by Sasha Scott
“So… I’m rich?” she asked the wish giver.
“Filthy stinking rich.”
“You mean like thousands or… hundred thousands or… millions?”
“I’m a genie. Naturally that means millions.”
A giggle slipped from her lips as she went completely giddy. It had happened, it had really happened. She was rich beyond her wildest dreams.
“Mine, mine, mine, mine!” she cheered as she twirled around in place, “It’s all mine!”
The giggles transformed into loud, manic, cackles of glee as Renee soaked in the atmosphere of being a money bags, and it pretty damn felt good. Nothing could possible sour the moment, or so she thought. However that was when she stopped moving and noticed a figure in a nearby window.
“Hey who’s that?” she asked, pointing at the woman.
“What do you mean? That’s you.”
“Don’t be stupid, that can’t be me I don’t look like some bi... mbo?”
Finally she looked down at herself and saw the giant tits which were bulging out from her front; a bust so big it was a miracle she hadn’t spotted it earlier.
For a girl who was used to being pretty flat chested, seeing those giant jugs made her squeal in shock, Renee tumbling down onto her giant tushy, the girl in the window doing the same.
He certainly hadn’t lied to her. The woman in the window was her, her reflection anyway. She simply looked a lot different to how she usually looked.
Normally Renee was quite the slender thing. Even though she was good looking she definitely didn’t carry much in the way of sex appeal. She had long brown hair, a decent figure and a small chest. Obviously the latter no longer applied, nor did the other two.
The woman reflected back at Renee didn’t have her trademark brunette locks and instead had a head of platinum blonde, like something that you’d expect to see on a Barbie doll. However despite the fact the dye was clearly fake, the reflection was real. As Renee brushed her fingers through her hanging hair she found nothing but blonde.
It was also impossible to miss the figure that the glass screen was showing off. It was a huge contrast to her usual shape. Rather than a curveless silhouette, her body had turned into a defined hourglass.
Renee’s curves bulged out at all sides. Widening up at her chest to accommodate those massive melons before narrowing down into a tiny, skinny, waist. Then as her shape ventured towards her hips it would spread out again to a ridiculous degree, giving her huge hips that looked fit for bearing children.
Sinking her hands around those hips and behind, Renee discovered why she needed such a wide pear shaped lower half. It was to accommodate her massive, juicy, buns which were practically fully exposed in the thong she was wearing under her pink mini skirt.
Oh it wasn’t just a new image she’d been given, it was a new wardrobe too. Renee was standing there in a pink mini skirt and matching platform high heels. Then up above those giant jugs were hidden by only a simple bikini top which, of course, was also pink.
As she looked over herself, Renee wasn’t quite sure why it had happened but it was simply something she couldn’t deny; she looked like a bimbo stereotype!
While she was standing there, observing, taking note of her puffy lips, obscenely long lashes, obviously fake fingernails and the tacky tattoos and piercings she had on certain parts of her body, the genie leaned in close to the startled woman.
“Is something the matter?”
“Of course something’s the matter!” she squealed, “Why do I look like this!? I asked to be rich, I didn’t ask to be Barbie!”
“What? You simply expected me to make you rich without deciding on a way you earned all of that wealth?”
“Well yes! Wait… how did I get so rich then?”
Renee simply expected a poof and she was a millionaire. She didn’t expect to have a backstory to her fortune, and she certainly didn’t expect it to involve looking like a bimbo whore.
“It’s simple. You just happen to be the world’s most famous and successful adult movie star.”
“W-w-wait!” Renee squealed out, “Are you trying to tell me I’m a porn star!?”
In a way it did explain some things, such as why she looked like somebody who’d just walked off the set of a porno without going through much of a wardrobe change. And why she looked like someone who’d be there in the first place.
“Of course. How else would someone like you amass such a fortune?”
“Like with the lottery? Through magic? Not through showing my tits to everyone!”
“You’ve shown a lot more than just that.”
“No no no!” she hissed out in a fit, “This isn’t right! You cheated me, I want my wish back!”
“Didn’t you want to be rich, no matter what?”
“I wanted to be rich but that didn’t mean I wanted everyone to be watching me having sex!”
“Well I’m afraid you don’t get a wish back. You have two wishes left. If you’re unhappy with your current wish you can always use your second one to fix it. You could always wish your fortune away.”
“Of course I won’t do that!” she grumbled. It was her dream to be rich, being a millionaire was exactly what she’d always wanted. There was no way she could ask to go back to normal. She couldn’t just undo the wish.
“Try not to take too long thinking about it. I think you’re scheduled to shoot a new movie in around fifteen minutes. I think it was a gangban--”
“I’ve got it!” Renee suddenly exclaimed, “I wish I was rich in a different way that didn’t involve the sex industry! Got it!?”
The genie chuckled as the bimbo glared at him like a scolding wife. That gave him an idea as he clicked his fingers and made the whole world flash.
“Your wish is my command.”
Again the sensation of the world altering through the genie’s power was a disorienting one for Renee who grumbled as her head spun and her eyes stung, everything slowly coming into focus. This time she just hoped he’d managed to do the wish right without fucking everything up.
As everything became clear, Renee found herself in another place of luxury. This time it wasn’t lounging beside the pool, it was indoors but she could still tell she was in a gorgeous mansion. Everything around her was so big, so posh, so luxurious.
Renee twirled around in place as she was caught like a deer in the headlights, looking over the stunning manor. It was absolutely gorgeous, fit for a queen.
After soaking in the atmosphere, Renee remembered there was something she had to check quickly. She looked down sharply to make sure that those massive, fake, breasts of hers were gone. They were not.
She squealed out as she found a mirror and looked over herself. She was in a different house but her outfit and her body looked exactly the same.
“Genie!” she screamed out, “Where are you!?”
The massive, muscular, magical man floated up through the floor, stroking his large beard slowly.
“I’m right here. Did you think up your third wish?”
“No! What gives!? Why do I still look like Barbie!?”
“You didn’t tell me that you wanted your body going back to normal. You said you simply didn’t want to be involved in the sex business.”
“Well then what stupid job did you saddle me with this time?” she grumbled, glaring at the genie.
“No job, this time you’re completely unemployed, just like you wanted.”
“And I’m seriously rich, right? Like a super millionaire?”
“Of course you are. That’s what you wished for.”
Renee forgot all about the fact she was a false tan painted stacked bimbo and began to twirl around in place with glee, cheering out loud through the halls of the luxurious mansion which belonged to her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she squealed in joy, “It’s mine, it’s mine! It’s all mine!”
“Well…” the genie interrupted, “It’s not all just yours.”
“Huh?” she asked in c
onfusion before she heard a man’s voice calling out from somewhere within the mansion.
“Oh cupcake, where are you?”
It was really weird. For some reason Renee felt she recognized the man’s voice, like she knew it well. And when she heard the nickname cupcake she felt compelled to respond.
“Wait, who is that?” she asked the genie, suddenly feeling flustered.
“Why it’s your husband of course.”
“My husband!?”
“That’s right. Seeing as you didn’t fancy being an adult star I had to move onto plan B. I found you an insanely rich man to give you what you wanted.”
It wasn’t exactly what Renee had had in mind when she’d been making the wish, both of her wishes. She simply pictured that she would suddenly be surrounded by gold or that her bank account would be overflowing. She didn’t picture being married off to some millionaire.
“This isn’t what I wished for. I--”
“Cupcake, where are you?” that voice called out again, getting closer and closer.
Renee couldn’t control herself this time and she obediently called out, “I’m over here honey!” before covering her mouth up. What was happening to her?
The door to the lounge swung open and a well suited, handsome, man wandered into the room, flashing a Hollywood quality smile.
“There you are cupcake, I’ve been looking for you,” the well groomed millionaire said with a hoarse voice, “Did you forget we have a party to get to soon? You need to get ready.”
It was strange, so strange. When he said that… she sort of remembered. She recognized the man she’d never seen before as her lover and even remembered their plans together.
“Genie,” she whined, “What’s going on? Why does this sound familiar?”
“That’s because this is your life. Even if you don’t remember it, in this world of sorts it’s the life you’ve been living well before you took over. All the information you need will be in there somewhere.”
“Hey cupcake?” the dashing man said to Renee, “Is something wrong? Who are you talking to?”
“I should probably mention,” the genie said to her, “as my summoner you are the only one who can see me.”
Even though her husband couldn’t see a thing, even though Renee could have just made up a lie, she simply couldn’t. When her lover asked her what was going on she just answered, truthfully.
“I’m talking to the genie!” she said before squealing and zipping her lips together.
“A genie? You have such an adorable imagination. Did he give you three wishes?”
“Yes,” she squeaked with a small nod, “but I only have one left.”
As the truth just kept slipping free, she shot the genie a glare out of the corner of her eye, one that screamed “what the hell is going on!?”
Chuckling wickedly, the deep voiced genie informed her, “You probably don’t realize this yet but in this reality you’ve been trained to be a perfect trophy wife for your husband here. You’ve been trained to be a very obedient bimbo for him.”
That explained a lot, a whole lot. It explained why she couldn’t seem to resist what he was saying, and why her heart pounded whenever she gazed towards him.
“So cute,” her rich husband laughed, “Were you planning on giving that last wish to me?”
“Yes!”
No! She meant no! Again she glared at the genie. That wasn’t the truth, why the heck had she said yes!?
The genie leant in close again and said, “Even if that’s a lie, you’ve been trained to make him happy which seems to mean letting him have your last wish.”
But he couldn’t have it, she had to have it. She had to use her last wish to solve everything and get her fortune. That’s what she wanted to say but her voice wouldn’t come out. Being in the presence of her strong, handsome, man was stopping her from being able to talk back.
“Well how about this cupcake. Repeat after me,” her man said to her, tapping her on the nose, “I wish I was my husband’s perfect, obedient, trophy wife forever and ever.”
She had to resist. Otherwise…
“I wish I was my husband’s perfect, obedient, trophy wife forever and ever.”
The genie chuckled as he clicked his fingers for the last time and said those magic words.
“Your wish is my command.”
Once again there was a flash of light, the entire world being engulfed in white but it quickly vanished away, leaving the scene looking almost identical to the way it had been before the magic, except with the genie being gone, transformed back into his lamp with his task done.
On the surface nothing had changed however the wish had been cast and the transformation had taken place. Below the surface, Renee was a whole new woman.
Renee giggled happily as she suddenly skipped over and wrapped herself around her husband’s arm with a big hug, her cleavage squeezing around him. Thanks to the magic she was so totally and utterly in love with him!
“So did the wish work?” he asked her with a chuckle.
“Like it worked so good,” she said happily, nodding her head sharply, “Like I’m your super good trophy wife forever and ever.”
Her man growled in excitement as his scantily clad bimbo wife rubbed against his body with those giant tits, causing his pants to bulge with a throbbing erection.
“That’s my girl. I know we have a party to get ready for but I think that we’ve got time for some fun first. Now get on the couch and get rid of those panties.”
She squealed in excitement as she strutted over, working her skin tight thong down her long legs, which had started to dampen from the wetness dripping from her pink slit. Her mind was now one in deep, lustful, love with her husband.
Once her thong had slipped down around her heels and been kicked away, Renee straddled over the couch with her thick ass and soaked mound pushed back, ready for him.
“Like this?” she asked, wanting to please her man more than anything!
“Just like that baby, just like that,” he growled as he freed his hard cock and slapped its firmness against her wetness before grasping at her hips and thrusting it deep into her loins.
Renee moaned out a blissful squeal of glee as his big, hard, dick spread her tightness open, his commanding warmth burrowing into her depths. It felt so good, her man’s cock felt the best.
Wasting little time, he began to thrust, stirring up her juicy insides with his rock hard manhood, making her shudder in pleasure.
“OMG it feels so good!” she moaned, her tongue rolling out. It was incredible; it was an all new sensation for her that made her mind turn to mush and yet one her body recognized and craved.
Her husband only got faster and rougher as the seconds passed by as he used her how he liked and how she liked to be used. Every spanking slap of his body beating into her juicy backside sent another wave of bliss coursing through her veins.
She’d resisted so much, she’d resisted the genie’s magic, but now she realized that it was all for nought. She had what she’d always wanted, she was stinking rich beyond her wildest dreams, and the price he was asking her to pay was one more than worth paying. If anything, in her ditzy, sex drunk, state she was willing to pay her fortune for the pleasure of this intense sex.
Renee’s giant tits shook up and down as her meaty ass rippled from the impacts, her slutty juices gushing out from every thrusting blow deep into her. This was her true heaven. Not money, this.
As her stud of a man kept thrusting, hammering his hardness into her velvety folds, he growled out as his body began to tense.
“Hmm I’m almost there cupcake, almost there. Get ready because I’m gonna fill up my perfect wife.”
“Please, please do it. I want it so bad,” she squealed, unable to contain herself either. She was right on the edge and he had the final straw capable of pushing her over.
It didn’t take long for him to deliver, for him to buck in with all his power and to seal his hardness deep into her pu
ssy before his climax released, hot seed gushing from his throbbing shaft, painting Renee’s insides in whiteness.
She threw her head back and cried out in joy as a powerful orgasm raced over her, making every inch of her body tingle as a juicy gush of feminine lust squirted out, all as her husband’s virility flowed into her womb.
