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Make a Wish

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Part 1: Discovering the Power

1. What the heck?

I have no idea where the power came from, or what its limits are, but I DO know when I first learned about it.

A co-worker and I were taking a break and I was listening to her complain about her love life. Now, this frustrated me to no small degree, because I would have LOVED to contribute to her love life, but as a middle-aged, overweight, near-sighted tech, I was out of her class and nearly twice her age. Susan was just twenty one or two, a perky, cheerleader-type brunette with the cutest ‘girl next door’ features and a tight body. Her latest boyfriend dumped her with the old ‘it’s not you, its me’ spiel and she was depressed and full of self-doubt... again.

Whenever this happened, she began to figure it was her fault, and her most common target of self-loathing was her flat chest. There was some bulging, but she rarely needed a bra and it rarely made much of an impression on her clothing. I figured her biggest problem was her self-image, but who was I to say anything? 44 and unmarried, not even any real female companionship in my life?

I was giving her a backrub (my backrubs had a great reputation in the office, but I tried to downplay them because they generally leave me too horny and frustrated to deal with!) As I massaged some kinks out, I said something like “Well, you know if I had a wish to make for you, I would wish that you had the kind of big, beautiful breasts you have always wanted, but...” and lapsed off into some meaningless but well-meant chatter.

Now, the odd thing is that when I made the wish statement, I felt something happen- something flowed out of me through my fingertips. It felt like some sort of fluid rushing inside my fingers, almost the way sperm does as it travels through your cock. It felt terrific, but very, very odd. I swear I felt her ‘absorb’ the flow as well- something under my fingers seemed to sense that the flow continued into her and I swear I felt her shiver just a bit.

Well, all too soon, it was time to get back to work, and I forget about it as I buried myself in work.

The next day, Friday, Susan did not come in, having called in with a touch of flu or something. I was disappointed, but kind of relieved- I really did not want to talk to her again after that weird sensation... pleasant though it was. Oddly, she called me about an hour before quitting time. She asked if she could come over and I said yes. She said she’d bring supper.

My heart fell. All I could think of was I was in trouble for something- inappropriate touch, thoughtless comments, something. Somehow I had offended her and she wanted to talk to me about it. On the other hand, she did not sound upset... Oh well, I’d know soon enough. She had been to my house a couple times as I repaired stuff for her, but supper was something new- usually, it was just a quick drop and run, sometimes she would stay for a soda or we would talk while she waited for me to fix it.

I got home to see her car already there. As I opened the door, she came out in a long coat carrying some containers of take-out Chinese food from a place we often for the office. She swept by me as I opened the door for her. She went directly to the kitchen, saying she would serve us supper before we talked. A minute later, she came out with two steaming platters of food. As we ate, she asked about work and made small talk, but I was distracted by the fact that she never removed the long jacket and I had the oddest feeling that she was naked under it.

After she cleared the dishes, she came out to the living room and sate beside me and asked if I remembered our last conversation at work. I admitted that it was a bit unthinking, but I had not meant to insult her...

She shushed me with a hand on my lips and laughed. “Insulted? Believe me, I am not insulted! You made a wish, and I felt something odd where you were touching me- something warm and electric somehow. Whatever it was, you got your wish!” With this, she stood and dropped her coat in one fluid motion.

Wow! She was gorgeous! I knew she had a great body, but now it was topped with two beautiful, firm, round breasts capped with smallish but rock-hard nipples. “What... where...” I was stammering and drooling- total idiot mode!

“Do you like them? I woke up this morning with them! I spent the day shopping for new clothes to fit and touching them to be sure they were real! Not only are they real, but they are incredibly sensitive! Now, you wonderful man, I have to reward you properly!” With that, she pulled me into the bedroom and slid off my clothes as I stood there in near total shock. My penis, however, was responding pretty normally-it was steel hard and hurt!

She struggled a little to pull my pants and underwear down off me- it got hung up on my erection some. Now, my cock is not big by any standard, but it still made getting my clothes off a bit tricky. Susan reached in my pants and cradled it like her hand was a living, soft, warm shoehorn and she slipped everything down. She kept holding me and began to caress it. Then she knelt and breathed on it, cooing and talking to it as she slowly drew it into her warmer mouth. God, this was heavenly! My body began to respond and I started to gently rock back and forth as I stroked her soft hair. After a couple minutes of this, I exploded into her mouth and she swallowed every drop, even licking my cock clean afterwards. I was weak-kneed as she pushed me back onto my bed.

“Now that we have that one out of the way, it is time to show my full appreciation!” She knelt again and engulfed my limp dick in her new breasts. Her pillowy cushions pressed against me and I began to grow hard once more. As it stiffened, she pressed her tit-flesh against it and massaged me with her new boobs. She licked the tip whenever it appeared, and I was soon rock-solid. She squealed with glee and shifted herself above me and positioned herself directly over me. She nuzzled her hot, wet pussy on my cock’s head for a moment, lubricating me with her juices, then she dropped fully on me in one plunge!

She rested there for a moment as we grew accustomed to the sensations. She was so tight and hot and that nearly came just from being in her! She began to rock and lift, slowly pumping herself up and down on me as I finally began to take an active part in the proceedings. I started to play with her incredible breasts and nipples, feeling them swell under my fingers. “Oh, God, yes! Do that-I LOVE that!” She shivered through the first of what was to be many orgasms. “My nipples are SOOO sensitive now... uhhh, ohhh, yeeaahhh... suck on them, please... suck...” She did not have to ask again. I fastened my mouth on first one, then the other nipple as if they were dispensing the very elixir of life. She was squirming in ways that felt incredible as she ground on my cock. We both erupted together in an explosion of noise and hot fluids, and she collapsed on me in a most unlady-like manner.

I rolled us over and let her rest as I slipped out of her with an audible plopping noise. As she came to, she smiled and was literally purring as she played with my hair with one hand and tickled my sticky cock with the fingertips of her other hand. I had already come twice, and she had come about four or five times. I was done for the night and pretty exhausted, but it looked like she was ready for a little more. She rolled me on my back and gave me a massage that was probably illegal in many states. I don’t know if she was trying to arouse me for another round, and God knows, I tried to rally... well, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. I fell asleep.

After some incredible dreams, including one about a coworker suddenly growing breasts and fucking my brains out, I woke to an incredible sensation of warmth and suction. My eyes popped open and I was looking into Susan’s deep green eyes as she looked adoringly into mine while giving me a ‘wake up’ blow job. If I was still dreaming, fuck real life! I came and she swallowed greedily, licking off each stray droplet.

“Wow!” Was my witty early-morning reply. She laughed in a carefree way that sent my heart soaring, then she pulled me up and informed me that she had our morning planned. First, I was to take a shower.

‘Shower’ is not the right word for what Susan did to me, but ‘standing aquatic semi-sex’ is too awkward to say. She served me intimately and professionally- running warm water over my body, washing my hair, soaping my body (even in the places it tickled), rinsing me, drying me, anointing me with lotions and deodorant, and then shaving me like she had done it all her life. All the time, she touched, kissed, licked, rubbed, caressed, and feather-touched me with nearly every part of her body, keeping me constantly aroused and near orgasm but not letting me cum. I shivered with mini-orgasms often, and a couple times she grabbed my penis firmly seconds before I was going to erupt, but she would not let me cum. She dried herself off (she had showered earlier, and gaily told me she came twice just playing with her new tits), and escorted me to the bedroom. There, she dressed me in comfortable, casual clothes. She managed to achieve an excellent effect with my terrible wardrobe. Next, she led me to the kitchen, where warm muffins, juice, and fruit were waiting for me.

She stared at me as I ate with these incredible, adoring eyes, like I was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. It befuddled me, and yet seemed oddly... familiar. I could not quite place my finger on it, but I felt like this since she nearly raped me last night, even before I thought it was all just a dream. It also aroused me to a degree I would have dreamed possible. This gorgeous girl really, really wanted me!

2. Experimentation

As I finished eating, she said “Now what?”

“Now what, what?” I asked. “Now, what else today? Now, what about us? Now, what about the rest of our lives? Now, when can we make mad, passionate love again?”

She giggled. “How about all of the above? First, however, I am curious about how this happened. Have you always been able to grant wishes? Have you done any others?”

“I have no idea what is happening here. As far as I know, it never happened before and until you came over, I had no idea anything happened this time either.”

She said she had been thinking about this since she woke up yesterday. She was incredibly curious about it and had been thinking about it a lot- a lot more than I had, in fact. She had even thought up a series of experiments to try to learn more about this.

“But, we have to be careful”, she said. “What if you only get three of them or something? You could even have used others up and not known it.” I asked her what her plan was.

“Well, my first thought was that even though I love you dearly, you could stand a little enhancement yourself.” Susan said, with a little blush. I agreed, laughing. I KNEW exactly what I tried to avoid looking at in the mirror every day.

“OK,” she started, “make a list of what you want to improve in your body and wish it to be so.” We worked for a few minutes. I had thought about this on and off on various ‘self-improvement’ jags that never went too far, and she had been thinking about it all night- and had in fact been toying with what she would do to me for the last couple years as we worked together. More as a home-improvement/what if exercise than because she really cared.

With a list in hand, I began “I wish I was ten years younger, weighed 180 with rock-solid muscles, was perfectly healthy, had a metabolism that kept me trim and healthy, a 9 inch-long two-inch around cock capable of multiple orgasms and ejaculations...” and so on for a couple more minutes. Nothing.

I urged her to take the list and touch me- maybe SHE was the source of the power. Nothing. We tried various combinations and got nowhere. I was rather depressed by it- both hearing my shortcomings over and over, and apparently having used my only wish.

“OK, it seems as if you cannot change yourself. Now, for the next step. Let’s wish for money.” We went through a series of experiments to try this, monitoring things with my on-line account and other sources. No results, no new ideas in this direction.

Susan took a list and crossed off a couple things. “Maybe the power only works on other people. If it is OK with you, I would like to try an experiment. I have a girlfriend I want to use as a guinea pig.” I asked why not just make another wish for herself, but she argued that if the wishes were limited, she would rather use them this way. I decided to go along and she called her friend Betty.

It took some work, but Betty came over a couple hours later. She was incredibly shy and pensive about all this (gee, imagine that!), and she was... welll... to be very charitable, she was ugly. Not deformed- but almost. She was short, fat, terrible stringy black hair, pug nose, tiny eyes, nasty looking oily skin... she was nearly Susan’s perfect opposite! I greeted her and we three sat to talk for a bit. Betty did not really quite believe us, but she kept staring at Susan’s new breasts to bolster her courage.

After a bit, she agreed to be part of the experiment. The next step was designing her new body. She admitted to a secret desire to look like Elizabeth Ann Hilden, from Penthouse a few years back. I did a quick Internet search and found pictures of a gorgeous woman, tall, slender, well-built- but with two very different looks. Riotous golden hair, and straight platinum hair. Betty preferred the platinum look. On a whim, I had Susan take Betty’s picture with my digital camera and I ran a morphing program between the two best matching images.

As I twiddled with the morpher, I was amazed to find a look about 3/4 of the way to Elizabeth that was gorgeous, unique, and still had touches of what there was that was attractive in Betty. As I looked at her, I imagined a whole life, a new identity for this person. I copied the image over to a paint program and touched it up a bit (OK, I added a couple bits for my own libido. Sue me.) I pulled up the word processor and began to type a short biography for “Brittany Elizabeth Newman”, ‘Brit Beth’ to her friends. The words flowed quickly, and before anyone could do anything, I touched Betty on the head and said “I wish for Betty to take on the looks, persona, and life of the person I created for her”. I don’t know why I used those words, but it felt right.

For a long second, nothing happened, except Susan and Betty were both staring at me as if I had gone mad. Then, Betty’s hair began to grow out and she began to grow a bit. With every heartbeat, she was changing- subtly, but steadily. If you closed your eyes for a moment, you could see the changes better when you looked again- her skin would e more clear and becoming radiant. She would be a bit taller and straighter. Her hair would be longer, thicker. Her figure would be a bit more slender, except for her chest.

The changes were coming faster now. Her hands were long and slender, matching her dainty feet. Her nose was becoming delicate-barely upturned at the tip. Her clothes fit terribly and Susan started to remove them- Betty herself was in a daze looking at herself and in the nearby mirror. You could almost hear her skin moving, muscles changing, and hair growing. Without the clothes, the changes seemed to speed up again. She had grown 6″, from 5′1 to 5′7 and lost dozens of pounds to reveal a trim, athletic body with a gently rippled belly flaring out to wide hips supporting a bubble butt and incredible pillars of sculpted legs. Her breasts were firming and filling to about a DD cup with pert nipples. Her face was becoming exquisite- a perfect oval with high cheekbones, a sensual mouth, and incredible blue-violet eyes. Her hair had become a waterfall of raven black silk. As I looked at her, I was reminded of some of the pictures of a character called Vampirella when I was a kid.

She stood there, proudly naked, breathing hard and sweating as if from a tough work out. Well, I guess that degree of change would burn a lot of energy. I noticed something else odd- her discarded pile of clothes had changed as well. Her old, worn and comfortable clothes in nondescript colors was now more colorful and made up of finer fabrics. Her sneakers had changed to heels. Her over-sized white cotton panties were now a lacy red near-thong, and her plain bra was a matching creation of red lace designed to support and display her new build. Her purse changed from a cheap cloth bag to a small shiny leather handbag. I opened it to find a driver’s license in the name of Brittany E. Newman with her picture. I noticed with a smile that today was her birthday! What a present!

“So, Betty, how do you feel?” She started, like waking up.

“Huh?” Her new voice was light and musical! “Betty? Oh- yeah! That was... is? WAS me! It is strange, but it is like I have had two lives! I remember my boring job at the bank, being teased and abused at school, the looks on the bus, and other depressing things about my life. I also remember having a lot of fun at school, being on the cheer leading squad, being Miss Jackson County at a beauty contest at a fair one year, doing some modeling to pay for school- even getting an offer from an adult magazine. I remember going to college and getting a great job where my co-workers respect me. Wow! This is really, really cool!

“And look at my clothes!” Betty/Brit-Beth squealed! “I remember buying this blouse, but I have never seen it before. My purse, it’s totally unfamiliar to me, but I know exactly what is in it at the same time. This is... just so... incredible!” She sat down gracefully, but heavily- as if exhausted.

Whew. I was suddenly drained. I had been having some déjà vu, and now I was pooped as well. This bigger ‘spell’ or whatever it was drained me deeply somehow. I felt like I had been doing my taxes while running a marathon, but something niggled at the back of my mind. She... she was having memories that I only THOUGHT of, but did not write. Her clothing changed into what I was THINKING of, but had not pictured. Suddenly, something popped into place- my mental imagery was what the wishes were based on!

Of course! Susan looked JUST like what I thought she would look like- AND she was acting ‘properly appreciative’ as I thought she would when I made the wish! And... Oh, my God... When I made both wishes, I was thinking about them loving me and serving me! Not really slave-like, but because they would want to.

I did not write a single thing down or say a word about Betty or Brittany loving me, so if she did, it was either her own free will, or because of what I was thinking. I had to ask!

“Betty...” I began. When she did not turn I switched to “Brit-Beth?”

She turned and smiled a million watt smile at me. “Yes?” Her voice was like sex set to music. My God!

“Tell me, what do you think about all of this and about me?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “I forgot to thank you, lover!” Instantly, she was on my lap, kissing me. A lap full of eager, naked, gorgeous woman is a new problem for me, but I tried to deal with it. I kissed her back hard and was about to play with various accessible body parts when I broke the kiss.

“Lover?” I asked. “Wha...?” I was almost stammering now.

“Silly! I have been in love with you for months... or at least, Brit-Beth has. We just met an hour ago, didn’t we?” Betty was a little confused, but Brit-Beth was pretty insistent and started kissing me again and ground her pert bottom deliciously into my lap.

Susan looked on with a bemused expression. She and I were fully dressed, but I could see her nipples sticking up, and I swear I could smell her sweet scent rising in the room. Brit suddenly seemed to notice Susan in the room. “Oops!” She giggled. “Susan, I’m being rude by not sharing. Please join us!”

Susan laughed and stripped quickly, then both of them decided to divest me of raiment in the most erotic and ticklish ways possible. By the time I was nude, I was rock hard and laughing my head off. I had discovered that both girls were ticklish in some delightful places. I stuck my cock in Brit’s mouth to finally get her to stop licking me where I was most ticklish, and I was kissing Susan while I fingered and massaged both girl’s hills and valleys. Brit was a masterful cock-sucker, a wonderful blend of enthusiasm and artistry. I swear she was writing naughty things on my shaft with her tongue, then writing replies with feathery strokes on my balls. I blew a wad into her nice and deep just as I managed to bring both of them off with my mouth and fingers.

Brit moved me a bit and mounted me, positioning herself above me with her newly powerful thigh muscles and began to lower herself onto me, inch by trembling inch. Susan demonstrated a similar skill by squatting over my head when I pulled her to me. Brit reached around her and played with her nipples as she craned back to kiss Brit. Soon, we were a tangled mass of limbs and body parts stuck into other body parts. I almost lost track of where my cock was at times, but when I came again, it was Brit who came with me big-time.

Man, three times so far today and it was not even 1:00 pm yet! I was wiped, both from the sex and from the exertion of the spell. I tried to rally, but I fell asleep.

3. I had an idea...

I guess I slept longer than I thought. It was morning before I revived. The girls were naked and entangled in a sweaty, contented mass on the bed while I had dropped off on the couch. I noticed they had pulled a blanket on me and even apparently tucked me in. Somehow, I knew they gave me a good-night kiss as well. From the looks of things, they had cleaned the house, had supper, and moved in a bit before they decided to get into bed together.

I got up and stretched. I felt great! I also had an idea. Susan gave one of the wishes to a friend of hers, and I wanted to give one to a friend of mine. I left them a note and took off. Even thought it was Sunday morning, I was pretty sure Tammy would be home.

Tammy was an old friend from school. We were two of a group of geeks that hung out together. She was probably my closest female friend- well, before all this other stuff happened. Tammy also had a secret dream to be Barbara Eden in “I Dream of Jeannie”. I bet she doesn’t even know she told me that at the party she was drunk at, but I DID remember... and now I could make it happen for her.

Tammy answered the door and was glad to see me. It had been a couple years, but we still saw each other periodically.

“Hey, how’s it going?” She greeted me.

“Not bad. You?” I replied according to our traditional script.

“Eh. You know. Summa this...”

“Summa that” we said in unison. It was an old bit from school. It wasn’t that cute then, but now it was traditional. You know how it is.

“Jean, I have a surprise for you, but first you have to tell me a couple things. Be honest, OK?”

She looked confused, but agreed.

“OK. Do you have anyone special in your life right now?”

“Just Bill, why?” Bill was her pet rock.

“How’s work going?” I asked, ignoring her question.

“Rotten. I hate my job. You know that. Why?” She asked a little more bewilderedly.

“Lastly, do you still like “I Dream of Jeannie?” I asked, smiling.

“You bastard. How’d you know about that? Yeah, but... WHY? What’s going on here?”

I touched her head, closed my eyes and made a wish. Tammy was a BIG girl. She was my height, weighed nearly 300 pounds, had brunette hair she kept in a pony tail, and had a rather coarse face, but other than her size, she was not ugly- well, not -quite- ugly! This was gonna be good!

A pink smoke rose up with a whooshing sound, like from the TV show and totally enveloped her. At first, it seemed to be holding her as she struggled and coughed. After a long moment, she settled down and the smoke began to ‘dance’ slowly and sinuously. As the smoke dissipated, it left something very different in its wake. You could see the slender silhouette of a young woman in the thinning smoke, then the smoke began to settle. The first thing I saw was a topknot of thick golden hair coming out of a fez-like cap or holder. A beautiful face with wide eyes and impeccable but thick make-up came next- a lot like Barbara Eden... but sexier. Her eyes were closed, covered with a rich blue shadow and thick lashes. Her mouth was small with moist ruby lips. Her shoulders were slender, flawlessly creamy, and covered with a bright pink gauzy material. Her upper body was trim and willowy, except for two jutting breasts that seemed to almost float in spite of their size. The gauze was stretched thin here, but it managed to cover and support the incredible breasts. Her arms were long and lithe, adorned with dangle bracelets and armbands, her waist was tiny with a jewel set in her navel- a smaller jewel was set on her forehead, I suddenly noticed.

Her hips flared out and were barely covered by more pink gauze covered in other veils and ribbons which did not quite hide her heart-shaped ass or exquisite legs. As the last of the smoke cleared, her tiny feet appeared, clad in pink felt slippers with tiny bells on the toes.

She looked like a sexually enhanced version of Jeannie- exactly like I was hoping for. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “How may I serve you, Master?” She whispered, voice dripping with lust. Dear lord- it sounded better than I had hoped.

“Tammy, blink me up a nice light supper. Something we can eat as we talk.”

She nodded, and blinked hard enough to send delightful ripples coursing down her plump breasts. A table appeared laden with fruit, jugs of light wine, cheese, breads, and more. Perfect- both her taste in food and in the fact that she did indeed have magical powers!

“So, Tammy, what do you think?” I asked.

Tammy blinked a couple times and a subtle change came over her face. “Wow. This is wild! Its impossible, isn’t it? I’m dreaming, right? Dreaming or crazy!”

I laughed. “No, it is real- as far as I can tell.” I quickly filled her in on the two back home. She asked a lot of questions about the power and I told her about the experiments so far. Now, we were both anxious to try HER powers!

After a few hours of trials, we found that her powers were rather limited compared to those on the TV show. She could levitate objects that weighed quite a bit more than she did, but the heavier the object, the closer it had to be, the heavier it ‘felt’ to her, and the less control she had on it. She could materialize things, but only to a limited extent in regards to mass and complexity. She could not create money or anything too valuable- she claimed she could not ‘visualize’ it or ‘grasp’ it somehow. She could vanish things a little easier, and could cause things to vanish and reappear within certain limits (size, weight, complexity, distance, etc. played factors in how far this worked.)

She could change things within reason- adding or removing a decent percentage of the original mass, but no ‘mouse to elephant’ transformations were possible. She could not affect my memories or thoughts, or her own, but she was reasonably confident that she could indeed do this.

As we experimented, she called me ‘Master’ a few times. When she realized she was doing it, she became embarrassed, and she would blush beautifully, all the way down to the top of her creamy breasts. She also reddened if I slipped and called her ‘Jeannie’. In fact, her breath would come a bit faster, her nipples would harden, and I began to smell a light muskiness as I ‘slipped’ and called her that a few more times.

For the final round of experiments this afternoon, I asked if she could change me. She concentrated, crossed her arms with authority, and blinked hard. I felt an odd wrenching accompanied by a shivering heat- if that makes any sense, and looked at myself to see... almost no change. Yeesh. What good is a genie if they cannot make you a physical god? Tammy was smiling, however.

“Master”, she began, and blushed as she said this, “I could not change you much, but I was able to do a few things you might appreciate.” I perked up at this. “Please take off your shirt and pants.” She was blushing furiously and sounded a little out of breath at this.

I slipped off my shirt and jeans and felt... good. I felt more balanced, poised, graceful somehow- not bad for a guy weighing over 300 pounds. I also felt powerful and flexible. Normally, bending over to undo my shoes was a bit of a chore- now, I just lifted my foot halfway and balanced easily on the other leg. Hmmm... strength, agility, balance... not bad!

As I slipped off my pants, I felt another change- my cock was bulging my underpants out massively. It was like I was smuggling a thick, heavy, solid summer sausage or something in there! My balls felt like big old plums or small peaches in my briefs, and my God- the head of my cock was sticking out the waistband!

I slipped off my T-shirt and briefs quickly, seeing, feeling, and sensing other changes. I went to the mirror to catalog them. My body was shaped a bit differently now- instead of a pear-shape, it was chestier, more evenly distributed. I had been very hairy- big patched of hair on my shoulders and back, arms and legs. Now, my skin was smooth and hairless, except for patches on my chest, crotch, and forearms. My arms and legs looked more defined. My face looked like I had a great makeover somehow- it was obviously me, but a lot better than I think I have ever looked. Even my hair looked better- from a dark sandy brown with gray streaks to a lighter ‘sun-kissed’ color. I looked dignified, mature- even wise! My eyes- hey, my eyes had gone from a medium brown to a twinkling hazel! I looked less like a lump and more like a bear- in a good way! The impression I had of my body was ‘solid, strong, and tough’. Jeannie also informed me that she had boosted my cardiovascular system, immune system, and so on to improve my overall health, and boosted my metabolism so I would burn off the excess weight over time.

She also admitted that she made me multi-orgasmic and able to erect, cum, and fertilize at will. As she was telling me this, I noticed that she was a bit flush and breathing a bit heavily. I asked if she was OK and in reply, she launched herself against me and crushed her tits against my newly solid chest. Sometimes, even ‘I’ could figure out what a woman wants, and I lifted her oh-so-easily and took her into the bedroom.

She squirmed out of my grasp (which felt quite delightful) and pushed me to sit on her bed. Music swelled in the background and she began to do an incredible, sensuous dance to the mid-eastern rhythms. She rang small cymbals I had not noticed her holding before and tiny bells on her shoes and clothes began to jingle as she swayed her body. The music slowly picked up tempo, and she began to dance faster- mixing some belly dancing in the mix as she unfastened one of the large colorful veils she was wearing. She tossed the veil on me as she wriggled her tummy in my face.

I licked her navel and she giggled and playfully pushed me away as the dance continued- faster and slower, loosing one veil at a time. Sometimes it was an energetic belly dance, other times it looked like raw sex as she twisted and moved like a cat. Sometimes she would let me touch or kiss her sweaty skin, other times she would hold it tantalizingly just out of reach.

The music swelled and her dancing took on a feverish pitch as she was down to last few veils and pieces of clothing- she was looking pretty hot and bothered as she stared at my naked and very erect cock. Suddenly, she launched herself at me like a missile, bowling me over and kissing me furiously. Her hot sex was directly over my hard cock and she was twisting it on my cock’s head as her lips parted and began to engulf me. She sat up on me squatting back on her haunches, and lowered herself onto my meat with a delicious roll of her hips. Her pussy seemed to have a life of its own as her internal muscles gripped and pulled me in inch by electric inch. Her entire body was slowly settling on top of me as I reached up to play with her buoyant breasts. As I caressed and kissed her big tits, I swear her pussy got hotter and tighter- it felt so good, but I was afraid my cock would be squirted out like a watermelon seed under the pressure!

I repositioned her a tad and began to try to hump upwards into her as she instinctively took up the opposite rhythm. Soon, we were in a groove and her pussy was making incredibly loud slurping noises as we slid apart and slapped back together. I was playing with her tits and clit, and she was playing with my balls with one hand and supporting herself with the other. She leaned back some more and I was rubbing her G-spot as I moved in and out- she was shuddering with pleasure and making odd little yipping noises every time I shoved back in. I could not hold back much longer and soon blew a massive wad of sperm deep into her womb. She screamed as the hot juices exploded in her and she came violently and wetly, her own juices squirting out under pressure. We managed a couple more energetic pumps before the bed broke and we lay there exhausted, but chuckling about it all.

I fell asleep for a bit, and when I woke up, the bed was not only repaired, but the room was different- draped in gauze and lighter, sweet smelling and immaculately clean. (Tammy was not exactly a domestic goddess. I did not mention that her bed was several layers deep in clothes and stuff strewn on it.) I was clean and refreshed, and Tammy looked magnificent in a simpler outfit, more like that worn on the TV show. God, I wanted her again- and this time I wanted to explore the possibilities of a magical mate further than just some background music. But... a quick look at the time reminded me that Susan and Betty were still home and probably wondering what happened to me.

4. Back at the ranch...

Tammy and I drove home and we talked more about the situation. She was excited to meet Susan and Betty, and in no time we were there.

I entered the room first to find the two bustling about making a wonderful smelling dinner, humming to themselves as they choreographed their efforts. God- I had almost forgotten how beautiful they were! Betty was so tall and graceful- her raven tresses sparkling in the lights. She was wearing a black silk tank-top that showed her navel and black leather hip-huggers that accentuated her curves gloriously. She had forgone shoes and her nails were a brilliant red that matched her fingernails and lips. Odd... for some reason I was thinking of her as ‘Betty’ again, when I had been thinking of her almost exclusively as ‘BritBeth’ before. Betty was such an ordinary name for a creature like this!

Susan was wearing a simple denim shirt tied under her glorious breasts and a pair of far-too-tight short shorts that she had left the top button undone on. A large expanse of her trim tummy was showing, tantalizingly close to her womanhood. She had a simple country farm-girl look going compared to Betty’s more exotic and sophisticated appearance, but both were incredibly sexy.

They squealed when they saw me and put down what they were doing to come over and kiss me. The led me to the table and sat me down, asking where I had been. Incredibly, the only tone in their voice was pleased curiosity- no anger or irritation over my having been gone for hours with no hint as to where I was or when I’d be back. I had been unforgivably thoughtless, but they were showing none of it!

I told them I had been out on an errand. “Watch this!” I said dramatically, pointing to the ground. As arranged, a puff of pink smoke burst forth, with familiar theme music coming from nowhere. Her face and upper arms formed from the mist, and Tammy did an equally familiar little dance and kissed both of the other girls rather demurely on their cheeks. They stood there, stunned, mouths agape. Susan broke first.

“She’s GORGEOUS! Jeannie? Wha...?” Susan was all smiles and excitement as Tammy stood in a mockery of the ‘hands behind your back, head down’ slave pose, a sexy smirk on her face.

“Susan, Betty..., ah, BritBeth, meet Tammy.” I quickly outlined who she was and now is.

Betty exclaimed “Can she do magic too?” Tammy looked at me as I told them that she did indeed have some pretty impressive powers to match her impressive looks. “Can WE ask her to do things?” She wondered.

“Sure,” I replied. “I already told her that we are all basically equals in this and that she should listen to you, just as you would listen to her... as long as you don’t ask her to do something that would hurt or negatively affect any of us, especially me.” Tammy nodded and smiled.

“Sweet!” Betty exclaimed. She went over and whispered in Tammy’s ear and Tammy smiled, looked at Susan, and blinked in her direction.

“What?” Susan burst out. “What did you do to me?”

Betty/Brit smiled. “You’ll know in a second, dear!”

I ‘felt’ that Susan now felt all warm and excited by the idea of being ‘with’ Betty and Tammy- feeling their tongues on her pussy, kissing theirs, touching their beautiful breasts... hold it... Wow. Susan had never had these sorts of thoughts before. Sure, she and Betty had both had me at the same time, but Susan had not touched Betty all that much during the episode. Susan walked up to Betty and gave her a big, wet, probing kiss, then licked her ear and whispered “Thanks, I can’t wait till later! My pussy’s all wet for you.” huskily in it.

“By the way, I have already taken advantage of Tammy’s powers” I announced, opening my trousers to show one of my main new enhancements.

“Oh, sweet mother of God” Susan exclaimed, gazing at it. She began to step towards it, like a moth to a flame. Betty/Brit stood stunned, staring for a long second as Susan knelt before me, as if to an alter, and gently, worshipfully, took me in her mouth.

Her jaws stretched almost to their limit to accept it all, and I felt her try to deep throat me, working to overcome her gag reflex, massaging my sensitive head with the back of her throat. She was playing with my balls with her free hand as her other hand wrapped around my waist to support her and allow her to pull her face further along my cock. I had my eyes closed so I did not notice that BritBeth had joined Susan. When I felt another tongue on my shaft, I looked down to see Brit licking my shaft when Susan pulled back. One of Brit’s hands was caressing Susan’s crotch through her skin-tight sorts and her other hand was playing with Susan’s rock hard nipples. It was affecting Susan, and me through her. As she shuddered through an orgasm, her moans vibrated on my meat and brought me over the edge. My balls filled and I felt them pump their load down Susan’s slick throat. Some of the semen was escaping to be captured by Brit’s waiting lips.

Tammy was watching with glazed eyes, touching herself tentatively as the two cleaned off any last drops from me and each other. It was so sexy to watch these two gorgeous women lick and suck my cum off each other’s faces! Their hands drifted to the other person’s breasts, and they each lovingly removed the other’s top so they could continue their play flesh on flesh. My penis stirred watching them as they drifted to the couch and their bottoms began to slide away under the other person’s probing hands. Brit must have been lusting after Susan for a long time, I figured. Probably even as Betty. I figured they would be busy for several minutes, so I pulled Tammy over and just plain took her. I bent her at the waist, tore off her filmy panty shorts or whatever they were, and just jammed my cock in her sopping pussy to the hilt. She burst out with a laughing moan in surprise and pleasure, then began to work her hips like she was dancing again.

I reached up and grabbed her plump breasts, kneading them and grasping them almost roughly, and she squealed and pushed her bottom harder against me. I got rougher, harder, deeper, more aggressive and she just seemed to get hotter and hotter, panting, moaning, ramming herself back against me. I came with a growl- I had never been this animalistic in sex before. Tammy came with a series of loud moans as my spunk blasted its way through her. After I pulled out, she sunk to her knees and cleaned me off, gently and tenderly, one hand over herself so as to not leak anything on the carpet. God, I shivered seeing her so subservient like that- my cock twitched just thinking about it.

When Tammy and I returned to the kitchen, Susan and Brit were serving supper. Tammy seemed upset that she had not done it, but she WAS a bit busy a minute ago. We ate in a pleasant cloud of conversation, sexuality, and satiation. Susan and Brit told about their day. Brit had set up some portfolios of investments and figured out a few ways to get some income so we would not all have to work-although she confessed that she loved her new job enough that she was planning to go back. Susan announced that she was going back as well, tentatively, but had taken the rest of the week off to ‘recuperate’ from the ‘flu’ she had Friday. I figured what the hey, and called myself in for the next couple days as well. Tammy had already quit over the phone before we came home.

Susan announced that she had been working on a place for us all to live and had decided that her house would be the best choice. Unless, she asked, Tammy’s would be better? I assured her that Tammy’s was not adequate for our needs, and that she had already sent a note informing them that she was moving out. I had planned on her living here with me, but had not counted on Susan and Brit having the same ideas!

Susan and Brit caught the implications immediately and were stunned that I had even considered that they were not living here. Neither of them could envision a life without me, they both said, and had assumed...

I assured them it was OK, I just had not counted on it, or really even thought that far into the future about it. Brit let out a sigh of relief. She had also already sent notice of closure on her apartment and was thinking about what she would have to do to take it back. Wow- I had really set something in motion here!

After supper, no one could dissuade Tammy from clearing things up, but we did all pitch in a little over her protestations. I went to watch some TV and unwind. Tammy knelt at my feet and leaned on my legs. Brit leaned against me on one side and read a book, while Susan was on the other reading a paper. After a few minutes, I had a hand on Susan’s and Brit’s breasts, and a toe was playing with Tammy’s crotch-and everyone was sighing and snuggling up a bit tighter. Ah... what a life!