The Genie

Every Saturday morning Nick had a routine. He woke up at eight o’clock, had breakfast (Cheerios with a side of buttered toast) and then went for a jog. This was at a time when most of the 9-5 people were still sleeping so he could run in peace. Since he was a short guy—standing at a mere five feet tall, he was self-conscious of his desire to stay in shape. What was the point? None of the ladies in his life would ever look twice at a shrimp like him.

But every Saturday after payday, he made a point to stop by Jennings Antiques, a store that sold all manner of odds and ends. He was first interested in this place because the vending machine just outside sold his favorite flavor of Powerade, but the girl he often saw through the windows made him take a deeper interest.

Her name was Beth and Nick considered her his dream girl. If he could write down the attributes of the perfect woman, it would be no words, but simply a picture of Beth. She was taller than Nick—but that wasn’t necessarily odd. It was how she carried that height that turned him on. Beth was confident and she often walked with her chest pushed out—he didn’t blame her. Any woman who had breasts like that deserved for the world to gawk at them. He often thought of her breasts at night, alone . . . in his bed.

Nick only went in the store when she was working. Her parents owned the place. He put Beth in her mid-twenties while her mom and dad were quite elderly. Most of the time they weren’t even around which left the whole sales floor to Beth. But, this was an antique store, not a gas station. Customers were sporadic at best. That meant that whenever Nick went in, he usually got Beth’s entire, undivided attention.

“You gonna buy that or are just gonna stare at it all day?” she asked from behind the counter that morning.

“What?” he asked.

“The lamp. It’s old and ugly. You can have it for five bucks if you want it.”

Nick was actually staring at Beth but there was a mid-sized lamp on a table just between them. It was old, probably half a century, at least. He thought it reminded him of something his grandmother would purchase to decorate her gaudy house. The whole thing was tacky but it could probably serve a purpose. Nick wanted to seem cultured in front of the girl he liked, so he snatched the lamp from the table and carried it to the counter.

“I suppose I’ll take it then,” he said, then handed her a five-dollar bill plus change from his pocket. He felt weird, exposed. A strange wind blew into the shop but he didn’t understand how because the door was closed. Nick felt a slight vibration in the lamp, not understanding why it almost seemed to hum . . .

Just then a trio of girls came in and Beth lost all interest in him. She gave him a receipt which fell to the floor because she’d been so hasty to get to her friends. Nick wanted to stay and chat but he didn’t want anyone else around. So, he took his lamp, thought about throwing it away in the alley next to the shop, then headed home.

On the way, he turned it over in his hands, inspecting the glass and metal details. It was rather nice, if a little dated. He looked into the rim and saw something wedged down inside but couldn’t make it out. There was a weight to the lamp and he didn’t think it was just glass and metal. When he got home, he’d try to find out what was hidden inside. It only cost him five bucks—he’d be fine with taking a hammer to it. After all, there could be money down there . . .

He placed the lamp on his nightstand and took a shower since he was so sweaty from his jog. After grabbing a bite to eat he returned to his bedroom and immediately began to smell smoke. Nick dropped to the floor to check his wall outlets, then stepped into the hall, sniffing like a drug dog. The smell wasn’t there—it was coming from his bedroom. He lifted the lamp and beneath it was a black ring where it had burned the desk.

“What the hell?” he said, then turned the bottle over. It was glowing red on the bottom and he couldn’t help but give it a tap, just to see if it was as scorching as it looked. There was no heat, but the top of the lamp began to belch out thick, black smoke. He started to cough but then he realized it wasn’t actually choking him—it was as if it weren’t even there.

And then, the smoke cleared, and he was no longer alone . . .

Standing just in front of his bed was a woman—perhaps the most beautiful one he’d ever seen. Her hair was long and red and shiny enough to remind him of fire. She was a short lady, probably half a foot smaller than Nick. Her skin was tanned and she wore a two-piece silk bikini that looked sexy, yet dated. Her style was certainly not contemporary.

She gave herself a stretch and said, “Thank you! I’ve been in that lamp for . . . well I’m not sure how long. Come here, you!” And then she reached out and latched onto Nick’s hand. He wanted to fight it off but her touch felt nice. Her eyes rolled back into her head, as if in some kind of trance. Finally, she separated, staggered, and fell against his bed. She fanned herself as if she’d grown hot and her face flushed a bright red.

“Fifty years? I’ve been trapped in there for fifty years?”

“I don’t understand. Are you a . . . genie?” he asked nervously.

She smiled, as if just noticing him for the first time. “I am, Nick. Call me Eve.”

“Okay, but . . . wait, how do you know my name?”

“I know all about you. I know all about this place and your time. I’ve been locked away for quite some time. I had a lot of catching up to do.”

“So what now?”

“I suppose I should thank you,” she said, then came forward. He fought the urge to back away but then she was on her tiptoes, pulling him close. She kissed him full on the lips and he felt his whole body tingling, but nothing so much as his dick. Her breath tasted wonderful, not stale as he figured someone in a bottle would taste.

“Thank . . . thank you,” he said.

When she pulled away he couldn’t help but notice how firm her nipples were beneath her bikini top. Nick’s face turned red but she looked down and made the same discovery. She looked back up, now biting her lower lip as if trying to wrestle her smile. She said, “We’ll I’ve been trapped for fifty years. Of course I’m going to be horny. Do you think you can help a girl out?”

The words caught in his throat. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

“Think you can satisfy me?”

“I’ll try,” he said, voice nothing more than a croak.

“I’m your personal genie. Is that a problem?” she said playfully.

He shook his head, forcing a wide grin across her face. Eve slid into the floor and dropped to her knees, then she moved up to Nick and began to unbuckle his belt. With one hand she grabbed his cock through his pants, feeling his raging hard-on. That made her moan and lick her lips. He straightened as she slid his pants down. Then, her fingers wrapped around his cock and started to stroke. She leaned in and licked the head, coming away with precum on her lips. Nick gave a little shudder but he wasn’t distracted long—he made a realization that should’ve come much sooner.

“You’re a genie . . .”

“Mmmhmm,” she said between slurps on his dick.

“That means you can grant me wishes.”

“That’s right.”

“I think I know what I want.”

“Oh, I already know what you want. I’ve been in your head, remember? And because I’ve been in your head, I know what’s on your computer. You’ve got a thing for . . . tall women, am I right?” She flipped her red hair aside.

“Yeah,” he said, face going red. He’d always had a thing for girls who were bigger than him—which was almost every one of them. But it wasn’t just that. He had fantasies that were rather supernatural with girls who could tower over houses.

“I find that shocking. Over all the years I’ve been around I’ve never met a guy who likes women . . . so big.”

“I’ve always had that fantasy,” he said.

“Just say it, big guy. Say the words and I’ll make it happen.”

He thought of how he wanted to phrase it while she went back to work and then he cleared his throat and spoke. “I wish you were taller. I wish you had larger boobs and a thicker ass!”

She made a little shudder and looked up at him with her beautiful, large green eyes. She said, “Your wish is my command.” Then, Eve snapped her fingers and she disappeared in a swirling vortex of black smoke. He took a few steps back until he hit the door frame leading out of his bedroom. He ran fingers through his hair, feeling at first that he’d just had a psychotic episode. His pants were around his ankles, the room was empty. The girl had completely disappeared.

“What the hell?” he said, taking a step forward.

But then he heard a thump behind him. Nick whirled around, forgetting his legs were tethered by the pile of clothes at his feet, and fell right back onto the bed. There stood Eve, but she was much taller now and all he could see was her bottom half, for she’d somehow teleported to the living room. He studied her from the feet all the way up to her crotch which was now all but swallowing the bikini bottoms. Nick could see her large, throbbing lips consuming the silky material.

Eve bent over and grabbed the door frame, then turned sideways so she could enter the room. Not only was she more than double her original height, she’d grown a monster set of breasts to go with it. She was having to drop to her knees and straddle the door frame so her massive ass could clear it. And once she was inside the room with Nick, she returned to standing, her head brushing the ceiling—this girl had grown from a minuscule four and a half feet to a whopping twelve feet tall.

“Like me better?” she said. She glanced over at his desktop computer and said, “Your search history would suggest that you do!”

She came to stand just over top of him, her breasts so large that he could only see the flesh beneath them. From this close, he couldn’t see her face, only the ends of her beautiful, red hair. Eve grabbed her bikini bottoms and ripped them apart, putting her pussy on full view. It was almost level with Nick’s head when he stood. Next, she pulled the string in the middle of her bikini top and her breasts spilled out, the nipples long and swollen. She tweaked them with her pink nails and he watched as they grew longer before his eyes.

His eyes fell to her tree-trunk-sized legs, now big around as his entire body. He wanted to wrap his arms around them. He wanted to bury his face in her. This was his new definition of the perfect woman. Eve had it all.

“Sorry, little man. Enough gawking. I need satisfaction and I need it now!”

She rushed him, a span of only a few inches and he almost fell back on the bed. But before he could step away, her giant hand reached behind and cradled his head. The gesture was sweet but then he realized she was only doing it to keep him steady and bring him forward. Nick’s face slammed right into her pussy.

He started to lick, feeling the slight bristle above her lips. Eve’s body language responded by relaxing and loosening the hold on him. Her grip went from being vice-like to soothing as her fingers passed over his bald head. Nick wrapped his arms around her thighs, having to hold them out wide just to grip them. He pulled her closer, kept his fingers clenched on her, and licked and kissed, feeling her wetness start to dribble down his chin.

Flakes from the ceiling rained down on him because she was bracing herself by placing her palms flat against it. Nick was good at what he was doing, although he’d never had a pussy so large before. When his tongue slipped inside, there was so much space that he wondered how it felt so nice. He got on his tiptoes and found her clit, slipping it between his lips so he could bat it around with his tongue. This made her quite vocal, the genie girl screaming out as a torrent of her juices ran down her thigh.

Eve was growing weak the longer Nick worked. He could feel her trembling. Her fingers against the ceiling were shaking. Goosebumps broke out all along her body as she threw her head back and shuddered. And then, she tensed up and orgasmed, her juices gushing all across the tiny man’s face and chest. She let out a final, ragged moan and then stepped aside so she could crash against his bed. She was kneeling in the floor, legs out with Nick in between, as if he’d have a big enough dick for doggie-style.

She had other plans. “While you’re back there, why don’t you kiss that giant ass you love so much?” Then, she wobbled from side to side, her gelatinous ass wiggling and then coming to a full rest.

At first he didn’t think she was being serious, but the joke was on her—he loved doing that stuff. Nick used his foot to kick her legs aside, then got in the middle of her. He put his comically small hands against her ass and leaned in, kissing her cheek. She giggled, but each time it turned into a soft, seductive moan. It may have been a request made in jest, but she was actually enjoying the feeling of his lips on her bulbous ass.

After a few minutes, she straightened, pushing Nick back with enough force to nearly knock him over. She got to her feet and turned around, taking a moment to assess the tiny man—or so he thought. It was difficult to see her face on the other side of her mountainous breasts. She put a hand to her hip and cocked her leg, as if she were going to argue. It was in that moment that Nick realized he didn’t know a lot about women. In fact, Eve was simply sizing him up. A strand of red hair twirled between her fingers as she considered him.

“Okay, little man, enough ass kissing. Time to see if that cock measures up!”

She snapped her fingers and Nick was transported to the bed, now lying on his back. Eve was already there, facing him, her giant nipples gleaming in the overhead light. Gingerly, she threw a knee over his body, the bed sinking almost to the ground because of her weight. Then, she put the other leg next to him, now straddling his tiny, laughable body.

Slowly, she ran her fingers up his body, circling his cock, then moving up to his chest. With her palms flat, they almost covered his entire torso. He waited to see what she was going to do, but Eve quickly became bored, so she grabbed his waist and pulled him down the bed toward her as if he weighed an ounce. Nick made a tiny yelp and groped for the sheets as she reached down between her legs, grabbed his cock between two fingers, and began to ease it into her pussy.

While bending forward, her breasts came at him, pummeling his face against the bed. It didn’t hurt—quite the opposite. They were so large and squeezable, although he’d never be able to get his hands around them. Each time she leaned in, he was treated to the best bludgeoning he’d ever known.

Finally, she eased him in, his dick slipping out almost immediately. Eve cupped her hand just in front of it and started to bounce—slowly at first, then picking up speed. They were moving with each thrust as the bed came off the floor when she pulled out. Nick’s bed wouldn’t last this adventure but he didn’t really care. All he cared about right now was the way her breasts were bouncing above him, and the way her bulbous ass flattened around him and then quickly regained shape. He tried to put his hands on it but she was just too much person.

Somehow her long arms were able to come down and hold him back but that meant her breasts came with them. While her hands gripped his forearms, he was perpetually crushed by her mounds of flesh. He didn’t care—if he turned his head sideways, he could breathe just fine. Eve was grinding into him, but she wasn’t that wet. If anything, she was simply passing her clit across his stomach in hopes of getting her aroused.

“Looks like your dick isn’t up to the task, little man.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem that way.”

“Well let’s change it, shall we? You could always wish for a bigger cock.”

And the thought of that filled him with tingles and made the head of his dick throb even more. He said, “I wish I had a cock big enough to satisfy you!”

She smiled and snapped her fingers.

He felt a warmth spreading across his crotch but it wasn’t from Eve. He looked down and could see the base of his shaft getting wider, thicker. At the same moment Eve let out a long, ragged wail. Although Nick couldn’t see it, he could feel himself getting longer, reaching parts of Eve he would’ve never been able to hit at his normal size. Now, he was a contender. Now, he felt like a big man.

“Oh, that’s so much better!” she said, and started to ride him all over again. This time the bed was bouncing higher, the drywall at the headboard crumbling against her force. It was so nice to feel his massive cock sliding in and out of her, and now she really was starting to get wet. Nick had never been able to satisfy a woman before—certainly not with this much success.

Eve threw her head back. The only way he knew was because her long, red hair touched his thighs. He couldn’t see her face over the boobs. Her large hands slithered up around them and grabbed her nipples, then started to tweak. This made her body tense, and he could feel her pussy clench and unclench, taking hold of his new, big cock in a way he’d never known.

She kept riding and he could feel the orgasm rising up. His stomach muscles clenched at the same moment she reached up and stroked her fingers across the ceiling. He grunted and looked down at the base of his big cock, veins popping out along the sides. And then it was pumping hot goo into the giantess. It felt so good to release, and the cum felt like it had to travel half a mile just to get make it out of his head.

A moment later he felt his lower half drench with her juices. Eve let out a long, sustained cry as her body started to tremble. She was gushing, her wetness falling all across him and the bed. Slowly, she began to wind down and not a moment too soon. With his orgasm passed, he was feeling a slight ache in his balls. She seemed to understand this so she quickly finished up, then slid off him. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching the man’s giant, yet softening dick.

“I think this could be better, love,” said the giantess through labored breaths, a slight dejection in her voice.

“Yeah?” he said, wondering how that was possible. He reached down and stroked his nearly flaccid dick which was still overflowing from his fingers.

“Oh yeah, love. You want it to be good, right?”

“I do.”

“You want me to be satisfied, right?”

“Yes.”

She grinned and licked her lips, then grabbed his dick. It immediately fired back up at her touch.

“Then wish for me to experience sex in the best way possible!”

“Okay,” he said, flabbergasted. “I wish for Eve to experience sex in the best way possible!”

Again, that devious grin. “You got it!” And then she snapped her fingers. The air felt charged, as if he’d just finished a load of laundry in the dryer. He wasn’t sure what he expected to change after that, but it certainly wasn’t what happened.

Nick’s body went rigid as Eve suddenly began to stretch out. She was smiling at him as her face swelled, as well as her hand on his cock. Even though it was massive it still dwindled much smaller than what her thick fingers could hold. But then he realized that it wasn’t just Eve that was growing—it was the whole world. The room, the bed, his clothing on the floor. No, things weren’t getting bigger . . .

Nick was shrinking . . .

“Hey, why’d you do this?” he asked, feeling the breath catch in his throat. It was hurting his lungs to breathe normal-sized air while he dwindled away. By the time he was half his already pathetic size, she answered.

“Because you want to please me sexually, right? This is how it’s done.”

He didn’t understand her meaning but he was certainly onboard for it. His heart was beating so fast. He’d been small his entire life, but this was a whole new level of tiny. The shrinking didn’t seem to be stopping. What did she plan to do with him? He was already at her mercy the moment she started to get bigger, but now she could do whatever she wanted with him. Sure, he had a fantasy of an extreme size change, but in his mind, the girl was always bigger. Nick was already small enough.

When he stopped shrinking, he compared his height next to the lamp on the nightstand. He was roughly the same size, which meant he was around twelve inches tall. A foot tall! Had there ever been someone so small before? He didn’t think so, and before his mind could dwell on such things, a giant shadow fell over top of him. Nick quickly whirled around, seeing this goddess in a whole new way.

Like before, he couldn’t see her face because her breasts were so big. But unlike before, he could now see them in such clear detail, even her imperfections. Nick didn’t know if Eve had been human before being trapped in a lamp, but she certainly had the features of one. Those blemishes only made her better. He loved this woman’s body, and he was starting to understand just how he would satisfy her . . .

A large hand reached down and picked him up, then lifted him into the air. He was above her massive breasts, looking down on nipples that were as long as his leg. Now he could see her face—and what a beautiful face it was! She passed her tongue between her lips, then came in close to give him a full-body kiss. It only took three for her to cover him from head to toe.

The bed squeaked as she got back down on it. She said, “Now, little man. Let’s see what you’ve got!” Before he could answer she lowered him away from her face, dragging him down her stomach, and then pushing him against her labia. He fought for only a moment because he realized he wanted to play this game—he’d fantasized about this for as long as he’d been sexually active. So, he relaxed his body and let her push.

First his head slipped in, then his shoulders. When he had trouble fitting, she adjusted the grip on his legs and turned him sideways. She relaxed her body, lips opening more, and now he could enter just fine. It was dark and wet and warm, just as he’d imagined it. A quiet sucking sound made him feel as if he were floating in outer space but he knew Eve’s muted moans were the most otherworldly part of it.

She was so wet, her scent all around him. He pushed his hands on her squishy walls and each time she clenched and relaxed. Nick started to move around, digging his elbows in, kicking his heels, and flipping over whenever she wasn’t squeezing the air out of him. It was effective because after only a few minutes he felt her quiver, as if she had the hiccups. And then the light returned and he shot out, riding a wave of juices from her pussy and onto the bed.

Nick sat up and took in a long draw of breath, then collapsed again in the puddle of juices. Somewhere above him, Eve was laughing, her large breasts bouncing up and down. Despite almost drowning and being squeezed to death, Nick was smiling from ear to ear.

“That was quite a ride, little man,” said the genie, pulling him from the puddle and depositing him on her large, erect nipple. He leaned in and kissed it, feeling it get even bigger between his hands.

“It was rather nice.”

She chuckled. “I can’t believe there are people in this world who want to play with a giant woman. I’m shocked, Nick. But it’s a good shock. I’ve enjoyed this fantasy.”

“It’s a little scary though,” he said. “Being so small.”

She let him play on her nipple for a little longer, feeling the bounce of the breast beneath his feet, then picked him up and placed him on the bed. “But you don’t have to be. You have the power. Change yourself back whenever you want.”

He wasn’t completely sold that it was that easy, but he tried nonetheless. “I wish I were back to normal size.”

And just like that, the world began to shrink. His feet slid off the bed and he watched as the giantess became a little smaller, although she was still rather big from the earlier wish. When he was returned, he patted his chest and then grabbed his dick, happy that it was still enlarged. He didn’t think he’d wish that one away anytime soon.

“That’s . . . pretty cool.”

“That’s just the beginning,” she said. “Now, what do you have to eat around here? A girl gets hungry after fifty years!”

***

Later that evening, he decided to make them both dinner. She assured him that she could summon whatever he wanted but he insisted on cooking. There was just something more wholesome about that and he couldn’t understand why. He decided on pork chops and all the extras. Eve used a little genie magic to make her plate grow, as she was still a twelve-foot goddess. Nick didn’t have a problem with that.

As they were eating, the doorbell rang. Eve said she would see to it, although Nick wasn’t so sure it was a good idea given her size. But, she ignored his plea and got off the floor and answered the door. He didn’t hear her talking to anyone, no surprised screams. She shut the door and returned to the dining room, now holding a tiny envelope between her fingers.

“Who was that?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t see them. They just left a note.”

Nick held out his hand but she smiled deviously. Then, she slid a long, pink nail beneath the fold and cut it open. She dumped a letter out into her hand, then quickly unfolded it. He didn’t know if genies could read or not, but that was a silly notion. And then, her forehead screwed up as if she were angry. After that, she passed it to Nick.

It was from Beth at the antique store. It read: Thanks for coming by the store today. As always, it was great to see you.

“Maybe you can tell me about this gal a little later? After you finish your job, of course,” he heard Eve say. Something in the room had changed—the light had darkened, the air was colder. He looked down and realized the wooden seat under his ass stretched out in all directions. The edge of the table and his plate were above his head.

He’d shrunken down again, and he wasn’t sure why.

“How did you do this without a wish?”

“You already wished it, little man. When you said you wished I were satisfied, that made it a blanket wish. And you shrinking down again will satisfy me greatly.”

He stood up, now staring directly into her knee, and swallowed the hard lump in his throat. This could be interesting.

“I’m one big, horny giantess! I’m ready for round two, little man. Are you ready to satisfy me?”

Nick gulped. It didn’t seem as if he had much choice. He held his arms up and waited for her to snatch him in one of her strong, oversized hands.

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