Michael Rogers, single father of three

Michael was by all counts an honest, upstanding middle-aged man. He provided for his family adequately from his furniture store. There had been ups and downs in his life, such as the tragic passing of his wife ten years ago, but Michael had done well raising his children alone.

The eldest was Emily, a sweet woman of twenty-five. She possessed both brains and beauty, and had just started her career in law at a prestigious firm.

The second was twenty year old Alex. He was in college and was more playful and less ambitious than his sister. Alex is very popular with the girls thanks to his pretty face and athletic body, much like Michael had been before age struck.

The youngest sibling was Lauren. She had just turned eighteen and was the queen of the popular kids at school. She was a handful for Michael who was often at a loss about how to handle her promiscuous behavior.

The fateful day arrived when Michael bought a box of antique curiosities from a garage sale. Collecting such items had been a hobby and he often made a pretty penny from resales. He nodded at Gina, the office girl, as he returned to his office to inspect his spoils.

A few war memorabilia. Some coins and trinkets. And an old lamp.

"Seems like a dud," Michael muttered, mildly dismayed. He picked up the last item to inspect it. There was some dust covering the copper that he had to brush off.

All of a sudden he wasn't alone in his office. Michael jumped back at the sight of the Ifrit, her outrageous proportions and relative nudity send blood surging to his long disused cock. She was simply the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld.

"A genie?" Michael put two and two together, coming to the conclusion based on her Arabic-themed costume. He gulped when his gaze rested on her enormous breasts.

"Glad you like what you see. Nice to meet you, Michael. I'm Inara the Ifrit, and I'm here to grant seven of your deepest, darkest wishes!" Michael chuckled at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Come on, this can't be real. Who put you up to this? Gus?"

"Oh, I'm very real, and you better-" She winked out of existence, only for her sentence to continue from behind Michael. "-believe it." He spun around to see Inara dressed in a business suit, sitting in his chair.

"Holy mother of God, how did you... so you're a real Genie?"

"Ifrit!" She snapped.

"Wishes, huh? I'm really quite content with my life, actually. Can I wish for world peace?"

"Bzzt!" Inara crossed her arms into an X. "Not that it's beyond me, but I won't grant any wishes that are boring. They can only be sinful wishes!"

"Sinful?"

"Yeah, like... How about wishing you could **** anyone without repercussions? It's a good start and I assure you it's tons of fun!"

"I can't do that!" Michael was horrified at her proposal. He had a feeling she was bad news. "You know what, why don't you go back into your lamp. I don't think I need your help."

"Oooh, that won't do at all, honey," she purred. Michael suddenly found himself caught in her embrace. She was enormous now, each arm thicker than his waist, and unyielding like iron. "You will make a wish, or I'll punish you."

"No, stop this!"

"Playing difficult? Don't say I didn't warn you!" With a cackling laughter, the Ifrit disappeared.