Milf Tanks Part 1 (Patreon)

A Congenies tale.

Written for Gabriel

This one will start off as just a BE story, conjoinment shenanigans, etc. comes in later chapters, though it does have my conjoined Genie sisters, of course.

Story:

Having not one, but two genies, was something that Emma had always wished for.

Yes, even she got how silly or redundant that was. But the chance to rewrite her life, fix the wrongs, and just generally set her life down a path she chose was something she dreamed about daily.

However, she was suddenly faced with two genies popping out of an antique bottle her boyfriend had given her for their anniversary. Every single possible thought, every well-planned wish, had completely vanished from her well-shaped, recently dyed from its natural raven colour, blonde head.

Instead she blurted out the very first thing that came to mind.

“I wish my breasts were big and milky enough to satisfy my boyfriend!”

Jennie the genie, sister of the eternally sarcastic Conner, looked deep down into their master’s heart and felt her own heart tremble at what she saw. Not out of fear, but a sympathy for something she herself had always wondered about, worried about, with Fin, her master/husband, and Conner, her own sister. Did Fin like her more? It was a silly worry, Fin had enough stamina to satisfy both women, they’d made sure of it with a bit of their own magic, and more than enough room in his heart for a whole harem of genies, but only the two genie sisters resided there.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that most of the time she and Conner were sharing a body from their lovely necks down, but Emma didn’t have that safety net. Instead Jennie, now with her sister looking ‘over her shoulder’ as they peered into Emma’s heart, saw an image of her first boyfriend, well, her first boyfriend after boys had actually started liking girls for more reasons than social pressures, looking longingly at her as she mowed the yard. And then the sinking feeling as her mom had come outside. She loved her mom dearly, probably more than most daughters should. Taylor was all big and curvy, her fire engine dyed red hair visible from a block away, if her pale curves weren’t a big enough draw at that distance. And then were her big, plump, milk filled tits. She wasn’t kidding about that last bit, milk was literally dribbling out the bottom of the bikini top Taylor wore, falling the short distance to plop on her thick thighs, barely contained in the daisy dukes. The whole sight magnetically pulled Emma’s first boyfriend’s eyes away from her own slim frame.

A frame she still had over a decade later. The ‘boob fairy’ had never come to her like it had the other women in her family, leaving her flat, and her heart…

Heart’s are such silly things, most genie’s and other immortal beings will happily tell you. So easy to trust that first time, but so fearful the next time, and worse every time after. As each relationship ended, Emma got worse about checking social statuses to see who her exs ‘fled’ to next, even ex-girlfriends. While it was true that every single one went to someone curvier than Emma, which only reinforced her own psychosis, an objective third party would have pointed out that someone would be hard pressed to find anyone less curvy than Emma.

But it got worse and worse, and far too much of it centered on a certain curvy form, her mother’s.

Jennie glanced to her sister, doing that special thing that transcends race and species and gender, where siblings talk with their eyes and the two sisters quickly came to an agreement.

It was just a minor tweak to the spell, as Conner pointed out if she’d been the one to grant it initially, she’d have thrown all sorts of things into it, making constantly tie to her boyfriend, so as he wanted bigger and bigger, milkier and milkier, Emma would inflate, and upon getting married, or breaking up (whichever came first), Emma would find herself flat as a board until the next boyfriend.

Instead, they went with something rather simple. They pulled up Emma’s mental image of her mother’s breast, filled in a bit of detail on their own so they would be Emma’s breasts, not just copies of her mother’s, pumped the milk production up to what they hoped were more like ‘fantasy’ levels, and then pushed those breasts into Emma’s sense of self, letting reality take hold and react.

Peter, Emma’s boyfriend of two years, had stood off to the side, somewhat forgotten in all of this.

He had his own story to tell, if he’d ever had enough spine to step up and give it a voice, and initially Jennie and Conner had meant for him to have the lamp, they knew a good, if damaged, heart when they saw it, and were more than a bit touched when instead of opening the bottle, even as they nudged his mind to think there might be genies inside the antique, it had only encouraged him to instead give it to his girlfriend for their anniversary.

Though, as Conner took a quick peak just to be sure they were indeed making him big enough to satisfy the boobs they were giving Emma, still mentally a bit upset they weren’t going to go with the magically size shifting boobs, she was more than a bit shocked to realize it would have been an entirely wasted wish.

He loved her as is.

It’s not that he wouldn’t appreciate the bigger boobs, in fact, he had quite a crush on Emma’s mother, Taylor, to the point of which Conner promptly bumped the boobs they were giving up yet another notch based on the mental image she found in Peter’s memory, but he was utterly faithful, and completely happy with what Emma came with.

He just never said out loud to her, Conner mentally shook her head, rolling her eyes. So many problems in relationship could be fixed if people were just open and honest… Ah well, she was glad Fin was an open book with a big cock.

She did see one thing in there she didn’t like.

Peter had his own mommy issues.

He’d been under another woman’s thumb, an overbearing, over protective, guilt tripping mother who’d been ‘sheltering’ and ‘helicoptering’ him since before he was born. Time after time, he’d wanted to try and do something, make something of himself, and she’d cut him off at the knees.

She’d actually called him in sick to school on the day of a field trip to a science exhibit involving radiation and spiders, and unplugged his alarm so he’d slept through the bus and refused to take him directly. ‘Radiation will make your balls fall off!’ ‘What if one of those spiders had bitten you?’

Ah well, it might have made for an interesting story if you didn’t understand how radiation and spider venom worked.

Instead, he had only recently gotten out from under her, in his late twenties, college and career forgotten as he became the assistant night manager at a local grocery store and gotten into a relationship with someone just as damaged but in a completely different way.

Together, the genies swung their attention back to Emma as the wish took hold, and time moved back to a normal speed.

“W-wait. I didn’t mean I wanted… Oh shit, what did I wish for?” Emma looked down at what had been a somewhat flattering dress, as it quickly became two tight as a set of ribs became cute little A-cups.

“Big milky tits.” Peter, unhelpfully, answered.

“Big… milky…” Emma briefly looked up to Peter, some part of her sinking as her boyfriends eyes for the first time weren’t focused on her eyes, so many past relationships had ended in this moment, where tits were more important than her face. But… for the first time, they were her tits. Her hands slid up her trim belly and pulled her black gauze shawl to the side, once a perfect accessory for her famous ‘little black dress’, now the shawl was the perfect attention getter as it fell to either side of her growing, milky tits.

Inch by inch, she could feel the pressure building as her breasts expanded. She bit her lip and looked down, seeing cleavage for the first time as she tucked her fingers to either side of her D-cups, and quickly popped them out into the open air.

Her nipples crinkled in relief in the cool air, even as they thickened into hard nubs with areola stretching to try and match pace with her plump F-cups. Emma gasped and gave her breasts a squeeze, shocked that holding her breasts up from underneath meant she could no longer see her hands. “I have more tits than I have hands to hold them.”

“If your second wish is extra arms…” Jennie offered, Conner popping out a second set of arms beneath their own two and waving at her.

Emma, for her own part, was more focused on her own tits. They’d stopped growing but she didn’t feel… truly big yet. “Is, that all?”

“Nope, that’s about half the wish.” Conner answered, gesturing to Emma’s nipple. “Remember, not just big but…”

“M-milky!” Emma gasped as she felt warm creamy milk start to flow into her big tits. Feeling her skin get tighter as her breasts refused to grow anymore, and instead got bigger and heavier, filling with what felt like a gallon of milk each, her breasts trembling as more and more creamy goodness flooded into her until she was literally leaking from her nipples cute little pearls of delicious cream.

She let a single drop fall to her finger, and, her eyes flicking up to Peter’s, making sure she had his attention, carefully put her finger inside her mouth and licked.

She was delicious.

Unable to wait a moment longer, she used both hands to fulfill a dream she’d had for far too long. She lifted her left breast up and sucked her nipple into her mouth and sucked, hard.

“F-fuck me.” Emma gasped, letting her left breast pop free and plop heavily against her chest, feeling her pussy flutter and her body tremble. “Peter?”

“Y-yes dear?”

“I wish you’d fuck me like an animal.”

“Wish…”

“…Granted.” The genies sisters grinned to each other from across their shoulders. This… was going to be good.