Guys' Night, Genie Optional

Monday evening rolled around, and Carl was buzzing with anticipation. Not for school – obviously – but for his sacred Monday night gaming session. Tonight was the night for competitive ranked matches, fueled by energy drinks and questionable snack food, with his wingmen, Mark and Tony, online and ready to rumble. He logged into his streaming software, the familiar interface popping up on his monitor. He adjusted his headset, a complex setup with a built-in mic that amplified every triumphant yell and every frustrated groan.

He glanced around his bedroom. Empty pizza boxes littered the floor, textbooks lay open but unread on his desk, and the glowing screens of his gaming rig cast a blue light over everything. This was his sanctuary, his domain. And tonight, he didn’t want any… distractions. Even ones as alluring as his new girlfriend.

He thought about Stacy. His feelings were a weird mix of possessiveness and slight confusion, especially remembering the spicy details of the past 24 hours. He knew he could just wish her here, but that felt… overbearing. And honestly, he kind of liked having given her the night off, even if she was a pain in the ass about it. He figured he could butter her up a bit before the next phase of granting wishes.

No, tonight was guys’ night. Stacy could just help him out with one little thing, then vanish until tomorrow. He grinned, a plan forming.

He reached into his pocket, the familiar weight of the ring a comforting presence. He pulled it out, the gold warm against his skin. “Stacy! Where are you?” he thought, projecting his voice mentally. “You there? Need your help for a second.”

Within a minute, Stacy appeared in his room, a faint shimmer of displaced air marking her arrival. She was still dressed in the sexy black dress she wore to the bar. “Master,” she said, her voice flat. “What do you want? I was just about to start my psych homework.”

Carl waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, yeah, psych homework, riveting. Look, it’s guys’ night. Gaming. I don’t need you… lurking. But I do need a little… boost.” He gestured vaguely at his computer setup. “I want super fast reflexes tonight. Like, god-tier reaction time. And,” he leaned forward conspiratorially, “I want to be able to trash talk like a legend. Every insult lands, every comeback is gold. And while we’re at it… a million followers on my stream would be pretty sweet, right?”

Stacy’s expression remained unimpressed. “You want speed, wit, and internet validation? Fine.” She pointed at his shirt pocket. “Hold the ring.”

Carl didn’t hesitate. He took the ring, his fingers closing around it.

“Okay,” she said, looking him directly in the eye. “Hold the ring. Think the wish clearly. That way, you don’t have to embarrass yourself talking out loud.”

Stacy had noticed that inaudible wishes were more… malleable… than spoken ones. Theses pseudo-wishes opened her power up without being overly restrictive.

Carl blinked, surprised by her helpfulness. “Uh, okay.” He held the ring, closed his eyes, and concentrated, picturing lightning-fast reflexes, witty comebacks flying from his lips, and the number ‘1,000,000’ flashing on his follower count. He didn’t speak the words aloud.

Stacy felt the familiar surge of power and a little bit of stimulation along with the magical compulsion to fulfill his desire. She focused, twisting the raw energy into the specific abilities Carl wanted. It was… surprisingly easy when he was so focused on concrete, if slightly absurd, things

“Done,” she said, a hint of genuine relief in her voice. “Thanks for the night off, by the way. This is much easier than the beach.”

Carl grinned, absent-mindedly slipping the ring back onto his finger instead of into pocket. He could already feel a difference, a buzzing energy in his fingertips, words forming effortlessly in his mind. “Awesome! Thanks, Stacy. You’re actually pretty useful.” He paused, remembering their earlier conversation. “Hey, speaking of… you know,” he gestured vaguely between them, “the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing. Is there anything you want? Now that we’re, you know. Official-ish.”

Stacy raised an eyebrow, a dry amusement returning to her expression. “Yeah, actually. You could leave me alone for the rest of the night. And you could buy me new panties. You kind of… destroyed the last pair I was wearing.” Her tone was casual, almost a throwaway comment, but it landed with a quiet impact.

Carl grinned. He remembered how forcefully he’d left her in the classroom. “Oh. Right. Uh… yeah, sure. New panties. Got it.”

At that moment, a voice crackled through his headset. “Yo, Carl! You there, man? We ready to frag some noobs?” It was Mark.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here!” Carl replied, unmuting the mic.

Then Tony’s voice joined in. “Who you talking to, dude? It looked like someone else might be in the room.”

Carl winced internally. Even with his mic muted, his video feed showed him talking to someone offscreen. “Uh, just… my girlfriend,” he mumbled into the headset.

Silence for a moment, then both Mark and Tony erupted.

“Girlfriend?! Carl, no way!”

“Since when do you have a girlfriend, man? Introduce us!”

Carl shot Stacy a look of panic. She, in turn, was already backing away towards the door, sensing the inevitable awkwardness. “Nope. My work here is done. Have fun with your… reflexes.”

“Wait, Stacy, don’t go!” Carl said quickly muting his mic, his mind racing. His friends were demanding an introduction, and the thought of showing off his new ‘girlfriend’ to his burgeoning online following suddenly felt incredibly appealing. He still didn’t fully grasp the nuances of her power, but he knew she could *change* things. He looked at her, standing near the door, ready to disappear. He looked at his computer screen, the streaming software active, his friends waiting, his hypothetical million followers out there somewhere.

He felt the ring on his finger and reached for it, his voice dropping to a more commanding tone, laced with a new kind of possessiveness. “I wish… I wish you were my egirl girlfriend! Right now!” He didn’t care if she heard the wish this time.

Stacy froze, her hand on the doorknob. Her eyes widened, and a familiar, unwelcome stimulating tingle washed over her. Her vision blurred for a split second, and she felt a strange, almost disorienting shift. Her clothes seemed to… rearrange themselves. Her black dress top morphed into a brightly colored crop top and pleated skirt paired with fishnet stockings. Her hair seemed to change color, streaks of vivid pink appearing amidst the dark strands. Heavy, dramatic eyeliner materialized around her eyes, and her lips felt suddenly plumper, glossier. She looked down at herself, a sense of bewildered resignation washing over her. Carl’s wish had transformed her into a living embodiment of the 'egirl' aesthetic – deliberately cute, slightly edgy, and designed for online consumption. She looked… hot. In a very specific, internet-friendly way.

Carl’s jaw dropped. “Whoa,” he breathed, his eyes wide with surprised delight. This was even better than he’d imagined.

“Alright, guys!” Carl yelled into his headset, his voice booming with newfound confidence. He swung his chair around, positioning himself in front of his webcam, Stacy now standing awkwardly behind him, looking like a glitch in reality in his messy room.

“Check it out! Told you I had a girlfriend! Say hi to the stream, guys! This is… uh…” he fumbled for a name, looking at Stacy. “This is… Sparkle-chan!” He grinned, a look of pure, unadulterated victory on his face as he turned back to his monitor, ready to introduce his magical, unwilling egirl girlfriend to the internet. Stacy could only manage a weak, mortified wave to the unseen audience.

The chat exploded. Emotes flooded the screen, questions popped up faster than Carl could read them. *WHO IS SHE???* *CARL GOT A GF???* *SPARKLE-CHAN HI!!!* The sudden attention felt exhilarating.

Carl leaned into the camera, a smug grin firmly in place. “Alright, alright, settle down chat! Yeah, this is Sparkle-chan, my new egirl girlfriend.” He put an arm around Stacy, who stiffened under his touch, her egirl makeup failing to hide her growing mortification. “She models the latest egirl fashion trends, obviously.”

He paused, letting that sink in, the chat buzzing with reactions. Then he leaned closer to the mic, a wicked glint in his eye. “And she’s also… dabbling in the camgirl scene. Just for my loyal followers, of course.”

Stacy’s eyes widened. She whipped around and delivered a sharp, audible slap to Carl’s back, making him yelp. “Ow! What was that for?!” he complained, rubbing his shoulder.

“I am *not* a camgirl!” Stacy hissed, her voice low and indignant.

The chat, of course, loved the drama. *LOL SPARKLE-CHAN GOT SPICE* *CAMGIRL PREVIEW???* *SHOW US MORE!* *MODEL THE OUTFIT!*

Carl chuckled, ignoring Stacy’s glare. “See? The fans want to know more, Sparkle-chan.” He turned back to the camera. “Chat wants to see Sparkle-chan model some of her… fashion. Maybe give you guys a little preview of what she’s been working on.” He lowered his voice slightly, winking at the camera. “She has this *adorable* cosplay costume she was just dying to try out tonight, right babe?” He didn't wait for Stacy to respond, knowing the ring compelled her. He looked at her expectantly. “Go on. Change off-screen.”

Stacy’s jaw tightened, but she knew arguing was pointless. She turned and walked towards the corner of the room, hidden from the webcam’s view. As she moved, Carl held up the ring, silently wishing for the costume he had in mind – something revealing, something that screamed ‘anime battle babe’. A flash of light, barely perceptible, emanated from the ring, and Stacy felt the uncomfortable, magical tug as her current egirl clothes shimmered and transformed into the costume Carl desired. It was a wild concoction of tight, metallic-looking fabric, strategically placed cutouts, and straps that seemed to defy gravity. It looked less like armor and more like weaponized lingerie, designed to showcase as much skin as possible while hinting at fantastical combat.

She reappeared in the camera’s view, the revealing costume leaving very little to the imagination. She felt incredibly awkward, the fabric tight and unfamiliar. The chat went absolutely wild.

“Alright, Sparkle-chan,” Carl said, beaming. “Give ‘em a little show! Show off the… intricate details of the costume.”

Stacy **** a smile, her body protesting. She wasn’t a dancer, or a model. But the compulsion was there. She tried to mimic some of the poses she’d seen online, striking awkward stances that still managed to highlight the revealing nature of the outfit. She ran a hand along her hip, tilted her head, and attempted a few spins, the short skirt flaring slightly, revealing her ass in the camera. It felt humiliating, performing like this for a faceless audience on the internet.

All the while, under her breath, she whispered fiercely to Carl. “You said I had the night off! This wasn’t the deal! I was supposed to be doing homework!”

Carl, however, was oblivious to her distress, too busy watching the follower count tick up and the chat praise her. He occasionally winked at the camera, playing into the fantasy. The chat was filled with fire emojis and heart eyes.

Through his headset, he heard Mark and Tony chiming in.

“Dude, that outfit is sick!” Mark exclaimed.

“Yeah, Carl, Sparkle-chan is fire! Where’d you find her?” Tony added.

Stacy managed to make her body look sexy for the viewers, highlighting her curves in the revealing costume, her movements becoming more fluid as she leaned into the performance, but she resolutely refused to let the costume slip or intentionally show any more skin than the outfit already did. She ran a hand over her stomach, then up to her chest, pausing to let the camera linger for a moment before moving on. She stopped mid-pose, her fake smile dropping slightly.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough for tonight, chat!” Carl announced, leaning back into view, effectively blocking Stacy from the camera. “That’s all the Sparkle-chan you get for now! Gotta keep you guys wanting more, right?” He winked at the camera again. “We’ll resume the regularly scheduled gaming in a little bit. Stay tuned!”

He ended the public stream, the ‘Offline’ screen replacing his face. He then switched to a private voice channel with Mark and Tony.

“Dude, seriously, who is she?!” Tony demanded immediately, not recognizing *Sparkle-chan* as his classmate, Stacy.

“She’s… complicated,” Carl said, a smug tone in his voice. He glanced back at Stacy, who was starting to subtly tug at the edges of the revealing costume, looking utterly miserable.

“Complicated?” Mark scoffed. “She’s hot! And that costume? Next level! Hey, Carl, ask Sparkle-chan if she can come back for a sec. Just for us. Maybe give us a little… private show? One that goes a *little* further?”

Stacy froze at the suggestion, her head snapping up. She looked at Carl, her eyes wide and filled with a deep, profound disappointment.

Carl winked at the screen, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Alright, guys, I'll see what Sparkle-chan's up for. Maybe she'll give us a little private show, just for the three of us." He glanced over at Stacy, who was still tugging at the edges of her costume, her face a mask of discomfort. He muted the microphone and pulled her into the corner of the room, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Listen, if you do a little strip for the guys, just enough to tease them, you can go home. I'll even let you cover your nipples. They'll be properly teased, and everyone walks away happy."

Stacy sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She nodded, resignation etched on her face. "Fine," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "But just a little, and then I'm gone."

Carl grinned, squeezing her arm. "That's my girl. Now, let's give the guys a show they'll never forget." He pulled her back into the area visible to his friends on the private channel, positioning her in the center of the frame.

"Alright, chat's gone, just us now," he announced, his tone casual. "Sparkle-chan's agreed to give us a little something extra." Stacy's eyes met the camera, her expression a mix of **** and resignation.

Stacy stood in front of the camera, her metallic costume glinting under the dim lighting. She knew she had to perform, but she decided to do it her way. With a deep breath, she began to move slowly, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back. Her hips swayed gently, each movement deliberate and teasing. The guys watched, their excitement palpable.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation as Stacy slowly turned her back to the camera, her hands tracing the edges of the fabric around her chest.

Mark’s voice cut through the silence, laced with desire. “Are you going to take off that armor, Sparkle-chan?” he asked, his words barely above a whisper.

Carl nodded, his grin widening. “Oh, she just… might… do it!”

Stacy’s fingers moved deftly, each piece of fabric coming undone with deliberate slowness. She paused for a moment, her back still to the camera, and glanced over. She couldn't believe she was doing this…

She turned to face them again, her arm crossed over her chest, strategically hiding her breasts, but the revealing costume that had covered her top had fallen to the floor. The room fell silent as the guys took in the sight of her. Tony’s mouth hung open, and Mark’s eyes were wide with disbelief. Carl leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased to showcase his new girlfriend’s exquisite figure.

“Fucking hell,” Tony muttered, his voice filled with awe. “She’s… she’s even more beautiful than I imagined.”

The tension in the room was palpable as Stacy stood there, her expression a mix of **** and defiance. She knew she had to continue, to fulfill Carl’s wishes, no matter how uncomfortable it made her. With a deep breath, she lowered her arm slightly, just enough to tease them with a glimpse of what lay beneath. The guys erupted into a chorus of praises and demands, their voices overlapping as they urged her on. Carl, however, remained calm, his eyes never leaving Stacy’s face. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, and he was determined to push her further, to see just how far she would go to keep him satisfied.

"Lick your fingers, Sparkle-chan.” Carl’s voice cut through the silent routine. “One by one, nice and slow."

Stacy hesitated, her eyes darting to Carl's face, searching for any sign of leniency. But his expression was unyielding, his gaze intense as he leaned back in his chair, the genie ring glinting on his finger. She knew better than to defy him when he touched the ring, but she hoped to stall, to find a way to maintain some semblance of control.

Slowly, she raised one hand, her fingers trembling as she brought her index finger to her lips. The tip of her tongue flickered out, tracing the length of her finger with deliberate slowness. The room was silent, the only sound the soft wetness of her lips slurping against her skin.

Mark and Tony exchanged glances, their anticipation palpable. They yearned for more….

A pang of jealousy hit Carl all of a sudden. He wasn’t ready to share his new girlfriend with his buddies so completely… not yet. Carl thought they had been given enough of a tease for one night.

“Alright, Sparkles, you've given the guys a wonderful show,” said Carl, “But they'll have to wait until next time if they want to see the goods!”

Stacy sighed with relief as the guys audibly groaned over voice chat. She tried to conceal her intentions, but she was ready to leave.

“Ahh, come on, man!” said Tony.

“Yeah,” piped Mark. “You can't leave us hanging like that…”

“Good night guys!” said Carl, abruptly ending their video chat.

Stacy made a move to put her top back on, but Carl wasn't satisfied. Not yet.

“Hold up, Stacy!” He said before she could turn away. “You're not finished sucking your fingers!”

Stacy looked at him, confused. She thought he was going to go game with the guys…

"Suck them," he demanded, his voice harder now. "Every finger, Sparkles. Show me what you can do."

Stacy's eyes pleaded with him, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to refuse, to hold on to some shred of dignity, but the weight of the genie's compulsion was crushing. She would follow the order, even as she thought of a way to escape.

Stacy's hands rose to her mouth, her fingers parting slightly as she began to suck them one by one. In doing so she freed her breasts, and they jiggled slightly as they fell out of her arm. Her movements were slow at first, but as Carl's eyes narrowed, urging her on, she increased the intensity. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around each finger with exaggerated slowness. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with unspoken desire. As she sucked, her hands trembled, and the fabric of her costume shifted along her lower torso. Her breasts gently swung free with a soft, oscillating sway. Carl's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her perfectly bare tits.

Stacy scanned the room, looking for anything that could help her wiggle free. All she saw was Carl, sitting in his gaming chair in front of his PC. Maybe there was something that could pull him back to his computer.

Carl's voice cut through the silence again, low and commanding. "Rub your titties with your wet fingers, Sparkle-chan. Show us how much you like it." Stacy's eyes met his, a flicker of defiance there, but the compulsion of the genie ring was too strong. She obeyed, her wet fingers tracing circles around her nipples, the cool moisture sending shivers down her spine. Her breasts glistened under the dim light, and for the first time, Carl's arousal was palpable. He leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

If she wasn't careful, things could escalate far beyond what they'd done before… Stacy shuddered at the thought, and her movements became more deliberate, her fingers teasing her nipples as she arched her back slightly. She didn’t want to enjoy it, but it felt good, and that made coming up with an escape all that much harder.

Speaking of harder, as the room was filled with the sound of her heavy breathing and the soft wetness of her fingers against her skin, she noticed a bulge rising in Carl's pants. His gaze never left hers, his eyes gleaming with dominance. As she stared him down, an idea finally came to her: something to do with the game, a way it could invite him back, somehow.

She picked up the pace; now that she had her plan, she figured she might as well get something out of this lewd, topless. Her fingers switched from swirls to gentle twists and then from twists to subtle pinches. Her nipples were now erect. Stacy began to moan softly with each grab. Soon she had created just enough sexy, magical energy to make her intentions reality.

An invitation flashed on Carl's computer screen, waiting for acceptance.

“What's this?!” Carl said, “An invite… and a new skin?!”

He clicked hastily and a new cosmetic upgrade for his character popped onto his screen… It was a Sparkle-chan skin!

“I thought you'd like a gift, Master!” Stacy said, grinning topless as she walked over beside him, giving his shoulders a little squeeze. “Now you can play with me all the time, even when I’m not here.”

“That’s… very… thoughtful, Sparkles!” he said, his voice rough with arousal, but unsure of how to take Stacy's gesture. “I love it,” he eventually decided. “And the guys, the fans, they're gunna love it, too!” He scrolled up and down the model, rotating his digital version of Stacy around, amused.

Stacy stood there, chest still exposed, breathing heavily. The magical compulsion eased slightly, allowing her own emotions to surface. She looked at Carl, who was already engrossed in his computer, responding to messages and modifying his new Sparkle-chan loadout.

“So… I'm going to go,” Stacy said quietly as she took a step backwards.

“Uh, yeah, okay,” he said, waving a hand dismissively, already in the lobby of the next match.

With a shimmer, what remained of the revealing anime battle suit vanished, replaced by the simple black dress she’d been wearing earlier. Stacy hugged her arms around herself, the sudden return to modesty feeling stark after the **** exhibition.

Stacy stared at him, utterly disappointed that he once again didn't honor their deal. Carl was so consumed by his own desires, his own petty wants, that he didn’t even seem to register her feelings, her frustration, the violation she felt.

“With everything I do for you, Master,” she said finally, her voice colder now. “Don't forget those replacement panties. They better be fucking Chantelle!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get ‘em tomorrow,” he mumbled, his attention already focused on the loading screen of his game. “Now beat it, Stacy. I’m gaming.”

Stacy didn’t need to be told twice. With a heavy heart and a simmering anger, she turned and vanished out of his room, leaving him to his games, wondering just how much more complicated her life was going to become as his girlfriend.