A Series of Unwhoretunate Events

Natalie Murphy was a rather reserved young woman. 21 years old, a shapely feminine jawline, plump lips, and sexy dark eyes, but given that she wore conservative clothing, little to no makeup, her hair in a ponytail, and had spent her high school and college years largely in the library, it meant that her social skills were a little lacking, and her romantic and sexual prospects even more so. They say that girls could have who they want, but she felt like she'd been dealt a bad hand, at least in the breasts department, boys seemed to ignore her or pass over her for the more attractive girl at the party or the club. It probably didn't help that she was embarrassingly bad at flirting back with them, again, a confidence issue.

Natalie had recently moved into a small apartment in the city, in a high rise building, nearby her university and her day job at a retail clothing store. The apartment had been mostly bare, except for curiously, a small, dusty looking golden lamp. It looked like an over designed tea pot with a long spout, but after washing it off a bit, it surprisingly came off very shiny and as bright as it had likely ever been. She'd at first dried it with a rag, but soon finished off rubbing it with her hands.

A burst of purple smoke burst out through the tip of the lamp, and suddenly a legless, obese, purple skinned, partially transparent figure floated from above a sea of purple smoke emitted from the lamp.

The hovering creature was of course, a genie, having been stuck in there for who knows how long? Maybe thousands of years? Or maybe only since the last tenant went crazy.

With a goatee, a bald head, golden earrings, and a tiny red fez sat atop his head, the genie took a moment to look over the young girl, pausing to stare at her chest and noticing a lack of much there at all, before finally looking at her face and grinning with a toothy white smile.

"Helooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sweetheart! Gettin bored are we?" the genie said cheerily.

Natalie stared at him in awe, having never witnessed anything like this.
"How... How are you doing this?" she said in disbelief.
"Well, y'know, one arm crosses over the other, it's pretty si-"
"No.. floating.." she said, shaking her head.
"Oh.. well how are you standing?"
"What?"
"You're standing because.. you just do.. I'm a genie, baby! This trick's pretty tacky if you see what else I can do!"
".. and what else is that?" she asked, folding her own arms and raising an eyebrow.
"What would you like me to do? Go on.. Give me a wish."
Natalie glanced away, pondering for a moment, a bit humiliated her first wish was so obvious.
"Give me some proper breasts... please" she muttered, stumbling through her wish.