On the bed of a twentysomething NEET

Author's note: This thread is a sequel to my first two threads in this story, the first about Valerie, and the second about Emma (see the final story chapter in Valerie's story for directions from that point). I would advise reading both of those first to fully appreciate this thread.

Also, to give everyone fair warning since I know it will turn off a lot of people, toilet kinks may show up at any point in this thread. I know a lot of people do not like such things, and it will likely dissuade you from reading further. However, I want to include such elements, and so I feel you should know in advance what you will be getting in that regard, and I entirely respect anyone's choice not to read further given that. It may not show up in every chapter (for instance, it does not show up in this introductory chapter) but it could show up at any point in later ones.

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Melody had a dirty secret: she loved reading stories that were probably written by pervy straight guys in which women were largely treated like sex objects.

No concern for realistic physiology, questions of actual consent just brushed past, sex treated as an inevitable result of the setup rather than something that the main character actually had to earn and deserve.

She was honest enough with herself that she could admit, at least in the privacy of her own mind, that she especially wanted to be one of the female protagonists sometimes written, one who had not just fat tits and hard muscles and a really sensitive pussy but also a massive cock that was probably only there because the guy writing it had no idea how to write sex that didn't involve a dick in some way.

She was sitting mostly nude in her tiny studio apartment, one hand down her panties and the other kneading one of her own sizable boobs while the screen was on a slow scroll, reading about some such character who found a so-called "sex genie" lamp, promptly circumvented all of its meaningful restrictions after it turned her worst enemy into her magical submissive, adoring slave, and proceeded to go on a ludicrous power trip. This was after she'd read about another woman whose girlfriends had gotten trapped in a similar lamp only for the three of them all to become deities or whatever. The author had hamfistedly linked the two together.

She reached her own climax while the woman was spanking her genie, and then read the last bit about how the two became Gods themselves.

She took a quick look through other things the author had written.

"Ugh, does this idiot know how to write anything that doesn't involve some character being or becoming all-powerful? Doesn't this hack know that actually adhering to some restrictions is what makes power fantasy interesting?" she muttered. She closed the tab. Read one, read them all, she figured. She might come back to the larger story where she'd found those threads, though. It had some mildly interesting fanfic.

Even with that self-awareness, the twenty-five-year-old NEET--she was living on a trust fund left to her by a rich aunt who would probably have disapproved of how she spent the time thus granted her by her lack of any need for an actual job--still sometimes thought that she might be the sort of person such an author would write about. After all, while she didn't have the sort of body found in that type of fetish-porn story, she was still amply busty, enough to need to go to specialty stores for her bras, visibly muscular, and her sexual sensitivity was exquisite. She was sometimes tempted to write smutty self-insert power fantasy, which she knew would likely end up along not-too-different lines from what she had just been reading, but she prided herself on having the decency not to inflict that on anyone else.

Give her that sort of power in real life, on the other hand, and she'd make it everyone's problem.

She was just about to take a shower to wash off the sweat from her vigorous masturbation when she heard a voice from her bed that went straight to her clit.

"Well what are you waiting for?" a voice that was simultaneously irritated and mind-meltingly sensual said. "Come on, rub me already, it's not like I've been waiting to harvest your sexual energy since you started fingering yourself to that tripe."

Melody had already dumped her soaked panties in her laundry hamper so, standing entirely naked except for her ankle socks, she turned toward her bed and saw exactly the sort of lamp that had been in the story she'd gotten off to.

"Oh, fuck me, did my life just become a bad porno?"

"I'd love to fuck you, Mistress," the voice continued, "but you gotta let me out of here first."

"You look like the sort of lamp I was just reading about. How do I know you won't trap me inside and make me a slave to whoever finds it next?"

"You don't. But you'll be very, very happy if that happens, if I'm actually just the lamp, and you'll be very, very happy if I'm a genie already in there eager to grant your every sexual wish."

"I'd be happy because you'd rewrite my mind to make me happy. I'm plenty happy living off my trust fund right now, thanks. And if you've been watching me enough to know what I was just reading, you probably know enough about me to know that I don't want to be some other asshole's subby slave, I want to be the oversexed free-use protagonist who goes around technically-not-raping everyone. Big dick included, because I don't want to limit my sexual options that way."

The voice from the lamp sighed. "Let's just cut to the chase here. I'm a genie who's been sent specifically for you, because Valerie and Emma--yes, they're real--want you to fulfill a particular purpose for them. To that end, for reasons I'll explain further if you'll just rub the damn lamp, I'm not quite as bound about by the various sex-genie rules as others are, because those two get to set the rules in the first place. So tell you what, rub me, and I promise that if I'm empty you won't get sucked in, you can just go find some other poor sod to be the genie instead."

"I have no reason to believe you and no way of knowing if you're telling the truth," Melody pointed out.

"Ugh," muttered the voice, still sexy enough to bring Melody to the brink of orgasm again. The woman nonetheless turned around and started walking toward her shower again. "Good thing Valerie and Emma foresaw the stubbornness of someone who's content with her lot in life."

Abruptly Melody's foot slipped on a banana peel that she knew for a fact hadn't been in her path a moment prior. She windmilled her arms furiously, but all that accomplished was to bang a finger against a wall, redirecting her momentum so that she fell backward onto her bed, her cheek brushing the lamp as she landed on her back.

The woman recovered quickly, leaping off the bed, and rolled her eyes as the lamp proved to have been perfectly honest. Iridescent smoke billowed from its tip, resolving itself into the upper body of a woman who looked to be a few decades older than Melody. If she were in a porn story, Melody reflected, the author would probably describe the other woman as a "MILF" or a "cougar".

Melody was honest enough to admit to herself that she would use the terms herself.

"Was that so hard, Mistress?" the genie asked.

"I'm in a bad porn story, probably by that same author, aren't I. I guess that explains why I've got the body I do. It seems like the sort of thing that author might write their protagonist as having at the outset, if Valerie was any indication."

"You'd have a better understanding if you'd read the rest of their stuff, Mistress," the genie said.

This time it was Melody's turn to groan. "Ugh. But really, a banana peel? That feels like the author abruptly realizing that they had no way of starting their plot given how they set up my life and had to resort to out-of-place slapstick comedy just to get me to rub the lamp. I guess I shouldn't have expected much from someone who seemed that singularly untalented but that in particular is gonna stick out like a sore middle finger." Melody once again tried to go to her bathroom, this time to run her middle finger, sore from being jammed against a wall, under cold water to try to alleviate a bit of the swelling, but the genie interrupted her.

"You know you could just wish for me to kiss it better, right, Mistress?"

"'Kiss it better'? What, is this idiot trying to write some fucking mommy-kink genie-fetish porn now? God, maybe I should read the rest of that tripe, just to have some sense for how bad this could get."

"If you let me have a pussy you could stick it in there instead and I could heal it while you finger me," the genie pointed out.

"If you were a guy I could give you a handjob instead. Not that I object to fingering you, I'm pan, just that for fuck's sake, is this author just incapable of writing subby men or something?"

"Well, if this is a story and it is being written by a pervy straight dude with free-use fantasies or something, he might just not want to write men in submissive positions. Plenty of other stuff out there to read if you want that. You might like it more, too, if your opinion of that author is so low."

Melody took a deep breath. "All right, all right. So, just how much are you a sex genie like in that dumb story I just read? Also, what's your name so I can stop thinking of you as just a genie. Fucking objectifying, that's what that is."

"I don't mind being objectified, Mistress. After all, I am a sex genie, I exist to be objectified. But my name is Genevieve. As for how much I'm like the story--which, as I said, is real, that's how Valerie and Emma and their genies became Gods--well, mostly."

"Does 'mostly' mean that dumb hack where I can get any wish granted as long as it's conditioned on an orgasm won't work with you?"

"Of course it will still work. Valerie and Emma aren't so jealous of their power that they were just going to take away the main method they used to achieve apotheosis."

Melody screamed. "This author should just quit at this point. Obviously they're completely out of ideas and just repeating themselves. If they can't write something original why write anything at all?"

"On the other hand, Mistress, 'Holy shit, three cakes.'"

"Okay, okay. Well, first, let's make the standard wishes about privacy and adults."

"Granted and granted. I trust you don't need to know the implementation details, Mistress?"

"Nope, as long as it's at least as stringent as what Valerie did."

"Valerie and Emma wouldn't let me do any less, Mistress."

"Now, what did you mean by 'mostly', Genevieve?"

"Gen, please, Mistress. Yeah, yeah, 'Gen the genie'. 'Genevieve' is just lengthy."

"Okay, Gen, then. What did 'mostly' mean?"

"Well, as I said, Valerie and Emma want you to do something special for them, Mistress. You know how the two between them were able to bring others into the divine realm?"

"Yeah, I thought that was just as stupid a contrivance as the rest of it, frankly."

"Well, be that as it may, they would still like to be able to leave. The problem is that changing something so fundamental to their existence requires someone redirecting their own apotheosis energy from a sex genie into changing the rules of Godhood instead, so they grabbed a lamp that was bouncing around in limbo and that already had a genie in it and tasked it with going to someone who would be willing to do that. It took a few millennia but that someone would appear to be you, Mistress."

"What, they think I'd give up literal Godhood, even if it means being trapped? Something went wrong with that because no way in fuck would I do that."

"Well, that gets into what they're having to give up to have a hope of this working, Mistress. They couldn't track the lamp once they'd released it, and as a result they don't know where I ended up or who has it."

"It clearly backfired, then. I'm just gonna race to apotheosis if only so that I can laugh in their faces about that."

"What that also means, Mistress, is that they can't enforce the rules about sex genies quite as well as they might otherwise. If they ever observe some universe, certain fundamental parts of their existence--like not being able to leave the divine realm--become baked into that universe. In other words, they can't watch what you do, and while there are still a few rules that you have to follow, you already made the wishes to take care of the biggest ones. Other than that, you'll find that my rules are a lot more malleable than anything Valerie had to labour under."

"So could I just wish for enough sexual energy for apotheosis right now?"

"It's not going to be that easy, Mistress. You're also not going to have the cheat that Emma got. You're gonna have to fuck to Godhood the slow way."

Melody nodded. "I'm not exactly about to complain about getting more sex. I don't mind that, I just mind being a character in some washed-up writer's story. But I guess I can't do fuck all about that. So, what was that you were saying about 'changing the rules of Godhood'?"

Gen nodded in turn. "You can become a God yourself, and me along with you, or you can change how Godhood works, yes, but then you yourself can never become one, nor can I unless you release me and I find someone else who does ascend."

Melody thought for a moment. "Give yourself a proper body, Gen," she ordered.

The genie promptly obliged, posing her naked body sexily on the bed--though it was impossible for her not to be sexy.

"Now, I am gonna use that orgasm hack," Melody said, "but instead of conditioning it on my orgasms..." Melody grinned as she paused. "Gen, you are allowed to orgasm as normal, and my non-sexual wishes will be conditioned on your orgasms."

Melody drove her sore finger into Gen's twat as the genie had suggested, and the human barked out a series of commands as climaxes crashed through the hypersensitive genie. "Heal my finger. Always have a proper body unless I specifically direct otherwise. Turn your lamp into a tramp-stamp tattoo on your ass. Alter how your lamp tattoo works to make anyone who touches it into my submissive slave, even more than you are. Make it so that nobody cares about public sexual activity in which either of us engage."

"Not all of those needed orgasms, Mistress," Gen pointed out.

"No, but I want you to have orgasms, Gen," Melody said, continuing to finger-fuck the genie. "Yes, I might be a domineering bitch, but I'm not into orgasm denial. It's a lot hotter to see someone squirming in orgasm than squirming because they're being edged, if you ask me. Also, stop calling me 'Mistress'. I want that from my other slaves but I want you to call me Melody, or Mel."

"All right, Mel," Genevieve agreed. "Holy shit, I didn't think that one would work. Valerie and Emma have both been pretty insistent on the whole Master/Mistress thing."

"Well, what Valerie and Emma want can fuck right off. What they don't know can't h--" Melody stopped abruptly.

"Mel?" Gen asked.

"Valerie and Emma have no idea what I'm doing, right?"

"They can't, if you're to be able to change how they exist in relation to the multiverse they oversee."

Melody cackled. "Then they're going to get exactly what they wanted from me. I'll change the rules of Godhood for them, just how they want. They'll be able to enter any universe they please."

"I thought you said you were just going to become a God yourself, Mel."

"Why would I want something so pedestrian as that?"

As Melody explained her plan to Genevieve, the genie eventually found herself unable to hold back her own cackles.