The Genie's Shapeshifting

Ms. Wetzel remembered the Genie saying she could change form without using a wish. "Genie, change into a form with a cock, and then fuck me!"

The Genie smiled, deciding that she liked Matthew's wish for the women to be so horny. She swayed her hips back and forth as her hands ran down her body, flowing towards her crotch. She rubbed a patch of flesh, just above the folds of her pussy, and a lump slowly formed, transforming into a tiny cock. Even at this size, however, Ms. Wetzel had begun leaning closer to it, her eyes fixed on the desire Matthews wish had firmly placed in her. The Genie loved the look in her eyes, and considered trying to use her new part in its current state, just to see if the woman would let her, but decided against it. Her fingers traced up its length, and it grew as she did, so that by the time she reached the head it was ten inches. She'd probably have to shrink it a little before actually using it, but she liked the way it looked. Evidently, so did Ms. Wetzel, and she stared, her mouth partly gaping open. The Genie wasn't done yet though, and tapped the side of her new cock lightly. A thick ribbon of white cum erupted out, her careful aim letting her land it on the woman's face, beginning at once cheek and ending on the other. Ms. Wetzel stared as shot after shot of the Genie's semen landed on her chest, face, neck, and hair, until she looked like she had been cum on by a dozen cocks, instead of just the one.

Ms. Wetzel was realizing that unlike she had expected, the Genie had not turned into a man. But even simple realizations came to her slow when nine out of every ten thoughts were about the magnificent dick in front of her. Including the realization that her open mouth was now filled with cum, spilling out over her lips as she neither spat it out nor swallowed it.

The Genie did not plan on waiting for Ms. Wetzel to speak, however, and made her next move at once.