W-what?", Amanda asked, but immediately put a hand over her mouth as she heard her own voice: It sounded different from usual. Croaked. Hoarse. Like that of her grandmother.

That was when it hit Amanda: She was turning into an old woman.

"H-h-hey!", she shouted. Or at least tried to, but it sounded more like a loud whisper. "Why am I turning into an old hag?" She noticed her hair was becoming white and ruffled, and her sight was getting a little blurry. Still, she could imagine the grin on the genie's face(even though in truth the corners of her mouth didn't move).

"Well no one said I had to go by them at order", the spirit explained. "Today's your 90th birthday. I think tomorrow I will make it your fourth birthday, the day after that your 52nd, and if I'm generous I may make it your 26th birthday the day after that."

Amanda coughed, feeling as year after year was added to her age. Her skin was rough and full of wrinkles all around her body, her sight was diminishing until she was almost blind even with her glasses, her hair bleached out, and she was even shrinking. Eventually she became a short 90-year old woman with bleak straw-like hair, an excessively wrinkled face – and a pair of perfectly round and smooth breasts, each larger than herself. "You… you tricked me!", she panted, her voice barely audible.

A smile crept over the genie's stern face. "Shocking, isn't it?" She crossed her arms above her massive cleavage and rested her chin on them, watching in glee as her master tried to move in her old weak body. "That's what you get for trying to outsmart a genie!", she giggled, sticking out her tongue.
Continuation of "The genie from the milk bottle"[link] Read it first, this story continues (almost) right where it ended.

I actually played with the idea of continuing this as an Interactive story on writing.com, but eventually decided to stick with the short story style.

Enjoy :)
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:iconthelostdigger:
I was hoping for the genie to start enjoying it, and share Amanda's obsession.
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:iconi3reacl:
~I3reacl Jul 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Nah, the bipolar character-setup works better for this.
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:iconprofessormangle:
Oh, I don't know, It could be fun if Amanda wished the genie would learn to enjoy it...
And yes, a wish to be 18-25 years old forever seems to be in order.
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:iconi3reacl:
~I3reacl Sep 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Or at least a wish not to be 90 years old anymore :P

I'm not really a fan of drastic personality change, but let's see how long I keep this little "series" running. Who knows, maybe the genie might even get nice on her own sometime? ;)
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:icondrakonis90:
So will there me a part 3?
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:iconi3reacl:
~I3reacl Jul 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I answer with a clear "maybe"
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:icondrakonis90:
Yay! Possibilities!!
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~jeffthefish Jun 30, 2012  Student Writer
I would agree with many of the other readers. I personally prefer a more jubilant ending rather than a dark twist, with a synical bit of humor at the end to compliment, but still positive and sexy nonetheless.
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~I3reacl Jul 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Well I don't really see the ending as a "dark twist", but more of a joke. Was completely aware though when I wrote it many would dislike it.
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:icon10012:
Loved this story, mostly because I'm a big fan of female genie+expansion stories. The end had an interesting and unexpected twist (a bit of a turn off though). Hope Amanda will get back at the genie. Also, I'm concerned about her "every day-birthday" wish. What happens when she runs out of birthdays?
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~I3reacl Jun 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Good question. Maybe they'll just start over again? Or Amanda wishes for eternal life? Or the genie just assumes Amanda will get over 1000 years old^^
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:icon10012:
I think it would be wise of her to wish to be eternally in her prime years, so the genie would have a harder time twisting the wish. Doubtful that she'd like to have a large chest on the body she had at the end forever.
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~I3reacl Jun 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
That might do, but she should better describe exactly what she sees as her "prime years" ;)
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:iconleafbladie:
Nice story, will you continue it? Also, is the genie not allowed to directly kill her master? Finally, if her master was gone, but never wished the genie's breasts away, would she have to keep them until someone else wished them away, or could she get rid of them anyway?
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~I3reacl Mar 31, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :) I will most likely write a sequel one day, but it will probably take while before I start working on it.

I don't know, and haven't thought about it yet. I make up the rules for the genies as they are needed. So as long as this questions aren't relevant for the plot I'm afraid I must leave them unanswered.
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:iconleafbladie:
Well, I can't wait for it. Also, I feel like the genie should watch out. Amanda has infinite wishes, and some smarts, like knowing to wish for spinach.
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:icon10012:
Good point.
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~SMB64 Jul 5, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I think about 20 year is better than prime.
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:iconjobeyonekinobe:
Great story, though I'm not really liking the ending to be honest. Then again that's probably because it's the end and I have to wait for your next epic story.
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~I3reacl Jun 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Or maybe you don't like the ending because it involves a young attractive girl turning into an old woman^^
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:iconjobeyonekinobe:
Well yeah, that much is obvious:p
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:icont-danger:
Awesome story! This was a really fun read, with loads of great humour thoughout. The Genie's snarky reactions to Amanda's lunacy were pure gold every time.
And of course, the growth scene was excellent.
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...that's weird. the only way it works is if it's downloaded.
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~I3reacl Jun 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Okay, I can see it now. How about you?
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