Three Wishes

[Author's Note: This is a fairly slow build, with a few chapters of backstory, so feel free to skip ahead for sex. Would love your contributions, please add your own chapters & comment what you’d like to see! Aiming for a main story branch based around the "No Inhibitions / Mind Control / Freed Genie" set of wishes, but feel free to add whatever twists you like.]

Johnny Dreamer is an easygoing college student with a mindless night shift at the sex shop down the road. Though fairly handsome & generally likable, he's not had much luck with the opposite sex, mostly due to his tendency to daydream. When his lean frame slumped up against the window, he gave a strong impression of being aloof & unapproachable (when he was actually just a big goofball thinking about the beach.)

One fateful graveyard shift, Johnny was behind the counter & far away in his thoughts when a strange man in a oversized coat interrupted his reverie. "Young man. I've got something for you."

Johnny was naturally wary of old men in overcoats visiting his sex shop. "Hey, listen, man, please don't flash me. Look around us, if I wanted to see a penis I would just–"

He was cut off by the stranger reaching into his coat & producing a mysterious brass object. Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, if only because it was neither a weapon or genitals, & immediately began to worry about this new unknown.

"This is for you," the man declared, ceremoniously plunking the heavy metal totem on the counter. Johnny blinked, looking over the stranger's treasure.

"Sorry man, we don't do returns," Johnny cautiously replied. "You get it, right? Most of our merchandise doesn't do so great on the secondhand market."

Johnny winced at not-so-fond memories of customers trying to refund a toy after a weekend of pleasure. Whatever the hell this metal thing was, at least it did not seem like something that had been in the stranger's butt. It looked like some kind of... gravy boat? No, an oil lamp, like something you'd see on an antiques show. Maybe it was some kind of a fancy bong, Johnny could never fully comprehend the more complicated paraphernalia in the store.

"No returns. This is for you. For you!" He emphasized the final word with a dramatic flourish, pointing his bony finger at Johnny & trembling furiously.

Johnny was more than a little freaked out, & fairly positive that a criminal and/or sorceror had just dropped a major piece of evidence for some unknown crime into his life. He knew that if he didn't act fast he could easily end up the final ingredient in a hobo priest's ritual sacrifice.

Just then, there was a great whooshing of wind & the sound of the back door slamming shut. Johnny whipped his head around, but the cause of the commotion was nowhere to be found, & when he turned back he discovered that the stranger had disappeared as well.

The lamp, however, loomed conspicuously on the counter. Shit. While the panic that he was about to be murdered had mostly receded, Johnny had already begun replacing it with the fear that some sort of arcane **** weapon had been left in your care. He leaned in gingerly to inspect it, noticing for the first time that there were letters engraved on the side. They seemed to glimmer with an unnatural sheen under the heavy patina of wear.

"...EY... STU... D..." He slowly read the letters off. "Hey Stud?" Now, that wasn't right, the spacing was all wrong. He blinked & leaned in closer, tracing the lines with his finger. "HEY... STU...PID?"

"Hey Stupid"?

With that, the lamp started to shoot out a mighty stream of sparks & deep pink smoke, the whooshing sound filling the shop again. Johnny coughed, waving the magenta clouds away from his face, & was shocked to see a woman lounging on the counter.

No, she wasn't a woman, she had to be some kind of angel, or a goddess, or– well, she was really something. She had to be at least 6'2", with dark tan skin & waist-length hair that seemed to float around her shoulders in a golden haze. Her legs were long & powerful, with thick thighs & an ass that could start a war. Gold jewelry & jeweled scarves dripped off of every feature, putting Johnny in a state of absolute awe. She turned her glorious face to him with a kindly, bemused smile, & gathered her poise to speak.

"Hey, stupid. You ready for your wishes, or what?"