The Bimbo Genie

Josh sighed as he collapsed onto his couch, another long day at his dead-end retail job finally over. At 24, he often felt like life was passing him by. Same old routine, same old faces. Nothing ever changed.

As he sighed and stared up at the ceiling, his phone suddenly buzzed with a text from his childhood buddy Mike: "Bro, you still coming to Kayleigh's party tonight? I need my wingman!"

Josh groaned internally. Kayleigh was Mike's latest crush, but Josh always felt out of place at her ragers full of aggressively extroverted gym rats and party girls. He much preferred quiet nights in gaming or reading fantasy novels.

But he knew ditching would just lead to more grief from Mike. "Yeah man, I'll be there. Just gotta shower off the Walmart stank first lol," he typed back reluctantly. Mike replied with a string of celebratory emojis.

Taking a few more moments to collect himself, Josh was just about to **** himself vertical when a weird glint caught his eye from the shelf. Was that gaudy gold thing a... a lamp? He didn't remember buying anything so kitschy...

Hauling himself up with a grunt, Josh plodded over for a closer look. The object was indeed a smallish oil lamp, the kind you might find in a touristy smoke shop. Intricate spirals and loops adorned its surface, vaguely Middle Eastern in design. It definitely hadn't been there this morning.

"What the... did Amber buy this?" Josh muttered, reaching out to inspect the anomalous lighting fixture. The metal was strangely warm to the touch. He brought it closer, squinting - was that weird script on the base... Arabic? Sanskrit?

Just as he was tracing the unfamiliar characters with one finger, the lamp trembled violently in his hands and began to emit a blinding pink glow. "What the fuuuuck!?" Josh yelped, but it was too late.

Thick fuchsia smoke began pouring from the spout, quickly engulfing Josh in a cloying cloud of cotton candy scent. He coughed and sputtered, trying to wave it away, but froze as an decidedly female form started to materialize in the swirling smog.

The figure coalesced into a buxom blonde straight out of an "I Dream of Jeannie" porno. She stretched languorously, her skimpy silk top and billowing harem pants leaving little to the imagination. Josh couldn't help but gawk at the acres of jiggling cleavage on display.

"Like, oh my gawwwd, finally!" the harem hottie squealed. "I thought I'd never get out of that sardine can!" She took a deep breath, chest straining against flimsy fabric, and exhaled in a gust of glitter.

Josh just stood there in stupefaction, jaw hanging open.

The blonde bombshell seemed to notice him for the first time. She clapped her hands together excitedly, sending another tidal wave through her tits.

"EEEEE, are you my new master?? Oooh, you're a cute one!" she gushed, floating right up into Josh's personal space. "About time I got some fresh meat to play with... feels like it's been decades since my last romp!"

Her saucer-sized rose colored eyes batted coquettishly as Josh took a step back. The girl's body gave off a dizzying erotic heat that made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Uhhh... romp? M-master?" he croaked weakly, glancing around his shabby bachelor pad for hidden cameras. Was this one of Mike's pranks?

The supernatural sexpot giggled. "Hehehe, oh you're gonna be sooo much fun to corrupt- uh, help!" she burbled, doing a girlish pirouette that nearly knocked Josh over with the g-**** of her gargantuan jahoobies. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I'm Tanya, your personal genie!" She did a cutesy curtsy, her harem pants puffing out. "And now that you've rubbed my lamp, I'm bound to fulfill your every... sordid... desire." Tanya purred the last bit, tongue darting out to lick her glossy lips.

Josh staggered back, head spinning. A... a genie? Like a for-real wish-granting genie? This had to be some kinda joke.

Tanya seemed to sense his skepticism, and planted her hands on her hips - barely, given the sheer size of her sweat-slick sandbags - and pouted.

"Aww, don't tell me you're one of those shy, sexually repressed nerds who'll try to 'set me free' or something with your last wish!" she whined. "Trust me, stud, I LIKE being an eternally slutty ****~. Granting orgasms is my ONE JOB!"

As if to punctuate her point, Tanya flounced forward and took Josh's hand, mashing it lustily into the acre of tit-flesh beneath her straining silk top.

Josh made a noise like a boiling teakettle and nearly fainted on the spot, cock springing up immediately beneath his pants.

"See?" Tanya purred smugly, folding his twitching digits into her warm and plush cleavage. "You're already sooo much happier! Don't fight it, honey... just let Tanya take the wheel from now on, all you gotta do is make a wish!"

Josh's rational brain had pretty much shorted out at this point, but one key fact managed to penetrate the flood of blood fleeing south. "W-wait," he gulped, attempting to retract his hand from heaven. "You said... y-you said you're my ****? As in I... I own... you?"

"Own me, bone me... same diff." Tanya giggled, rolling Josh's palm over the thickening button of her nipple. "I'm your big-tittied genie gal pal from now until you're all satisfied and happy! Isn't that fab?"

Josh looked like he might pass out at any moment, his brain clearly unable to process this sudden stroke of perverse serendipity. Swallowing hard, he took a steadying breath and tried to gather his wits.

"I... I don't understand any of this," he admitted shakily. "Magic isn't real. YOU can't be real. But you're so..."

"Bouncy? Jiggly? Fuckable?" Tanya supplied, shaking her chest enticingly. Then she snorted a very unladylike laugh. "Hah, you mortals are always such stiffs at first! That's half the fun of poppin' your genie cherry!"

Her glowing pink eyes twinkled knowingly as she finally released Josh's hand, letting it drop bonelessly to his side. He could still feel the phantom heat and softness of her flesh searing his palm.

Tanya clapped twice, the sharp sound startling Josh out of his breast reverie. "Okay, stud, here's the sitch so you don't get your panties in TOO much of a bunch," she declared authoritatively, hands on hips.

"I'm a bona fide djinn, a wish-granting hottie from way WAY outta town. You rubbed my lamp, so now you're my master. " She gave an exaggerated wink. "I exist to fulfill your desires, the hornier the better! I don't do boring shit like money or world peace - what's the fun in that, you know?" Striking a pose, she continued floating just above Josh, peering down onto him.

"No, Tanya's more of an X-rated problem solver. Wife won't suck your cock? WISH for a more oral-minded missus! Wanna mute your bratty sis by turning her mouth into a 24/7 jizz jacuzzi? One magic spell and she'll be gargling goop for days!"

Josh felt his gorge rise at that last example. What the fuck sorta depraved djinn WAS this chick? She talked about incestuous facefucking the way normal people discussed the weather! Just what kinda creep did she take him for??

Yet even as Josh's conscious mind recoiled at Tanya's gleeful vulgarity... a small, dark, deeply repressed part of his psyche couldn't help but shudder excitedly at the sheer scope of what was being offered. If she was being serious...

Tanya seemed to sense his inner turmoil. Her eyes lidded sultrily, plush pink lips curving in a knowing smirk. "Oh, I know what you're thinking, you silly boy. 'Ooh no, sex is icky and morals matter!'" Her voice changed to mock his own.

"Well, lemme tell ya, stud - once I get to work on that pent-up libido of yours, all those outdated hangups and inhibitions will just melt away! You'll be as happy and horny as any other slut or stud I've come across. And all it takes... are three little wishes."

Tanya leaned in close, her sweet breath tickling Josh's collarbone as her wonderful collection brushed his chest. "So go ahead, Master. Tell me all your dirtiest fantasies." Her voice dropped to a wet velvet purr. "What or who do you want to utterly ruin first?"

Josh felt like he was trapped in a surreal porn-logic nightmare, caught between abject horror and helpless arousal at his bimbo benefactor's lewd promises. There was no way he could actually take her up on these demented offers... right? RIGHT?

Just as Josh was about to tell Tanya to, respectfully, fuck off back to horny hell from whence she came... his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket, making them both jump. Tanya's monster jugs slapping him in the face from the sudden motion.

It was another text from Mike: "Dude, where you at? Party's about to start and Kayleigh and her girls are looking FINE AS FUCK! Stop spankin' it to anime tiddies and get over here!"

Attached was a slightly blurry nightclub selfie of Mike with his arm around an absolutely sloshed-looking Kayleigh, her black micro dress showing more than he's ever seen on her. On Kayleigh's other side were her two equally hot besties Julie and Bree, all duck faces and drunken bedroom eyes.

Josh felt his heart sink and cock twitch at the same time, a feeling he'd gotten depressingly used to over the years. God, those girls were so gorgeous... and so wildly out of his league. They'd never even acknowledge his existence, let alone touch his dry dick. Why bother even going? So he could watch them sloppily makeout with Chads all night?

A throaty chuckle made Josh look up from his screen. He'd almost forgotten about his new problem in light of this latest reminder of his romantic failings.

Tanya was reading Mike's messages over Josh's shoulder, a hungry gleam in her eye as she took in the pic of Kayleigh and company.

"Ooooh, I smell a wish coming on!" Tanya squealed, bouncing on her heels as she finally floats down the last couple inches to reach the floor. "Those three cock-hungry skanks totally diss your dick on the reg, huh? Leave you high and dry at parties while they spread for anyone with abs?"

She laughed at Josh's miserable nod, but not unkindly. "Thought so! Let me guess..." She started ticking points off on her fingers.

"You've been dreaming of deep dicking those stuck-up strumpets for yeeears, but they don't even know you exist. You wanna bury your dog in their buns, but their hatchet wounds are hermetically sealed to beta bois like you."

Tanya leaned in conspiratorially. "Well sugar, ask and ye shall receive a faceful of poon! One wish from you, and I can make those snobby skanks into your own personal penis petting zoo. Whaddya say?"

Josh stared at his screen, then back at Tanya's eager face. His cock was throbbing so hard he thought it might burst right through his fly, but his moral mind screamed for him to flee this succubus and her dark dealings.

"I... I dunno," he croaked finally, voice cracking like a middle school fire drill. "That... that seems really wrong. They may be bitchy, but I can't just... CHANGE them like that. It's not right."

Tanya rolled her eyes. "Ugh, you mortals and your precious 'consent'! They'll be HAPPIER as your hollow-headed hunnies, I promise! And wouldn't you prefer if alllll their holes hungered for your cock 24/7?"

She planted her hands on his chest, sending a shock of sinful warmth straight to his straining sweatpants serpent. "Just say the word, stud... and I'll turn those girls into the dumbest, horniest babes in... wherever we are... No mess, no fuss... just miles of tight wet pussy, all for you!"

This story is open for anyone to add to. I will be adding my own branches, but if you find a spot you'd like to continue from, feel free to jump in. The more the merrier! I'm also open to suggestions as well!