Gabriel Kent (once Spencer, but now back to Kent) lifted her face out of her legal text and shook her head. How long had she been out? Tracy needed feeding a little past midnight, and I know I put a cup of coffee in the microwave around one AM.

The coffee cup sat in the oven and the clock read quarter to three.

“Shit!” she swore quietly. Almost two hours wasted. This test is the last one. My last chance! If I screw this up, I can kiss my shot at getting a decent job goodbye and still have fifteen grand in student loans to pay back.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Why did I have to get knocked up by an asshole?” She retied the belt on her bathrobe and got up to heat the coffee for the third time when someone knocked on the apartment door, louder than the knocking that woke her up.

Who the hell? It’s three in the morning!

She straightened up, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and walked to the door, wondering if she should risk answering. It could be important. It could also be a home invasion, and in that case, she had nothing to steal. Five years and two kids ago, she would have been a prized rape victim, but these days….

“Hello?” she asked, flipping on the hallway lights.

“Hey baby! Open up!” said the voice of a complete stranger.

She reached out and snapped back the dead bolt before she even realized it. What the hell am I doing? The guy’s probably blasted out of his mind and at the wrong suite! Gaby stopped herself before undoing the chain and then, for some completely insane reason, pulled her compact out of her purse and checked her makeup.

“Makeup?” she mumbled, taking a closer look. The bags under her eyes were gone. So were the pudgy cheeks. She had her purse hanging from her elbow. She wore her favourite sweater from high school, but the pink Angora had been ruined years ago, shrunk in the wash. Even full size, it couldn’t possibly still fit.

It did fit. Snugly. It hugged a small, firm set of tits that reminded her of her glory days when she could charm the pants off anyone, but even back then she needed a bra to make them look nearly this good. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Or a shirt. Just the sweater and a pleated miniskirt—the one so trampy that she now understood why her mother hated it. At the time, she’d liked it because it showed off her legs, and Martin loved her legs. Martin was an asshole, she’d learned two kids later, but he had great taste in legs.

My god. It’s like I’m a teenager again and going out on a date. At three in the morning. With an exam the next day. In stripper heels. She balanced herself with a hand on the wall and raised one foot for a closer look. Where the hell did these come from? I didn’t even wear stuff like this when I was a stupid slut.

She did a double take and dropped her foot. Holeeyyy! My legs look amazing. That settles it. I passed out studying and I’m still asleep.

“Gabriel?”

Just watch. I’m gonna open the door and it’s going to be Fabio or something. She disposed of the chain and opened the door. It wasn’t Fabio. It’s some geek trying to dress up like a stud muffin. What the hell? What the…?

“Fuhhhhh!” she jolted, almost cumming on her feet. Pleasure tried to drive her to her knees. She looked at him again. High school. One of the nerds who shadowed her crowd, but something about him just set off every bottled-up yearning.

She glanced over herself in the mirror one last time to see if she was ready to date such a god and froze. Her cute, firm teenaged breasts no longer fit snugly. As she watched, they filled out her sweater and stretched the V-neck, presenting a view unlike any she’d managed even with her most extreme push-up bra. She gaped, horrified for only a moment before she realized her super sexy nerd liked them. He loved them.

So she loved them, too. The fact that they weren’t hers didn’t matter one bit. That they didn’t seem done growing yet wasn’t an issue. Her tits were nice and round, like she’d gotten those big bowl implants that seemed popular these days, and the longer she looked, the longer her nipples got.

“Fuck! Fuck me!” she said, She looked down into her cleavage, dazed as the fluffy yarn stretched further and further until it gave up and popped open, her spectacular new boobs fully on display for their mutual pleasure. She turned to her waiting stud, boobs rocking side to side, and did something she hadn’t done since her cheerleading days: Leapt into the air and wrapped around her guy, grinding her pussy against his hard cock. For added measure, she dripped with need and screamed, “Oh, take me! Take me! I need you so bad.”

Tony stumbled and spilled the topmost quarter of his drink when the blonde popped out of nowhere beside him.

“Greetings Master!” she chirped, the huge smile on her face making the blonde look like a puppy out to please. The hat and clothes screamed Halloween, Genie, or prank, and Halloween wasn’t for months. That left prank.

“Who put you up to this? Donna or…?”

“Silly Master! No one put me up to it; there are just these simple rules: You rub, and I come!” She winked at him, then added, “To grant wishes, of course.”

“OK. I’ll bite. Where’s your lamp?”

“That’s a rather sad story,” the mock Genie said. “See, my lamp was melted down and used to make a run of 1988 pennies. I had to pick one to move into—and let me tell you, the smaller accommodations really suck—and now that penny is in your wallet.”

“You’re kidding me!”

Her gauzy attire floated up off the ground with her. She stopped, but the transparent silk did not, instead forming a pink and red cloud dense enough to ward off complete nudity, but not by much. “Does it look like I’m lying?”

“Well, you’re certainly flying,” he said studiously examining her legs. Whoever set this up put some money into it because the babe was too hot to be a freebee and the flying gimmick couldn’t be cheap.

“Nice, huh?” asked the Genie, rotating slowly to give him a good all-over look. “I had to lose one cabinet of clothes, but I got this thing called a ‘Stair Stepper’ to fit in the living room. It really helps keep me in shape.

“Anyway, when you paid for that last drink, you rubbed my penny, so here I am!”

“I rubbed your penny?”

“Ohhh yeah,” she cooed. “You really rubbed me the right way, baby. Mmmmm. I’m still wet. If you want to wish me into bed, I’m game.”

“Right. Where’s the camera?”

“I couldn’t decide whether to go with the light brown hair or the Barbara Eden look, so I read your mind and went with…” the girl floated to the ground, her brown eyes widening. “Carmen Luvana?”

Holy shit! thought Tony, looking at her face more closely. That’s exactly who she looks like, just with her hair in braids and wearing about a mile of silk!

“Good grief!” said the Genie, down at herself. “What did they feed that poor girl? Where in the heavens is the ‘porn star?’ Oh. No wonder I’m so fucking horny!” The Genie’s lips pursed into an ‘O’ of surprise and she cupped a hand over her mouth to hold further nastiness in. “This won’t do. Not at all.

 “Well, this certainly explains why your last relationship ended the way it did,” The Genie admonished. “Lusting after fantasy women like this!” She swept her arms down to show off “this,” and her light garment blew open to put it on better display. “Oops!”

“Right,” said Tony. What kind of whacko’s going to hire a stripper and ambush me in a pizza parlour? What kind of stripper would take the job, knowing she’d likely get arrested?

He pointed over to Cam and Jase, both of whom were staring in amazement at the blonde, and asked, “Would you like to join me and my friends at our table? I’d like to get to the bottom of this.”

She blinked, her head bobbed, and Tony found himself seated beside the self-proclaimed Genie and across the table from his friends. Everyone, excepting the genie stared at her gap mouthed.

“What?” she asked, smiling back. “Did I grow an extra head?”

“We…. You….” stammered Tony, feeling seriously ill.

“You were just over there.” Cam, an unfortunate looking fellow clad as though he wished to be a male whore, pointed with a shaky hand back in the direction of the pizza buffet.

Jason, the bespecled geek saved from himself by a tasteful girlfriend, sat silently and stared—mostly at Tony, but every now and then his eyes would glance over at the Genie’s exceptionally perky tits.

“And now we are over here because Master wanted to sit with his friends!” She flashed her super smile again and then, as Tony gurgled, added, “But now I can see that this was a mistake because instantaneous transportation has upset Master’s stomach. Don’t worry, Master, it happens to almost everyone.”

Tony swallowed, forcing down a mouth full of vomit. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on yet, but something told him that puking on the blonde would be a very bad idea. Bowing to the inevitability, he turned his head away and made ready to heave his guts out.

But all for naught. Her head bobbed, driving away the dizziness and nausea. His head cleared instantly, muddled now only by the effects of having consumed three pints of beer in the past hour. Having the right thigh of one extremely hot woman pressed against his left muddled the beer. The Genie turning slightly and squishing rounded breast against his arm as she fussed.

“Please allow me to introduce myself, honoured friends of my Master! I am Genie!” She turned back to Tony and gushed, “Would you like another beer, Master? More Pizza? Oh. Oh dear. Master is aroused! We have to take care of this right away!” Her head bobbed and she vanished along with his pants.

“Uh, what? Where’d…?”

“They are properly folded and laundered, Master. Do not worry.”

He looked down at the voice just in time to get a peek before his head snapped back in response to a tongue tenderly caressing the head of his cock.

“Master? May I make it feel better?”

“What…?” he moaned, images of Genie’s pink lips locking around his dick and her head bobbing for an entirely new reason. “Sure….

“Oooooh fuck!” She stroked upward, and his body exploded with pleasure. His head snapped back, narrowly missing the person seated behind him, and he thrust his hips upward, pumping his cock into the Genie’s hand and stubbing his cock on the bottom of the table repeatedly.

Anguished disappointment filled her face and her cum-coated hand shot up to cover her mouth. “Master! I am so sorry!”

“’Sok,” Tony mumbled, still too busy shuddering with bliss-filled aftershocks to have felt the bruising he’d given himself.

“No. It is not OK. I must fix that up straight away!” Feeling the traces of goo her hand had left around her mouth, she licked her lips.

“Hmmm?” Then she noticed the sticky fluid on the back of her hand and a strange expression crossed her face. Finally, a smile won out.

“Master, I think you came!” she said and daintily licked a strand from her fingers. Her eyes glazed over almost instantly and she began to suck the remainder off, moaning.

“Your penis is still hurt,” she said, looking dazed. “I must kiss it better.”

She nodded her head and vanished. Along with his pants, it turned out as she shoved his legs apart and, with little ceremony, swallowed his cock, putting her bobbing head to very good use. Muffled cries of pleasure rose from beneath the table.

Tony looked across the table at his incredulous friends and then shook. He couldn’t stop himself from gripping the side of her head with the palms of his hands and trying to slow her down before he—

“Ungh!” He shot off her mouth. And kept shooting. Her keening moans decayed into gurgles and his cock pumped like it never pumped before, firing out blast after blast of hot cum. It poured out of her full mouth, down his shaft and pooled between his legs before building into a lake and waterfall to the floor.

Finally, it ended and his dick sagged.

“More,” the Genie gasped after swallowing a last mouthful. “Need more. This is all your fault, Master! You and your fixation on dirty, naughty women. I love it! I love cum! I need more cock!”

Her tongue swiped up the length of his member, rolled around the tip and then slid back down. “I can not believe you’re making me do things like this!” She paused for a few seconds while sucking on a testicle. “I have had perverted masters before, but never one like you. They always wish for bigger cocks—oooo, please let me stop thinking naughty words like that—except for that Japanese fellow who wanted tentacles.”

The Genie purser her lips around the head and slowly pulled him in, gleefully massaging with her tongue and mouth, occasionally moaning, until he once again reached full erection. The whole time Tony looked over the table, too dazed to say anything, at his friends. No one said much for a while.

Finally, Jase spoke up. “This is some sort of joke, right? This who you dumped Donna for?”

“They teleported, Jase,” replied Cam.

Jase shook his head. “Some sort of illusion, Cam. We weren’t really paying attention anyway. Genies don’t exist!”

“Man, you couldn’t pay anyone sane to do this in public. Who is she really, Tony?”

Tony just moaned.

“Did you enjoy that, Master?” chirped the Genie under the table. “I did! I made you all hard! Oooh! If only you were better endowed so I could show off my Master’s virility.”

“Bigger dick,” groaned Tony, writhing in his seat as the magical slut teased his cock to the boiling point and pulled back. “Wish I had—”

“Whoa,” Cam blurted. “Three wishes, man. Don’t fuck it up!”

The genies hand gripped Tony’s shaft lightly as his unconscious hip thrusting stroked him up and down. He shook. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Bigger dick. Like… fuck.”

His cock surged in her hands. “Ooooh! Bigger. Please! More! Genie love cock!”

“Like almost a foot,” he moaned, through clenched teeth.

“You can do better that that!” She ground her breasts into the elongating shaft and flicked her tongue across the tip. “I need more co— Uh, my Master needs to be bigger and better. Better than everyone!”

Cam watched his friend hump and twist, thrashing as though in agony. Then something clicked. “Tony! Jesus, man! She’s got you thinking with your balls. Wish for infinite wealth or something!”

Unfortunately for Cam, Tony was too far gone. “Bigger than a foot. Big. And wide. Three inches.”

“Yessss!” the Genie sighed, her movements just as exaggerated as her sex toy’s. “Oh I love fat cock! Give me more!”

“Fff-fuck!” he shouted, almost standing to rub his cock against her harder. “Three ana half across.”

“Ohhhhhh,” breathed the Genie, the table jumping as she threw her head back into it. She didn’t make the same mistake twice. “Master! So big! Mmmmm! Yes. Yes!”

Tony collapsed back onto his seat as the entire world focussed in on his groin. The Genie’s hands squeezed his testicles as his dick throbbed, pumping cum directly into her mouth.

“Who needs money?” asked the Genie a few minutes later. She turned her upper body and head around to look Cam in the eyes. Sated lust warred with the need for more and harder sex-play and cum ran down her chin and neck. “When you can fuck anyone you want whenever you want with just a wish?”

Tony looked down at the Genie’s handiwork. It wasn’t hard with it sticking up past what remained of the tabletop.

“Holy fuck!” shouted Jase. “Half the  table’s gone!”

“Why would he want money when he can have a night of pleasure with me?” Her head bobbed again, this time to take Tony’s immense cock into her mouth. Regardless, her clothing vanished.

Jase and Cam watched incredulously from behind her as the blonde’s hands wrapped her large boobs around Tony’s shaft, rubbing them up and down as she hummed.

The Pizza Palace employee also staring at the tit-fuck couldn’t have been more than twenty.

“What the hell?” she asked slowly, her face going red.

“Hush,” said the Genie giving a head toss in the intruder’s direction. “You’re disturbing Master.”

Tony Looked at her, horrified at being caught, but only for a moment. One, the girl was pretty hot—flat, but a great body—and he had a Genie. “She’s not that disturbing, Genie, I think she should hang around for a while.”

The Genie looked at her Master oddly for a second, then her whole personality seemed to change. She looked over at the waitress, this time without anger at being interrupted and with a whole load of new lust. Lust which seemed to transfer directly to the other girl.

Swayed on her feet, the waitress looked confused for a moment, then her eyes became a dreamy mix of languor and excitement. She gave a sexy-hungry smile and drawled, “Hey guys.”

“Hey, uh, Lucy,” said Cam, reading her nametag.

“Master likes Tabitha better,” interrupted the Genie.

“Who’s Lucy?” asked the waitress with the shiny, new nametag.

Cam blinked. Her tits might not have been all that big, but under that recently swapped “Your Server’s Name Is Tabitha,” a nipple displayed itself with pride. A similar bump on the right side of her chest balanced her off. She traced Cam’s eyes downward and grinned.

“Like ‘em?” she asked, teasing the black top upward.

“Oh yeah,” said Cam. “Gonna take it off for me?”

“Yeah,” said Tony. “Take it off.”

“Hey,” said Tabitha, “what sort of girl do you think I am?”

“A hot babe who is proud of her tits,” answered the Genie with a nod.

“Well, it’s not like it’s doing much good anyway.” Crossing her arms and lifting, Tabitha pulled her Pizza Palace shirt up and paused. She and the Genie shared another glance.

“Oh hell. You can pretty much see everything already.” Up and over went the shirt before dropping to the floor. A too small bra crushed a modest pair of tits into her chest until she snapped the clasp on the front and let it join her shirt. When they bounced free, they looked much fuller than they had before.

She shrugged. “Hey, I’m flat, but I have a great ass.” She turned to the side and posed, bending slightly to make her butt stand out further. “I wouldn’t normally do this, but you really set the tone here, Blondie. God. I’d kill to have tits like yours.”

The Genie looked about to say something, but she choked it off and merely nodded.

Turning further to get a better look at Tony and the Genie. “Wow. That’s, like, implants, right? Penis extension? Cuz that’s fucking huge.”

Tony cast a glance downward and, for a moment, looked as though he questioned his first wish, but the Genie smiled up at him and the feeling passed.

“All natural,” Tony said with pride. “Want a taste?”

“Supernatural,” amended the Genie, leaning back to give Tabitha a good look at her toy’s enormity, but not halting her play. Her hands took over, directly manipulating Tony by wrapping both her dainty hands and entwining her fingers to complete the circle.

Tabitha’s head moved up and down watching the gliding hands. She hungrily licked her lips. “How on earth are you going to fit all of that? Or any of it? That thing’s bigger than a pop bottle!”

The Genie winked. “I will manage.”

“Oh-kay,” said Tabitha, shrugging and turning back to Cam and Jase.

Cam choked on his beer. The nice, small boobs with the perky nipples he’d been admiring seemed to have grown another cup size in between ogling glances. They actually jiggled as she turned around and, if anything, her nipples were even more prominent.

She looked at Cam staring at her tits in wonderment and said, “You know, it’s kinda cute the way you look at me. It’s nice to meet a guy into small boobs for a change. Up for a lap dance or something?”

How far could he push this, Cam wondered. Obviously, the girl was horny and the Genie had messed Lucy-Tabitha’s sense of morals up—big time—but…. “Wouldn’t you get in trouble?”

“Of course not,” said Tabitha, pointing at the advertisement painted on the door. “Not on Tuesdays.”

To Cam the sign was backward, but he knew what it was supposed to say, and that made translation easy. “All you can eat pussy. Tuesdays 7-10 PM”

He looked around. The roaming staff were getting down with the customers and showing off why the Palace had gotten in trouble with the city’s equal opportunity policy time and time again. The servers were all female and all foxes.

He looked back at Tabitha and sat back in shock. Her tits had doubled in size again, sitting high on her chest and projecting as though held in place by a tiny invisible bikini. She looked like some sort of amateur Internet model showing off her wares.

“Your breasts… Bigger.”

“Yeah. I had to do something! Fiona’s tips went way up after she got hers done, so I figured Double Ds or bust.” She giggled at her pun and wagged her shoulders to make her tits jiggle. “I’ve been thinking of getting out of the waiting business, anyway. Think I could be a stripper?”

Cam’s focus shifted up to her carefully made-up face. He tried to get a reading from her impish grin before deciding on, “Not a problem. Ever thought about being a porn star?”

“Not really,” she replied with a boob-bouncing shrug. “Sexy’s one thing, but sex is….”

Tony and the Genie both nodded and Tabitha’s thought process seemed to derail suddenly, leaving her standing dazed. Her expression flip-flopped a dozen times in the span of a few seconds, and then she shook her head and flipped her brown hair back. “Sex is… pretty good. Right now it would be really good.”

The Genie giggled and went back to sucking off Tony.

Tabitha twitched and her eyes widened before rolling upward and finally fluttering shut. She licked her lips in response to some secret fantasy. “Come to think of it, porn wouldn’t be that bad. Pay’s good.” She climbed on the half table and spread her legs suggestively. “And there are other benefits. Like lots of fucking. Donno why I never thought of it that way before. Guess it’s because I’m just so… so horny!

“I-uh. Yeah.” Before his eyes a once cutye, ordinary girl had transfored into a busty slut and now she was curling into the fetal position to strip her panties off. What started as plain white cotton had become damp, red and lace before the panties reached her knees.

“Ye-yeah,” she said, squirming with need. “Why just tease when you can have it all? Get those pants off. I wanna fuck.”

“She’s right,” said the Genie, lifting her head out of Tony’s lap and gazing directly into his eyes. “I cannot help myself any longer, Master! I have to fuck you. I live to serve, but pleasing you means I must please myself. And I need to cum really, really badly! Please make me cum for you! I cannot—” She took a deep breath. “I can’t take it any more!”

No longer playing the passive, she pressed Tony against the bench with one hand and stood. The other hand lined up his colossal cock and she pressed her opening against it and slowly sat down, taking him inside.

Tony took his turn at eye rolling as she parted around him. She managed the first few inches despite the impossible tightness, moaned, and then slid down further. Tony couldn’t keep his eyes off her, be it her face all screwed up with pleasure and exertion, the tremendously stretched pussy, or the wide bulge in her taut belly moving leisurely toward the bottom of her rib cage.

She traced the outline of his cock through her abdomen and carefully rose. “So full,” she gasped. “Don’t you wish we could do this whenever we wanted?”

“Yeah,” he gurgled.

His cock halfway in Tabitha’s warm, wet body, Cam froze. “No! Tony don’t! She’s—”

The genie looked over her shoulder and met Cam’s eye. Then she nodded. Tabitha squirmed. She rolled her hips around, drawing him in deeper. He couldn’t help himself. He thrust. Her pussy pulsed. Heat and electricity suffused him as he bottomed out.

“Never mind that,” Tabitha cooed, rippling the muscles in her vagina rhythmically. “I’m with her. I wanna fuck you forever!”

Cam tried to focus, tried to keep his mind on Tony, but Tabitha’s measured movements were simply too alluring. Her legs locked around his waist, pushing and pulling and grinding. The sounds she made filled his ears. Her body tensing and relaxing filled his eyes. The world drifted further and further away with every second and every stroke.

“A night?” shrieked Cam, snapping out of the Tabitha trap at the crashing sound of one word. “Tony, you idiot! Man, we could have had way more than a night!”

“Would you like more than one night?” asked the Genie.

“Damn straight!” said Cam.

“Never let it be said that I am not accommodating.”

“Life,” groaned Tony. “Fucking. Passion Sex. Women of dreams.”

“Who’s dreams?” asked the Genie moving in ways that made it impossible for Tony to think. “You need to be specific.”

“I wish… my friends and me wild sex… with women of our… dreams.”

The blonde, self-proclaimed Genie had crammed what looked like half a baseball bat’s worth of cock up her snatch. As if the rest of the evenings events hadn’t been enough, that one act convinced Jason that strange things were afoot, and now Tony had burned his second wish making sure he’d have a great time.

Wondering again why he was even here, other than to console Tony over the loss of his girlfriend—a loss that seemed to mean nothing to the horny bastard—Jason looked around in amazement at the damage caused by one dick-ruled guy, one Genie, and three wishes.

The pizza bar down the center of the Palace showed no signs of having ever existed. In its place sat an elevated platform, a runway, with regularly spaced poles. Sliding, gliding, and spinning around the poles were the regular waitresses, but as Jason watched, they discarded their uniforms piece buy piece and changed.

Taller, thinner, tanned, pale, darker, blonder, none remained untouched by the Genie’s whim. Some came away spectacularly fit and the others emphatically curved. The palace had always hired good looking women, but when the Genie finished with them they were all exotic dreams made flesh.

Each girl danced to the same music and each made the song her own in a different way. Some used gymnastic prowess, others used their bodies, and one dancer had eschewed the pole entirely, instead using stunning, Riverdance inspired footwork. Red hair surrounded the Celtic dancer in fire as she stepped rapidly, hopping and stomping with only her large breasts jiggling on an otherwise tight body.

She met Jason’s eye with her own set of green twinklers and smiled invitingly. He smiled back and then looked away, but nothing safe presented itself. The blonde Genie rode  Tony. Even from behind, Jason could see her huge tits bouncing up and down with every movement of her gorgeous body. Tabitha lay on the remaining half of the table while Cam enthusiastically rodded her out. She looked at Jason almost in pity, then her eyes rolled up in their sockets and she bucked her hips into Cam and howled loudly.

Jason finished his drink and wondered why he didn’t just leave before something really bad happened. Not that the world couldn’t deal with one more strip club. Not that parts of him weren’t enjoying the scenery, but he’d made certain promises to a certain someone.

“Hey, this looks like party central,” said the red and green Riverdancer. “Up for a lapda—”

She snapped upright  so fast that she almost fell over when she realized that what she’d thought was very up-close and personal dancing from the big-titted blonde wasn’t mimickery at all. “What the hell is going on?”

The tabletop sex caught her attention, or rather one of the participants. “Tabby? Omigod! When did you get back? Your tits look fabulous! What are you doing? You’ll get fired!”

“Fiona!” gasped Tabitha, sitting up. “You have got to try this!”

“What? Sex?” she said with a toss of her head that sent red hair flying. “Been there.”

“On a table at work?” Tabitha panted back between Cam’s thrusts.

“Hey, babe,” said Cam, eyeballing her surgically enhanced chest. “Take that skirt off and join in. Jase’s missing out.”

“Actually, I was about to leave,” Jason half said when something else caught his eye. “Oh my god,” he whispered, staring over Tony’s shoulder.

“Hey stud,” said a sensuous voice over the Genie’s mumbled, “Goddess, moron.”

“Melody?” Jase gazed in awe at the bikini model who’d graced his wall most of the way through high school. She stood real as life in the red, erection inducing, string bikini from the poster. She posed, weight on one leg and an enthralling glint in her eye, just like the ancient photograph, and showed no signs of the decade of wear she would have accumulated. In fact, the only differences between the portrait and the reality were the backdrop of the Pizza Palace (Pussy Palace, now) and the visibly erect nipples poking through the tiny twin triangles.

“Melody Summers?”

“Hi, Jase! I hear you have a picture of me in your bedroom. That’s so hot!” She reached behind her neck and untied the bow holding her top up. “But it’s too PG for someone your age to masturbate over. So here’s something new to wet-dream about.”

Jason’s tongue flopped out of his mouth as the bikini flopped forward and her fabled 32-B breasts sagged only slightly.

He stared for a long time, drinking in her long legged and bust beauty. His cock strained at his pants, harder than they’d ever been. “No. I can’t do this. I’ve got Judy, besides, Melody’s married—Jack Rogers, third base for the Angels.”

“Talk some sense into him, Master,” said the Genie.

Master just grunted and feasted on the Genie’s perky breasts.

“Fine. Fee and Tabby, amuse each other. Cam, take Jake aside and talk to him.”

To Jason’s utter horror, Cam obligingly pulled out of Tabitha and, juices still dripping from his erect cock, grabbed Jason by the collar. “Come on buddy.”

“Amuse each other?” repeated Fiona. “Uh, right. He just stopped… Doesn’t anyone else here think this is just a bit odd?”

“No,” said the blonde. “So why don’t you relax and experiment a bit?”

“Oh-kay,” said Fiona. “Uh, so who was the doctor, Tabs?”

The genie shook her head in dismay as the two waitresses sat down on the vacated bench and chatted about their surgical experiences, eventually roping Melody into the discussion.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Cam pulled Jason in close for a strategy session.

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can. She married after the implants, and this is clearly Melody before the implants. Man, she looks barely out of high school. Judy’ll never know, and you’ll never get another chance at this.”

“I’ll know.”

“Jase, you’re wasting one of Tony’s wishes.”

“Nope. The way I see it, I swing by Judy’s place, spend the night with her, and the wish still holds.”

“Hey, if he’s already seeing someone, that’s OK,” said Melody, standing. “It’s cute, actually. If you two ever break up, call me. It’s been fun chatting, girls, but I gotta go. Thanks for the info on the implants. Now I just have to decide on just how big I want to go.”

“I better be going, too,” said Jason.

“You’re letting her get away, man,” warned Cam. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Stupid? I’ve got a girl I can trust and I have a lot in common with. So what if she’s not a red-hot lay?”

“Jason,” called the Genie, “I have a wish to fulfill. One way or another, you are fucking that body senseless tonigh—”

The Genie bucked suddenly, her head snapping back to stare in wonder at Tony. “Aiii-yeah! Oh yeah! Oh Goddess! Yes! Master!” shouted the Genie, bouncing violently on Tony’s cock. “Oh Master! You are cumming inside me! I can feel it! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh yes!”

Everyone stopped to watch as the Genie bent backwards far enough to snap a mortal in two. Her screams of “Yes!” grew louder and higher pitched until the windows cracked and the lighting exploded in a shower of glass. Then she pitched forward in a boneless slump.

“Ow. Goddamn!” mumbled Jason, covering his ears.

“They OK?” asked Fiona.

“I think she’s still breathing,” answered Tabitha after a quick visual inspection. She poked the Genie and received a muted, “Again, Master, do that again,” in response.

“I would kill to have someone do that to me,” said Melody, breathing heavily and slack faced with lust as she gazed at Jason.

“I volunteer,” said Cam, popping a hand in the air.

“I’m going home,” said Jason, shaking his head. “With luck my hearing will be back next week.”

“Spoil-sport,” Melody said. “Why are the good ones all taken?”

“I volunteer,” said Cam, jumping up and down waving his hand.

“Relax,” said Fiona.

“No! Keep doing that,” Tabitha demanded, her eyes locked on the bobbing, semi-flaccid cock. “Better still, get over here. I’m not done with that thing yet.”

“Master?” asked the Genie, looking up and around with glazed eyes. “Master? Wake up master.”

Tony rolled his head forward off the back of the bench and straightened it up with a loud pop.

“I think everyone is planning to leave, Master.” She stood up, rising slowly until Tony’s cock came out with a deep slurp and another loud pop. She sat on the half-table looking cute, then grimaced and pulled her cum-soaked hat off and threw it away.

“Yeah.” Tony yawned, looking around in the darkness. “Time to bail from here. The bench is killing my ass. Hey, Genie, can you pop us into a nice comfortable bed somewhere?”

“I’d be honoured, Master!” she said gazing at him coquettishly while stroking her pussy and feeling herself up.

‘Whoa,” said Cam. “What about the last wish?”

“Cam, look at her.” The genie writhed on the table, mouth wide open and gasping as she pawed one breast, alternating between squeezing and pulling on the nipple. “I’m her master. She’ll do anything I say, and she’s hot to get laid. There is no fucking way I’m going to use that last wish until I’m too old to enjoy her.”

“Is everybody ready?” asked the Genie.

Tony nodded. “Yu—”

With that, the three friends and the Genie vanished.

“Weird,” said Fiona. “I have no idea what was going on, but I think that blonde chick expected us to make out when she said to entertain each other.”

“Yeah.” Tabitha grinned. “As if strippers just fuck each other to kill time.”

“We’re servers,” said Fiona, a peculiar expression on her face. “Not real strippers.”

“Oh. I guess it’s all right then.”

Their lips collided with tooth-cracking force, but no teeth cracked so it truly was all right.

His head ringing, Jason picked up the phone and immediately regretted it.

“Jason!” shouted Judy loud enough to inflict pain on a man whose brain had not already been scrambled by a bit too much alcohol. “Thank god you’re home! I’m coming over! I was at work when all of a sudden….”

“All of a sudden what?” Last night had to be too much alcohol. That or something stiffer, because what he did remember was completely insane.

“I’ll be right over!”

Twenty minutes later, Melody Summers stood at the door wearing something sensible but totally ill-fitting. “I, uh…” she started.

At first, Jason was horrified. Then last night snapped into clear focus and anger took over.

“Jesus, Tony!” Jason snarled. “Let it go! I’m not cheating on Judy.”

“Tony? What’s he…? He did this? How? God, I was totally freaking out at the doctor’s office, but look!” Melody took her wallet out of Judy’s purse and pulled out her driver’s licence. Judy Forster’s licence. Sure, the picture was Melody, but all of the information said Judy. “I changed… and no one believes me!

“Look! All of them!” Card after card, photo after photo, had Melody looking like an idiot dressed in clothes several sizes too big. Inside the apartment, the photos on the walls were of Jason and Melody. The scrapbook contained Jason and Melody. The picture beside his monitor had lithe and slender Melody Summers falling out of Judy’s much too large bikini. Hidden in his closet, the aged and battered poster unrolled to a new inscription. “You so getting lucky! Xoxoxo, Judy,” it now said in place of the more generic, “Hey stud! Xoxoxo, Melody.”

“I thought you were going to throw that away!” said Judy her hands on her hips and her head cocked to one side exactly as in the poster—minus the bikini, of course.

“Uh…”

“I guess it’s OK, now,” she said, blushing. “Sort of. You’ve been retroactively whacking off over a picture of me for years…. My god. How long have you had that picture, anyway? Eight, nine years?”

“Twelve?” Jason guessed. “I bought it when I was thirteen.”

“Well, it’s very prophetic,” she replied, shrugging and allowing her blouse to drop until it caught on her boobs. Judy looked at her boyfriend and gave a goofy grin. Then she bunched up excess shirt in her fingers and tore it open, sending buttons flying.

Holding her top wide open, she rolled her shoulders back to make her boobs stand out more and give Jason the best of all possible looks as she followed his resulting physical response with a growing smirk. “This is probably just some silly dream, but so what? Tonight we are going to have the sort of sex we’ve only cybered about.”

“What if this doesn’t last? Tomorrow you could be back to normal.”

“So what? Tonight I’ve got it. I’m going to use it.”

“I’d rather have you,” he lied.

“Oh yeah right,” Judy said with a laugh. “One way or another, this body is fucking you senseless tonight, so get your ass in bed while I, uh, go to the lady’s room and take care of a few things.”

“Oh my god!” Judy burst out laughing again a few minutes later, this time from inside the bathroom. “I’m, like, totally bald downstairs.”

“Goddess!” rang the voice of the Genie.

Awakening shortly after two AM with an erection that felt almost twice the normal size, Cam wasted no time pretending the previous night had been a twisted dream. He checked out the equipment in the bathroom straight away, fondling it and maintaining the hard-on, but going no further.

Why waste time jacking off, he wondered, when I can have the girl of my dreams?

The Genie had everything set up for him already. The phone book fell open to exactly the right page, the right clothes were all laid out, the elevator was on his floor, he caught nothing but green lights, and he slipped into his dream girl’s apartment building behind  some guy who’d had a bit too much to drink.

He knocked on her door, waited and then knocked again a minute later. So she wasn’t waiting with baited breath for him. It was three in the fucking morning and the….

“Hello?” mumbled a voice muzzy with sleep, but one he’d recognize anywhere.

“Hey baby! Open up!”

After the briefest of pauses, the deadbolt snapped open and a chain jangled. Then silence. A deep breath.

“Gabriel?” he asked.

The door swung open and there she stood just like he remembered her in pink and blue with the sweater tighter than tight clinging to the best damn rack in the whole school of 8000 people. Clear plastic platform heels he’d only dreamt of her wearing elevated her tiny frame enough that he’d barely have to bend over to kiss her and forced her into a posture that made her drool-worthy legs rate an entire orgasm to themselves

Her face looked perfect, exactly the way he’d always imagined it: An awesome mix of bluing, blush, dark eyelashes, pink lipstick, and insatiable hunger. She shivered, her blonde hair swaying and her blue eyes twinkled. She looked like she didn’t know what had hit her and she really, really needed to get laid.

Then her breasts started growing, first pushing against her top noticeably, before the round buttons on her fuzzy pink sweater slipped through their holes revealing more and more. Gabriel stared at her reflection in a mirror by the door, and Cam stared at her in person as she writhed and gasped in ecstasy. Several times she reached up to cup her expanding tits, but each time pulled back at the last second as though not wanting to spoil his view. It wouldn’t have. His dick wanted nothing more than to see her long, thick nipples poking through between her fingers as she felt herself up.

“F-fuck!” she whimpered, looking down into her the shadows between her chest-dominating mounds. “Fuck me!”

The sweater finally gave way and fell open and Gabriel quaked as though cumming at the sight of her lovely breasts. No longer contained, they spread apart, sitting high and full in spite of their size and providing a perfect natural cleavage. She steadied herself, turned rapidly to make her boobs bounce, and looked him over top to bottom. Then she leapt on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and ground her small body against his, kissing passionately and screaming, “Oh, take me! Take me! I need you so bad.”

With Gabriel still clinging to him, Cam walked into her flat and looked around for some place to put her down and get busy, but her place was a dump. His balls ached, but banging Gabriel was the ultimate end of a life-long dream. Her new super boobs with the huge, “I’m so horny I can’t help myself”-sized up-thrust nipples were gravy.

“I’m gonna fuck you in style, baby,” he told her, grabbing her purse and heading back down to the street and his car.

“No! Yes! Now! Forever!” she moaned, breathing in sharp gasps. In the car, she couldn’t sit still. The Genie had really delivered! His ultimate dream woman couldn’t keep her hands off him. Fighting with buttons the whole way, she stripped his chest, kissing the whole way down as he drove. Fingers assaulted his belt and jeans and she quaked with ecstasy when she finally freed his cock and buried it in her mouth. Her head bobbed, the blonde hair making it oddly reminiscent of the Genie, and before long she forced him to pull over lose control of more than his cock.

Her mouth dribbling cum, she giggled vapidly and then went back for more.

He threw the door open and flipped on the lights before picking Gabriel up and carrying her in.

“Huh. Left a light on,” he said spotting the illuminating rays pouring out under his bedroom door. Cam reached out to push it open, but before he could it swung inward to reveal the silhouette of a woman packed into a garment far too small for her.

“What the hell?” He flipped the hall switch to balance the luminosity and saw, “Mom?”

Clad in leather straps and ill-fitting spandex, his fifty-something mother looked like at least a dozen of his worst nightmares rolled into one and then twisted a few steps further.

“Cameron! Put that hussy down and clean your room! This is a disgrace!” Her hand came out from behind her back. A whip uncoiled, then lifted. Gabriel went white and tried to scramble out of his arms and back out the door.

 Cameron would have helped her if not for the snap and the biting pain as leather dug into his neck. As his mother pulled him into his bedroom, it occurred to Cam that nightmares were dreams too.

“Sex before marriage!” Mom howled, reeling the two lovers in. “I raised you better than that! Have you made provisions to take care of her children? No? I didn’t think so! Well, we can’t let the poor dear go home unattended….”

Viciously wielding her whip and a strap-on, his mother screwed his dream girl into orgasm after orgasm while directing him to specks of dust and grime infesting the hidden crevices of his otherwise immaculate room. As he finally blacked out from exhaustion and pain his last thoughts were, Dream, yes. Sex, yes. But, man! We were robbed!

“This isn’t my place,” said Tony with scarcely a glance. “It’s—”

Donna was waiting for him. One look and his heart lurched. His cock surged.

“Tony?” she said. She said his name.

Oh god! She loves me!

“Tony? What are you…? Kerry?”

“Pretty good joke, huh?” said the Genie.

“So he’s my sex slave?” asked Donna after the recap. “Is this what you and Laura meant by getting back at him in the coffee shop?”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t use the word ‘slave.’ It suggests that he has no choice, but Anthony can say no… if he wants to.”

“But why?”

“You still want him, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but….”

“No buts. You want him or you don’t. Anthony wanted a wild night with the woman of his dreams. I just changed his dreams a little. And his stamina. And I made his dick a little bigger.”

Donna looked down at the throbbing mass in Tony’s pants and gulped. “A little?”

“Oh, that’s not even hard yet. You’ll like it.”

“Uh. OK.” She shook her head and shivered slightly. Her eyes dipped back to Tony’s crotch and felt a quick thrill. Maybe I will like it. He’s hung like a horse!

She licked her lips as her mind began to swim, filled to overflowing with all of the different ways she could play with a cock that size. She squirmed. “Uhm. Yeah.”

She didn’t notice her hair lightening and lengthening and she scarcely noticed anything else until she gave into temptation squeezed a full breast through the pink, boob hugging lacy top. She blinked her blue-highlighted eyelids, and relaxed as she drifted into a sexy haze, her eyes settling into a languorous, half-closed, hungry stare. She couldn’t have wiped the “I’m horny and wanna fuck” smirk off her face even if it weren’t true.

“Yeah…” She couldn’t get the wondrous sensation that would accompany Tony’s stiff cock up her ass out of her mind.

To be honest, she was out of her mind. Donna tore into Tony’s pants with frenzy not to be matched by the sane and did her best to choke to death by sucking his oversized cock into full erection.

 “You go girl!” said Kerry, unwrapping the remaining Genie gear. “This role-playing thing’s fun, but I’m a busy goddess and need to get moving.”

“Tony, that beer you were wishing for during the dull meeting at work? It’s in the fridge, so that should make us about even. And Donna, next time you go digging through someone’s computer, don’t get so irate over their secret porn stash, OK? It was hidden for a reason.”