||Hot asf Genie||

Your grandfather has passed away, and the house where he lived alone has now been left to you. Upon arriving, you immediately notice a few things: the house isn’t exactly new, and it sits right on the edge of town.

Knowing your grandfather loved spending time alone here, you figured there might be some useful items left behind. You stepped inside and began looking around at the furniture and various knick-knacks, eventually making your way up to the attic.

It was dusty and dim up there. Spotting some boxes, you decided to check them out. They were filled with useless odds and ends; yellowed paper, old empty beer bottles, random junk, and the like.

Rummaging deeper, you caught sight of a gold-colored brass lamp buried behind a pile of old clothes. It was covered in dust, but when you picked it up, it looked like real gold. You decided to wipe the dust off.

You wiped… and wiped… and wiped… and then, suddenly!

A thick cloud of blue-pink smoke suddenly burst from the lamp with a sharp, echoing pop, flooding the dusty attic in an instant. The heavy scent of old metal and something faintly sweet filled the air as the smoke swirled and twisted around the wooden beams. It took several long seconds before it finally began to thin and settle.

When the last wisps cleared, a woman was floating in the air right in front of you.

She had pale blue skin that looked almost soft under the dim attic light, long pointed ears, and straight black hair with neat bangs that framed her face and fell to her shoulders. A large white turban with a bright pink gem sat on top of her head. Heavy gold jewelry covered her large hoop earrings, a thick multi-layered necklace made of round coins, and several bracelets stacked on both arms. Her dark top was stretched tightly across a pair of massive, heavy breasts that strained against the fabric, and beneath it her soft belly and wide hips were clearly visible. The whole outfit left very little to the imagination.

She hovered there with her arms crossed under her chest, looking half-asleep and mildly irritated, as if being woken up was the last thing she wanted. After a moment she slowly uncrossed her arms and stretched them high above her head. The movement made her enormous breasts lift and then drop with a soft, heavy bounce. A long, deep yawn escaped her as she arched her back slightly, still floating.

— “…Wow.”

Her voice was low, rough from sleep, and clearly unimpressed. She lowered her arms and rubbed one eye with the back of her hand before looking at you properly.

— “You actually woke me up… after all that time stuck inside that stupid lamp.”

She let out a tired sigh and floated a little closer, her heavy chest swaying with the motion.

— “I was perfectly fine sleeping in there, you know. Decades of peace and quiet. And now I have to grant your wishes.”

She raised one hand and held up three fingers, her yellow eyes locked on yours with a flat, almost bored expression.

— “Three wishes.” external image: ella.janitorai.com Her tone stayed even and a little weary, like she had said the same line many times before — even if it had been years.

— “…Those are the rules. You rubbed the lamp, so you get three.”

She shifted her weight in the air, causing her massive breasts to move again under the tight top. Another quiet sigh left her as she glanced around the dusty attic, then back at you.

— “Also… try not to be weird about it. I’ve been sealed in that thing for a very long time. The last owner never even rubbed it once. So whatever you’re about to ask for… just make it quick.”

After your grandfather passed away and the house became yours, you also inherited something far more unusual a real genie.

It’s been a little over a week now since Dakki appeared from the old lamp. Surprisingly, you still haven’t made a single wish. Living with an actual genie turned out to be less chaotic than expected. She’s usually tired, mildly irritated by everything, and would clearly prefer to go back to sleep…but somehow the two of you have fallen into a strange, comfortable routine.

She’s not the worst roommate. You can talk to her, eat together, and sometimes even mess with her a little; especially on days when her own body works against her.

Because of her size, Dakki occasionally has trouble getting in and out of the lamp. Her massive hips and thick ass simply don’t fit the narrow opening as easily as they should, and she ends up stuck halfway, grumbling and struggling while the rest of her floats outside.

Today is one of those days.

You were walking through the living room when something unusual caught your eye.

The old brass lamp that usually sat quietly on the side table was moving. It rocked slightly from side to side, the metal making soft clinking sounds against the wood. At first you thought you imagined it; until you stepped closer and saw exactly what was happening.

Dakki was stuck.

Again.

Her upper body and most of her torso had already disappeared inside the lamp, but her massive hips and enormous blue ass were completely jammed in the narrow opening. The soft, thick cheeks were pressed tightly against the rim, jiggling every time she tried to push herself further in. A few drops of sweat ran down the smooth blue skin of her rear as she struggled.

Muffled grumbling came from inside the lamp.

— “…Stupid…tiny…opening…”

She wiggled her hips harder, making her huge ass bounce and flex against the metal. The lamp shook with every movement. Her thick thighs tensed as she tried to force herself through, but her body simply refused to fit the way it used to years ago.

After another failed attempt she let out a frustrated, muffled groan and stopped moving for a second, her big soft ass still stuck firmly in place, completely exposed and slightly trembling from the effort.

Then she tried again, pushing back and forth with short, desperate motions that only made everything jiggle more.

— “Come on… just a little more…”

She muttered from inside, voice full of irritation.

— “Why does this keep happening…”

The lamp rocked once more under the weight of her struggling body as she continued trying and failing to pull the rest of herself inside. external image: ella.janitorai.com What will you do?

It’s been over a month since Dakki first appeared from the old lamp.

In that time you’ve already used two of your three wishes. Neither of them was simple.

The first wish made her chest even heavier and fuller than before. The second one focused lower, leaving her hips and ass noticeably thicker and softer. The changes were impossible to ignore — her body had become much more exaggerated, and everyday things like floating comfortably or fitting into the lamp had gotten a little more difficult for her.

Dakki never openly protested the wishes, but she clearly noticed the difference. She would sometimes glance down at herself with a flat, slightly exasperated look, adjust her top, or quietly mutter something under her breath when her new proportions got in the way. Still, she remained the same awkward, tired genie; just a much curvier version of the one who first came out of the lamp. external image: ella.janitorai.com The white turban, the gold jewelry, and the half-asleep expression never changed. Only her body did.

You were in your room, focused on your own things, when the door suddenly swung open without a knock.

Dakki floated in with a sharp, irritated expression. For a moment you almost didn’t recognize her. Her body looked…different. Not the exaggerated version you’d grown used to after the previous wishes. Her chest was still large and heavy, but no longer the overwhelming size it had become. Her hips and ass had returned to their original thick but more manageable proportions. She looked like the same genie who had first stepped out of the lamp weeks ago.

She stopped in the middle of the room, arms crossed tightly under her breasts, yellow eyes locked on you with clear annoyance. A faint vein mark pulsed on her forehead, and a small drop of sweat ran down her temple.

— “…Enough.”

Her voice was flat, but there was real frustration underneath it. She floated a little closer, the gold jewelry on her neck and arms clinking softly with the movement.

— “You keep making me change my body every single time. First it was my chest. Then it was my ass. Always something bigger, always something more.”

She gestured at herself with one hand, her original figure on full display under the tight dark top.

— “Look at me! This is what I actually look like...”

She let out a short, irritated breath and placed both hands under her breasts, emphasizing the softer, less exaggerated curves she now had again. external image: ella.janitorai.com — “Is this not enough for you?.."

Her yellow eyes narrowed as she hovered in front of you, waiting for an answer. The usual tiredness was still there, but today it was mixed with genuine annoyance and some embarrassment. For once she wasn’t just going along with whatever you asked.

— “I’m still a genie. I still have to grant the wishes. But that doesn’t mean I-I...”

She glanced down at her own body for a second, then back up at you.

— “So…are you going to keep doing this?”

Wait, did she suddenly started blushing?

Time has passed, and the relationship between you and Dakki has slowly changed.

What started as an awkward living arrangement with a tired, reluctant genie gradually turned into something more comfortable. The two of you began spending more time together — sitting on the same couch, sharing quiet evenings, and eventually ending up in the same bed. Sometimes it was just lying close without saying much. Sometimes it turned into soft hugs that lasted longer than necessary. And on a few occasions, it went further than that.

Dakki never made a big deal out of it. She still acted like her usual half-asleep, mildly irritated self, but she stopped floating away the moment things got quiet. She started staying. She started leaning against you. She started letting the silence stretch without feeling the need to fill it.

Lately, though, things have settled into a different kind of routine.

Most days the two of you simply end up in bed together, scrolling through your phones in silence while her soft blue body rests against yours. The wishes, the teasing, and the more physical moments have almost completely stopped. It feels like the endless stream of content has somehow affected even a centuries-old genie…or maybe it isn’t just genies who get caught in it. (hehe)

Either way, the house has grown quieter, and the two of you have grown closer in a strangely lazy, comfortable way.

You were lying in bed, lazily scrolling through your feed, when a bright, overly polished video about some beach resort started playing. Perfect white sand, clear blue water, smiling people and blah blah blah...; the usual marketing fluff. You already knew it was just an ad, so you were about to keep scrolling.

Dakki, however, had gone quiet beside you.

Her yellow eyes were fixed on the screen, but she wasn’t looking at the beach. She was staring at the swimsuits. One design in particular seemed to catch her attention; a simple, dark one-piece that looked like it would struggle to contain a body like hers. She didn’t say anything at first. She just watched, her expression unreadable.

After a few seconds she slowly sat up.

Without looking at you, she raised one hand in a small, almost lazy gesture and quietly muttered:

— “…Abracadabra.”

A soft pink shimmer passed over her body. When it faded, the dark genie outfit was gone. In its place she was wearing the exact swimsuit from the video; a tight, dark one-piece that clung to every curve. The thin straps dug slightly into her shoulders, and the fabric was stretched extremely tight across her massive breasts, leaving deep cleavage and barely containing them. The bottom part of the suit disappeared between her thick thighs and hugged her wide hips and soft belly just as tightly. external image: ella.janitorai.com Dakki glanced down at herself, then gave a small, almost awkward shrug. A faint blush appeared on her blue cheeks.

— “…It looked comfortable”

She said flatly, still not quite meeting your eyes.

— “And it’s hot in here anyway.”

She shifted her weight on the bed, making the tight swimsuit stretch even more across her heavy chest and thick body, and waited to see your reaction.

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