Lonely Wishes - Puffed 1 (Patreon)

Hi gang, her's the first part of a story set in my Lonely Wishes universe. Called Puffed, you'll find out why soon enough. The amazing art at the start comes form later in the story to get you guys interested and is done by the amazing Back Page Comics.

  

The website had to be joke. Special order genie. “Why get custom wishes when you can have a custom genie to grant them for you? Don't settle for less when you can have the best!” Naomi snorted and rolled her eyes, adjusting her thick frames and thin lenses higher on her nose.

The site was good at encouraging her to think in the direction of wishes, what ones would she pick, how could they be twisted by a mean-spirited genie, etc. She glanced down at her skinny body and briefly nibbled her lip. Like most women, what she had might make other women happy, but she'd always felt a bit unsatisfied. Skinny was a polite description for the dark-skinned woman. While she was by no means anorexic, a size 1 hung off her, heck, a size 0 would. On a fashion run way she probably would have looked great, like most skinny models, meant to be more of a coat hanger than a person so the outfit would look just as good in the store as it did on her. But this wasn't Milan, and she was no model. She had no curves to speak of, but wasn't bony either, just very, very slim.

After that, her mind went to the normal stuff, money, a bigger apartment. She was relatively sure she didn't want a house, the taxes in town would kill her. A few other things flirted about before she started to laugh at how silly all this was, that the tagline for the site made the fantastical, impossible even, sound mundane. “Settle for what? Like there's another site I could go to offering this.”

Still, anticipating a 'share the genie you picked on Facebook' at the end, she went about picking certain possibilities. As she went, she noticed lower options grayed out, as if you couldn't pick 'total nerd for Star Trek' and 'tall dark and handsome fantasy geek' together. She realized later that was a poor example as that's exactly what she ended up picking. She chose other traits until she had both a genie that would grant her wish without twisting it, and be into the stuff she liked. “Am I picking a husband or a servant. Eh, what's the difference.” She clicked submit and was a bit startled when instead of a Facebook share button appearing, she heard a soft 'ahem' behind her.

Twisting around in her chair, she came face to chest with a young man, her age, maybe a year or two younger. He had a black shirt with a red Star Trek TNG logo on it, a pair of rectangular glasses and a haircut that both reminded her a bit of a certain tenth Doctor, right down to a slight tild to his head, an attitude she could feel from where she sat that he was more than a little cocky.

“You clicked for a Genie?” His voice sounded a bit like Idris Elba, if he had Antonio Banderas' accent.

“I, what?”

“OK, look, we're not doing this cliché.” Before she could respond, he flicked a wrist at her, and a quick glance down revealed something she'd wished for since she was a little girl. To be a BIG girl. Her breasts grew plumper, and heavier, stretching the threads of her shirt a little at a time until there was no way it would hold anymore without giving some discomfort. “Look! Your boobs are magically bigger. Thus, I must be magic. You get three wishes, sign here,” with a loud thunk, a huge tome of forms appeared next to her.

“...what?” She couldn't quite believe what she was hearing, or seeing. Or honestly feeling. Her eyes were mostly in her own cleavage… genuine deep dark inviting cleavage. They looked rather silly on her tiny, skinny frame, but there they were, hanging beneath her collarbone, were a large pair of plump breasts.

"Look, you have D-cups! That takes care of the 'are you a genie' question and, statistically speaking, takes care of your first wish, free of charge!" He rather dramatically threw himself backwards into her overstuffed and pillow covered recliner. It was somehow directly behind him instead of across the room where it had set for the last five years. When did it… "So, what's the first wish?"