Mark had a love of antiques, and he loved finding weird out of place things. He’d always been weird and out of place so he felt a strong kinship with these weird out-of-place things. Some of it he sold, some of it he didn’t. And In a couple of years after graduating high school, his apartment had turned into a weird mish-mash of themeless nick-nacks.
There was a part of him that did want the normal life, but he lacked a desire to date, and kind of was just coasting, hoping that perhaps fate would drop his perfect match into his lap.
Fate had something else in mind for him.
It was an unassuming lamp. Made out of shaped metal, with some very very basic electrical wiring spooled through it to plug into a socket. Something that looked...more ordinary than his usual fair, but...he wanted it. Something about it spoke to him.
This is what brought him to sitting in his weathered old armchair, rubbing it down with a dust cloth and some restorative solution
Before he knew it the lightbulb rested inside the lamp flickered and flashed a couple of times, defying the fact it was most definitely unplugged, there was another bright flash, blinding Mark and having him drop the lamp in shock.
A mist slowly slithered away out of the lamp, forming into a new form. Mark rubbing his eyes could only blink and stare in disbelief.
“Ah...oh fuuuuck” The woman bent and cracked her back as she stretched “it must have been...what year is it?”
“Uh..2022..” Mark answered in confusion “Where did you come from
“1969…..” The woman poked at the air. She was barely dressed, a pair of panties and a bra clinging tightly to her form as she continued to mentally calculate “fifty-two years...fuck” she swore casually and ran a hand through her hair
“Wh-where did you-”
“Shhh…okay need to do an evaluation on me” she looked at herself “okay still female...still American looking”
“Uhm.”
“Right!” she declared “So..you rubbed my lamp. I’m a genie. I’m not supposed to be female..or anything really but my magic imposes my form into something that's supposed to be pleasurable for my master to look at. Yes, you get three wishes. I can’t bring anyone back from the dead, I can’t impose your desires onto others because of free will, yes, I can kill someone you don’t like, but I Can’t bring them back, please don’t make that wish I really don’t wanna have to be in a monkey’s paw style story. Any questions?”
Mark was confused “So...Uhm...I…”
“Yeah I know it’s a lot. Trust me I’ve been at this a long time, Like...I could give you some free ideas if you want...I mean..”
Mark shook his head “like...So this is real?”
“You need proof?” The woman, proceeded to snap her fingers, the underwear she wore proceeded to turn into something a bit more, modern in form, panties thinning out and shifting around into a thong, tight jeans that rode low on her hips pulling up around her legs as a tube top pulled around her chest “There...all squared away...most of my magic kind of pulls from your subconscious desires so...thanks for the wardrobe I guess”
Mark stared at her, mouth hanging open slightly before he pulled himself together. “So I can wish for anything?
“As long as it doesn’t really impose on free will in a permanent way..or kills anyone..though the killing thing is for my benefit and your sanity so...yeah”
Not really thinking seriously in the moment Mark pondered out loud“So like…I wish I could get a blowjob then”
There was a moment of hesitation before the genie stood up, popped her neck, and snapped her fingers, her top and shirt dissolving into the air, walking with a sway in her step she slowly kneeled down and pulled Marks's legs apart. His body was instantly reacting to her touch, the feeling of her hands on him sending electric tingles directly into his cock.
She pulled his cock out, tugging his pants down to his knees, popping his hard length into her mouth, tongue whirling around and slowly beginning to lube it up with her spit,
Mark watched in awe, toes curling slightly as he watched her go to work, the circular pleasure of watching a hot woman go down on him arousing him more and more. A breathless “holy shit” fell out of his mouth.
She pulled off with a pop, licking at his length before diving back on and bobbing her head up and down rapidly. Eventually, the pleasure mounted rapidly for Mark and he found himself grunting trying to hold back before orgasm hit him, cumming in her mouth as she looked up at him with a smile, pulling back and swallowing the cum in her mouth leaving his cock polished and wilting.
“Always the sex, that's the first wish.” She laid back on the floor, her top coming back into reality “So... what's next? Or do you need a minute to figure it out?”
Mark sat there, stunned at what had happened. He’d wasted his first wish on a blowjob. It wasn’t even that long. It was enough to make him feel angry at himself, he tried to think of a new wish but all he could think about was the tingling sensation in his balls that craved more of that.
“Jesus fuck.” He mumbled, rubbing his temples “I’m not on a time limit am I?”
“No, not at all. Do you mind if I get something to eat, it’s been half a century since I last had a decent meal?” She got up and looked around
“Uh..yeah, the fridge is over there” he mumbled. “Don’t you normally go back in the “
“I Can’t go back in the lamp until you make your wishes, you're stuck with me Mark”
“How did you know-”
“The lamp hooked into your subconscious.”
“Do you have a name?” He asked curiously
“What do you want me to have?”
“How about Ramona?” He inquired
She nodded in confirmation “Ramona it is” She smiled before turning to walk toward the kitchen area “I’m just gonna help myself.”
He nodded confused. He began to pace. “So how many more wishes do I have.”
“Just two” she called back from the kitchen “As I said. “What the heck is this bottle with the chicken on it?”
“Sriracha sauce” He followed after into the kitchen, she was bent over rummaging through the fridge giving him an eyeful as her jeans clung tightly to her ass leaving little for him to imagine.
“I swear. I wish I could look at a body like yours all the time” He suddenly caught himself and panicked “NononooI didn't mean that!”
“Suddenly everything shimmered and his body went numb and tingly as he felt his clothes suddenly go loose and baggy. He felt absurdly light and short. The whole room seemed bigger from his decreased height, his hands reflexively grabbed his chest he looked down past the outlines of the new huge tits that were now his as well as Ramona the genie “What the fuck?!” He gasped reaching down to the empty space between his legs, shivering as he felt the sensation of his fingers rubbing the lips of his slightly moist slit
“You’re the one who wasn’t thinking much about how your said things dude”
“How the heck do you know that word?”
Ramona gave a shrug in response “kind of picked it from your mind..lamps sort of psychic? I don’t know how to really explain it other than magic and the whole being a genie and shit”
“Then why can’t you just grant the three things I desire most?”
“Not that kind of psychic, duh.”
“Can I get an undo?”
“You got to wish for it, bro” she grinned as she spoke with the new modern vocabulary that she’d picked up.
“Son of a bitch” he cringed at the way his voice sounded with the new feminine timbre. “This is so not how I wanted a genie encounter to go”
“Hey, you could have just taken like, 5 minutes to think about it and maybe it would have gone better for you. “ She said…
Mark grumbled and pulled off his ill-fitting shirt now tossing it to the floor, marveling at just how identical to ramona he was now
“So...you don’t go back into the lamp yet?”
“Oh hell no, I’m free until the wishes are used up..then I go somewhere else.” she then suddenly blinked “Which is where I have to ask if you’d be willing to take your time with this, cause I kind of wouldn’t mind seeing what the modern world is like right now.”
Mark sighed. “Okay...so like, what are you wanting to try then?”
Ramona finally pulled a jar of pickles out of the fridge, pulling one out and munching down on it. “I don’t know what do two sexy girls get up to on a late night on Friday”
“I don't know. Get fucked up at a bar or a club I guess?” He answered before suddenly going “wait, no, fuck no. We aren’t going out. First of all; I don’t even have good clothes to go anywhere, second. I don’t have a fucking id for this body so I can’t fucking go anywhere they serve beer, and most fucking importantly, I’m a god damned woman and I have no interest in staying this way for any longer if I can absolutely help it”
“Well, you’re no fucking fun” Ramona pouted “Well how about this” She snapped her fingers, both of their outfits suddenly manifesting into tight-fitting black leather pants and matching red tops. “I’ll give you these freebies” She snapped her fingers again, a pair of purses dropping down over her arms before she unslung one from over her shoulder.
He grumbled and took the purse looking through it, seeing a new ID with a picture of his new body with the name ‘Riley’
“Think they’d buy that”
“Again..not doing it” Mark shoved the id back into the purse and tossed it away into the living room “How about this. You and I just stay here, and we hit my case of beer?”
Ramona rolled her eyes at that “fine..fucking party pooper”
He then bent over to the fridge and pulled out the beers “As I said..fuck you I’m not going out.”
Ramona grinned and suddenly smacked Mark’s ass “fine with me, but you and me better have enough fun for at least ten of us”
“We’ll see what happens” He handed over one of the cans of beer, cracking it open.
Ramona followed suit, opening hers and motioning for Mark to toast their cans together “Then to a night worth half a century”
Mark cautiously reached up and tapped his beer can to hers “To one night..worth half a century”
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Mark suddenly woke up, surrounded by the cold marble of a toilet, hearing someone yell out “Riley?! Riley?!” he retched one more time, feeling the contents of some sort of mystery meal spill out of her throat and mouth.
He stood up and stumbled backward out of the women's room stall, head-spinning while trying to unravel the past…. “What the fuck?!” he slurred looking at the mirror and then pulling his phone out..eleven p.m.?!
He turned around and found himself being kissed by Ramona, his body tensed and then relaxed slowly as her body pressed against him, a moan as She rubbed a hand along her body. Mark felt hot and couldn’t focus all too well but pushed Ramona back with a groan “where are we?”
“Oh you’re heads cleared..we’re Uhm...some club you pointed us to”
“I didn’t..” he shivered, distracted by how hard his nipples were. “Didn’t wanna go to the club”
“It was your idea”
“Fuck, my head”
“Riley..c’mon..we got some studs waiting on us...I think we’re gonna get lucky.” She suddenly kissed Mark again, a dizzy wave washed over him as he felt himself slide comfortably into Riley’s persona, the strange magic and the buzz of alcohol muting the concern about getting back to being a man again. He’d make the wish in the morning...She just wanted to ride the buzz “I can’t even remember the last time I got to formic-fuck someone, especially those two hotties out there”
Riley purred and returned the kiss full-heartedly. Eventually let Ramona tug her by the hand out to the floor where they danced across the floor to a booth.
Riley started remembering the two hot men that had started hitting on them, a redhead and a taller black man. The two of them very interested in her and her ‘twin’
Riley felt a degree of self-consciousness. Mark was straight, but right now she felt a hot burning tingle in her loins as all she could think about was stuffing her throat with one of these guys’ cock.
Ramona was saying something. She wasn’t paying attention. Then one of the guys said “I got a limo out back, I think you two would love it there”
Riley was already rubbing the bulging groin of...Ray? She couldn’t remember what he’d said his name was, were black men named Ray? She just needed him to fuck her right then and there.
Eventually, he turned to kiss her, their lips hungrily colliding as they both made out. Everything was going muffled again. She knew Ramona was talking, but…
The limo. They were in the limo again.
Riley had lost her pants and was kissing Ray again, the sounds of Ramona’s moaning filled the air, she looked to her right down the limo and saw Ramona had stripped now, riding her man's stiff cock, the length shinning in the light of the limousine as she bent forward into a doggie style position, her man never losing his grip on her hips as she went wide eyes with how deep he was hitting “Oh fuck I needed this!” she moaned as her tits bounced freely, her mouth hanging open wide”
Riley felt a pang of jealousy as she kissed her...Mark was still drunk out of his mind..but she needed this so bad”
She finally lowered herself on that cock, feeling it plunge deeper than anything she’d ever felt in her life, she began rocking back and forth slowly then riding it enthusiastically
“Oh..oh oh oh! Shit..oh right there” she gasped, her mouth hanging open “oh god I wish This could last forever”
“Oh god, what?!” Ramona let out a shocked gasp as the magic suddenly flared from her body, and a bright flash of light-filled Riley’s vision.
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Riley and her twin Sister Ramona kissed each other on the couch, their bodies buzzing and naked. This was one of many quiet lulls in their lovemaking.
The both of them idly stroked each other's titties, occasionally moaning, compelled to never stop their dirty sexual actions.
They couldn't see the people watching them. As far as the former man and former genie were aware they were always just in this strange mansion.
But to the people watching Ramona and Riley were the newest sensation in porn streaming. No one knew where they’d come from, what studio they worked for, but they just always showed up, their videos uploading regularly every other day on an exclusive website.
Neither one seemed to mind, or even care that the magic had warped reality, leaving them permanently in a strange demiplane forever bound to one another. No, they were far more interested in making sure they were always cumming, and always making sure they satisfied whatever hot stud or slut visited their home.
Mark was assumed to have just vanished. It was a big world, and people go missing all the time. People searched, and eventually, it was assumed that he didn’t want to be found. Which...was true, if he were honest. Not that it had been his initial intention.
Proving the old adage..be careful what you wish for.
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