Yes, most definitely.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Jo opened her eyes and kissed him. She didn’t appear to be focusing. Mark looked into her eyes. It was like she was in a trance or really drunk. Nevertheless, she kissed her way down his body and started to intently suck his dick. Mark decided this was heaven. Or almost heaven. Her skills weren’t the best.

“Genie,” he began, “have Jo not use any teeth. I want her to try to suck me further down her throat. She will grow more and more excited, more excited than she’s ever been. Make sure she stays hydrated so she has plenty of spit.” He paused, while lacing his fingers through Jo’s short brown hair. “Have her kinda awake but all of her thoughts be only about sex and what it means to have sex with me. Also, after 10 seconds of blowing me, she should pull herself away, and say the nastiest things she can think of before returning to her biggest passion in the world, which is my dick.”

Mark looked at his roommate, Joe, unmoving on his bed, and then at the doorway. He’d almost forgotten that he was in his college dorm. “Oh, and when she talks or makes any noise, she needs to whisper so that nobody outside the room can hear. He paused while watching her bob up an down. “Oh, and while you’re at it, give me a huge dick, bigger than any dick on campus.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Actually as big, no make it bigger, than the dick of any student or professor on campus since the school was founded in.... genie, what year was it founded?”

“Uhm, Mark, I’m happy to discuss university history with you, but let’s stay focused. One thing at a time. You have endless choices that could involve any ethical issue on the planet, and you have come down to an interrelated cluster of wishes: You want a really massive penis. You want this very sweet girl to believe she’ll die if she doesn’t cum by making you cum, and you can control your cumming and hardness indefinitely, and you’d like to do this in your dorm room with her boyfriend a few feet away.”

“Right, exactly. The part about the boyfriend is not part of my fantasy. Don’t make him disappear or die, just keep him the way he is, frozen. And keep his eyes shut. It’d be freaky if they opened.”

“Got it.”

Instantly, Jo pulled herself from him and stared. Her eyes were glazed. A gossamer-thin trail of spit ran from her mouth to the enormous phallus which her fingers were holding onto, as if for life. Her fingers couldn’t go all the way around, and she was gently squeezing. “Amazing,” she whispered.

Amazing is right. Mark stared at his new dick. Jesus. Twice as long as his old dick, it was remarkably thick and hard. He’d never seen anything quite like it, even in porn.

“Your cock is amazing,” she said dreamily. “Amazing. All I want is to suck that enormous cock until you explode.” While she was whispering to him, Mark noticed the fingers of her left hand were gently circling her pussy.

She looked back at his new cock. She looked like she was going to faint. She kissed it. Licked it. She I pened her mouth and tried to **** it down deeply, deeply.

Unfortunately, she could barely get her mouth past the swollen head of his cock. Mark saw her try, and try again, but the head was just too big for her to make much headway. She was making ****, whimpering sounds, like a large rodent in heat. Mark mulled over this problem. Jo was thin and small, maybe 5’2”, though he never really knew how tall people were. And he’d never considered how big someone’s mouth was.

“Genie, I wish for Jo’s mouth and throat to grow enough to happily and comfortably swallow my dick.”

“Are you sure?”

Mark paused. He wondered if Jo’s face would morph into some sort of twisted horror show.

“Uhm, no. Skip that. I want Jo to be able to deep throat me, and for it to be totally comfortable for her. Make me the right size for that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Mark watched his cock closely. One second, it was so enormous that a desperately horny 18 year old could barely hold it with both hands, could barely get the head into her mouth. And then, whoosh, the entire cock disappeared down her throat. Excellent, he thought. A win all around. He watched Jo’s carotid artery pulsate.

Jo’s mouth pulled away from the cock. She took a look, appearing confused. Mark also looked at his dick. He was horrified. After a decade of gaining hard-earned expertise in his own regular-sized penis, and then having enjoyed a few minutes of being attached to the sort of penis that belongs in a museum of medical novelties, he was suddenly the proud owner of quite a small dick. It was rock hard but maybe the size of Jo’s pinky finger. He wondered—as Jo returned to sucking him—at what point a small dick became a micropenis, because, instead of of having the biggest cock on campus, he was feeling fairly confident he now sported the smallest.

“God, Mark,” Jo said, taking her every-10-second break to talk dirty. “Your cock is so sweet. It’s like a tiny, cute appetizer at a fancy party. I want to curl my tongue around it and slide it around. I want to use it for floss. I want them to make candy in the shape of your dick. I want to make it into a children’s toy. Mmmm.”

She returned to the blowjob.

“Genie.”

“Yes, Mark.”

“Give me back my huge cock. Make it 15% smaller that it was 5 minutes ago. “

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Mark watched as Jo’s mouth seemed to extrude thick cock. Within a few seconds, and with a wet plop, he’d pulled entirely out of her mouth. He followed her dull gaze as she looked at his hard dick, which was still huge but within the real, of the possible. “Oh my God, Mark, you have amazing control.” She looked at him. “How do you do that?” She tried to slide his cock once again into her throat, but it didn’t fit. She gagged and choked with such passion that Mark felt confident she was enjoying herself, which triggered in him a swell of pride and hardened his cock even further.

Mark watched her fingers work around her clit and then piston into her pussy. She followed his eyes. She seemed about to cry as she fucked herself, as her pussy spasmed around her rigid fingers, as her sex smell permeated the room, as she realized she needed to cum, had to cum, felt that she’d die if she didn’t cum.

She felt possessed, and she pulled away from Mark’s cock, as if regretfully. Thick spit hung from her lips. Her voice began to spout words and phrases as if she’d been taken over by a pervy doppelgänger. “You like to watch me fuck my own slit? I bet you do. I bet this huge cock would like to just destroy my pretty little pussy? I bet it would.” She rubbed his cock across her face and looked him blearily in the eye. “You like watching your slut?” She smiled vacantly and a tear rolled down her cheek. “I’ll do anything, Mark, just let me cum.”

Mark was amused. Before today, he would have bet ten bucks Jo didn’t even know those words, and a hundred bucks she’d never strung them into a sentence.

Jo returned to jamming his cock down her throat.

While thrusting, he took an inventory. Her chest was reddened and blotchy, and her nipples were hard and, in his modest experience, unusually long, like slightly extended #2 pencil erasers. He reached and tweaked. Amazing. Rubbery, yet soft. He pulled harder, and a growl emerged from her core being. Thin and strong, her abdomen heaved, and a taut six pack was defined with every flex.

She impaled her mouth on his cock and her pussy on her fingers. Back and forth. She again pulled away from Mark, rubbing his cock up and down her cheek. Her eyes were unfocused. “Would you like me to put on my old school uniform? Guys like that in porn, don’t they? You could hitch up my green plaid skirt and fuck me from behind.” She lined up her teeth on the head of his cock and made as if to bit off an inch or two.” She smiled. “Or maybe I’d wear only my white blouse. No bra, no buttons, no green plaid skirt, no panties. And just let you fuck my virginal face. Is that a good visual for you?”

She slurped his cock into his mouth but continued with eye contact. He watched her pulsating carotid artery and her reddened skin. Her eyes, which were usually a strong blue surrounded by alabaster white, had become reddish. The phrase, “injected sclera” came to mind, but that’s because his older brother was in medical school and liked to toss around medicalese. She looked tired.

“God, Mark, I wasn’t being rhetorical. Do you want me to look young and sweet? I went to the most formal girls school in three states—I can play that. Or slutty? I’d fuck anyone for you and let you watch. Or I can be your ****. Do you want to spank me? Hurt me? Anything.” She sounded hoarse. “It doesn’t matter—this big, hard cock is all I want.” She paused, seeming to search for words. “Do you want me to suck your balls? Get rough? Bite you? Do you want me to lick your asshole? Ream you? Do you want to fuck my throat like a whore? Anything, lover.” Her breath was short and heaving and she returned to licking his wet cock, alternating with trying to deep throat him. Her skills were improving by the minute, and half his cock disappeared with every head bob.

Mark felt torn. This was, he thought, easily the best experience of his entire life. He should probably just cum. On the other hand, he didn’t really like the idea that she was still in a trance. He also wondered where the genie went when he disappeared. Does he watch? Yuck. He didn’t want to be watched by some old man. They were going to need a serious talk when this episode ended.

“Genie,” he whispered, as he returned to fucking the face of a cute young woman whose **** sexuality was driven by her knowledge that she would literally die if she didn’t cum, and she couldn’t cum until he did. “Jo’s kinda awake, but she seems wasted. I wish for her to be able to really see me. I wish her to be incredibly aroused and attracted to me, cum when I say so, be willing to do anything to please me. She should pay no attention to her boyfriend over there. In fact, cheating on him will add to her guilty excitement. I want her to do whatever I say. I don’t want her to get pregnant. And most important, you stick to your word that she’ll forget everything that is happening while she’s in this altered state. If anybody asks her about this period of time, she’ll insist that nothing happened.”

“One problem,” said the genie’s voice.

Mark tried to concentrate, which was complicated by the delirious gagging noises emanating from the mouth around the head of his cock. “One problem? What the fuck, genie? What problem?”

“She’s not on the pill, and I can’t prevent pregnancy.”

“Seriously? You can do all this other shit, and you can’t manage birth control”Mark’s concentration was broken by a finger sliding up his ass. He tried to swat away her hand, but she was intent, crazed, sinewy, not to be denied. This was new. At least she had small hands. He watched Jo’s head bob up and down. He tried to adjust to the finger massage.

“Genie, you can’t stop a pregnancy? What kind of genie are you?”

“Two things. Turns out pregnancy prevention is more difficult than it sounds.”

“That’s ridiculous. More difficult than adding inches to my dick, and then taking them away? More difficult than controlling minds and performing magic?”

“I didn’t write the rules. Also, I’m not a genie.”

“Okay, then, get me a box of condoms.”

“Do you have a brand preference?”

“Huh?” Mark was having trouble concentrating. Jo was now actively fucking his ass with two fingers while huskily whispering about how much she needed to drink his sperm. Turning his attention momentarily to her pussy, he saw that she was thrusting her fingers just as hard into herself as she was into him. Somehow, Jo’s mouth was also able to expertly blow him while her hands were fucking his semi-unwilling ass and her own very-willing cunt, though maybe it was easier since his cock was huge, rock hard, and under his conscious control? She pulled away, whispering that she wanted him to cum, needed him to cum. She needed, needed it. “Please, Mark.”

Mark turned his attention back to the Genie. “Any brand of condom.” In saying that, and knowing he could fuck her without complication, he got harder, which didn’t even seem possible.

He slid firmly against the back of her throat. She gagged, and she pushed hard to gag even more intently. He pulled her hair upward, trying to reduce the depth—he didn’t want her to break her esophagus or something. She broke free to ram his dick deeper down her own throat. Tears slid wildly down her face, smearing mascara. Maybe the tears were from gagging, maybe from desperation. Mark had always been a little confused by women.

Jo was covered by a thin layer of sweat. Her breathing was rapid, chaotic. If she were older, Mark would have worried she was having some sort of heart attack. She’d been growling deeply, but her noises were growing higher pitched, more squeaky, punctuated by coughing and gagging, and then—after 10 seconds—more whispered dirty words. Mark wanted to cum, but he was really enjoying this new ability to delay cumming indefinitely. Maybe it was a little mean for her to think that she’d literally die if he didn’t cum.

Maybe he’d change up the command, and let her cum over and over. It would be even more perfect if she could be more awake. He did like her motivation, but she was going so crazy that he worried about her throat, and the crying, and her crazy desperation. Plus, he’d like her to get her fingers out of his butt. He needed to gain control of the situation. He needed to get on with fucking her.

”Yes, I want all of it. Oh, and genie, I can handle this for a while. Give me half an hour of privacy. No peaking!”

“Are you sure.”

“Yes.”