THE SEX GENIE - CHAPTER III - Margaret's First Wish (Patreon)

Rhyssa was disappointed to hear what she felt was a needless wish. Her tucked pussy was hot from looking at the ravishing woman before her. Her new mistress did not look at all like someone who should need to turn back the clock. But that was the wish;

"I wish I had the same looks, body, and lust that I had when I turned twenty-one, except naturally hairless from the neck down and that puberty had given me firm, full tits twice as big!"

Margaret watched as Rhyssa nodded, and the model's skin instantly began tingling. She cooed and ran her fingers across countless goosebumps, little hairs falling to the floor around her. She'd closely shaved her legs and under her arms for the photoshoot, so the only significant hair was a thin landing strip over her pussy. The follicles shriveled, and small brunette curls were left trapped within the silk panties.

The tingling shifted from atop Margaret's skin to below it into her muscles and fat. Some discoloration and little scars even the model's own critical eye had overlooked vanished as her body shifted downwards in age, becoming more pert and tight. Some joint aches faded away, and Margaret could feel her breasts shift slightly as they perked up within the bra. Her nipples popped to stiff attention, drilling into the pillowed cups.

Margaret ran her hands over her legs and stomach as her brunette curls pulled upward beside her head, the hair straightening and becoming shorter. It formed into a mussed and messy Rachel style haircut. Margaret's make-up became gaudier, colorful eyeshadow fading in upon her skin, pink - and smudged - lipstick enveloping her gently puffed lips. Her naturally manicured nails manifested pink plastic stick-ons.

As she was admiring her alterations Margaret felt her vagina first tighten, and then bloom.

"Oooh, oh, fuck..." the model laughed as she squeezed her thighs against the moistening cleft, her juices starting to be wicked through the loose pubes into the silk panties. She was horny. Like, hours of foreplay horny.

This arousal was because Margaret had wished for the same "lust" she'd had when turning twenty-one - and it just so happened that at the hour and minute she'd officially become twenty-one a certain Roger had been eagerly lapping at her lower lips.

Margaret's changes paused there for a moment, long enough for her to collapse into the chair and admire herself in the mirror. She noticed now the changes to her hair and make-up, but didn't think about that very much. Because the next stage of her wish was about to kick in.

Rhyssa shook her head as she thought about the wording of Margaret's wish. If she'd simply wished for her breasts to be twice as big it would have been an easy thing to grant. Some extra fat, some moments of skin stretching, all done and focused. But that's not what Margaret had wished for.

She'd wished "puberty had given me firm, full tits twice as big" - and that required a little more process.

A blast of extra hormones rushed Margaret's system. They stimulated some extra growth of fat in her ass, raising her up in the seat and giving her track-tightened-glutes a little more jiggle. This also gave her somewhat randy libido a big boost, ramping up the burn of arousal in her slit. Her lips - both sets - puffed up.

Margaret groaned in discomfort as her breasts finally fell under the influence of her body's extra hormones, each breast building up inch upon inch of fat. She frantically untied the silk robe and yanked the bra down, her bulging titties bouncing free. Her back was pulled lightly as she felt the full weight of her growing bust.

But it wasn't just fat that was flowing into Margaret's breasts. To grant her wish properly the model was now producing milk, ounces of it bubbling up between her nips and her ribs, making her engorged breasts quite firm as they became full.

"Ah...ah...my chest...so tight...but so good...and my pussy..." Margaret gasped as the changes finally ceased. She was now in her hairless twenty-one-year-old body, her groin frozen in a moment of cunnilingus and breasts hanging multiple ribs lower than they ever had before with nearly a pint of milk within them. Finger-thick stiff nipples wobbled lightly in the make-up lights.

Margaret gently touched her hair, her lips, her tits, her ass...damn, she'd always looked good but now she was fucking hot. She squirmed in the chair, thighs twitching and flexing against her wet and thicker pussy.

"I expected to be horny...but why am I this horny..." Margaret mewed, of course unaware of the specific details Rhyssa had drawn from when granting the wish.

"You wished to be as lusty as you were when you turned twenty-one, and at that moment-"

"Roger was going down on me," Margaret finished. She closed her eyes and sucked on a finger, her other hand actively pushing through the loose curls within her panties and slipping inside her wet depths. "He was so good at that...and his dick...mmm..." As she reveled in the memory Margaret took her saliva covered finger and gripped one of her teats. "I remember it pushing inside me and - OH!"

The model was interrupted from her daydream as she felt the warm cream release from her nipple and trickle over her hand. She jumped up, her face a mix of shock and arousal.

"I'm leaking!"

"Lactating."

"Why?"

"It's how the hormones of your extra-strong puberty reacted with your body. Certainly firm and full now," Rhyssa had tried not to added the emphasis to full but she just couldn't help herself. As expected, her mistress did not appreciate the word play.

"Well, I wish I wasn't lactating," Margaret replied.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, only one wish a day."

"Shit."

Other mistresses would have dismissed Rhyssa to her bottle in anger, but Margaret held back her annoyance. She sighed, silently accepting some responsibility for her wording. Before the attitude could turn Rhyssa decided to retreat to her bottle of her own accord, so she could continue to watch events unfold.

Margaret had been attractive before, but now she was certainly a super hotty. Rhyssa wanted to see what she'd do with her new body.

The model didn't have any doubts about what she wanted to do next. She pulled off all of the silk lingerie and admired herself nude for a few minutes, milked cream gently trickling down her breasts like the juices of her pussy glistening on her thighs.

"I'm gorgeous."

Margaret retrieved the clothes she'd worn when she arrived for the shoot, some skinny jeans, heels, a red camisole and white blouse she'd left unbuttoned. She'd brought clean panties and a bra in her purse.

Those last two she wasn't going to bother with.

Searching the changing room Margaret found some sheers and quickly turned her jeans into shorts that let the crease where ass met thigh show. She pulled it own, hopping about a few times to get the denim over her thicker, jigglier ass.

With that in place - and some camel toe on show - she discarded the camisole and pulled on the blouse. After drying her nipple Margaret was pleased that she wasn't leaking milk - at the moment, at least - and buttoned it up to allow for a huge V of cleavage to show. She then tied off the blouse so a peak of underboob was also visible. Her nipples formed two large peaks in the fabric, remaining dry for the moment.

With heels on her feet and Rhyssa's bottle in her purse Margaret was ready to take up Roger's invitation to the bar. She decided to leave alone her hair and macke-up, feeling its wild look matched how she felt. Margaret also wanted to show off her renewed body and decided to walk the few blocks. With every heeled step she felt her softer ass shake and fight against the jeans. She reveled in the bounce and tug of her big milk-filled breasts, the mild arousing drag of her nipples against the blouse. Her hair was light and bouncy and Margaret found it difficult keeping her hands off herself, her heated pussy difficult to push from the front-and-center of the model's attention.

Regarding attention, Margaret commanded it as she entered the bar. Nearly every turned head lingered on her, every eye taking in each inch of her from head to toe. She quickly spotted Roger, in the back amongst some pool tables. He and the other models were far enough away, combined with the dark lighting, that Margaret had not yet commanded their attention.

Her approach did. Rhyssa could sense how the model's yearning pussy wanted to press up against every man she passed and let them squeeze some part of her, but her mistress controlled herself. Margaret had a focused goal that she clung to in order to cut through the horniness trying to fog her mind. The altered woman strutted confidently back to the pool tables where she helped Roger pick up his dropped jaw from the floor.

She sealed it in place with a passionate, deep-tongued kiss with her puffy lips.

"M...Margaret? Is that you? How do you look so-"

The young male model did not need much convincing to jump in a rideshare headed to Margaret's apartment. Along the way their hands groped at parts soft and stiff, and as they exited the card Roger did accidentally undo the blouse's knot. Their foreplay had already soaked the fabric - much to Roger's amazed excitement - so although the material was stuck to Margaret's chest she quickly threw an arm across her boobs, teasing her consort as they dashed to her apartment.

Rhyssa watched from her bottle as the pair tore off each other's clothes, Roger pausing to suckle deeply from both of Margaret's breasts. Her knees knocked, and Margaret's bald slit was so wet it had actually stained the denim when Roger peeled it from her lower lips. Rhyssa wanted so badly to play with her own pair, but knew her fingers would be magically repelled from them. Instead she kept her upper genie body out at the size of a doll so she could peer out of the purse, and left her nethers gripped tightly in the neck of the nail polish.

Margaret let out a youthful hungry giggle as she saw Roger's rod unsheathed before her. As thick as a golf ball and nearly a foot long Margaret grabbed it with her hands and kissed the head. Roger shivered and gasped, and Margaret was quick to release him.

"Oh no no no," she waved a finger at him as she laid back onto the bed, pressing her bloated breasts together. Under the pressure milk dribbled from her aching nips. "We have other fun to do first."

"Not to worry..." Roger grinned, kneeling over the goddess that had seduced him, "I'm actually quite good at holding out..." He scooped some of Margaret's leaking cream and spread it into her cleavage, more for the kink of it than as actual useful lubricant. He plunged his dick between her tits, his scrotum dragging against her stomach, and Margaret licked the knob each time he thrust it through. The pair enjoyed this for a few minutes before Margaret's magically inflamed slit could be ignored no more.

"Roger, Roger, please, I need to feel you in my pussy...I need you to fill me! To but out the flames!"

"My hose will be happy to," the male model grinned, shifting backwards and picking up Margaret's legs under her knees. Her pussy raised up in line with his bobbing staff, and with practiced skill Roger shifted forward. Margaret screamed in pleasure as the ridge of his head popped into her pussy, and the veiny length pushed inch-by-inch into her soaked recesses.

"Oh fuck...so good...so thick..." Margaret wined, her body rolling and contorting, only remaining impaled on her fuck boy because he was holding her legs. Roger's balls tapped her ass over and over as he pumped. The youthful model put one hand to her left tit and massaged it as the other snaked to her clitty, pinched and mashing it as Roger's length found the soft G-spot inside of her.

"God, shit, I'm already...I'm there, Roger, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."

"Good...do it, but...I want...to finish...in your ass..."

Margaret pulled back from the edge of her climax for a moment. No one had ever fucked her in the ass.

But she'd never felt this good before, either.

"Yeah, yeah, okay...yes...yes...yes...yes...YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"

Margaret's pleasure burst, mentally and physically. A torrent of bliss swept up her body, locking muscles and joints in pleasure as her mind went white. At the same time ounces of juices bubbled up around Roger's dick and dribbled down both of their thighs.

"My...turn..." Roger gasped, gently turning Margaret over with leverage from her legs. The gasping woman exclaimed a small "Oh!" as she found herself resting on her full titties, milk spurting into the mattress. She bit her lip and dug the plastic fingernails into the sheets as Roger cupped Margaret's juices and slathered them over her asshole. He unplugged from one whole and pushed into the other.

"Uhhhg...fuck!" Margaret gasped. There was pain - but it was good. She was still lost somewhere between the end of a fantastic orgasm and an intense afterglow, so the deep plunge into her virgin ass was swept up into extending that.

"Oh yeah...you're so tight...so tight..." Roger growled, his ball sack tapping Margaret's taint. She grunted in time with his thrusts and light slaps on her bare ass, and mewed as she felt Roger release into her. His fingers dug into the extra fat of her rear as he stretched back in bliss. Margaret had never felt anything quite like this before. She didn't dislike it.

But she didn't like it, either.

Each spent, the duo collapsed next to each other for about twenty minutes. Margaret's mind slipped away from thoughts on her first butt fuck and back to the warmth of her powerful orgasm, falling asleep before her magically aroused pussy could build up too much desire. Roger let himself go soft, gently caressing the incredible lines of the impossible woman he'd just had. Then he got up, wiped off, dressed, and left.

Rhyssa could feel the demand of the bottle calling her in, so with the show over she let it suck her upper body back inside.

A few hours later Margaret was finally awoken by the sunlight on her eyes. She squirmed in the damp bed and sheets, eyes blinking open slowly and then going wide as she realized what was still reality and not a dream.

"I'm still young! And busty!" Margaret giggled, grabbing her breasts and laughing again as two squirts of milk erupted from them. She went to the fell length mirror to admire herself and as she crossed the room she was reminded of Roger's finale from the night before. She ran her hands over her tight skin, and the glisten of juices old and new on her. Margaret squeezed her thighs, the slit in need of sating. A desire to talk to someone about her conquest rose up, and Margaret realized only one person would fully believe her.

"Genie! Genie!" the model shouted, tits and ass bouncing as she ran to her purse. She yanked out the nail polish and opened it, Rhyssa pouring out and forming in the air.

"Good morning, Mistress," the genie greeted.

"This is all still so incredible," Margaret gasped, sitting on the bed as Rhyssa floated overhead. Margaret squirmed and flexed her anus, "I've haven't done something like that in years! And some of that never!"

"It was quite the sight," Rhyssa carefully responded, betting that Margaret wouldn't be put off by the idea of the genie having seen her tryst.

"You could see us?" Margaret gasped, blushing a little. Rhyssa nodded, and she watched Margaret's moment of bashfulness melt to more arousal. "How did I look?"

"So hot," Rhyssa's response let loose a little more of her honest lust than she had intended, "You two rutted like animals in heat."

"We did, didn't we?" Margaret grinned, then lightly bit her puffier lip.

"Yesterday you'd had a wish about your lactation, did you want to take care of that now?" Rhyssa asked. Margaret had only been kind to her so far - any rudeness mostly the result of eagerness - so she tried to help guide her mistress to what she wanted before something could happen by accident.

"Mmm, maybe I did..." the model replied, running her fingers over her round titties, "But you know...feeling his lips on these big nips...the sensation of him drinking from me...that was so hot..." Margaret closed her eyes and let her hands massage her breasts for a moment, her mind lost in the memory for a moment.

Then a little twitch from below brought her attention back to the present.

"I'd love to see Roger again," Margaret muttered, squirming on the bed, "but you know, if he's going to want to finish in my ass every time I wish it was more like a proper pussy fucking for me!"