David slumped into the stiff hotel chair, fifty years of business travel etched into his weary bones. The lamp on the nightstand caught his eye, an antique brass thing he'd picked up at a dusty market. On impulse, he rubbed it. Smoke billowed, and a petite, stunningly beautiful nude woman materialized, her skin glowing like polished bronze, curves petite yet perfectly proportioned.
"Thank you for freeing me," she purred, voice like velvet and smoke. "Most masters are far less... intriguing." She circled him, eyes raking his aging frame with amusement. "Fifty? How delightfully mortal."
David blinked, heart racing. "Who the hell are you?" Her laugh was sharp, witty. "Your genie, darling. And I'm feeling generous tonight." With a snap, his body shifted—muscles hardening, wrinkles vanishing, hair thickening. He stood tall at twenty-five, fit and magnetic, his cock now thick, heavy, and impressively large. "Better?" she teased, stepping close.
"Fuck, yes," he breathed, already hardening further. She dropped to her knees, gripping his new cock with strong hands. "Mmm, this will do nicely." Her tongue flicked the tip before she took him deep in a wet, expert blowjob, sucking with rhythmic hunger. David groaned, fingers in her hair. "You're... incredible."
She pulled back, lips glistening. "Three wishes, handsome. But they must be spoken while we fuck—before you cum. After, I'll grant them one by one." Her pussy was already wet, dripping with invitation as she stood, pushing him toward the bed. "Deal?"
"Deal," David panted, horny beyond reason. He flipped her onto the sheets, but she took control, straddling him with fierce grace. "Strong women lead," she whispered, lowering onto his hard cock. He thrust up, filling her tight pussy as they moved in sweaty rhythm. "First wish—endless wealth!" he gasped between thrusts.
She rode him harder, ass slapping against his thighs. "Second—power over my rivals!" Their bodies slicked with sweat, her nipples brushing his chest. "Third—make me irresistible to every woman I meet!" The wording slipped, but pleasure clouded his mind. She clenched around him, panting, "Clever... or not."
David came hard, cum flooding her dripping pussy in pulsing waves. She milked every drop, then smiled wickedly. "Wishes granted." A tingle spread through him—his frame shrinking, cock vanishing into a slick new pussy, hair cascading red and vibrant. Petite, beautiful, now an eighteen-year-old woman named Daisy, she stared in horror as curves formed, horniness surging through her transformed body.
Daisy touched her new form, fingers brushing wet folds, the genie watching with a smirk. "The story's just begun, little one."
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