Here's How That Plan Could Backfire

I couldn't resist. I unhooked my bra and let Jessica's beautiful breasts free, and then I slid my panties down. I'd seen my private parts earlier while I was peeing, but I was too shocked to do much of anything then. Now that I knew things would be okay, I started with some tentative exploration. I brushed against my clit with a finger and was rewarded with a shudder of pleasure, so I started rubbing the area a bit more vigorously. Man, I always...mmm...knew women had it better, but...mmm...this is really nice. Maybe once I get the genie back...mmm...I can figure out a way to have it...mmm...feel like this when I'm a man, and --

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and a figure was standing next to my bed. Instinctively, I covered my crotch with a hand and my breasts with my other arm, and -- "Shit, Bob?!"

I had realized the figure was my next-door neighbor, and he had a big grin on his face. "So, you're your own Aunt Jessica, huh?"

"How did you get here?" I practically shrieked.

"Funny thing," he said. "Whoever controls the bottle controls the genie, or so I was told when I picked the bottle up off your floor."

"But then you used up a wish to teleport here?"

He chuckled. "Of course not. First I tried to wish for unlimited wishes, but the genie said that wasn't allowed. But then I asked if I could wish myself unlimited magic powers, and there was no problem with that. So go figure."

"But you're not holding the bottle now!" I pointed out. "What if someone else gets the genie, and --" I realized he was pointing to his neck -- he was wearing a silver necklace with a tiny charm hanging from it, shaped like a genie bottle. And I realized he must have changed the appearance of the bottle, so I forgot about my nakedness and launched myself off the bed towards Bob -- only to be met with what felt like a wall, which knocked me totally off-balance and onto the floor.

"A **** field around the bottle," he explained. "Guess that was a good move on my part." He offered his hand, which I took to pull myself off the carpet and into a standing position.

"Nice," he said, looking at my body lecherously. "Do you work out?"

"Jeez, Bob --"

"I didn't think you were all that hot in 'Sin City.' And you didn't even show your tits, but maybe you were too embarrassed, with chicks like Rosario Dawson around."

I felt my flesh crawling, for lack of a better term, and looked down to see my breasts expanding, looking as if someone was using an air hose to inflate them. They stopped at approximately the size of honeydew melons, defying gravity to jut almost straight outward from my chest.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Bob.

I tried to talk some sense into him. "Look, Bob, this is me, your friend, your neighbor Chris, okay? You've got magic powers -- you could turn me back into myself and then mess with the real Jessica Alba, not just some guy who looks like her. Or mess with anyone else you want. I wouldn't even mind if you sent me back to my apartment and made me forget about this whole thing!" I wasn't sure how effective that little speech would be as delivered in a sexy voice by a nude Jessica Alba who'd just had her boobs magically enlarged, but Bob did seem to be thinking things over.