Rub Me The Right Way

"Je souhaite un grand pouvoir et une longue vie."

--The X-Files, "Je Souhaite"

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Content warning: Extremely dubious consent.

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Another day, another dollar, the saying went.

Which, considering that his city's minimum wage was well over a dollar, wasn't especially true for Doug Smith, but his cashier's job at the local supermarket paid so little and had him dealing with enough irate customers that it might as well have been. He certainly felt underpaid for the stress he was under.

It was wet out, even though that hadn't been in the forecast. To make matters worse, it was reasonably warm, so he was stuck trudging home in short sleeves without an umbrella. At least it wasn't actually raining, but the trees were still shaking water off their leaves and he had to splash through a few puddles.

He lived near enough to the supermarket, but he couldn't afford a car and gas, and there wasn't a bus that would get him much closer than he already was. Besides, even if there were, he couldn't afford a pass. On his wages he struggled to afford rent and a decent meal every day.

He entered a park about halfway home. There weren't any particularly good paths through it, and going around it would take a lot longer than he wanted to be out in the damp, so he went through it despite the ground being a bit soft and muddy.

"Fuck!" he swore, as his foot sank deeper into the ground than he expected, soiling the bottom of his pants. At least he could take a day off tomorrow, so he could go to the dry cleaners, but that still represented a pretty substantial expense which he could barely afford. Of course, given that the alternative was being fired if he showed up in dirty clothes, he'd find a way to make do.

He was mostly out of the park, and just a few blocks from home, when in the corner of his eye he caught a dull gleam. Turning around, he saw, half-buried in the ground just off the beaten path that still turned to mud in the rain, an old oil lamp. He was sure it hadn't been there when he'd actually walked by. He'd been watching the ground to make sure his feet didn't step anywhere that looked unsafe.

He picked it up. It felt heavy, as if it were actually the gold it appeared to be, and it had a butterfly emblem on each side. Still, he was no expert, but he knew gold was heavy, and this seemed even heavier than it should be were it solid gold, which he didn't think it was. At least, he thought he could see something when he peered down the spout, and the lid felt like it would come off if he jiggled with it some more.

Still, though, there were a few discoloured spots, not to mention the mud sticking to it, so he decided to get home and look up how to clean it off.

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"Your wish is breathtaking in its unoriginality."

--The X-Files, "Je Souhaite"

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Doug tossed away the toothbrush he'd used to clean the lamp. Another thing he'd have to replace--he'd gotten one when the market had them on sale and he knew he'd need to use a new one soon--but if this thing really were gold, he could probably sell it for a hefty sum.

Taking a paper towel, he took it out of the lukewarm water in his sink and began gently drying it off. He was so engrossed in being careful that he almost didn't notice the cloud of dark purple smoke billowing from the tip until it had mostly resolved into the form of a woman.

The woman was about his height, maybe a little shorter. He wasn't especially tall, though, slightly below average, so that wasn't saying much.

Her clothes--if they could be called that--were the same dark purple as the smoke he'd almost missed, with black trim. They weren't exactly what he'd call clothes, though, given that all she wore was a chiffon robe stretching, somehow, around her utterly titanic chest, jutting out from her torso, her cleavage longer than she was tall, barely covering her nipples and held together only by a single butterfly clasp.

He looked her up and down some more. She had black hair flowing to her mid-back, and what seemed to be a pretty large butt. Her face was beautiful, displaying the innocence of someone new to the world, and she had butterfly earrings. The only thing he didn't especially care for, that he could see, were those huge boobs. He liked a large pair of tits on a woman, to be sure, but the ones she had were far too outlandish for him. He also liked to be able to see his partners' stomach and crotch when they were naked, or just about, and he couldn't see either around her protruding rack.

Even as he thought that, though, the mammoth boobs got smaller, somehow shrinking before his eyes until they came to rest at a size noticeably larger than the woman's head, but that let him see that she had just a hint of defined abdominal muscles and a smooth pussy, which her robe, apparently also having gotten smaller, did nothing to cover. He liked this size a lot better: small enough that he could see her body, but large enough that she couldn't see her feet.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm a genie!" the woman chirped in a high-pitched musical soprano. "I'm your genie, Master!"

"My genie?" he repeated. "And what's your name?"

"I'm your genie! I'm Jennie the genie, Master!"

"Jenny the genie?"

"No, I'm Jennie! Jennie the genie!" The apparent genie pouted cutely, and Doug had no idea how he knew that he'd better spell her name with an "ie" instead of a "y" even though he hadn't seen it written down.

"So what does that mean?"

"It means you get wishes, Master!"

"What sort of wishes? Three, and I can't do stuff like wish for love or death or resurrection or world peace or anything like that?" Doug asked, what little he knew about genies largely coming from cautionary children's stories.

"Pfft, please, Master. What sort of genie would I be if I could only grant you three wishes, or if I were bound by those sorts of silly limitations? You get as many wishes as you want and you can wish for whatever you want!"

"This is a trick, right? I'm going to wish for something, and you'll twist it and interpret it in a way that I'll hate even though it fits with what I wished for."

"Oh, how untrusting, Master!" Jennie said, pouting again. "I'll grant your wishes exactly how you intend them, of course. How can you be happy if I'm making you miserable while claiming to do what you want?"

"You want me to be happy?" Doug said.

"Of course I want you to be happy, Master! A genie is happiest when her Master is happy!"

"All right, Jennie. But why are you calling me Master? Just call me Doug. It sounds weird having you call me Master, like you're my slave or something."

"But I am your slave, Master!" Jennie said, sounding inordinately pleased to describe herself as someone in debased servitude. "It's part of being a genie. We're given infinite power and eternal life, but in exchange we're made to serve Masters as they find our lamps and be happy to do it!"

"But if you know you're being forced to be happy, aren't you unhappy about that?"

"What good would that be? No, I'm happy that I'm serving you, Master, and I'm happy to be made to be happy to serve you! After all, why wouldn't I be happy to be at the side of the man who's got the power to reshape the world, be the one person he'll need with him no matter what?"

That put a thought in Doug's mind. "Can I make a wish, Jennie?"

"You don't need to ask permission to make a wish, Master! Nothing could make me happier than to twist reality to suit your every whim whenever you feel like it!"

Doug nodded slowly. "I wish that nobody could steal your lamp from me."

"Silly Master," Jennie said, "you don't need to wish for that! What good would having a genie be if anyone could just walk in and take my lamp? No, if anyone tries it, well, I wouldn't want to be them at that point."

Doug frowned, but decided not to press on what would happen. "All right, so I take it I haven't made my first wish, then."

"You don't need to count your wishes, Master! I told you, you don't just get three or five or whatever your fairy tales say about genies. You get as many as you want whenever you want about whatever you want!"

Another thought occurred to Doug. "You implied there's other genies. Well, what if I make a wish that conflicts with a wish one of them granted?"

"You don't need to worry about that, Master," Jennie said, waving a hand lazily. "None of those other genies are anywhere near here. They won't interfere with us and nothing you wish for would interfere with them."

Doug again didn't feel like pressing the point. "All right, then." He really felt like he should ask permission before wishing, but given that doing so had apparently made Jennie mildly upset, he decided just to do it. "I wish my clothes were clean." He held up his leg to emphasize the stains at the bottom of his pants.

Jennie made a rapid but complicated series of gestures in the air with her fingers, and moments later what looked like an ethereal butterfly flew from her brooch straight at him. It hit him, and he felt a brief moment of warmth surround his body before suddenly feeling his body exposed to the chill air of his unwarmed apartment.

He realized suddenly that his penis was half-erect and moved his hands to cover it, but he soon realized that Jennie's eyes had already alighted on his crotch.

Her eyes. Despite the innocence in her face, those eyes betrayed a deep maturity that told him that she had already seen and done more than he ever would.

"I see something is excited to see me, Master!"

Doug swallowed and flushed slightly. He couldn't deny what he wanted to wish for in that moment. After all, Jennie's lips were invitingly plump, and the way her tongue licked around them as she stared both made him want to make the wish even more and told him that she probably wanted him to make it.

Still, though, could he? Wishing for clean clothes was a trifling thing--it's not like the dry cleaner would go under because they lost a bit of business they'd never even realize could have been theirs. If he just wished for money, he wouldn't mean to do anything like crash the financial system, so Jennie would probably set it up in a way that would make sure that wouldn't happen. But this was another matter entirely, wishing to perform an intimate act ordinarily shared between two people who loved and trusted each other, with a woman he'd only just met who was apparently magically bound to do whatever he wanted, and forced to be happy about it, even if deep down she might hate it. He'd never know. She couldn't be anything but happy with him.

But that body of hers looked like it was built for nothing but sex. It oozed attractive, raw appeal. It was like it was designed to arouse, to make people want to wish to take her carnally. And as far as he would ever actually know, she'd be happy...

"I wish..." He paused.

"Yes, Master?" Jennie looked eager. He wondered what she felt when she granted a wish.

"I wish, well..." He paused again.

"What is it, Master?" Jennie asked. "What do you wish for?"

"I wish you'd, um, I wish you'd, well, um..."

Jennie looked up at him, those deep eyes pleading with him to finish the sentence, make her release her magic, use it for his benefit. In more ways than one.

"I wish you'd give me a blowjob, Jennie."

"Why Master," Jennie said, her voice as innocent as her face, "I thought you'd never ask."

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It hadn't taken any more wishes for Doug to get Jennie into his bed--even though it wasn't large enough to be comfortable for two--and fuck her silly. She seemed extremely excited to be used for sex like that, even though Doug was sure she must've had other partners, and ones better than him, given how she responded.

Still, it was much better than anything he'd ever had with his ex, even if it left him feeling a bit inadequate.

"Maybe I should've, well," he trailed off again.

"Maybe what, Master?" Jennie said, her robe strewn on the floor, her breasts jutting straight up into the air as she rested her head on his chest, her head to one side, looking at his face with what certainly seemed like sincere love and devotion.

"I imagine you've had other lovers who were more, uh, well, they were larger down there." Just like his height, Doug's erect penis was barely shorter than average.

"I've had plenty of Masters," Jennie agreed. "A lot of them did wish for a bigger dick. But I don't like cocks that huge. They hurt going into my pussy or my ass and I choke and gag on them when I give head. Yours is just the right size for me, Master."

"You can feel pain and choke?" Doug said.

"Of course I can!" Jennie said, as if she were surprised he needed to ask. "All genies start out as human, and only become genies later on through various means. That doesn't mean we're not still human in certain ways, just that we can grant wishes and get to live forever." Jennie smiled, a bit lewdly. "Besides, pain can be very... pleasurable, in the right circumstances, Master."

Doug looked over at his bedside alarm clock. It wasn't that late, but he was drained from fucking the seemingly-tireless genie every which way. It was more sex he'd ever expected to have at one time in his life--maybe more sex than he'd had in his entire three-year marriage to his ex--and certainly not what he'd expected for his first time with someone he'd just met.

Still, Jennie was happy about it.

"Jennie, I wish I felt like I'd had an excellent meal before we fucked."

Jennie's brooch had turned into a ring with a butterfly-shaped jewel inset, and the magic exploded from it to hit Doug's stomach, instantly leaving him feeling full, but still tired.

"All the nutrients you need for the day, Master."

Doug nodded. He'd only known Jennie for a few hours, but already he was wondering how he'd ever gotten by without her. "And Jennie, I wish I would go to sleep now and wake up at 6:30 AM sharp." He started to think that that would give him enough time to shower and walk leisurely to work, but he was unconscious before he could finish.

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Doug awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs frying on his small stove.

He rubbed his eyes, looking over, and saw Jennie's hair cascading down her back, apron strings tied onto that butterfly brooch just above her firm, round, protruding ass, and apparently not wearing anything else at all.

"Good morning, Master!" she said brightly as he heard the mattress springs creak ever so slightly as he got up.

"Good morning," he said automatically. "What are you making, Jennie?"

"Bacon and eggs, of course, Master!" she said. "Isn't this your favourite breakfast?"

"Well, yes, but I haven't been able to afford bacon since I moved here." When he was still with his ex, one of them would occasionally make it for breakfast, but on his take-home pay he couldn't fit it into his budget. "Did you just wish it up?"

"I grant the wishes you ask me to grant, Master," Jennie said. "But as a genie, I don't need to sleep. And part of being a genie is that I know what my Master wants. So I went to the 24-hour corner store and bought you the best bacon they had."

"Dressed like that? Or in that robe?" Doug looked around for the robe and couldn't find it anywhere.

"No, dressed like this," Jennie said as she turned the stove off. She turned around to reveal that she was dressed in an erotic parody of a school uniform. A single button with a butterfly embossed on it held in her enormous breasts. "I have a full wardrobe in my lamp. That's why it felt so heavy, Master--between me and all my things, it weighs quite a bit. The enchantments on it only reduce the weight so far."

"You have all that in there?" Doug asked, skeptically.

"I live quite comfortably between Masters," Jennie said. "Still, it is far less pleasant than the joy I derive from granting a Master's wishes and making my Master happy!"

"How did you buy that bacon, anyway? I don't have cash lying around and you don't know my PIN."

"I bought it myself, of course, Master."

"You have money?"

"Of course I have money, Master. I can only do very small things for myself with magic, and that usually only involving things I already have. But my last Master was very kind. He died about two centuries ago, but he had used his wishes to make himself very wealthy in order to provide for his family. He set up an account for me at a trusted bank and directed that fifty dollars from his fortune be deposited in it every month in perpetuity and invested at the best possible rate of interest. Inflation has taken its toll, of course, but as of now I have a personal net worth well in excess of forty million dollars, and have kept up with societal advances. Buying a pack of bacon to make my Master's favourite breakfast is a trifling expense for me." She pulled out a small purse from a pocket of her uniform and showed Doug that she had proper identification, as well as a bank card and a credit card.

The mention of breakfast reminded Doug that he hadn't yet used the bathroom, so he quickly did so, rinsing his mouth, then sat down to the lion's share of Jennie's cooking.

"I don't need to eat, Master," Jennie explained when he looked questioningly at her much smaller portion. "It is still pleasant to consume a well-made meal, but it is much more pleasant to see my Master enjoying it."

Doug couldn't deny that it was the best bacon and eggs he'd ever had, but after finishing up his morning routine he wasn't left with much time to get to work. He hoped the ground had dried out overnight.

"Master," Jennie asked as Doug put on his shoes, "are you just going to leave me alone all day?"

"Well, where else are you supposed to go? You said you can't do much unless I wish for it, and I can't have you sitting around at the supermarket, so what else is there to do?"

Jennie's face was thoughtful for a moment. "You could make a wish, Master," she suggested.

"What sort of wish?"

"The sort of wish that would make it so that I could be with you all day, of course, Master!"

"I'm at work all day, Jennie."

"Exactly, Master!"

"I don't see how that helps."

"You're right that I can't just sit around at the supermarket all day. But if you wish for me to be there, I'd have to be, Master!"

"But I don't even know what you'd do there," Doug said. "And you said you grant my wishes as I intend them."

"If you don't know what you intend by a wish, Master, I grant the wish in the way that will make you happiest, of course!"

"All right." Doug took a deep breath. "I wish that you could be with me at work all day, Jennie."

This time the ethereal butterfly encompassed the genie, instead, and when the glow faded Jennie was dressed in the uniform all the staff at the market wore. Of course, on her, just as with her other clothes, it looked like she had just stepped out of a pornographic parody of the workplace.

"Are you pretending to work there now, Jennie?" Doug asked.

"I'm not pretending, Master!" Jennie retorted. "I do work there! See?" She produced what looked to all the world like proper identification. "I'm your bagger!"

"We don't have baggers at my store."

"You do now! At least, you get to have one, Master. Your manager has been so impressed with your performance that he made a special exception to the policy to hire me." Jennie seemed very pleased with herself.

"My manager never has anything but criticism for my performance."

Jennie waved a hand. "That's just because he wants you to get better. His reports to corporate make it clear that you're his best cashier. So it won't look too odd for him to hire a bagger for you. I've already taken care of all the little details, of course, and I start today, Master!"

Doug pulled out his phone to check the time after he'd tied his shoes. "Shit," he said. There was no way in hell he was going to make it in on time for his shift, and if the ground wasn't dry going through the park he was screwed.

"What's wrong, Master?" Jennie asked, concerned.

"No way in hell we can make it on time," Doug said.

"Silly Master, we can be anywhere on time, if that's what you wish."

"People will notice if we suddenly just appear out of thin air."

"Master, people don't notice genie magic unless they're the genie's Master or the Master specifically wants them to notice. Or if they're another genie's Master, but as I said, you don't need to worry about them."

"So I could wish for us to appear in the stock room right now and nobody would look askance?" Doug knew that room always had people going in and out all day.

"They'd notice we just appeared, Master, but they wouldn't think anything of it."

"What about the security cameras? Door lock logs?"

"Nobody would think anything of the omission. Genie magic is quite impenetrable by and impervious to mortal detection."

"What if I wished for a really annoying customer to die on the spot?" Doug had privately thought that about a few customers, but until now he'd never had the means of acting on it.

"Then they'd die, of course, Master. But nobody would know that they'd died because you wished it, or because I killed them. It would just be a spontaneous tragedy. Neither you nor I would ever--could ever--be held accountable for it."

"And what about if I want to make a wish while I'm ringing a customer through? Some of them would get pretty annoyed if I talked to my bagger."

"As long as it's a wish, Master, nobody will mind. Nothing anyone else can do can stop you from making a wish, or even get irritated with you if you do."

"All right. Jennie, I wish we were in the stock room and had already clocked in for the day."

The luminous butterfly enfolded both of them in its wings and the apartment faded from view.

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The first few customers of the day went by pretty easily. Nothing in their purchases was especially complicated, none of the items rang up wrong, and the payments went smoothly. Doug did catch one or two of them surreptitiously ogling Jennie, but Jennie certainly didn't seem to mind, even looking like she was preening just a bit under the attention, jutting her chest out a bit farther, straining the buttons just a bit more.

The next customer after those, though, was an elderly man, clearly someone living on a fixed income and barely getting by. Doug rang up his purchases while Jennie bagged them and the man slowly pulled out his wallet and dug for change after taking out every bill he had.

It was pretty clear to Doug that the man didn't have enough.

"Jennie?" he whispered.

"Yes, Master?" Doug winced as Jennie spoke in her normal voice, but nobody noticed, not even the fact that she called him "Master" in public. He should probably say something about that to her about that when they went on break.

"Can you make it so that man can afford his groceries? I hate to see customers have to put stuff back."

"Is that a wish, Master?" Jennie said, sounding a bit excited at getting to grant her first wish on the job.

Doug sighed. He'd hoped that Jennie could just take some of her own extensive funds and make it appear in the customer's wallet, but apparently she felt this needed his own say-so. "Yes, Jennie, it's a wish. I wish this customer could afford his groceries today."

A tiny butterfly impacted the man's wallet, and his eyes went from despondent to surprised as he found a twenty-dollar bill he apparently assumed he must've forgotten about. He held out the cash to Doug, and Doug counted out the necessary amount for the customer, rang up the transaction, and handed back the receipt and change. Jennie helped the man load his bags into his walker, not caring that his ogling was noticeably more blatant than what she'd received earlier, and then the two had just a bit of downtime with nobody in line.

"Why did you give him a twenty?" Doug asked quietly. "He only needed a few more dollars."

"You wished he could afford his groceries today, Master," Jennie said, just as quietly. Doug supposed that now that she was no longer poised to grant a wish, whatever magic kept them from being overheard didn't apply. "When he gets home he will discover that he forgot a few things. He likes this supermarket because of the rewards program, but he will almost certainly go to one closer to his home to get those other items. I made sure he would have the money necessary for that."

"And where did you take the money from?"

"My own funds, of course. It creates minimal disruption, and seeing my Master happy at seeing one of his customers happy is worth far more to me than a measly twenty dollars could ever be."

Doug wouldn't call twenty dollars "measly", but he supposed that Jennie had a different perspective, given that she was a bona fide millionaire.

"Then why didn't you just do that without me needing to wish for it?"

"Because, Master, I don't carry cash on me, so I would have had to go to an ATM and withdraw the funds, and probably pay whatever fees the banks charge me for not using one of my own bank's machines. And even if I did carry cash on me, I'm not the best at stealthily slipping money into someone's wallet when they're actively looking there. I probably would have been accused of being a pickpocket."

"So I had to wish for it."

"When you make a wish, Master, I can reorder reality itself to make your wish come true. No need to go to the ATM, no need to pay extra fees, no need to try to slip the money into his wallet without anyone noticing. It just appears there and he thinks it was there all along and he just missed it."

Doug nodded, but there was a new customer in line, so he turned his attention away from Jennie and started ringing up the items.

This customer was a reasonably attractive woman. Not as attractive as Jennie, of course--he doubted anyone could be, really--but still someone he'd at least think about hitting on if he saw her in a bar after hours. He probably wouldn't be able to screw up the courage to do it, but he'd think about it, anyway.

Unfortunately, she was a demanding customer, who seemed to take offence that someone prettier than her was sitting next to Doug, and demanded multiple price checks even as the line behind her grew. Jennie ran back and forth between the shelves and the register, confirming that everything had, in fact, rung up correctly, and the customer grumbled as she tapped her credit card to pay for her purchases, almost taking the handles off her bags as she practically tore them from Jennie's hands and did her best to look like she wasn't storming off in a huff.

Doug turned to Jennie with the full intent in his mind of making a wish, and from the corner of his eye he saw the next customer waiting patiently. "Jennie?" He spoke quietly nonetheless.

"Yes, Master?" she said, again in a normal voice, somehow knowing he intended to make a wish.

"I wish I had an app on my phone that records the personal characteristics and contact information for any woman I see whom I find attractive, starting from this morning."

Doug's phone felt briefly warm in his pocket. "Granted, Master." Jennie's smirk was mischievous.

The rest of the time before they went on break went by much the same as the first half-hour or so had. There were no more old pensioners unable to afford their groceries, at least, but there were plenty of customers taking good long looks at Jennie and hiding it badly, and what Doug hoped would be a decent number of entries on his new app.

When the line was finally empty, Doug closed and locked his till and went on break with Jennie. Stepping outside for some fresh air, he pulled out his phone to check both that the app really existed and that it was doing what he intended.

To his disappointment, the first entry was the annoying customer who'd inspired the wish in the first place.

"Why aren't you in here, Jennie?" he asked.

"Because I'm a genie, Master."

"What does that have to do with it? You're a woman, aren't you?"

"I was a human woman before I became a genie," she said, "but a genie takes the form their Master will find most attractive. It takes a few moments to adjust--that's why my breasts shrank down after you let me out of my lamp--but I have had many Masters who have preferred I take other forms. So I am not really female, or anything of that sort."

Doug shrugged. It wasn't like Jennie was going anywhere, anyway.

He was a bit disturbed by just how much information he suddenly had about all those women--home phone numbers, work numbers, cell numbers, email addresses, everything, not to mention names, birthdays, height and weight, measurements, favourite foods and colours and everything else--but it was what he had wished for, he couldn't deny that.

"Jennie, I wish that if I contact any of the women recorded in this app, they'll respond normally as if I were a distant acquaintance and not just block me, and that they would take any suggestions I might make for dating or meeting up or anything like that seriously and not dismiss it out of hand. And when we do go on a date, I wish they'd treat me well and not get annoyed or leave because I say something indelicate."

"Thinking about other women, Master?" Jennie said, pouting again even as she granted the wish.

"Jealous, Jennie?"

"If what will make you happiest is having a huge harem of attractive women, Master, then I want you to have a huge harem of attractive women." Jennie smiled.

"Also, about that Master thing," Doug said, checking his phone's clock to confirm that they still had a few minutes.

"What about it, Master?"

"Well, it's one thing in private, but in public, especially if people could hear us, it just sounds weird."

"Only you hear me call you Master, Master," Jennie assured him. "Unless you want someone else to hear it. But ordinarily if someone overhears us they will see and hear me calling you by your real name, Master."

"You mean Doug," he said.

"A genie is forbidden from using her Master's true name to her Master's face," Jennie said in response to his clarification. She held up a finger as Doug opened his mouth. "I know I said that you can wish for anything, but that was not quite true. There are a few things about the nature of genies that even our wishing magic cannot alter, and this is one."

Doug nodded and went back to work.

--

Doug and Jennie made it through the rest of the day without Doug feeling the need to make another wish, at least not on the clock. Jennie had given him a blowjob at lunch in the employee bathroom which he'd temporarily wished to be soundproofed, but he hadn't had to wish for the sex itself. Jennie seemed more than happy to perform any such act with him whenever he wanted.

Doug was browsing through his social media feeds when he stopped on a post by his ex-wife Deborah. Their breakup and divorce had not been under the best of circumstances, but they were still on speaking terms, if only for brief periods, and there were still some matters that weren't quite settled between them. His phone buzzed and a notification popped up that a new entry had been added to his magical app.

He swiped over to it and found the newest entry; as he suspected, it was for his ex.

"Hey, Jennie?" he said. The genie was happily preparing dinner; she seemed to enjoy doing domestic chores dressed in nothing but that apron.

"Yes, Master?" she replied.

"Why is my ex in here? I only looked at a post of hers."

"Well, you saw her image on the post, right, Master? So you saw her, so the app added her. Clearly you still find her attractive." Her voice had a playful tone.

"She's hot, yeah," Doug agreed.

"Well there you go, Master."

Doug went back to the post and actually read it, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he got angry reading it. She was showing off an extension she'd had added to their house. Well, her house. She came from money, he didn't, and her family had insisted on a prenup before buying the house as a wedding present. So he'd gotten almost nothing in the divorce, and what little money he'd had went toward renting a truck to haul his possessions across the country.

He was still angry about it for more reasons than just that, though. He'd had a decent job back there, certainly one that paid better and that he enjoyed more, but he had to get away from there. So now he was stuck in a dead-end job at a supermarket with no prospects, no real hope, just barely getting by day to day.

Except, of course, that he had what he was now convinced was an honest-to-goodness genie who would gladly make his every desire into a reality.

"Jennie, if I message Deb with this, she'll have to respond, right?"

"Yes, Master." Jennie didn't look away from the burgers she was flipping; Doug assumed she'd bought the beef and buns when she'd peeled off on their way home to go to a store just outside the park. Somehow she'd still gotten to his apartment less than half a minute after him.

"And what if I get, y'know, flirty, or something? Like when we were dating."

"She might be annoyed by it, Master, but she won't cut off communication. Even if you ask her to send nudes. She probably won't send you nudes, though."

"What if I ask her to meet me out here?"

"She won't automatically say no, Master," Jennie explained, "but if it doesn't fit with her schedule or something she'll decline.

"What if I wished for her to be able to meet me out here?"

"Wanting her to pay the costs and take the time of the plane flight? Clever Master." Even from behind Doug could see Jennie's cheeks quirk in a smile. "Yes, if you wished for her to have the time free to come out here and meet you, even if it's just for coffee, and then go back, her schedule would be rearranged to give her the time off to do it. Or she'd find herself going to a conference here. Whatever's easiest."

"And what if I wanted things to be like old times between us?" Doug asked. He almost couldn't believe he had. He'd only had Jennie for a single day, and already the power had gone to his head enough that he could consider twisting the life of someone who'd left him--and, to some extent, he'd left her--because they simply didn't get along that well. But here he was, considering forcing Deb back into a relationship with him, trying to get his old life back, even though neither of them were really all that happy together, even though he still cared about her on some level and did want her to be happy...

"Then she'd ask to rescind the divorce and you two would be married again, Master," Jennie said. "I could even make her love you. I could make that annoying prenup go away. If you want her back, all you have to do is wish and you can have her back."

Doug thought for a moment, but just sent a message. "hey deb, hope youre enjoying the house"

Deborah replied about a minute later. "its great, new addition is amazing"

"wish i could see it in person" Doug sent his reply.

"hmm if you fly out here maybe ill give you one last tour for old times sake" The reply came from Deborah only after a few minutes.

"ill think about it" Doug sent one last reply, knowing he couldn't afford to go himself, knowing Deb knew that, so he didn't expect a reply.

Jennie served dinner at that point, which for him was a burger with two patties and ample cheese, stacked with lettuce, sliced tomato and onion, and even pickles he wasn't sure if she'd had time to make. For her it was a much smaller portion, just a single patty and nowhere near as many toppings. Just as she served those, though, the oven timer went off, and she pulled out a sheet full of thick-cut fries, serving them straight onto their plates.

Doug wasn't sure where she had carried all of that stuff--he couldn't remember seeing any bags when she got to his apartment--but he shrugged it off. Some sort of minor genie magic, probably because she thought she was doing something nice for him.

Which she was. The burger was juicy, and when he saw it was still pink inside, instead of panicking, he swallowed the bite and turned to Jennie. "Undercooked ground beef?"

"I know you prefer your burgers rare, Master."

"Well, that's true," he said, "but even so, I wish I were immune to all diseases." The butterfly enveloped him again.

"You could eat a rotting chicken carcass raw and not feel a thing afterwards," she said. "Course, that doesn't do anything about the taste, unless you make a wish about that, Master."

"I think I'll pass on trying that," Doug said.

Doug started to move to pick up the dishes--the pan and baking sheet were already cleaned, Jennie having done that before she sat down to eat--but Jennie just waved him off. "Master, you don't ever have to worry about something as trivial as that again. Cleaning up your messes is what I'm here for!" There wasn't that much to clean anyway, but nonetheless Doug took the opportunity to flop down on the loveseat across from his TV and turn it on to whatever sports game was being played that evening. He didn't really care what the sport was; he just liked watching it.

Jennie sat down next to him, back in her sheer robes. "Sports fan, Master?"

"Fan, yes. Tried playing when I was younger, was never any good."

"Do you want to be, Master?"

"Good at sports?" Doug thought for a moment. "Nah. That would mean stuff like working out, going to practice, traveling to games, all of that."

"You know that I can just get around all of that for you, right, Master? I could even make it so that your team never loses. Imagine how much you'd get paid if every team you ever play for has a perfect season."

"Seems like that would take some of the fun out of it," Doug said.

Jennie shrugged.

"And anyway, I wouldn't want to circumvent all of it. Even if I never had to work out or go to practice and nobody would question why I wasn't doing that stuff, if I played a team sport I'd still have to get to know my teammates and build camaraderie and all of that."

"Master, if you just wished for it, everyone would think you'd been there and you'd have every bit as strong a connection to them as if you actually had."

"I guess," Doug paused a moment to think, "it just wouldn't feel the same as doing it myself."

Jennie shrugged again, then sank down to rest her head in his lap. "I can think of something that would be better than you doing it yourself, Master."

Doug could feel his erection attempting to push its way through his pants and into Jennie's cheek. "If you're willing, Jennie."

"Master, I'm always willing. My main duty is for you to be happy, and how can I possibly do that if I'm not always available to help you relieve yourself?"

"Even when you're making dinner?"

"Especially when I'm making dinner, Master."

--

Doug woke up the next morning to find Jennie sucking his cock and himself blasting a load into her mouth.

She looked up, slowly popping her head off his softening dick, to reveal that her face was splattered with cum.

"Jennie, what have you been doing?" he asked.

"Dealing with your nocturnal erections, of course, Master!"

"What?"

"Never let a good hard cock go to waste! Especially not my Master’s cock!" She got out from under the covers, completely naked, but by the time her feet touched the floor next to the bed, her face was clean and she was dressed in her scanty apron.

"So what do you want for breakfast, Master? Bacon and eggs again?" She thought for a moment. "Though I'd have to run out to get some." She shrugged, and her outfit changed into her school uniform.

"How about just toast and butter? And squeeze an orange," Doug requested.

Jennie nodded. "Coming right up, Master!" Her clothes changed back to the apron.

The one thing he liked about the supermarket job was that the scheduling had some flexibility. He could've taken the previous day off, but what with finding Jennie he'd completely forgotten that he could've just stayed in all day with her. He was glad he hadn't, since he wouldn't have thought to have made his wish for his magical app, and now he had the day off.

"Jennie, if I asked you to, would you buy me stuff?"

"What sort of stuff, Master?"

"Just stuff for this place. Bigger TV, as large a bed as can fit. Things like that."

"Of course, Master! I'll buy what you want for this place. No need to wish for anything like that."

"What do you mean, for this place?"

"Well, if you wanted a luxury mansion or anything like that, you'd have to wish for it. That would be too much of a bite out of my own finances for me to do that myself, even if it would make you happy, Master. Besides, for big things, even if I could do them myself, I much prefer to grant wishes for them."

"Don't think I really want a mansion. Wouldn't know what to do with the place," Doug said.

"Not even to upstage Deb, Master?" Jennie teased.

The thought was tempting, Doug admitted, but he shook his head.

"So where do you want to go shopping, Master?" Jennie asked, her clothes changing yet again to her school uniform.

Doug thought. "How about the mall on the outskirts of town?" he suggested. "I wouldn't know where I'm going anywhere else, unless we go across the country."

"Do you want to go across the country, Master?"

"Not really." As Jennie raised her hands to perform her gestures, Doug added, "But I do wish that anything we buy today would be teleported back here, and set up if necessary, with whatever it's replacing being donated to a suitable charity."

Jennie nodded. Her finger-gestures were only a little more complex than what he'd seen yesterday, and Doug just trusted that she'd done what he wanted as his surroundings changed from single-room apartment to mall entrance.

--

Jennie looked around wide-eyed at the stores on either side as Doug walked through the mall with his genie on his arm.

"I thought you said you were keeping up with society while you were in your lamp," he murmured.

"I was, Master," Jennie said. "But knowing it's happening from afar is one thing; seeing it for myself is quite another." She squeezed his upper arm. "I'm so glad you let me out, Master."

"I'm glad I let you out, Jennie," Doug replied.

The first order of business, for Doug, was a relatively mundane one. The mall was quite large for a city the size of the one it served, and it had just about every kind of store you could want. His first stop was a bed and mattress store.

"Normally these people deliver," he told Jennie. "So what'll happen with that wish I made?"

Jennie spoke, as usual when discussing wishes, in a normal voice. "You can just leave it there and say you'll come back for it. It'll vanish and nobody will remember that you said you'd come back, Master."

Doug nodded. "We'll need a double at least, though, and I'm actually not sure if that'll fit," he realized.

"Oh, that's easy enough, Master. Just wish that it will."

"How would that even work? There's only so much space in my apartment," he pointed out.

"Master, I live in that tiny lamp when I'm not serving a Master, or if my Master allows me to go back inside. Do you think there's enough space as it is to fit me?"

Doug thought about it. Maybe Jennie shrank down to fit in the lamp. But if it meant more space in the apartment, would that be so bad? The ceilings would seem higher, he supposed, but he could get used to that. "All right, Jennie, I wish everything we buy today would fit in my apartment."

Jennie nodded, and they walked into the bed store.

As they were testing various mattresses while Jennie played the role of the doting girlfriend--mostly full, but with the occasional queen thrown in--Doug had another thought, remembering one of the things that drove a wedge into his relationship with Deb. It was a silly thing, but some people still thought that way. "Jennie, I wish nobody would think anything of you paying for everything." He didn't want any funny looks as he'd gotten before.

Jennie nodded, but the look she gave him told him that she'd tease him about it later.

They finally settled on a comfortable double, and Jennie paid for it. "Where should we deliver it?" the guy who'd helped them asked.

"I'll be back in a day or two with a truck," Doug said. He looked toward the wall where it looked like doors could be raised to let trucks load things directly into and out of the store.

"You got it," the guy said, slapping "SOLD" stickers on the bed and mattress. As Doug and Jennie stepped out of the store, Doug caught the items vanishing in the corner of his eye, but the worker seemed not to notice at all.

"Don't like the thought of your girlfriend being richer than you, Master?" Jennie said playfully.

"No, I don't mind that at all. I just mind what other people might think about it," Doug said. Jennie gave him a light smack on the side.

Clothes were next. Doug had never been able to afford more than a few decent outfits for work, and the occasional emergency cleaning bill strained his finances. But Jennie was happy to let him practically clear the shelves of everything in his size. "I wish these would be the most comfortable clothes I've ever worn," he told her quietly, not bothering to try them on.

Jennie nodded, and didn't even bat an eye as the bill for the clothing hit four figures.

The bags vanished moments after they left the department store.

As they looked at TVs, Doug ultimately settling on the biggest, fanciest one available without even bothering to see if Jennie would approve--after all, it only cost a little more than what she'd just paid for his clothes--Jennie whispered in his ear.

"I just had a great idea for a wish you could make, Master."

"Well tell me later, then," he replied.

As they waited in the checkout line, Doug's phone buzzed. He pulled it out and choked down an expletive.

"What's wrong, Master?" Jennie asked.

Doug decided not to bother to explain. "Jennie, I wish I always had a fast, flawless signal on my phone and unlimited data. And a battery that never runs out."

Jennie nodded and a butterfly hit Doug's phone. She paid for the TV, and Doug breathed a small sigh of relief as its weight vanished from his hands once they left.

An appliance store was next, and soon enough Doug had a fancy refrigerator, stove, microwave, and plenty of other things that he was sure Jennie would be able to use to make him better meals, even if he had no idea what they were good for. He also got new plates and cutlery, and an entire knife set.

Jennie seemed even happier than usual upon paying for all of that. "It's because it'll let me serve you even better, Master."

Doug just nodded.

Furniture was next, and Doug got a proper sofa, as well as a nicer dining table and chairs.

"Mmm, I can't wait for you to fuck me on that, Master."

"Which one?" Doug asked.

"Your choice, Master."

Finally they came to what Doug had always wanted to get. He'd only ever been able to play video games at his friends' houses when he was a kid, since his parents wouldn't get him a system or even let him download games on his computer. Thankfully, the store in this mall handled both current and retro games and systems.

"Jennie, I wish the store would have everything I want in stock right now, in pristine condition, and that nobody else would buy them before I get to them."

The butterfly briefly enveloped the store in its wings, and Doug could've sworn that through the shimmer he could see things shifting around, but he wasn't sure.

"Hello!" the employee said as they walked in. Jennie peeled off to a demo system the store had set up, on which was installed a particularly graphic and bloody first-person shooter. She seemed to be enjoying it, so Doug thought nothing more of it and left her to it. After all, it was one of the games he planned to get.

"Hi," Doug said.

"So what are you looking for?" It seemed like business had been slow--or perhaps the way Jennie had granted his wish had altered recent events so that business had been slow--because the employee seemed extremely eager to make a sale.

"Well, quite a lot, games and systems," Doug said. "Probably gonna need to make multiple trips out to the car to get it all there, if you even have it all."

"You're in luck. We just got a huge shipment of everything in this morning--looks like lots of the retro stuff is basically good as new--and we really haven't had anyone by. Funny thing, too; there's a lot of modern hard-to-find stuff in there. That sort of thing usually flies off the shelves, so we focused on it first, but we just finished unpacking and shelving the rest."

Doug had been keeping a list of games he wanted in various forms for years; currently it was a file on his phone. He pulled it out, noticing that there were quite a few notifications on his magical app for women he'd seen walking around, and pulled up the file.

"Let's start with the oldest and go from there," he suggested.

As he'd wished, everything he had ever wanted was in stock. It almost didn't seem possible for all of it to fit in the limited space the mall afforded them, but Doug methodically checked off item after item on his list, the helpful employee clearly anticipating a huge sale.

"You just miss video gaming since it started?" he asked.

"Folks wouldn't let me have it growing up," Doug explained. "All my friends did. Couldn't afford it since then. Guess I'm just working off some old jealousies."

The employee nodded. Doug admitted to himself that he was getting more games than he could reasonably play in his life--he should ask Jennie about whether he could wish to make himself live longer--but damn it, it's what he wanted. Even if he never got around to playing a lot of these, he'd still have them.

The bill was, to Doug's eyes, astronomical, but Jennie, fresh off an excited yelp for clearing a stage, put down her controller and paid even that six-figure sum without a question.

"Can you wait here?" he said, suddenly having an idea. "I'm going to get a cart or two so we can wheel all this stuff out."

Jennie nodded and picked up the controller again. The employee kept a watchful eye on the huge pile of purchases.

It didn't take long for Doug to find one of the complimentary carts the mall offered for patrons potentially making especially large purchases, and he wheeled it back to the game store.

He, Jennie and the extremely grateful employee loaded it up, somehow making everything fit even though it really seemed like it shouldn't. Doug guessed that Jennie had more than a little to do with that.

"Thank you very much! And I hope you'll choose us again for your next game purchase!"

Doug waved and, as he expected, once he and Jennie were a few steps out of the store, the cart vanished.

"Oh, that reminds me, Jennie, I wish I had shelving for all those games."

Jennie nodded. "You could've just wished to be able to play any game you wanted right on that TV, you know, Master," she pointed out.

"I could've, but I wanted the more, I guess, visceral experience of actually looking for and buying them, you know?" Doug said by way of attempted explanation. "But that reminds me, I wish these devices had infinite storage space, and all the digital content I want is already downloaded, installed and unlocked, and that it's all paid for properly." He knew some of them had online stores that had been shut down already, but he figured Jennie's magic would have no problem getting around that, and that nobody would pay attention to the weird line on the balance sheet. Basically just free money, after all.

"Done, Master," Jennie said. And then, in a lower voice, "And just so you know, another thing you can't wish for is for me not to kick your ass at every game we play together."

Doug raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think I've been doing while I've been stuck in that lamp, Master?" Jennie pointed out.

--

After Jennie bought them a hefty late lunch, and Doug wished for no ill health from whatever he ate, Jennie teleported them both back to the apartment.

Doug was a little surprised to find that the ceilings were no higher than before, but that everything fit nonetheless. He gave Jennie an inquisitive look as she flopped down on the couch, already having changed to her chiffon robe.

"I made it bigger on the inside than the outside, Master," she explained, waving an arm around at the expanded space that fit everything they'd just bought. "What, did you think I shrink myself down to fit in my lamp?"

Doug flushed. "Well, yeah, I guess."

Jennie laughed. "Some genies do that. I don't care for it, though. It makes me feel more trapped and stuck in there, while I'm waiting for a Master to release me."

"But between Masters, you are trapped and stuck in there," Doug reminded her.

"Sure, but that doesn't mean I want to feel that way, Master."

Doug shrugged. Sure, it defied every law of physics he knew, but what about Jennie didn't?

And anyway, all the extra space just served to store his new stuff. There still was the same minimal amount of free space in the place.

Jennie picked up a controller. "Mind if I play while you browse on your phone, Master?" she asked. Doug hadn't even consciously realized he was reaching for his phone to check out all the new notifications he'd gotten just from walking around the mall and seeing people.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." Jennie hopped up, picked out the same game she'd been playing earlier, put it in the relevant system and fired it up. It only barely registered with Doug that she didn't restart from the beginning, but picked up where she'd left off at the game store.

His browsing was done to the music of Jennie's expletive-laced shouts as she mowed down enemies. It didn't take him long to scan the new entries. There weren't that many of them; maybe being next to Jennie for the better part of two days had started to warp his sense of attractiveness.

"So, you going to ask one of them out, Master?" the genie asked while the game paused on its loading screen. She leaned back, stretching out in about as sensuous a manner as Doug could imagine.

"What?" he asked.

"Are you going to ask one of them out? As long as you're not a total creep, Master, that app ensures that she'll say yes to a first date, at least. And a second date, as long as you're not a creep on the first date."

"Not so sure I'm really up for dating," he admitted. "Not when I've got a genie who wants me to fuck her every chance I get."

"Hey, I want some threesomes, you know, Master!" Jennie pouted again. She really was extremely cute when she did it. "And if you don't want to go through the hassle of getting them to say yes, just wish for it. I can have any of them on that bed in ten seconds, hot and horny and ready to go all night."

Doug looked between Jennie and his phone and back. It was tempting. And really, was it that much more than he'd already done? He mulled the idea over for a bit, then came to what he considered an acceptable compromise. "Jennie, I wish I could see what any woman registered in this app was doing in real-time on my new TV."

"Master, it's like you read my mind," Jennie said, and Doug remembered that she'd said she had an idea for a wish he could make regarding the TV.

Still, Doug didn't want to interrupt Jennie while she was in the middle of a level, but she happily turned off the game once she beat it. Doug hit the button on his phone that broadcast the app to the TV, and scrolling through, he selected his first target.

"If I am going to wish to bring any of them here, I don't want to interrupt or rearrange anything important," he said. He wasn't sure if he was saying it because he actually felt that way or if it was just an attempt to assuage his conscience.

Jennie nodded in understanding and snuggled up to him when he sat down on the sofa. "Your caution and compassion for others is admirable, Master."

Having Jennie right next to him got Doug aroused again, and remembering what she said about wanting to be used for sex, he didn't bother to ask as he unzipped his pants, popped out his hardening dick, and pushed her head down onto it. Jennie didn't resist; if anything, she seemed delighted that Doug was using her mouth as a hole into which to shove his cock without bothering to ask her.

For Doug, it was an obvious choice which woman would be his first target. Scrolling partway down the list, he tapped on his ex-wife's entry, and a live broadcast of what she was doing showed up on the screen.

Doug was pleased to see that the camera viewed her from a distance, rather than being through her eyes, at least by default. He could switch to that view, he saw, but as it was he could pan and zoom the camera as he pleased. There were even options to peel away layers of clothing so that he could see how her body looked now if he wanted.

"Were my thoughts that perverted when I made this wish, Jennie?" he asked, still holding the black-haired genie on his crotch.

"Mmmm mmm, Mmer," Jennie said as her tongue and lips expertly pleasured his shaft.

Deb wasn't doing anything too interesting at the moment, just going somewhere in the limo her family had put at her disposal. It pulled up outside a fancy restaurant and the chauffeur--he was the same as she'd had when they were married, and he'd sometimes wondered if the two were screwing on the side--opened the door for her. She got out and walked to the door; panning the camera, Doug saw the limo pull away. He knew it wouldn't go far.

"I wish this thing could show me past episodes in their lives," he said idly, wondering if he could search to see what Deb had been doing since the divorce, maybe even during their marriage when he wasn't around.

Jennie tapped a finger to his phone and a new "History" button showed up. It would have to wait, though; right now Doug was too engrossed in seeing what his ex was doing in the present moment. Given the time difference, the best time for him to watch older parts of her life would be in the morning, once he woke up and she was still asleep.

Deb was dressed in an expensive dress, not especially revealing. Definitely something for a romantic rather than a business encounter, but for a relationship that hadn't progressed very far. Maybe it was even a first date.

"Wish I had some context for this scene," he mused. Another tap of Jennie's finger let him put labels and captions on the screen.

It was indeed a first date, Deb's prospective partner already having arrived at the restaurant. He took her hand and led her, following the waiter, to a small, candlelit table in a private room in the expensive restaurant, where they immediately ordered meals pricey even by its high standards.

Doug wasn't particularly interested in the small talk, so he muted the TV just as he felt himself climax and shoot a load of cum into Jennie's mouth. Pulling her up, she showed him her mouth, full of his spunk, swirling it around before swallowing the entire load. He'd let go of her head, but she dived back down of her own accord, carefully cleaning his penis before tucking it back into his pants.

"That was delicious, Master. Thank you," she said.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. He didn't see any need to acknowledge her thanks. After all, she'd told him to use her sexually whenever he saw fit.

"Very much, Master," Jennie said. She hopped up, her clothes shifting to her apron. She wiggled her firm butt at him as she walked over to the new stove.

Unfortunately for both Doug and Jennie, Doug still had a refractory period, which was only getting longer as he got older. Of course, that wasn't anything Jennie's magic couldn't fix.

"Jennie, I wish I could make my penis erect or flaccid at will, and I wish I recovered instantly from any orgasm."

"Why Master, I thought you'd never ask." She didn't turn around; the butterfly he'd come to associate with her magic flew out from the clasp holding her apron strings and shot straight into his crotch.

Doug immediately thought about getting hard again; when his erection strained against his pants, he took them off, letting his dick tent his underwear.

"Also, Jennie, I wish all the clothes we bought today were freshly laundered and neatly folded, and that my clothes would instantly clean themselves no matter what gets on them."

"Granted, Master," she said, but sounding a bit disappointed.

"What's wrong, Jennie?" he asked, stepping up behind her, reaching his hands under her apron to play with her nipples.

"Well, Master, it's just that I was planning to clean them myself after dinner. I was so looking forward to doing that for you, but now it'll just happen automatically."

"Aren't you still the one doing it, though?" he pointed out. "After all, it's your magic keeping them clean."

"It's not the same, Master," Jennie said. "I have a tub and washboard all ready to go in my lamp. I was going to take them out while you were sleeping and clean everything."

Jennie sounded so crestfallen at not being needed to perform the tedious domestic work that Doug felt bad for her. She must be feeling especially bad, he thought, given that she wasn't responding at all even as he pinched and pulled her nipples.

"All right, Jennie. I wish to rescind my last wish... but I expect all my clothes to be perfectly clean by the time I wake up."

"Yes, Master!" Jennie said, instantly far more excited. She thrust her chest into his hands, the soft flesh deforming around them even as she chopped vegetables for a salad with renewed vigour. She moaned in pleasure as Doug dropped his underwear and thrust his cock into her ass, slowly fucking her from behind. Jennie ground her butt back against him.

It didn't take long for Doug to shoot another load into his genie, right as she dropped the vegetables into the salad bowl. Doug pulled out, and Jennie dutifully cleaned his dick with her mouth again before getting up and saying, "By the way, Master, you should probably get back to the TV. Things are about to get more interesting."

She walked to the fridge to get dressing even as Doug pulled up his underwear and went back to sit on his new sofa. The dinner was finished, and Deb and her date were walking to the front of the restaurant. A limo was there, but it wasn't the one Deb had arrived in. A different chauffeur got out to open the door for the two, and it drove to an unfamiliar part of town.

"Jennie," Doug called as the genie seasoned some premium chicken breasts, "I wish this thing had an inset view, and I wish that I could filter someone's history on contextual keywords."

Jennie blasted another shot of magic at his phone, and the relevant buttons and search box appeared. Doug simply input "sex" and the results came back instantly.

"Fucking hell," he said. "Only two weeks until she was back in the saddle?" He tapped a random entry, stabbing the screen rather harder than he should have in frustration.

He knew he was decidedly more socially awkward than Deb, but since he moved he'd only had a few flings, none of them resulting in anything more than a bit of playful teasing. Of course, now he had a genie who would let him do anything, but the last year had left him pretty sexually frustrated. Deb, meanwhile, was getting dick at least once a week from the look of it.

He did watch the old scene for a little bit, his dick getting hard again as he heard Deb's moans and imagined it was his name she was calling out, the way she did at the start of their relationship. The way she thrust up against her partner's dick, the way she bit her lip and crinkled her nose when she came to orgasm... he turned it off and went back to the limo. Any more of that and he'd need to bend Jennie over and pound her pussy to deal with the sexual urges he felt building up again.

Not that the scene in the luxury car was much better. Sure, they weren't actually fucking there, but Deb and her date--Kevin, according to the captions--were getting pretty close, very touchy-feely. He missed that, too.

To make matters worse, the captions indicated that this was their first date. Was Kevin special somehow or was this how she'd been acting on all her first dates lately? Doug grumbled to himself some more. Getting that hands-on with Deb had taken him until the third date!

Maybe it had something to do with Kevin being in the same social stratum as her. He still believed Deb had loved him, at least at first; maybe she still had feelings for him and it was more pressure from her family that had led to her getting the divorce than anything she personally wanted to do. But there'd always been that sense he had that she was somehow lowering herself to be with him instead of someone accustomed to the same sorts of things she was.

He filtered further on Deb's history. She definitely didn't do that with everyone she met on the first date, but it wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence. Even sex on the first date was something she did on occasion. He decided he didn't want to know if that was what she had planned for Kevin. If he was really curious he could look it up in the morning.

He heard the clinking of dishes as Jennie served dinner. Getting up, he walked over to his new table, Jennie already having sat down in her translucent purple robe again. He took a bite of salad, chewed, swallowed.

"Jennie, I wish Deb would plan a quiet night in for herself tomorrow."

The butterfly flew off at a rapid pace. "Done, Master." Jennie's voice carried an eager tone.

Doug took a bite of the perfectly-cooked chicken.

"And would you happen to have any plans for tonight, Master?" the genie went on.

The only reply Doug gave her was a smile that he knew told her exactly what he intended.

--

Jennie presented Doug with work clothes that had been perfectly laundered and ironed. He took them gratefully and got dressed while the genie made breakfast.

"It never occurred to me to ask," Doug said as he waited for the bacon to fry. "Can genies get pregnant?"

"No, Master, we cannot," Jennie said, sounding just a bit crestfallen about it. "The joys of pregnancy and motherhood are another thing we give up upon becoming genies. The most we get to do is experience them vicariously through our Masters, should they impregnate someone else or get pregnant themselves."

"You said your last Master wanted to provide for his family," Doug said.

"He did, yes, but he himself never had children. None of my Masters have. He came from a large family, and provided for all his nephews and nieces, but he himself wanted a quiet life alone with me."

Doug nodded sympathetically as Jennie plated the food and placed it in front of him. "Do you know any genies who have had the experience?"

Jennie nodded, sitting down herself. "Maybe I shouldn't really be telling you this, Master, but..." Whatever internal struggle she might have been having regarding spilling another genie's secrets was clearly resolved in favour of answering her Master's question. "Another genie, one I met a long time ago, Pauline, her last Master had many, many children. His dying wish was that their 'Auntie Pauline' would take care of his family and see that they remained prosperous and healthy."

"So a wish can outlive the Master's death."

"Yes, Master," Jennie said. "Pauline has been bound to that family, taking care of generation after generation, seeing them safely through life. Of course, the tradeoff for her is that because she is still bound by her last Master's wish, nobody else can claim her as her new Master, so she can no longer know the delights of serving a Master and making them happy. But it is enough for her that she is fulfilling that wish, doing as she was bidden even now, long after the one who made it passed on."

"It would be too much of a coincidence for that family to be Deb's," Doug mused. "Besides, you said I wouldn't run into any other genies."

"She's not looking after Deb's family, Master," Jennie said.

"Would you like that?" Doug asked.

"Well, as I said, Master, I wouldn't get to experience the delights of granting wishes. And I've never had the experience of vicarious motherhood. I don't know how much I'd like it."

That reminded Doug of the question he wanted to ask Jennie. "Is it possible for you to make me immortal?"

"It is not, Master. I can keep you in perfect health, prevent you from dying of anything but natural old age, but I cannot extend your lifespan. All mortals must die in their time."

"But in the meantime, I can make as many wishes as I want."

"As many as you want, Master," Jennie said, leaning back into Doug's caresses as he felt her up while she did the dishes.

Knowing Jennie would teleport them to work, Doug took a moment to check up on Deb. He focused on her day planner, and found to his satisfaction that all she'd written in it for the day was that it was a leisure and relaxation day for her. Her profile still said she had her old job, at some high-powered financial firm, and he remembered how jealous he'd been that she could take days off, within reason, anyway, whenever she wanted, whereas he'd had to put in for time off weeks in advance. And that's when he'd also been a white-collar professional.

She was watching some fast-paced action movie filled with tons of explosions and other expensive special effects. It was the sort of thing she loved. He preferred slower films, plays, romances, documentaries, since he could follow those much better, but she really liked these sorts of testosterone-fueled power extravaganzas. And he watched them with her. Not just because she liked them and he wanted to show interest in her interests--which she had reciprocated--but also because little else got her in the mood the way those movies did. The best sex he'd had with her was after they'd gotten home from a midnight release of the biggest one of the decade.

Jennie obligingly teleported both of them to the supermarket, and another day of mostly-mindless work at the cash register ensued. Of course, having his genie at his side made the experience much more tolerable, especially as Doug realized he could relieve the sexual arousal that being constantly so near Jennie was giving him by making a quick wish to have no customers for a little while and taking the opportunity to shoot a load of cum in her. Nobody seemed to notice that he was fucking his coworker in plain sight.

For lunch, Jennie soundproofed the employee bathroom again. "Well, you fucked me five times this morning, Master," she said. "I think it's my pussy's turn next."

"Actually, Jennie, I was thinking there's something of yours I haven't tried yet," Doug said.

"You've tried every hole I've got on offer, Master. Plenty of times."

"That's true," Doug said, "but I want something you can give me."

"What do you want to wish for, Master?"

"I'm not going to wish, Jennie. You can say no if you want. But... can you lactate?" The thought suddenly occurred to Doug that maybe she couldn't. "After all, you can't get pregnant."

"I can't get pregnant, but I can certainly make myself express as much milk as you want, Master." Jennie hefted one huge tit out of her uniform. "Give my ass a good hard grope when you want me to stop."

Eventually Jennie had to end the session herself because their lunch break was almost over.

--

The stock room faded back into Doug's apartment again as Jennie took her Master home. Doug stripped off his work clothes and flopped down on his sofa. "Make an early dinner. Whatever. I want to have as much time as possible with Deb." He gave Jennie a smack on her ass as she eagerly obeyed.

He fired up an old game he remembered playing as a kid with his friends, and the muscle memory came back, if slowly. He'd played for about ten minutes when Jennie flopped down next to him and picked up the other controller, starting a two-player game.

"Jennie, aren't you making dinner?"

"I put a roast into the cooker, Master."

"A roast? Jennie, those take hours! The best part of a day, if you really want them to turn out well."

"Don't worry, Master, I sped up time inside the pot so that it'll be done to perfection in thirty minutes." She said it so casually and offhandedly that Doug didn't even think to consider the implications; certainly he hadn't wished for her to manipulate time that way. "Just enough time to show you who the real gamer in this house is."

"You said I couldn't wish for you not to kick my ass when we play video games," Doug said.

"That's right, Master."

"Well, what if I don't want us to play video games at all? I can think of a lot of things I'd rather be doing with your ass." He grinned lecherously and reached a hand around to fondle a boob.

To his surprise, Jennie slapped his arm away. "First I kick your ass. Then you fuck mine. Got it, Master?" The look she gave him was so determined, so fierce, that even though he was the Master and she the genie, he almost quailed under her glare.

"Yes, ma'am."

Jennie's mouth broadened in a smug, triumphant smile, the first of many such she would display over the next half-hour.

--

Doug fucked Jennie's ass, stroking in and out at a moderate pace, while eating his share of the roast from the plate on her back, while she, not needing to use her hands to balance despite being bent over, ate her smaller portion from her plate on the floor.

He'd just finished his last bite when he felt his climax approaching, and he grabbed her hips hard, pulling her back before thrusting forward, driving as deep into her as he could before releasing his load, sending her head plowing into her expensive plate, cracking it, even as his own flew off her back and shattered as it hit the floor.

"I wish those were fixed and cleaned," he said as he picked Jennie up and turned her around so she could do her duty and clean his dick.

Which, of course, she did with her usual gusto, and both of them got dressed in something presentable before Doug sat back down on the sofa and Jennie sat down on one of the chairs, turning it around so she could see the TV as Doug pulled up Deb's live feed.

He was surprised to see her watching a romantic movie. He recognized it; it was near the end and it wasn't very long, but it still touched him that she watched those--though, as a search on his app told him, only on rare occasions, and only when she was alone. Maybe she really did miss him after all.

Only one way to find out, he decided, as the movie went to its credits sequence. "Jennie, I wish Deb would appear on the bed, but that she'd be unable to leave it. I also wish that she'd be able to hear me making wishes and realize that you're granting them."

The live feed abruptly snapped to a view of his bed, with Deb sitting on it, before Doug turned it off and turned to face his ex-wife.

"Hello, Deb. Long time no see."

"Doug?" she said, trying to get off the bed and recoiling in horror as she impacted the invisible barrier around it. "Doug, where is this? What is this?"

"I've brought you here, Deb. I want answers."

"What answers, Doug? How are you doing this?" Her frantic eyes, scanning the room, alighted on Jennie. "And who's she?"

"She's why I was finally able to have this little chat," Doug said, smiling. "Say hi to my genie, Jennie."

"Jenny?" Deb asked.

"Jennie!" the genie said, exasperation in her voice. "Dammit, why does everyone get that wrong?"

"So you, what, wished for me to be here and poof, she brought me here and trapped me here? Where is here, anyway?"

"This is the apartment I can barely afford after you threw me out on my ass and I had to drive across the country!" he said. "I'm a fucking cashier at a supermarket because of your damn divorce papers, Deb!"

"Doug, I'm sorry. I... I had to."

"Had to? HAD TO?"

"I didn't want to do it, Doug. But, you know my folks, they never really liked you. They threatened me. Divorce you or they'd ruin both our lives."

"So instead you chose to ruin just mine, is that right?" Doug retorted angrily.

"Doug, let me out and I can explain."

"You'll explain from right where you are."

Deb took a few very deep breaths. Despite his anger, Doug couldn't help but be turned on by how his ex-wife's ample chest heaved. God, she was still as sexy as the day they'd met, even scared as she was now. "I've... I've been trying to get you a better job, Doug. I kept tabs on you. I've been tapping my connections, trying to get you something you'd love. Something you'd enjoy so much you'd never feel like you're working a day in your life again. Something that would pay you as good a salary as I get."

"So you've been seducing other guys, putting out on the first date, just to try to get me a job?"

"Yes. Yes!" Deb sounded desperate, obviously wanting him to believe her. He wanted to believe her. "I... I want you to be happy, Doug. You deserve to be happy. That's what I've been trying to do, find a job in which you can be happy. Because... I love you. I've always loved you. I never stopped loving you. You have no idea how much I tried to get my family to accept you, but they just wouldn't."

Doug's eyes narrowed. "I want to believe you, Deb. But if you really loved me, you'd have told your family to screw off and stayed with me."

"I wanted both of us to be happy, Doug."

"I was happy with you! I would still be happy with you! Even if you lost your job! It was you I wanted, not your money."

Deb lowered her eyes, unable to meet Doug's furious glare. He turned to Jennie.

"I want to trust her, Jennie."

"So what are you going to do, Master?"

Doug turned back to his ex-wife. "Jennie, I wish Deb was unable to lie to me. I wish she had to tell me the entire truth."

Deb's eyes snapped up, just in time for her to react to the butterfly she could clearly see as it slammed into her throat.

"I told you, Deb. I have a genie. Now, tell me again: why did you leave me?"

Deb's mouth moved soundlessly for a moment, but she finally spoke. "It's all true, Doug. Everything I said. I did it for you. I thought... I thought this is how we could both be happiest."

"So you just decided that we should never see each other again and that would make us happy."

"Doug, if my family knew I was within a thousand miles of you they'd disown me and ruin you! Do you have any idea how much they hate you?"

"I don't really care. You should've told them to fuck off and stayed with me." It was Deb he wanted, Deb who had made him happy. Not her money, not her luxury, not even that job, as much as he'd enjoyed it all. He wanted her back, and he'd have her back.

"Doug, please, let me go. I'm pretty sure I've got a good lead with Kevin."

"You mean that guy you fucked last night?"

Deb's eyes widened. "Doug, honey, I've been doing that for you! I told you!"

"You're fucking other guys! I bet you enjoy it more than you ever did with me!"

Deb didn't answer, afraid of the truth she'd betray, but her flush told him everything he needed to know. "Just another week, Doug. Another week and I'd have gotten you the job of your dreams."

"Well, I've got the woman of my dreams now," Doug said, wrapping an arm around Jennie, squeezing her tit. She leaned into the groping with a smile. "The women of my dreams, actually."

"What do you mean, Doug?" The fear in Deb's voice was palpable. Doug savoured it.

"Jennie, I wish Deb truly loved me, more than she loves her money, her family, her mansion, everything else. I wish she would stay here, with us. I wish she would love me so much she'd agree not to be my wife again, but to be my fuckpet. My toy. My cumrag. I wish she'd be the maid who goes around after you cleaning everything up and getting frustrated that you leave everything so perfect and spotless that there's nothing left to clean. I wish she was utterly devoted to me, body and soul, and wouldn't care what her family thinks of her."

Jennie raised a finger lazily, and butterflies shot out from it, slamming into Deb as she tried to scream in horror. Doug looked into Jennie's eyes, having lingered just long enough on his ex-wife to see Deb's clothes morph into the sluttiest housemaid outfit he could imagine.

"Granted, Master," Jennie said, a deep satisfaction in her voice.

--

Doug looked over at the broken toy who used to be his wife. Deb lay on the floor next to the bed, every hole fucked raw as Doug had mercilessly taken out his frustrations at her departure on her, his wishes having forced her to crave the rough treatment, to want him to do it, to love him and devote herself to him through all of it.

He'd even let Jennie get in on the fun, pounding Deb from behind so hard that it drove her face into the genie's snatch, the human cumdump having no choice but to give the all-powerful being whose magic had ruined her life cunnilingus.

"Did you like that, Master?" Jennie asked, her back against his chest while his hands mauled her boobs and his cock snuggled in her cunt.

"It felt good," he admitted.

"It's what she deserved for leaving you, Master."

"Would she really have gotten me that job, though, I wonder?" he mused. "If I hadn't found you, anyway."

"You did find me, so does it matter, Master?"

"I guess it does, yeah." Despite the status to which he'd reduced Deb, Doug still felt some sort of affection for her. She was a toy, but she wasn't just a toy to be used and cast aside; she was a toy to be used, but cherished and treasured all the more for the fond memories of its use.

"Even genies can't see the future with complete certainty, Master," Jennie warned, "but if you hadn't found me, or if you hadn't wished to upend her life, the likeliest scenario is that she would have had two more dates with Kevin over the next week, and within another three days you'd have received a job offer from a firm of which he is a part-owner. It would indeed have been a job you'd have loved, Master. You could've moved out of here into a much nicer place, or, if you preferred, saved up for a down payment on a nice small house while living here. You'd have been satisfied with life." Her smile was tinged with sadness. "You might have been so happy you might never have had to make another wish."

"Oh, is that why you wanted me to do this?" he teased.

"I can only predict probabilities when it comes to other people, Master; I can hardly say anything at all when it comes to anything directly involving me!" Jennie said. "But you would have been happy, Master, and even if you had never made another wish, I would still have been happy because you were happy."

"Well, I'd still have wanted you around to do the chores and the laundry and all that," Doug said. "I expect this job would have involved suits and ties."

"It would have, yes, Master," Jennie confirmed.

"See? I might not ever have made another wish, but I'd still have needed you, Jennie. I'll always need you." He yawned.

"I'm glad, Master," the genie said as Doug drifted off to sleep.

--

Doug and Jennie left Deb locked in the apartment, futilely trying to find a place to clean after Jennie had done a perfectly thorough job of it during the night. She was forbidden from trying to escape or from doing anything to distract herself, like watching TV or playing a video game.

There wasn't really any good reason for the restriction, Doug reflected as Jennie sucked his dick while he had a wish-induced break from customers; he was just driving home the point that his ex-wife could only do what he explicitly allowed her to do.

He busted his load into the genie's mouth and she surfaced, smiling as she swallowed the cum. "She's going absolutely stir-crazy already, Master."

"Good. Because I was on the brink of going crazy without her."

"Then it's what she deserves, Master," Jennie said, satisfaction in her voice.

Doug was silent for a long moment.

"What's on your mind, Master?" Jennie asked, readying the next bag.

"Oh, just, well, I've got all these other women registered in here." Doug waved his phone idly.

"Thinking about which one you want to claim next, Master?"

"Thinking about whether I should claim any of them," he clarified. "I don't really know any of these women; they're just random people I've seen around town, mostly here. I don't even know my co-workers all that well."

Jennie indicated that the time afforded to them by Doug's wish was about to end and, not especially wanting to drag it out further and increase the workload for the other cashiers, especially when none of them had baggers, he dropped the subject and got back to work.

At lunch Doug and Jennie sat in a corner of the break room, the genie making sure nobody would pay attention to them as they resumed their earlier conversation.

"You could wish to have info on the few women you've taken on dates, Master," Jennie suggested.

"Those were months ago, I kinda gave up after four or five tries. They were all nice enough, but there wasn't anything between us. No spark. We had a pleasant night out and that was it. I don't hold a grudge against any of them for not asking for a second date. I might've said yes had they asked at the time, but only because I wasn't in a great place mentally. It wouldn't have been good for any of us to try to force a relationship."

"Do you think you'll be content with just Deb, though, Master?" Jennie gently pressed.

"I don't know. Maybe."

"If you're not, I'm sure you'll think of someone to join her, Master."

--

The workday proceeded smoothly after that, helped along by a few more bouts of fucking Jennie. Doug was just about to close his lane and clock out when one last customer rushed up.

Doug felt a pit in his stomach and looked at Jennie. For some reason, she was smiling.

"Remember her, Master?" she whispered as the customer unloaded her cart, placing item after item on the conveyor belt.

Doug looked at his phone. Two minutes. He was two minutes away from clocking out and going home to see just how poorly Deb was doing.

Nonetheless he put on his smile one last time and greeted the customer cheerily. The belt was almost full, and she didn't seem to get the hint when he tried to get her to put the "Lane Closed" sign behind her items, so instead Jennie had to squeeze her buxom form past the troublesome customer, making her huff in annoyance at what she probably thought was one of the "little people" being so much more attractive and appealing than she herself was. In fairness, Doug noted, she was certainly very good-looking.

She was as brusque as she had been a few days ago. Every bit as demanding, too. But once again, at least he had Jennie to run to make price checks, instead of having to go himself or page people constantly.

She seemed even grouchier and out of sorts than she had before. Maybe because it was the end of the day? He had no idea what she'd been doing, but that was no excuse to treat him and Jennie so badly.

Still, Jennie didn't seem to mind. If anything, she had the slightest skip in her step as she almost ran back and forth between the aisles and checkouts, smiling brightly as she confirmed that item after item was ringing up at the correct price. The genie's cheery demeanour only served to make the customer more irritated at constantly being wrong. Maybe she thought they'd just give up after a while and give her the policy-mandated discount for an incorrect price at the till.

All in all, it was a good thirty minutes before Doug and Jennie actually got off work. At least there was video evidence that they hadn't loitered for no reason. The lane was closed on time, and it was only the customer's demands that kept them late. That meant that whatever his manager, and corporate, might prefer, he had no choice but to approve the unexpected overtime. Not that Doug or Jennie needed the extra pay, of course. Doug had considered resigning and just using Jennie's money and wishes to get what he wanted, but Jennie seemed so happy to be out and about with him, even working such a menial job, that he couldn't bring himself to broach the topic.

Of course, it didn't hurt that it ensured a steady trickle of new entries into his magical app.

Doug asked Jennie not to teleport them directly into his apartment, but into the park nearby. Jennie obliged.

"I don't want to freak Deb out too much by just appearing there," he said.

"You were happy to disappear right in front of her, Master," Jennie reminded him.

"I know. But even that might have been too much. I don't want to drop the entire magic thing on her all at once."

"As you say, Master."

When they reached the edge of the park, Doug said, "I did think of someone to join her, though. Well, not join her, precisely."

"And who would that be, Master?" The playful tone in Jennie's voice hinted that she knew exactly who Doug had in mind.

"I think you know exactly who I have in mind, Jennie."

Doug unlocked the door, Jennie swiftly closing it behind them as Deb raced up to them with a frenzied screech. "What the hell took you so long!"

"Hello to you too, Deb," Doug said, sidestepping his ex-wife's grasping hands. He turned to watch with a small satisfaction as Jennie gave her an efficient knee to the stomach that sent his new toy to the floor wheezing.

"I wish she, or any of my other toys, couldn't harm us or try to," he said belatedly.

"Done, Master," Jennie said.

"Now help her up, it's no good to have a maid sex toy who can't properly service me."

Jennie held out a hand to Deb, who glared at her balefully but took it. She started breathing normally again once she did.

"Find anything out of place?" Doug asked teasingly.

"Not a thing," Deb growled. "This place is absolutely spotless. Why the hell do you even need me in this ridiculous getup in the first place!"

"Because you hurt Master," Jennie said. "And this is his just due."

"If you're going to have your genie-slut leave me with nothing to do, Doug, you could at least let me watch a movie or play a game while you were gone, if you won't let me go out. It's not like I could escape anyway; your magical bimbo there could just bring me back at a word from you."

Jennie's smile was ridiculously smug, Doug observed.

"I wanted you to feel trapped in a hopeless situation for once, Deb. One that I put you in, just like you put me in one for the last goddamn year."

"I already told you--"

"I don't want to hear it, Deb," Doug said, cutting her off. "You chose your life of luxury over me. That's all I needed to know about you."

"I'm... I'm sorry," Deb said in a small voice.

"Practice that a few hundred times and maybe I'll start to believe it." Doug knew his words were cruel. Thanks to his wishes, Deb couldn't have said those words if she didn't mean them sincerely, but he didn't care. She'd hurt him; he was going to hurt her.

Deb just looked at the floor. She looked kind of cute that way, even in her slutty maid outfit, so despondent and beaten and hopeless. Trapped by forces she couldn't understand and couldn't resist.

"So who did you have in mind for your next maid-slave, Master?" Jennie asked again.

Doug pulled out his phone, opened the app, reversed the chronological sort order. "Her," he said, tapping the very first entry, the woman who'd inspired the wish in the first place. "But she's not going to be my maid-slave. Not directly, anyway."

"What do you mean, not directly?" The question came not from Jennie, but from Deb's quiet voice.

"She's not going to be my maid-slave, Deb," Doug said. He paused, feeling a bit ridiculous, like he was an actor in a movie told to delay a line for dramatic effect. "She's going to be yours."

--

Of course, any question of wishing someone else into the apartment went on hold until after dinner. Doug took a little pity on Deb and let her eat at the table with them instead of in her corner, directing Jennie to serve her a portion larger than her own, but smaller than his.

Deb looked like she was about to wolf the meal down, having had nothing to eat since swallowing a load of Doug's cum the previous night, but a single finger lifted was all it took to tell her that she had better eat at the more sedate pace Doug and Jennie did, or else.

With dinner done, Doug enjoyed watching Deb wash the wishes while Jennie inspected them afterward and chided her for every little imperfection, every tiny spot of uncleanliness, all of which, Doug admitted, he himself couldn't see. He supposed it was only whatever enhanced senses Jennie had on account of being a genie that let her see that Deb's work was not as thorough as her own would be.

Doug allowed Deb to sit down in one of the chairs while he and Jennie snuggled on the sofa, quite deliberately acting in a way intended to arouse Deb's jealousy, as it was something they'd done during their marriage. If she felt jealous, though, she didn't show it, just sitting in her chair awaiting the next degrading order her ex-husband might give her. Like a good maid-slave should.

Doug tapped the button in the app that broadcast his target's life to the TV in real-time.

"Did you use that on me?" Deb asked, a bit of ire in her voice again.

"Yes," Doug said. "And I wished for you to spend a day on your own yesterday. I didn't want to disrupt anything important."

"My days off are my most important days," Deb growled.

Doug shrugged and turned back to the TV.

The troublesome customer he'd had the great displeasure of serving twice in the last few days was in her bedroom with some guy, the two practically tearing each other's clothes off. He turned on the contextual captions so that Deb would know that her slave-to-be was named Lisa Cobb, and the guy she was thinking she'd be in bed with that night was Steve. Not that he mattered. He was just the unfortunate soul who'd have his hot date vanish on him unexpectedly. Apparently, going all the way on the first date was standard practice for Lisa, according to a search of her history.

Unlike when he was watching Deb, the impromptu porno on the TV got Doug aroused instead of angered, and once again he shoved Jennie's mouth onto his hard dick. The genie moaned in pleasure at being used, and Doug saw Deb pointedly looking neither at the TV nor at him, probably wishing she could tune out the lewd moans coming from both.

The scene was hot enough that it didn't take long for Doug to bust into Jennie's mouth. "Jennie, I wish that as Lisa approaches climax, she will be teleported to my bed and trapped there. I wish that Steve will nonetheless have an amazing orgasm, and pick up a hot date tomorrow." He had nothing against the man; he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. "In fact, I wish he'll meet the love of his life and forget all about Lisa, and I wish the two will live happily ever after." That should make up for what was going to happen tonight.

"I like the way you think, Master," Jennie said approvingly.

"Couldn't show that sort of consideration to Kevin, too," Deb grumbled. "I was supposed to go on my second date with him tonight."

Doug thought about it for a moment. He saw nothing wrong with it, and after all, he had ruined their plans. "I wish Kevin would have the same, Jennie."

"Granted, Master."

They watched--or not, in Deb's case--for another few minutes, until the view abruptly switched to one of his bed. Doug and Jennie walked slowly to the other chairs at the table, watching Lisa make the same terrifying discoveries that Deb had, at least once she stopped shaking from having her building climax abruptly halted.

"You!" she hissed upon seeing Doug. "You're that idiot cashier!" Her venomous gaze wheeled to Jennie. "And you're that brainless big-boobed bagger. I bet you lied about at least half those prices being right. I'll get you fired for that." She thought for a moment. "Should be easy. That store doesn't have baggers. How'd you get hired? I bet you fucked your way into a job. It's obviously the only thing you've got going for you, after all."

Doug sat quietly, letting her run her mouth.

"And who the fuck are you?" Lisa went on, turning to Deb. "You look like you just stepped out of some cliché porno." Deb's hackles rose, but Doug waved her to quiescence. "For that matter, so does big-tits bimbo over there." Jennie was wearing her school uniform again. "What the fuck are you doing? Let me go! I'm going to sue you all into goddamn bankruptcy, and then sue you again once you're out of it!"

"Well, that's no way to talk to the people who hold your life in their hands," Doug said calmly when Lisa paused to take a breath.

"What?" Apparently Lisa was incapable of wrapping her mind around such a straightforward statement.

"You're a bitch, Lisa," Doug went on. "And bitches like you need to be put in their place. Whatever you were, it's over."

"No it's not. As soon as I'm out of here I'm calling my lawyer."

"Jennie, I wish Lisa didn't know how to use a phone. Or any technology, actually, except as necessary for her new role."

Jennie smiled and a butterfly engulfed Lisa's head. Deb's eyes widened in horror, but Lisa just looked confused.

"What the fuck? What'd you do? I know you did something! What did you do!"

"Nothing you didn't have coming to you," Doug said in a mock-reassuring tone. "Do you want to know what your life is going to be now?"

"No, asshole. I want to get out of here and I want you to undo whatever the hell you did to me!" Doug noticed that Jennie had surreptitiously brought Lisa's clothes onto the bed, and as if driven by some instinct the bitch rummaged through them until she pulled out her smartphone. She tried to turn it on but ultimately threw it away in frustration. Jennie snagged it out of midair right before it would've impacted Deb's nose. "How do you even use that piece of junk?"

"Well, unfortunately for you," Doug said, "this 'asshole' doesn't want that at all. This asshole wants to put you in your place for having been such a complete bitch to everyone you consider beneath you."

"That's the third time you've called her a 'bitch', Master," Jennie pointed out. "Can't you come up with another term?"

"She doesn't deserve the mental capacity it'd take to think of another term," Doug retorted. Jennie laughed.

"So what are you going to do, put me in a porno maid outfit and have me clean up after you all day?" Lisa said. "Oh, I know! You could make me work at the grocery store and run price checks for you so you and the bimbo can have more time for all that saccharine-sweet affection you keep showing each other!"

"Oh, I have quite another fate in mind for you, Lisa," Doug said. "This is my ex-wife, Deb. Of course, now she's my maid-slave, and also my fucktoy and cumdump. She chose her family and comfortable life over me, you see."

Deb glared daggers at him, but said nothing.

"So what, that's what I'm gonna be?" Lisa said.

"No, no. See, Deb's going to need to move in here for good. And it's too big a task for her to do on her own, but I don't really feel like making it too easy by just wishing for Jennie to do it." Lisa looked extremely confused by those words, which is what Doug intended. After all, he hadn't wished for her to be able to perceive anything related to Jennie's magic.

He went on. "So instead I've decided that my maid-slave needs an assistant of her own. And who better to serve someone reduced from such lofty heights than another entitled bitch who thought herself above people she really should have been nicer to?"

The look of terror on Lisa's face at those words was even more satisfying for Doug than the look on Deb's face had been, even though with Deb it had been personal and with Lisa he was just punishing her on general principle. "Jennie, I wish that Lisa would become Deb's devoted servant. I wish she'd follow her wherever she goes and get horribly despondent if away from her new mistress even for a few minutes. I wish Lisa felt in her very being that Deb owns her utterly, just as I own Deb."

"And me, Master," Jennie murmured, shooting magic at Lisa to effect her Master's desires.

--

"So what now?" Deb asked, after Doug had wished for Lisa to fall asleep to stop her from kneeling at Deb's feet, looking like a dog begging for its owner's next command.

"Well, as I said, you're going to move in here. Given what I've already got here, will everything you need fit in a truck?"

Deb thought for a moment. "It should, yeah." She was clearly resigned to her fate.

"Good. You and Lisa are going to fly back tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll wish up some normal clothes for you." Already he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Jennie's magic going to work, the genie clearly having interpreted that as a wish unto itself. "You'll rent a moving truck, fill it with the stuff you'll need, donate the rest to charity and get back here. I'm not going to set a hard deadline for your return but if it takes more than, let's say two weeks, you'd better have a really good excuse."

He turned to Jennie. "I wish there would be no adverse weather or other such events that would delay them." Just to take away that excuse.

"Granted, Master."

"So that's it? You're just ripping us away from our lives to serve your perverse whims," Deb said in a voice that indicated that she was forcing her thought processes along completely logical lines. "Not a care in the world for what we think, what we want. God, I can't even get emotional about it, since you made me love you so much. If I get emotional I'll cry tears of joy that you're letting me serve you!"

"You two'll sleep here tonight and fly out in the morning."

"I guess you expect me to spend my own money on it," Deb said.

"Of course," Doug said, but added, "I wish there would be a flight at a convenient time for them and that they won't be late for it."

"Done, Master."

Doug had Jennie bring in Deb's personal effects, at least, so she was able to use her phone to book the tickets, after rummaging through Lisa's things for her ID.

"So that's it?" his ex-wife asked. "Just sending us away for a week or two so we can move in properly?" She mockingly presented her body to him. "Going to use your cumrag's holes one last time before you miss us for the better part of two weeks?"

"Oh, no," Doug said. "I've got all the holes I could want right here." He started fingering Jennie, who squealed delightedly. "No, I want you and Lisa to get to know each other. Very well. After all, you're going to be spending a lot of time together from now on."

Deb looked at the bed, then at the sofa, then back at Doug.

"Don't make a mess of my sofa, Deb."

--

Doug woke up the next morning to the smell of Jennie making breakfast, nodding slowly as he saw Deb and Lisa cuddled affectionately on the floor in front of the TV. It was cute and affectionate now, anyway, or at least that's how it looked. It hadn't really looked that way last night, but he didn't much care.

He allowed Deb to eat at the table again, but Lisa had to sit on the floor next to Deb's chair.

Once that was done, the three humans got dressed for the day while Jennie just willed herself into her work clothes.

"Don't get those too dirty, that's all you've got until you get back," Doug warned them. "Don't bother bringing clothes, either. Of course, you could always wear the maid outfits. If you were desperate, anyway."

Both of his acquisitions gave him angry looks, but neither of them could actually do anything about it, so he just wished for Jennie to drop them somewhere near the airport, quickly turning on Deb's live feed. Both of them were a bit disoriented by their abrupt relocation, but Deb gained her bearings quickly enough, which was all LIsa needed to be able to follow at her heels.

"So, do you think you're going to go get yourself any more, Master?" Jennie asked. "Build that big harem?"

"I'll think about it. Haven't really met anyone else who deserves it like those two, though."

"There's plenty of fish in the sea, of all kinds," Jennie said. "I'm sure you'll find someone sooner or later, Master."

"You know, Jennie," Doug said, "I think I'm going to come to enjoy my job." After all, there was no better place to see the worst side of some people than retail hell.

--

"The only thing you people are cursed with is stupidity. All of you. Everybody. Mankind. Everyone I have ever come into contact with without fail. Always asking for the wrong thing."

--The X-Files, "Je Souhaite"

--

Doug leaned back in his chair while Deb sucked him off, leaning his head against Jennie's massive breasts as she gave him a shoulder massage.

Other servants milled about the fantastically-expanded apartment, still in the same location but far larger inside than it had any right to be. But Doug had long since gotten used to how Jennie could, at his command, tell reality exactly where it could put its preconceptions of how it was supposed to operate.

He didn't much care to get to know the other women he'd wished to have as his own. It was really just Deb and Lisa who he cared about, he reflected as Lisa lay underneath his ex-wife, eating her out.

Continuing to work at the supermarket gave him plenty of opportunities to add new women to the ever-growing list in his app. But most of them he left alone.

He decided early on that the only people he'd take were the ones who really saw their only purpose in existing to make others' lives miserable. The ones who'd always insist on price checks, on seeing the manager, on criticizing every little thing he or his co-workers did. He'd also taken a few people he'd met in other settings who seemed to do the same, especially employees at other stores who seemed to take pride in making their customers feel bad, but not so bad that they just stormed out.

Of course, they also had to be people he found attractive.

But even then, he didn't take everyone who fit that description. If the woman had kids, he wouldn't deprive them of their mother. The kids had done nothing wrong, after all. And if she was in a healthy relationship, her partner didn't deserve it, either. On the other hand, if her relationship was toxic or abusive, he'd take her away and wish that her partner would find someone they could really love and cherish 'til death do them part.

All those criteria had narrowed down the field substantially, and it wasn't often that he found someone meeting all of them, especially considering that his standard of attractiveness had been raised quite a lot by being around Jennie, Deb and Lisa. But he'd still gathered a few dozen servants, who mostly had nothing to do but sit around and wonder which hole of theirs he'd decide suddenly to use for whatever purpose. Jennie kept the place in such good order that there was really nothing for them to do.

Really, he thought to himself, what he was mostly doing was performing a public service by getting these women out of society.

Some part of him was aware that that was just a rationalisation, and really he just liked the idea of having a few dozen extremely attractive women at his beck and call to serve his every whim. It would have helped him sleep better at night except that he could just wish to have the best sleep imaginable no matter how guilty his conscience might have felt.

He tensed up briefly, leaning back farther into Jennie's bust, as he blasted his load into Deb's mouth. Deb pulled Lisa out of the way, still not having come to her own climax, and Jennie moved around the chair and knelt in front of her Master, gently cleaning his softening cock.

"It's been three months since you claimed someone, Master," she said. "Losing interest?"

"No, I just haven't found anyone of late who fits what I want," he replied. "Besides, I've probably got more than enough already. Even with no refractory period I'm still left mostly exhausted just by fucking you!"

"I'm pleased I give you a good workout, Master."

"Still, it seems kind of wrong that I have all these women here to be my fucktoys, but most of them I only use once a month, if that. Are you sure you can't grant that wish?"

"Master, it would overload even the most resolved mortal to have his mind controlling multiple bodies. The level of mental resilience required can only be reasonably attained by a being as powerful as a genie, at least." She punctuated the point by making a second body for herself, her tits once again encompassing Doug's head, her hands once again gently massaging his shoulders, even as she knelt in front of him.

Doug leaned back again, letting his head sink into the soft flesh of his genie's bust. He'd tried to think of a way out of the conundrum--

An idea struck him. He'd have to be careful in how he worded the wish, but what's the worst that could happen? If it wasn't something Jennie could do, she'd say no and they'd move on.

"Jennie," he said.

"Yes, Master?" She was clearly anticipating a wish, and looked ready to experience the pleasure of granting it.

"I wish..." He hesitated. This would be a bigger wish than anything he'd asked so far. He didn't have to go through with it. He could just live his good life and die happy.

But seeing Jennie do herself what even she couldn't do for him had made up his mind.

"I wish that I was possessed of all of your powers, but with none of the limitations imposed upon you, including but not limited to that I would not be turned into a genie and bound to a lamp or other object."

Jennie was silent for a long moment. Then, for some reason, tears began welling in her eyes.

"Master," she said, "how could you ask that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Master, my main purpose is to make you happy. And I do that primarily by granting your wishes. If you could grant your own wishes, then you would no longer have any need of me, at least for that purpose. And so I would be unable to make you happy, and thus could not be happy myself." The tears rolled down her cheeks. "How could you ask me to give that up?"

"Jennie..." Doug's voice almost broke, but he steeled himself. "Jennie, I need this. I can't satisfy you and Deb and everyone else if I'm held back even by your mild limitations. So will you grant my wish or not? Can you grant my wish?"

Jennie looked at him, more tears in her eyes. "No, Master, I will not grant it. I won't grant a wish that would leave me useless and miserable. I'm sorry, Master, but I won't do it."

Something clicked in Doug's mind. "You said you won't do it, Jennie." He took a deep breath. "You didn't say that you can't."

In an instant everything changed. Jennie stood up, her second body vanishing, her uniform appearing on her body. Her entire demeanour changed, in a heartbeat obviously becoming exactly the sort of woman he would have taken with his app. Hard, triumphant eyes stared down into his, the eyes of someone who was playing a game and had just decided that she'd won.

Jennie twirled a finger. Everything froze. Doug could no longer hear the murmur of his servants, the tick of the old grandfather clock, the faint whistling of the birds outside.

"Oops," she said.

--

"They're both men who got all the power they ever wished for and then lost it."

--The X-Files, "Je Souhaite"

--

"You could have had it so good," Jennie said, sitting down while Doug stood some distance away. "An all-powerful genie granting you your every desire. A harem of women to cycle through. Your ex-wife at your beck and call. But that wasn't enough for you, was it? No, you wanted more, ever more. You overreached yourself, like Icarus flew too close to the sun." She chuckled as if she had made some private joke Doug couldn't understand.

"You're not a genie, are you," Doug said.

"Of course not. Oh, I can do anything a genie can do and then some. Then a lot more, really. I can create and destroy genies with a thought."

"Who are you?"

"That's not important," Jennie said.

"Were you just playing with me?" he pressed.

"Playing? Maybe. But I did enjoy it, some of it. Believe that or not, as you will. It makes no difference to me. If you hadn't gotten greedy, I think I would have been happy being with you for another sixty years or so. That's how long you would have had left to live."

"Would have?" Doug said, alarm in his voice.

"I haven't quite decided what to do with you now. I don't like it when mortals get presumptuous."

"Can't you just leave me with my harem? Or just restore things to how they were before I found you." Doug knew he sounded desperate. He had no idea what Jennie might do.

"That's not enough of a punishment for a mortal who thinks he can usurp my rightful place, my rightful power. No, there's really only one punishment for someone like you."

Doug tried to back away but, even though Jennie was sitting across the room from him, she held up her hand and began to close her index finger and thumb together. Doug looked in horror as, despite the physical distance between them, he also felt and saw Jennie's fingers pinching his torso, looking huge against his frame, his ribs starting to crack...

And then, suddenly, the pressure was gone. He felt fine. But his look of relief lasted only moments.

"No, it's not enough just to punish you. Really, you're pretty typical of denizens of this place. If I'd gone to anyone else it probably would've ended up this way too. No, there's really only one punishment suitable for this."

Doug couldn't keep his voice from sounding frantic. "Jennie, you can't be thinking about destroying the town--no, the coun--no, the entire planet!"

"The planet?" Jennie laughed, a mocking guffaw. "Your thinking is so hopelessly limited. No, Doug." She paused, letting it sink in that she'd finally used his name. "The only suitable punishment for what you've done is the erasure of your entire universe."

Doug didn't even have time to think before he winked out of existence at the same time everything else he'd ever known ceased to be.

Ceased ever to have been.

With a single thought from Jennie, septillions of sentient beings, trillions of civilisations, with their rich histories, unique cultures, vast contributions to the sum total of all knowledge, not only were erased but had never existed in the first place. Multiversal history was altered, some of those civilisations having advanced so far as to develop interuniversal travel.

All because a single member of a single species who hadn't even advanced far enough to get off their own planet reliably had made a capricious all-powerful being mildly annoyed for a few moments.

--

"Maybe it's a process that one man shouldn't try and circumvent with a single wish."

--The X-Files, "Je Souhaite"

--

Epilogue

I appeared in the well-appointed bedroom existing in nothingness where Jennifer Fahr stood staring at a wall, reflecting on what she'd done.

She didn't seem to take notice of me, so I started clapping.

Slowly.

My applause was not congratulatory, but mocking.

She didn't turn around.

"Go away," was all she said.

With those words I was forced out of the bedroom. Not to any particular place. No, Jennifer had simply demanded that the molecules I'd used to create that body cease to exist.

She even tried to cause me to cease to exist. There was a small part of me that wished she'd succeeded. A small part of me that still remembered when I was convinced that I deserved that.

But even she couldn't do that.

So I just appeared in the bedroom again, creating new particles to form a new body, inhabiting it with my truly immortal, eternal essence.

I clapped again.

"I said, go away." She didn't send me away just with those words. "Don't make me say it a third time."

The futile procedure repeated itself, with the same result. This time I didn't bother clapping, though. I knew she knew I was there.

"You're one goddamn determined bitch, aren't you."

"You know me. Probably better than I know myself," I admitted.

"I've never even met you."

"But you know I've been watching you. And you know you can't stop me from watching you."

Jennifer harrumphed.

"Mustn't that stick in your craw. You know I'm not as powerful as you. You know I can't do anything--anything active, anyway--that you can't undo. But you can't stop me from knowing about you. You can't stop me from keeping an eye on you. You can't even stop me from violating your inner sanctum, your holiest of holies." My voice dripped disdain and mockery and belittlement. I had nothing to fear even from her.

"What do you want." Jennifer sounded bored.

"I want to get to know you a little better. Spend some time together, maybe. Stop all this surreptitious peeking in and just be honest."

"And what made you decide to show up now? You've been watching me a lot longer than this."

"You let him off too easy. Should've played with him more," I suggested.

"I'd played with him enough. Honestly I really was hoping he wouldn't make that wish. It was pretty fun pretending to be a genie. You should try it some time."

"Been there, done that," I said. "Though I generally go for the classical three-twisted-wishes type. Don't really have the patience for your sort of game."

"Is that what you're hoping to learn from me? Patience?" Jennifer laughed. "I guess a former mortal like yourself would have impatience ingrained in her very soul."

"Maybe. But maybe you could learn a few of my tricks, too."

"What could I possibly have to learn from you?"

"Creativity. Your options have never been limited, after all. You could just do things. People like me, we had to get creative to do what we wanted."

"You don't now," Jennifer pointed out.

"Mostly not," I agreed, "but maybe, like impatience, creativity is ingrained in my soul."

"The last person I made a partnership with," Jennifer said, "I ended up absorbing him."

"Won't happen with me," I said.

"And the one before that, I tweaked her powers just a little and she fled into a self-imposed exile. I think you know her. A certain redheaded mutual acquaintance of ours."

"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her."

"You sure seemed to be having plenty of fun when you went back to meet her again. Enough that you kept going back."

"I did."

"So then why bother me? Seems you were doing just fine as you were, on your own or with her."

"Variety is the spice of life, even unending life. Maybe especially unending life."

"Variety." Jennifer cocked her head, almost seeming thoughtful. "That holds some appeal. Maybe not much, but a small appeal."

I stood silently, waiting for her to continue.

"I guess I could do with some variety in my life," she agreed. "Tell me, what would you have done to Doug?"

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "Maybe I would've crushed him between my fingers. Of course, you were right. That wouldn't have been enough of a punishment, so then I would have brought him back to life. That's a punishment all its own. But I guess you wouldn't realize how traumatic resurrection can be. Nobody's ever killed you."

"I can't be killed. Neither can you."

"You know what I mean. You've never had your body suddenly cease to function against your will. Maybe it's different for people like you, but even for someone like me? Well, a few of us like it, but I find it pretty damned unpleasant, personally." A brief smile crossed my face. "In some places, they pray that their deaths will be eternal. I enjoy answering those prayers in the negative."

"So you kill him and bring him back to life. Then what?"

"Then I probably torture him for a while. Always good to keep in practice with that sort of thing."

"I guess it's a decent way of passing the time. I've enjoyed making a mortal or two scream."

"Then I flay him alive. Peel his skin off piece by piece, maybe, or just take it all off in one go."

"Gruesome," Jennifer said. "Pretty bloody, too." She cocked her head. "Hot, though, in moderation. Probably going to try that some time."

"See? Only been here a few minutes and I'm already giving you new ideas."

"Nothing I wouldn't have thought of myself sooner or later."

"Maybe. Can you be sure you will think of everything?" I challenged.

"I can always tap everyone else's minds for ideas," she retorted.

"Even that well runs dry eventually."

"And yours won't? You came from them. You're still them, really. A part of them most of them would deny could possibly exist, but a part of them nonetheless."

"Most of them aren't even thinking about the things I think about. For that matter, most of the others aren't, either."

"I know. Pathetic bunch, the lot of them. At least mortals have an excuse."

"You know, I have wondered why you don't just go there and take over. Not like they could resist you any more than anyone else could."

Jennifer laughed. "How boring. It's like crushing a colony of ants instead of kicking the nest and watching them scatter. It's so much more satisfying to watch them go about their pitiful existences, thinking what they're doing is meaningful, all the while knowing you can alter it however you please with a thought and leave them none the wiser."

"That's something I wouldn't know about," I admitted.

"What you do has its own impact."

"So you do keep an eye on them."

"Of course I do. Ever since that incident with my alter ego, at least. Can't have that happening again. Not risking that actually working next time."

"So it would've worked. Irina and Jen just fucked up the mix."

"Maybe," Jennifer said. "I'm not particularly inclined to look into it myself. Why should I need to? I'm not the one who's powerless in this situation."

"I bet you have fun toying with that lilac-haired bitch, though."

That made Jennifer laugh raucously. "Oh, you have no fucking idea! At least the weaklings where you're from are used to things not always going their way, sometimes. At least they can take it in stride and not completely break down each time. But her?" Jennifer doubled over, wheezing. "I make one little thing go wrong when she tries to do something and next thing I know she's taking it out on a whole country! Seeing her frustrated is one of the few true joys I have in my life."

"I'd love to see you do that some time."

"Of course you would. That's what eats at you, I bet, that you can only do what you do at a distance. That you can't act directly against them. That all you can do is make them feel guilty for what you do, feel responsible. And so with her it must be really bad. Even if she knew you existed there's nothing you could do to hurt her."

I shrugged.

"Tell me, if I let you stay, what would you do?"

"I would go where I would, do what I will, and keep my own counsel."

"Would you now." Jennifer paused, then finally turned around. She extended a hand. I took it.

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Britney Atwater."

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With contributions from delta7447

The "Super Goddess" universe was created by Akane

By yearends