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Double Penetration

I woke up the next morning with dried body fluids gluing me to the carpet and smelling like sex. My jaw was sore, my knees had carpet burns on them, my asshole felt like it had a sunburn, and my back hurt from sleeping on the floor. This was becoming kind of a habit. I sat up and took a deep breath, then clambered to my feet being careful not to smash my balls. Christ, I was getting a major case of blueballs. They were almost full enough to stick out past the end of the chastity cage. I gave it an experimental tug, and even the slight bit of friction from my dick rubbing inside the cage started it swelling. I made myself let go before it got so hard it smashed against the cage and became painful, and shuffled off to Julio’s bathroom.

I turned the water on in the shower, got in, and just pissed while I was standing there. The hot water washed the filth and stray carpet fibers off of me, and helped loosen the sore muscles in my back from sleeping on the floor. I grabbed a washcloth and some soap and went to work on my much curvier body. I still had the big jugs, and was definitely packing some junk in the trunk now. I washed my longer hair than I was used to hair, and then just stood there trying not to think about anything until the hot water ran out. I grumbled but got out of the shower and dried off, then walked back out into the living room.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and I put on a pair of purple sweat pants with “JUICY” printed on the ass and a sports jersey that seemed fairly clean. I was feeling better, things were moving along, next up: breakfast. I raided Julio’s cupboards and found some toaster pastries. Munching on one as I walked back to the living room I could see him in his bedroom. He was passed out still naked and only half under the covers.

I could see his dick. It was a decent looking dick. Did I want to wake him up with a blowjob? I stood there looking at him sleeping while I thought about it. I mean, I wasn’t opposed. It might be kind of fun. But I was pretty sure he hadn’t showered last night, and besides I wasn’t getting that carnal rush of pleasure I got when the wish was doing its thing. And really, odds were he’d need to piss pretty majorly first thing.

Yeah, I had better options and decided to get out of there before he woke up. I scarfed down the last of my breakfast, let myself out, and headed upstairs. I knocked on Jasmine’s door, and she opened it a crack, saw it was me, and unhooked the security chain and let me in.

She shut the door behind me and took a deep breath between her teeth. “Hey, look, Piggy, Alain, Al, uhm, about last night I’m sorry I sort of dropped you off for a gangbang. I had just gotten fired and I don’t think I was thinking straight, and-“

“Oh hey, no big! I had a fun time. We’re all good!”

Jasmine frowned, and looked carefully at my face. “Really? You’re sure?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah, it was kind of fun even! Really!”

Her mouth hung open but she eventually shrugged. “Okay. Great. Cool. Thanks, I guess.”

I licked my lips and decided to take a chance. “Actually, I was thinking maybe bayrampaşa escort we could go out tonight or this afternoon or even right now and you could use the wish and make a change and I could, you know, do some sex stuff again or something? Maybe go to like a gym or some place with lots of men and women with some stamina and you could give me a sexier, I dunno, butthole or arms or something and we could see what happened?”

“Why?” Jasmine’s eyes narrowed.

I’ve never been a great liar, but I plunged ahead anyway. “I mean, it’d just be one more step to getting this wish fulfilled and you’ll get your money and I could practice some stripper moves on the crowd and it might be fun?”

Her eyebrow rose up. “Huh. Or I could just do all the transformations to make you a hot babe right now and we could find an amateur night somewhere and it could be over before tomorrow morning.”

I shook my head slowly. “Well, I mean, I think I need more practice, and I’d hate to rush things and have something go wrong. I could twist an ankle or something and not be able to get a job until it healed or something.”

“No. That’s not it.” Jasmine shook her head back at me. “What’s going on here? I’ve been trying to help you but I’ve had to push and cajole you along the way, and now you’re wanting to get things moving faster and go out and get gang-banged? I don’t buy it.”

I looked at the ceiling and tried to think fast. “I just want to make sure you get your money. Nothing else.”

“Bullshit!” Jasmine took a step closer and raised her voice. “What game are you playing? What’s going on?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all!” I took a step back.

Jasmine took another step forward. “What’s going on with you? Tell me what you’re doing here!”

I don’t know if it was the wish making me obey, or I just cracked. I like to pretend it was the wish but I’m still not sure. Anyway, I told her.

What I actually said was, “I feel really good when I do something to fulfill the wish and so do you, and I don’t want it to stop, I just want to keep getting changed and fucking and feeling good and for it to keep going on and on and not end because my old life sucked.” All my words came out in a rush and when I finished I took a deep breath and looked down at the carpet.

It was suddenly very quiet in the room. I looked down and exhaled. There were pastry crumbs in my cleavage.

Jasmine took a deep breath, and I think she was going to start yelling at me or shove a dollar in my pants and declare me a stripper or something. I guess it would have been fair, I was kind of dragging her into my bullshit, but it still sucked. And that was when I mumbled, “I wish we could just keep doing this.”

Yeah. Shit.

So the world went a little crazy for a second. I felt like I was inside of a slot machine, one of the big fancy ones with lots of reels and flashing lights and sirens. One reel clicked into place, then another, then another, and then there was just silence. I gasped and I think my ears popped.

Jasmine and I stood there, staring at each other. She finally escort bayan istanbul blinked a lot and asked, “What the fuck did you just do?”

I was trying to figure that out myself when there was a polite knock at the door.

Jasmine shook her head, turned woodenly, opened the door, sighed, and shut it again. She took the chain off the hook and opened the door. She was still shaking her head.

It was the blue dude, the genii, and he walked right on in. He was wearing a suit now, which was a little weird, and had a duffel bag which he handed to Jasmine.

She shut the door and leaned against it, unzipped the bag, looked inside, and sighed. Then she zipped the bag back up and grinned. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Likewise.” The genii gave her a nod and turned to me. “And for you, oh master of the lamp, your third wish is granted!”

“Wait, what?”

The genii smiled. “You can just keep doing this. Your first wish has been extended for as long as you like. It’s a bit unusual but within the structure of the wish. Congratulations!”

“Wait, what?”

The genii flexed his arms in the coat and smiled. “You can keep getting transformed and, erm, doing your other activities as long as you like. Well, you’re not immortal, but you can do it for the length of your natural lifespan. Then, once you’re tired of it, you can just quit. Whenever you want.”

I laughed, one of those asylum laughs. Sure, no problem. I could quit whenever I wanted. No problem.

Jasmine coughed politely, and the genii turned around. She tilted her head, and licked her lips. “So if our little friend here is going to continue, it sounds like you’ll need someone to make the transformations again.”

The genii shrugged. “That is true. Are you interested?”

Jasmine shrugged back but I could see her doing the math. “Let’s talk. But privately.” She gave me a look and sighed. “Come on.”

She walked me into the bedroom, and told me to strip. I felt like I was about to start laughing again, and wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop but I got my clothes off. Then I was leaning over a desk that looked like she got it off someone’s curb, and wincing as a plug went up my ass. Even loosened up from last night it was stretching me out. I whimpered and tried to open up, and finally the widest part slid in and my ass clamped down. Jasmine grabbed a handful of my hair and sat me down in an office chair. She leaned down and wrapped a pair of handcuffs around my ankle and the leg of the chair.

She tossed a notebook and a pen in front of me, grabbed my chin, and turned my face to look up at her. “Before I agree to this, I want to know what’s been going on in your head. So write this whole thing down, from the beginning, and be honest. That’s an order. And keep quiet, because if I have to come back in here…”

Well, this is where we started, so you know the rest.

I finished writing it all down, and Jasmine eventually came in and got it and went back out to talk to the genii some more. I just sat there. I could hear her and the genii talking in the other taksim vip escort room. But I mostly thought about myself. I was stuck like this. And I was okay with that?

I let myself imagine what it would be like. I could still get a job at Anna’s club, but not as a stripper. I’d be the house bitch, and crawl around the stage on all fours picking up the stray bills between sets. My big fat udders hanging down and my locked cock on display. The pig tail plug in my ass sticking out.

I saw myself working a glory hole while people were dancing. Sucking cocks, licking pussy. My extra long tongue reaching out and caressing flesh. Jasmine standing at the door, taking money for people to come in and fuck me while strangers used my mouth. Cocks going up my ass, filling them with come, and the plug going back in. A webcam pointing at me and streaming it all night after night.

I was rocking my hips, working the plug in my ass, trying to find the right angle to hit my prostrate. The plug worked around inside me as I imagined Jasmine making more changes, physical changes like more nerve endings in my asshole that would drive me crazy with lust and pleasure while I was being fucked, but not let me come. Changing my vocal cords so I could only oink. Mental changes like making me super dumb and eager to please others.

I found the spot I wanted and really started rocking my hips. My cock was straining against the cage, smashing the metal bars into my flesh. I whimpered and tears were running down my cheeks, but I couldn’t stop. The plug was rubbing against my prostate, and I started bouncing faster, fucking my ass.

I was picturing myself in a bathroom, fucking myself on a dildo suction cupped to the wall and drooling in mindless lust. There was a circle of people standing around, taking pictures, recording me, and giving me orders. They were jerking off and coming on the floor in front of me and I was leaning down and sticking my tongue out towards the floor…

Come spurted out my cock. I kept fucking myself as semen spurted, and took a deep breath. It didn’t bring any relief. It wasn’t a real orgasm. I was still horny as hell, but I was too tired to fuck myself any more.

I let my head fall on the desk. I could see my huge tits, my caged dick, and the puddle of come drying on the seat of the chair.

And I got to keep doing this for like, years. Years and years. I’d have to do something about my friends and family. Tell them I got a job in a different city or something. That should be manageable, I didn’t have many friends anyway and my mom was pretty cool and she’d always wanted a daughter instead of a son. Hell, the wish might slap anyone who tried to stop me, although I hoped it wouldn’t drop more stuff on their heads. Cinnamon would be pissed, but maybe I could convince Jasmine to pay her off now that she had a steady income stream. Or I could go back to my apartment and get the lamp, and she could find another sucker to make her wishes for her. It didn’t matter.

I grinned and took a double handful of my tits, mauling the soft flesh, thinking about the future. The genii said he’d try to rip me off with that Monkey Hand crap, but that blue bastard wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. I’d seen the movie, I’d listened to the soundtrack, I knew how this worked.

I got my wish.

-Casey Heart

That’s the end, thanks for reading!

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