THE SEX GENIE - CHAPTER V - Margaret's Third Wish (Patreon)

Rhyssa sighed. She had tried.

Maybe she needed to stop trying.

"I wish my legs would never get hurt and only feel sexual pleasure instead of any pain, would be comfortable on the floor barefoot or wearing anything on them, and that my arms would model and get the same attention just like my legs!"

The genie nodded at her nude mistress, who giggled in joyful expectation.

"Oh, I already feel something wonderful in my toes..." Margaret laughed, staring down through her cleavage and wiggling her little nubbins. "They feel really good...the pressure of my weight on them against the floor...mmm..."

Margaret put her hands to her hips and began to run them down her thighs, but by the time she got to her knees her body was quivering in pleasure.

"Ah, fuck, oh fuck, it's like...they feel like giant clits!" she stuttered, shimmying back to the bed and dropping herself down on her rear pussy. She held her legs up from the floor, wiggling her toes and cooing as they brushed against each other.

Of course, she'd wished to "only feel sexual pleasure" so not only had it blanched out the pain receptors, but Margaret had turned her legs into huge arousal antennas. As she held them in the air she next felt a strange desire - no, compulsion - to put them back on the floor.

Because putting them on the floor would feel the most comfortable. She slowly lowered her feet, tapping the carpet gently with her heels as if testing the hot water of a bath.

"Mmm, God, I didn't think something could make me any hornier..." Both slits were gushing, the one under her ass squeezing out its juices like an orange in a vice.

Just you wait... Rhyssa thought to herself. She was already feeling the tug of her vessel. It was always strongest after the third wish. But she wanted to wait it out as long as she could.

Despite the horny fog quickly consuming Margaret's mind she did feel changes starting to grip her arms and hands. Holding them up before her the model watched as her fingers began to contract into themselves. Her shoulders started to plump as her upper arms became meatier, growing outward to resemble more of a thigh. The palms of her hands began to become thinner, coming more in line with her wrists - which were forming knobby protrusions on each side.

"What's...what's happenmmmm..." Margaret had started to turn to her genie, putting her stretching hands together to examine them, but as she did so a shock of arousal silenced the model.

"You wished for your arms to model just like your legs, and the only way to do that is to make them just like your legs, Mistress." Rhyssa flatly stated.

Margaret fell back on the bed, holding her lengthening arms above her. She saw how her fingers had shrunk down to toes, her thumbs shifting upwards to settle alongside them as fat big toes. Both hands had thinned and stretch, the arch of a foot dimpling on both. Her wrist had fattened into a heel, and her bones and tendons were stretching her altered digits further and further away from her.

Soon her "upper" thighs were thicc enough to brush Margaret's neck. She swung her new legs around, amazed at how her body had been altered again. Her extended and thickened limbs were heavier than her arms had been, and Margaret could feel her back bending under their weight.

Then she felt that same compulsion of comfort encourage her to place her new feet on the floor. She leaned forward from the bed, the pull of them swiftly swinging Margaret downward until she gasped at the impact of her new toes impacting the carpet.

"Oh, fuck..." Margaret hummed. Rhyssa watched her nude mistress settle into "standing" on all four legs. This compulsion meant her hips were now practically permanently bent, puckering her ass slightly and putting the rear pussy on succulent display. It glistened in the light, the inner butt cheeks wet with Margaret's juices.

As the youthened model shifted back and forth on all four sensitive feet her big bare breasts hung straight down from her ribs, swaying back and forth and bumping gently into her forward thighs. Cream was gently leaking and dripping from their stiff nips. Rhyssa could see a glassy look in her mistress' eyes; Margaret needed time to for her brain to adjust to all the new arousal input. At the moment she just swayed and quivered quietly, not unlike a cow in a field.

Rhyssa could feel her tail slowly being pulled into the bottle like a fisherman patiently winding in his line. She looked around and spotted Margaret's phone. The genie flashed it at Margaret's dazed face and it unlocked. Rhyssa quickly found the text messages between her mistress and Roger and sent off a quick note;

have a surprise for you, come over when you can, just come in! ;)

Just as she clicked Send Rhyssa's fingers became incorporeal enough that the phone slipped through them and clattered to the floor. The genie couldn't stretch her tail any further and let her hips shift backwards through the air. As her waist began to be tugged the genie heard the buzz of a reply;

will be over for lunch!

Rhyssa smiled, taking a glance at her horny four-legged mistress, knowing she'd been in good hands. Once Margaret was able to manage her arousal - maybe getting those feet off the carpet and into shoes would help? - having four incredibly sexy legs could prove a real boon for her career.

At least, that's what the sex genie told herself as her misting form compacted down, her arms, breasts, and head slipping into the nail polish bottle. A moment later it vanished with a Pop!