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The genie from the milk bottleThere weren't many people who could open a door with their feet, but Amanda was one of them.
Holding the key between her toes the young woman put it into the keyhole, bending a little backwards. She had to be careful nothing would fall out of the box she was carrying in her arms. „That was a good day", she said to herself, looking at all the plastic items, cans and other garbage she had collected. „I can make a lot out of this stuff!"
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The genie from the milk bottleThere weren't many people who could open a door with their feet, but Amanda was one of them.
Holding the key between her toes the young woman put it into the keyhole, bending a little backwards. She had to be careful nothing would fall out of the box she was carrying in her arms. „That was a good day", she said to herself, looking at all the plastic items, cans and other garbage she had collected. „I can make a lot out of this stuff!"
With little effort she tilted the key around, opening the door. Her apartment looked like one would expect it from a 24-year old woman, maybe a bit larger than the average. The greatest difference be
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- by ~I3reacl, Feb 6, 2011, 1:57:46 PM
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There weren't many people who could open a door with their feet, but Amanda was one of them.
Holding the key between her toes the young woman put it into the keyhole, bending a little backwards. She had to be careful nothing would fall out of the box she was carrying in her arms. „That was a good day", she said to herself, looking at all the plastic items, cans and other garbage she had collected. „I can make a lot out of this stuff!"
With little effort she tilted the key around, opening the door. Her apartment looked like one would expect it from a 24-year old woman, maybe a bit larger than the average. The greatest difference between Amanda's apartment and any other woman's however was not the size, but the unique decoration she had put into it: All over the room sculptures were scattered, mostly portraying women in dubious poses with unnaturally large breasts. Some of them were not larger than a fingernail, while others were above life-size. They were all made out of garbage like plastic bottles, metal cans or even gum paper, and painted in the most glaring colours.
After throwing her key into the room – she could pick it up later – Amanda slipped back into her sandal. She entered her spacious apartment, closed the door with a swing of her hip, then went straight to the TV table. Going down on her knees she put the box in her arms onto the glass plate, the only surface in the room free from any sculpture. „Now let's see what we got here", she said, searching through the box. Though her hair was rather short, some of the blond strands still fell onto her rectangle glasses. Repeatedly she tried to blow them out of her sight while she put rusty cans, broken blanks and other rubbish out of the box to her right side, onto her pile for useful stuff. The whole time she was murmuring to herself, making comments about each item like „I can use this for a leg" or „This would look great if painted pink."
The pile for useless stuff to her left side stayed empty as usual.
Browsing the box's contents Amanda spotted a milk bottle on the bottom. „Ah, there you are!", she exclaimed, pulling it out of the box. She had been searching for an intact milk bottle like this for weeks with no luck, but today had finally found one on her daily route through the city dumps. „But you're a little dirty, aren't you?" she noted, taking a handkerchief out of her large trousers. As she rubbed the dirt off from the bottle, Amanda believed to see a small pink gleam inside it. „Is there something?", she wondered, pulling the bottle closer to her face. There seemed to be a small gem inside, or at least a splitter of glass. While she was staring through the glass, another pink gleam appeared on top of the bottle.
Amanda's eyes then grew very wide as she saw that pink smoke was steaming out of it.
With a loud shriek Amanda dropped the bottle, quickly crawling away from it. The pink smoke continued to ascend into the air, slowly forming a spiral cloud. Just as no more smoke came out a bright flash suddenly enlightened the entire room, blinding Amanda for a second.
Once she regained her sight she thought to be hallucinating.
Above the table, right inside her apartment, a dark-skinned woman was floating through the air. Her black hair was tied into a long ponytail, a big strand covering her right eye. Golden rings, one shaped as the sun and the other one as the moon hung from her ears, which for some reason were nor round, but pointy, like those of elves from generic fantasy stories. With her wide yellow pantaloons, pink banana shoes and the small purple top, this woman looked like she came from the ancient Orient. She seemed to be around Amanda's age, and was quite pretty as she found, having a clean face in company to a decently shaped body.
Her left eye was looking down on Amanda, glaring at her in a mixture of boredom, annoyance, and to a certain degree, apathy. „I am the genie from the milk bottle!", the woman began to speak, sounding like she had to force the words out of her mouth. „As a sign of gratitude for freeing me from my bottle, I shall grant thee three wishes!… And so on and so forth, you know this all from the movies."
Amanda was still sitting on the ground, staring open-mouthed at her strange visitor. It took a while before she regained her speech: „Y-you're the genie from the…um, milk bottle?"
„Yeah, from the milk bottle." The woman put her hands on her hips. „My lamp broke, and I didn't want to live on the street, 'kay?"
The situation was overcharging Amanda. She shook her head, took her glasses off, cleaned them, rubbed her eyes, even slammed her hand against her forehead.
No matter what she did though, the floating woman didn't disappear.
Slowly, Amanda stood up again, putting her glasses back on her face. „Wow… So you are-?"
„Yes, I am a real genie", the woman interrupted her „You can believe your eyes. Now could we get to business already? I have an eternity to spend."
Though Amanda was still dazzled, her mind slowly began to digest the situation. „Amazing", she whispered, unable to take her eyes off the unusually clothed visitor. „Is that silk?"
„Polyester. Silk's a pain to wash."
„Oh... but couldn't you just clean it with your magic?"
„Oh yeah, of course." The genie rolled her eyes. „We genies don't need washing machines or other inventions to make our life more comfortable. We have nothing better to do then cast spells all day, cause it's sooo simple to bend reality and break the laws of nature."
„S-sorry", Amanda stuttered, blushing slightly. There was an uncomfortable silence. The genie inspected her pink finger-nails, while the young artist looked up to her with gleaming eyes. „So… you can grant me any wish I want?", she finally asked.
„Pretty much", the genie replied. „As long as it doesn't involve anything impossible, illegal, or spinach."
Amanda frowned. „Spinach?"
„Long story, little time." The genie then noticed Amanda still stared at her in wonder. „Please, could you snap out of the 'Oh my god, it's a genie!'-phase already and state your first wish? I'd like to go back into my bottle and finish my manicure."
Now that the shock faded, her guest's unfriendly behavior started to annoy Amanda. „Well, first I wish you would be a little bit more friendly!"
The genie sighed. „Oh great, looks like I stumbled into an incredibly sensitive master..."
„Didn't you hear what I said about 'friendly'?"
„And didn't you hear what I said about 'impossible'?"
Again silence, this time mixed with tension. „Why are you in such a bad mood?", Amanda finally asked, crossing her arms before her chest.
The genie didn't reply at first, staring down at her master with dark eyes(or rather one dark eye, the other one was still hidden behind her hair). „Sorry, I didn't want to be mean", she suddenly apologized to Amanda. Her voice had this lethargic undertone again. „It's just this whole genie-business always goes the same: First, you state a wish for something totally trivial and unimportant, either because you don't believe I'm a genie, haven't realized your possibilities yet, or are just stupid. Then comes an exceptionally selfish or selfless wish, like world peace, fame or money, and you enjoy for a while what seems a perfect life to you. But when you stumble into the first problems, when things are a little off from what you expected – bada-bing!, you wish you had never found me, and I wait another couple of centuries until the next mortal finds me and repeats the circle." She wasn't looking at Amanda anymore, but stared with empty eyes into the distance. „I've been granting wishes for more than three thousand years, but there isn't one that still effects the world: Columbus really found America instead of India, Napoleon chose not to rule the entire world forever, Einstein didn't turn into a genius…"
„Huh? But Einstein WAS a genius."
„You should have seen the guy before he took his wish back." Back in her cynicism the genie looked down at Amanda again. „So, what's your ridiculous first wish?", she asked. „A sandwich? Some giddy toy? Or since you're seem to be an artis-"
„Grow your boobs!"
There was an odd pause again, Amanda's word hanging in the room. „Eeeeeexcuse me?", the genie asked, raising an eye-brow.
„You know, your breasts!" Amanda put her hands on her small chest, cupping it slightly. „Tits, milkjugs, melons, whatever you call them - just make them bigger!"
For the first time in centuries the genie was lacking a response. „I shall turn myself into a blown-up barbie-doll?", she eventually brought out.
„Yes!… Well, you don't need to overdo it", Amanda quickly added, noting the genie was glancing at some of her sculptures. „Keep it at something manageable, but still above the average. Oh, and make yourself as sexy as possible: Round and full with a firm hold, but soft to every touch, and very bouncy!"
The genie didn't move a muscle, staring absently at her master. For a second, Amanda feared she had overdone it, and that she would be turned her into a pile of dust. After a while though, the genie slowly lifted her arms up to her chest. „As… thy wish."
Clapping her hands together the genie closed her eyes, Amanda watching as a golden twinkle surrounded the spirit's body. A warm feeling build up inside the genie's chest, while at the same time hr whole body was shivering slightly. Moved by an unseen force her breasts suddenly began to rise up, gradually turning firmer. Her whole bosom prickled as it slowly lifted itself up, the strong stand creating a small cleavage. As her modest mounds reached their maximal amount of firmness, a strong power surged through the genie, her stern expression slightly wavering at the upcoming sensations.
Sighing at the dullness of her situation the genie then felt her already form-fitting top was growing tighter, the pressure inside it gradually rising. Wide-eyed Amanda watched as two rounding bulks appeared beneath the genie's clothes, the short top rising even higher as it was filling with flesh. In addition to its size the genie, felt her chest's sensitivity was also increasing, sending goose-bumps over her skin. With clenched teeth she tried to choke the feeling down, concentrating on the visual effects of her spell: Inch after inch was added to her bustline, the genie sporting a pair of full grapefruits after a few seconds. The neck-hole of her top was steadily pulled down, bit by bit uncovering her ballooning meat buns. Slightly at first, then more and more noticeable the two women could hear the genie's top being stretched, its purple fabric turning paler the larger her bust grew. Accompanying the cleavage her breasts now started to look out at the sides of her top as well, showing off the firm roundings of her bosom.
Amanda's attention was completely drawn to the genie's growing rack, the young woman watching as the top overflew with flesh. Her eyes were itching, but she refused to blink even once in fear of missing anything. As the top continued to tighten around her body Amanda noticed the genie was making a painful face. Gulping down the spit in her mouth she wanted to ask if everything was all right. Before Amanda could say a word though a loud snap suddenly echoed through the room: The genie's massive knockers jolted a little inside their small hold, her cleavage abruptly increasing while a pink holder fell out below her rising top.
„Genies wear bras?", Amanda asked in surprise.
„No, we let our breasts sag cause we like stiff shoulders", the genie responded, pulling the bra out of her top. A pair of healthy double D's greeted her as she looked down on herself, growing ever larger. Including their sides she guessed about 40 to 50 percent of her breasts were revealed, tendency rising. Her top was so ridiculously tight, one could have mistaken it for her skin, the fabric rising up towards her bosom. Nearing its limits the first seams started to give in, slowly dissolving at the area around her nipples. Glancing over to her master, the genie could see her… „enjoyment" increasing the lighter her cover became, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
This couldn't go on like this: Wish or not, she wasn't a zoo animal people could gawk at! Seeing Amanda was still focused on her bosom, the genie secretly clapped her hands behind her back. A slight sparkle surrounded her top, the strained fabric changing to a more elastic material. „Did you just do something?" Amanda asked, looking sceptically at the (slightly) looser top.
Again the genie clapped her hands. „Just added a little firmness", she replied, her chest slightly sparkling beneath her top. Invisible to Amanda a new bra formed around the genie's chest, cupping her soft assets. With the new support the stiffness in the genie's shoulders began to weaken, a small smile hushing over her face. It quickly vanished though as the strain in her top reminded her she was still blowing up, her breasts nearing the size of her head. The bottom ends of her top and breasts mutually approached each other, the genie watching in fear her breasts would soon look out from below her top as well.
She could almost feel the load falling off her mind as the growth slowed down, until finally coming to a halt. Another huge relief was that despite the enormous size of her breasts, her head still remained the largest part of her body, though the difference was rather slim. Between the holders of her top a large V-neck displayed cleavage down to the middle of her bosom, while on its sides one could take a generous glance at her ample roundings. She could not see beyond her enormous bustline, but the genie felt her top was ending just below her breasts – it would probably take little to lift it up. Her theory was then proving right as she took in a deep breath, creating a small under-cleavage in the process, before her top sunk back after she let out an exaggeratedly long sigh.
„This easily tops all first wishes I ever granted", the genie mourned. Taking her eyes off her disgustingly blown-up bosom she glanced over to her master, who seemed like she could explode in joy any second. „There! I've turned myself into a bimbo, just like you wished. Now speak out your other two wishes so I can go back to normal!"
Staring at the genie with lustful eyes a mischievous smile spread over Amanda's face. „Patience, my dear, patience…" The young artist walked over to the table, the genie watching as she stepped on it. Looking up, Amanda saw the spirit was still a few feet ahead of her. „Come closer!", she demanded. The genie sunk down, until her breasts were directly in front of Amanda's face. „Wow, can you read minds?", Amanda asked, liking what she saw.
„Theoretically I could, but it wasn't really hard to guess what you want." Hovering before her eyes the genie let Amanda get a close-up view on her vast cleavage, rolling her eyes as the young artist almost stuck her nose between her breasts. She threw them right back on her though as a pair of hands touched her bosom. „H-hey, wh-what are you doing?", the genie yelled, watching and feeling as her master stroke her chest.
Amanda grinned up to the startled genie. „Just checking you didn't cheat", she replied, the spirit wincing a little as Amanda's hands slipped below her top. Instead of touching a firm pair of breasts though Amanda's, fingers were sliding over even more fabric. 'When did she summon that?', Amanda wondered while she dug her hands beneath the bra. Finally she got a grip on the genie's glorious orbs, and felt their gorgeous firmness with her own hands. Moving her fingers proved to be quite a challenge under those tight clothes, but she managed enough motions on the full spheres to arouse their holder a little. „Seems like you pass the firmness test", Amanda giggled. „But are you soft to every touch?"
Opening her mouth the genie wanted to say something, but Amanda already pressed her hands into the mighty mounds. The mammary flesh poured over every side of the genie's purple top, Amanda's fingers sinking deeply into the luscious meat. Instead of a sarcastic comment a moan slipped through the genie's lips, her whole body twitching under the numerous sensations. The moment Amanda softened her grip the genie gasped in relief, her bust swaying in her master's hands as she tried to catch her breath.
„Hehe, now who's the sensitive one?", Amanda chuckled, removing her hands from the spirit.
The genie flew back a little, looking not very amused. „I see the master has a sense of humour that fits her obscure fantasies", she remarked, adjusting her top.
Amanda just stuck out her tongue with a smile, so far content with the results of her tests. „Okay, next the bounciness: Jump!"
Nothing happened.
„Um, I said ju-ump – and don't bring that impossible joke again!"
„Sadly, that's just what it is: Sorry if you didn't notice yet, but my body doesn't follow the laws of gravity. How shall I jump when I already float through the air?"
Amanda pondered about this for a moment. „Good point… Oh well, then we have to do this the old way!" A sly grin on her face Amanda jumped forward, grabbing the genie's shoulders as she bumped into her. Taken by surprise the genie was thrown backwards, so both women were falling towards the ground. She hit the floor forcefully with her back, groaning in pain, while Amanda landed on top of her. She was shoved right into the spirit's boobs, contently noting the wobbling meat balls were bouncing against her face through the fabric. Amanda pulled her head out, smiling as she watched them jiggle. „Yep, you held your word!"
After Amanda got back on her feet the genie lifted herself into the air again, putting a hand on her back. „You're lucky the genie codex forbids me to harm my master in any way, except he wishes for it."
Amanda just giggled, smiling upon the genie's massively sexy bust. „All right, now it's my turn!"
„Turn for what?", the genie asked, pulling her top down again. A thought then crossed her mind. „Wait, you mean…?"
Amanda nodded, pointing her chest out. „Exactly!", she said. "I just wanted to test it on you to see how it looks. Also," she added a little sheepishly, „I heard genies are quite mischievous, so I was scared you'd do god-knows-what to me when I state my wish."
„Which I wouldn't do to myself, of course", the genie concluded.
„You got it!", the young woman grinned, showing her perfectly white teeth. „Make mine just like yours, only a little bit bigger – and by 'little', I mean as much as my spine can take!"
If there had been ground beneath her feet, the genie would have tapped on it now. „I turned peasants into kings, put together the most unlikely love couples, even stopped some of the bloodiest wars in history, and you want me to make your breasts bigger?!"
„I'm humble, okay? Now give me a killer rack already!"
The genie rolled her eyes. „As thy wish.", she stated, clapping her hands. „Gosh, they're so gonna laugh at me on the next genie meeting…" she murmured to herself, while a golden twinkle surrounded her master.
A pleasurable warmth settled into Amanda's bosom, the female artist shivering as it filled her entire body with delight. Closing her eyes she stretched herself like she was yawning, sticking her chest out from her body. The warmth was engulfing her entire bust, sending a bubbling prickle over it, Amanda utterly enjoying the comforting feeling.
In the middle of all the cushiness a sudden heat wave emerged from her breasts, forcing a gasp out of her. Without her doing her mounds began to rise up, seemingly lifted by an unseen force. As they reached their maximal firmness another urge went through her body, triggering a flood of sensations. Her bosom began to vibrate slightly, electrified by the heat and tickling. Though it became hard fo her to think straight, a devious smile formed on Amanda's face, all concentration focused on her chest as she waited for it to…
„GAH!" Throwing her head into her neck Amanda gasped once more. The rush inside her intensified, the heat in her bust becoming unbearable as it slowly began to move outwards. Eager to see her changing Amanda opened her eyes – and was quite surprised to see the genie's face hovering before hers.
„Just to be on the safe side: I didn't make such a ruckus, did I?"
„Nope, don't worry", Amanda laughed, feeling her breasts brush against her blouse. As the genie floated backwards Amanda's humble bustline slowly strayed off from her body, the young woman getting all giggly. Her top's loose fabric evened under her rising curvature, while the first folds of flesh began to roll out of her bra. She thought about taking it off for a second, but then she would miss the fun of blasting it off. Filling her blouse Amanda's modest mounds swelled through the citrus fruit zone, each additional pound widening the smile on her face. With gentle hands she cupped her breasts, goose-bumps forming on her arms as the fresh flesh flew into her palms, pushing them outwards. Though her bra and top hindered a direct contact, she could already feel the genie's magic working on her body, her breasts being alluringly firm while staying soft to her touch. The sensitivity caused her to thrum on her breasts, each little beat sending a small tingle through her body.
Unable to resist any longer Amanda fastened her grip, enjoying the feel of growth. Carefully and slowly she pushed her fingers into her little softballs, bruising the cups of her bra. Under their hard shell she could feel her bosom being squeezed by her hands, the small prickle multiplying in Amanda's mind, up to the point where she began to moan softly.
The genie just shook her head.
Letting go of her bust Amanda felt it slightly sway inside her top, noticing her chest had successfully filled her blouse out. Growing fuller and rounder her breasts were stretching the fabric of her blouse, steadily widening the gaps between her buttons. Meanwhile, large folds of flesh pourred over her bra, tightly pulling against its lock. 'Can't be long now' Amanda thought, seeing her way too small cups were holding back the progress of her bustline. The more flesh tried to escape the harder her bra dug into her back. The pressure was growing stronger and stronger, slowly suffocating Amanda as she gasped for air, lost in a mixture of pleasure and pain, trying to stay focused for the moment when…
Like from an distant place Amanda heard her own moan filling the room, drowning the snap of her bra. Staring up to the ceiling she felt the flesh streaming into her top, pushing its buttons to the limit. Each of her breasts had just exploded to the diameter of CDs, the gaps in her blouse wide enough for some cleavage. The new freedom caused her bosom to bounce in glee, not too heavily, but also not slightly, moving the broken bra that was stuck in her top.
Amanda panted a little as she caught her breath, but immediately gasped again once the button in the middle of her chest popped off. The genie watched it land on the ground, rolling around the room, while Amanda concentrated on the overflowing gap at the center of her bosom. With a lot more pressure her meaty pillows tried to escape through the small hole, their round shape growing more and more defined despite their severe limitations. Having no more room to grow into her breasts squeezed strongly against each other, the valley in her cleavage evening until it almost formed a line. On the point where her top was about to break apart the next button flew off with a bounce, granting Amanda another boob boost. Aside from more cleavage, now a part of her bra could also be seen inside the hole on her front. Amanda giggled at how tiny the cups now seemed in comparison to her breasts, looking ever smaller as her bosom continued to blow up.
Meanwhile, the genie had began to circle around Amanda, fighting a little with her new form. She watched her master's growth from every ankle, the side view granting an especially impressive sight on her proportions. As she floated behind Amanda, the genie could hear the next button popping off and remained for a moment: From the back, she could see Amanda's breasts lapping over her body, the firm roundings standing proudly to the side. Gulping a little she saw her master was still a bit smaller than her, a thought that caused the genie to glance down her own body. 'This is disgraceful!', she thought, her dark-skinned orbs straining her top with each breath. Whenever she took in too much air they pushed her top far enough for the fabric to rise above her bosom's bottom, which was quite often the case now as she was breathing rather hard in her anger.
Usually, she was too bored to play pranks on humans or „mistake" their wishes - but this time, she really, really wanted to pay this woman back! Raising her head again the genie guessed Amanda must have been roughly at her size by now. „As much as my spine can take" – the words still echoed through the genie's mind. Actually, she had intended to make her stop slightly above head-size.
Now that she closely examined Amanda's back though, the genie found it looked very robust.
'Well, she wished for it, and I have to obey.' Once more the genie rose her arms, smiling like she hadn't done in hundreds of years. 'I sure hope she hurries with her last wish though', she thought, feeling a small jiggle when she clapped her hands.
Though Amanda didn't take notice of the golden twinkle around her, she immediately felt it when her breasts suddenly grew faster, quickly conquering her front. The last button bid its farewell, sending out another wave of flesh that blew her top up. The open blouse was forming a wide V-neck, even deeper than the genie's, the space in it still cramped enough for her breasts to squeeze each other. As the pure orbs grew through the sports ball assortment, even their firmness couldn't make up for the weight they had packed on, slowly dragging Amanda forward. Leaning in a little the young artist put her hands under her bosom for support, but the sheer touch alone almost made her moan again. Fast and hard she dug her hands into the fabric, pushing her already revealing top over her nipples, while countless sensations overwhelmed her body.
Soundly enjoying the situation Amanda fell on her knees, feeling her breasts vibrate inside her palms. She tore her blouse completely apart so nothing would cover her full milk melons anymore, then put her hands right on top of them. Licking her lips, Amanda began to really enjoy her situation, up to the point where even the genie looked away with a blush. And her breasts still continued to expand, slowly overtaking G- and H-cups, going beyond the largest a woman could naturally grow to.Yet they kept their unbelievable firm- and roundness, the massive spheres starting to block Amanda's sight. Soon, she couldn't reach around them anymore, her hands slipping off as she desperately continued to grope herself. The swelling pounds also forced her steadily forward, her whole body shivering at the tormenting weight(and some other things).
In a last streak of reason, Amanda turned herself towards the TV table. She dropped her monstrous mammaries on the glass plate, throwing the rest of her body on top of them. Wobbling on her cleavage Amanda let her tongue hang out, feeling as the swelling spheres pushed her body up. The larger she grew, the more crunched the table under her weight, something Amanda couldn't hear though under own moans. The first cracks appeared as she entered beach ball size, Amanda being more breast than human by that point. Her body was already pushed off from top of her breasts, resting mostly on her knees again.
One last time she pushed her hands into the soft flesh, squeezing her bosom to a hourglass shape. A flood of tingling, prickling, tickling and thrilling sensations nearly forced Amanda unconscious, and a serious of increasingly louder moans out of her mouth. Once she released her grip on them the massive mounds rebound, the flesh bouncing all over the table, while the genie held her ears from the sound level her master produced.
As the sensation passed its climax Amanda let her head fall into her cleavage, panting from exhaustion. She felt her face getting slowly swallowed between her blowing breasts, the soft skin brushing against her cheeks. After a few seconds though she didn't sink any deeper, and figured her growth must have stopped. Raising her head a little she looked over her mammal mountains, for the first time realising the new dimensions of her body: She was truly enormous, beyond anything somebody could even achieve with a surgery, the bustiest woman in the world – and at the time the firmest, roundest, softest and bounciest. With a hard gulp she rose herself up a little, catching some breath to speak. „Wow… didn't know my spine could take SO much."
The genie hovered in front of her master's breasts, quietly examining her work „We genies take commands very literally" she eventually remarked, floating back from the beanbag bosom. With a hint of remorse in her voice she added: „Though I really may have taken it a bit over the top…"
„Oh, I'm not angry or anything." Beyond her vast bustline, the genie saw her master was patting her breasts, a wide smile on the face. „ In fact, I feel pretty darn good - thanks!"
The genie felt to be struck by lightning. „Craziest. Master. Ever.", she finally said, looking at her master in disbelief.
Amanda put her head between her breasts, caressing them like a new-born baby. „Us artists tend to be eccentric – you got a problem with that?"
„No no, I'm sorry." Floating on her back the genie crossed her legs, putting her hands behind her head. „I'll just be quiet and wait until you wish never you had never found me."
„Yeah, sure!", the young woman laughed. „Like that'll ever…"
A loud crack suddenly interrupted her, Amanda feeling as she fell forward. The table beneath her was breaking apart, erasing the last boundary between her bosom and the ground. Quickly the genie clapped her hands, making Amanda immune to the splitters. After falling a foot deep her breasts hit the floor, the splintering glass simply bouncing of her skin.
Speaking off bouncing: I guess you can all imagine what happened as she landed.
„So, you wanna go back to normal already?", the genie asked, watching her master go up and down.
It took almost a minute until Amanda's body had come to rest, now only moving from her constant breathing. „Nah, I think I'll just wish for a new table", she giggled. Amanda tried to stand up, but hadn't even rose herself an inch before she was back wobbling on her bosom. „Okay, maybe make them a little smaller - but this time, I mean little!"

# The genie from the milk bottle by ~I3reacl

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories©2011-2013 ~I3reacl
Mature Content
A BE story about a woman finding a magic milk bottle.
Genie stories are so classic, I just had to do one^^
Sequel: [link]
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~formthefemale Aug 14, 2013
original story! at last! i love it. very creative
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~mainka Jun 29, 2013
Die Erzählung gefällt mir. Vor allem wie das "Genie"-Genre auf die Schippe genommen wird, durch durchdachte unsinnige Wünsche
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~I3reacl Jun 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
Wow, vier Jahre auf DA und nun mein erster deutscher Kommentar^^
Danke sehr! Ja, ich hab versucht die Geschichte mit einem leichten Augenzwinkern zu versehen, einfach weil die Thematik etwas abgedroschen ist.
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~mvdr Sep 26, 2012
Fantastic breast growth description, and the interaction between the girl and the genie as personalities isn't bad either.
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~I3reacl Sep 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks
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~ProfessorMangle Jan 11, 2012
Great stuff, but you know what she should wish for? A stronger spine!
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~I3reacl Jan 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer
XD
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!mmiiccii Jun 12, 2011
loved it
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~bluenova25 May 9, 2011
lol, this was awesome ^~^
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~I3reacl May 9, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Thank you
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~SexyJin Apr 13, 2011
Awesome! Your quickly becoming my favorite BE writer here
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~I3reacl Apr 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Hehe, I'm flattered
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~airtankgirl5 Feb 7, 2011
Just wonderful, and I naturally identify with any characters named Amanda
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~I3reacl Feb 8, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!
I first wanted to make her nameless like the genie, but that may have ended a little bit confusing^^
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~Big99 Feb 7, 2011
I loved this story. Awesome job!
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~TheStoryWriter Feb 6, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist
loved it!
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~GuyoftheWeek Feb 6, 2011
Fun story.
Thank for sharing.
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~Rabukurafuto Feb 6, 2011 Writer
Yes, genie stories are simply classic. I must try one some day.
Excellent work. You really are one of the very best at describing expanding breasts.
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~I3reacl Feb 8, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
I just try to please me and my readers. Thanks
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~Royal-Starlord Feb 6, 2011
<_>
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~I3reacl Feb 8, 2011 Hobbyist Writer
^_^
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~gruntpocalypse Feb 28, 2011
-_-
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