“Uhm.... What was that about wishes?” Rick asked, his eyes not moving from where the deep cleavage put on display by the gauzy blue dress had been. While a large portion of his brain was locked in a memory loop reliving the perfect set of boobs over and over again, some of Rick’s mind still functioned. “And, uh, why don’t I get any?”
“Because it’s my turn to get a wish. I was this close to getting what I wanted for a change when you ruined it. Come on you air-headed boy toy. Get out there.”
Candace squeaked, poked him in the ribs, and pointed. Filing the breasts away for later fantasies, Rick looked at what Candace was gaping over.
“Er hi, Rick, Candace,” Sharon said, trying to sound nonchalant.
A rubber blow up doll dressed like Sharon, looking a lot like Sharon, had marched into the kitchen.
And it spoke. It spoke like Sharon.
Candace let out a shocked scream and then a not-quite-sane giggle. “Sharon?”
“Jesus Christ!” shouted Rick. “If that’s your idea of a wish, you can keep them.”
“Actually...it was Jim’s idea,” said the top heavy mix of Robin and Sharon. She had Candace’s legs Rick noted, when he finally managed to look at something other than her breasts.
“Bitch,” protested the rubber Sharon. “He really wished for me to be able expand my breasts at will—that’s Jim for you—and this...Gina interpreted ‘inflatable’ by turning me into a blow up doll. Believe me, you don’t want her wishes. Jim totally wasted all of his—”
“Sorry, Sharon,” interrupted the genie, “but he lied. I was about to get the last one out of him when I got called up by skinny boy over there. He was going to use it on me. Not fixing you, but me!”
Sharon amazingly expressive, for a rubber doll, face showed a mix of shock, disbelief and horror. “I’ll get to the bottom of that later, but don’t expect me to put any weight on your word. You twist things worse than a lawyer, and I should know!
“Uh, what did Jim wish for, anyway?”
“I’m not telling,” replied Gina, smirking. “You wouldn’t believe me.” Gina put her hands on her hips, stuck out her chest further, and cocked her head to one side, a faux-sweet smile creeping across her face. “Bitch.”
“Turn her back, uh, Gina,” demanded Rick.
“That takes a wish, Rick. You don’t have any.”
“I rubbed your lamp...light bulb. That should be three wishes.”
“Sorry sweetie, but I’m on another contract right now. Jim was...almost there, and Sharon has an outstanding wish. I’m swamped.”
“This is...what, a genie?” Candace looked incredulous, but was finally catching up and overcoming her horror at her best friend being a sex toy. Rick could hardly blame her, but some magic was definitely involved. Breasts that huge didn’t project like that; they sagged—even with too much silicon. Sharon knew law, but Rick knew breasts, and those were no ordinary breasts. While most of his mind worked at outwitting the genie and getting Sharon back to normal, Rick's libido worked overtime trying to figure out how to trick the genie into giving Candace a set like that. Maybe, God forbid, a bit smaller, though; Candace would go nuts if she couldn’t dance.
Gina the genie looked him over and winked. “And just what would you be willing to trade for that, Rick?”
“What? Trade for what?” asked Rick, a wish-paranoid veteran of far more hours spent playing D&D than is safe.
Sun Jul 10 10:49:52 2005