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I was out for a walk one day in a rather deserted natural area. I literally stumbled across the old bottle. What the heck, I thought as I gave it a rub, you only live once.

"You only get one wish," the genie said. "And it can't be a wish that applies only to you."

I took out a pen and paper from my backpack and carefully wrote down my wish.

"So reverse the US back to March 1, 2009, and the rest of the world to March 1, 2013, but have everyone keep their knowledge of what will happen in the future?"

"Yes."

"Interesting wish. Done."

He snapped his fingers.

*

On March 2, 2009, it was announced that the US...

[What's that? You want me to skip the boring stuff? I'll just say things improved a lot. Fast forwarding...]

On March 2, 2013, Russian oligarchs arranged for...

[Oh, you want me to skip this part entirely? Very well. Let's again just say that things improved a lot. Moving on...]

And last but not least, in October of 2019, the live animal market in Wuhan, China, was permanently shut down by the Chinese government. A global plague was thus prevented.

And what changes did I myself make, you ask?

Well, I went and applied for the job I always wanted, instead of being a wimp and thinking I didn't have a chance. I got the job and started a solid, not spectacular, career. I saved up enough money so that when the woman I'd been crushing on for 20 years was kicked out of her house by her cheating partner -- a thing I knew would happen in mid-2022 -- I could take her in. (She knew it too, of course, but hoped that by being a more subservient woman the second go-round, she'd keep him from straying. That's not how these things work.)

And sure enough, Trixie posted a desperate message on social media in late July of 2022. This time, I was able to message her that I had a place for her. Rather than wring my hands in frustration, I could actually do something. I transferred her $500 so she could drive across four states and pay for a hotel room en route.

She arrived on a Friday evening. I gave her a big smile and helped her get her things out of the car.

"Thanks, Keith."

"I'm just glad I could help, Trixie."

I stashed her stuff in the spare bedroom while I admired her body. Trixie was the very definition of "BBW". Her curves had curves stacked on top of them. Her ass was the size of a dishwasher, to borrow a phrase coined by Jason Woolley. Huge tits, too -- G-cups, she informed me as I stared thirstily at them. Wavy blonde shoulder-length hair, and about five feet tall. (I'm trim, toned, with all my hair, both face and body, permanently removed and a shaved head -- when I used to go clubbing in my younger days, I would oil up and wear a shirt I would leave unbuttoned. It attracted a certain type of girl into my bed. It also looked really good when I would go to the beach in the summer. And I'm six-foot-three, so Trixie's head would naturally find a place on my chest when we snuggled -- at least that was the plan.)

I told her the hall bathroom was hers to use. The master bedroom, where I slept, had its own bathroom. She thanked me and gave me a hug. I was glad to hold her. My hands roamed down to her rear and I gave her butt a grope.

Trixie giggled. "You must think I'm pretty."

"Not at all," I replied, "Pretty means someone who has a nice face but no good features below the neck. I think every inch of you from your toes all the way up to the top of your head is gorgeous." I gave her butt another squeeze. "Of course, certain features are *particularly* attractive."

She giggled again. "My ex didn't think so. That's why he cheated. He said my ass was too big and I had a couple too many spare tires."

I dropped into a catcher's crouch and lifted the bottom of her shirt upwards, exposing her large belly. I quickly kissed it in about 10 different spots.

"So we've established that your ex is a blind idiot. I love your spare tires. And your ass is fantastic."

"Yeah, you've had a crush on all of me for a while now. But no sex tonight. The drive wore me out."

I spun her around so she was facing away from me, pulled down her sweatpants and panties, and gave both of her plump butt cheeks a big kiss. "Fair enough. Whenever you're rested and ready, I intend to worship your body."

"Sounds awesome. I like being appreciated."

The next morning, I showed her how appreciated she was by making her breakfast in bed and bringing it to her. More like brunch, actually, since she slept until 11 am.

"Nice to see you like me for more than *just* my body," she observed.

I grinned, and we spent a few hours chatting. I tried to comfort her when she complained about being cheated on. Eventually, after I made her dinner and we ate it, it was time for sex.

"I'm as horny as you," Trixie observed. "My ex hasn't touched me in two years, and plastic just isn't the same."

We got naked, made pit stops, then climbed onto the bed in the master bedroom. Trixie didn't waste time. She pulled me against her and planted her lips against mine. I kissed her back with intensity. Our tongues eagerly twined, and we held the kiss until we needed to breathe.

"Go ahead and get on with the worshipping," Trixie smirked.

"My pleasure, gorgeous."

I gave her neck a few gentle kisses, then nibbled lightly at the flesh. Trixie shivered. I wrapped my arms around her and again groped her butt, this time with no clothes to interfere. She pressed herself more firmly against me.

I lay her on her back, removed my lips from her neck, and adjusted my position so I could slowly kiss every inch of her belly. I worked my way around the edge of it, then moved one inch inward and kissed in a circle. Rinse, repeat. The circle of kisses gradually got smaller and closed in on her belly button. I gave that a long, lingering kiss and teased it with my tongue a bit.

"That tickles," Trixie whispered.

I popped my head up. "I'll move elsewhere, then."

I kissed around the base of her right breast, then proceeded to do a similar thing as I had done to her belly. A slow helix of kisses brought my mouth upwards until it reached her nipple. I took that in my mouth and suckled gently. Trixie held my head in place and made pleased sounds.

I disengaged and did the same slow helix technique on her left breast, eventually locking my lips around that nipple and suckling. Trixie's breathing deepened a bit. I began switching back and forth, sucking each nipple for about a minute before switching back.

"Mmmmm. Keep doing that, Keith."

I wrapped my arms around her and she pressed against me. After a bit, she shuddered suddenly.

"Not quite a full orgasm, but it felt really nice," she purred.

I had her turn over and spread her legs. Then I kissed her toes. She giggled. I kissed and licked the soles of her feet, and her body shuddered. I then began slowly working my way up her legs. Kissing her calves didn't draw much reaction, but the back of her knee was sensitive. She also really liked when I kissed her thighs. I took my time exploring them, and I could see her pussy start to leak.

I had her lift her hips up slightly, and then kissed along her slit. That drew a gasp. I kissed along it several times, using my tongue to collect her nectar. Then I opened her up and slipped fully inside, at the same time using my fingertip to very lightly brush her clit. She was moaning with delight. I lapped up her now flowing honey eagerly. She pushed herself backwards, trying to get my tongue as deep as possible. I continued to gently tease her nub as I tongued her. She quivered and jiggled. I drove my tongue as far into her as I could and began swirling it in a circle inside her. That triggered her, and she gushed into my mouth and onto my face. I drank as much of her sweetness as I could, then popped my head free. She lay face down, panting, trying to regain her energy.

When she could speak, she turned back over and spread her legs. "Please fuck me. And don't worry about cumming inside me. My doctor had me sterilized a year ago because I was supposedly too fat to have a successful pregnancy. I think that's a line of bullshit, but what's done is done."

She sounded bitter about it, so I decided not to say a word on the subject. Instead, I replied with, "I think you're the most beautiful woman on the planet. I'm very lucky to have the chance to make love to you."

I lubed my cock up with her nectar, then got in position and slid inside her. She immediately wrapped her legs around my hips. I moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of being in her. She made encouraging sounds.

I sped up a bit, thrusting steadily in and out. Trixie shivered and moaned. I leaned forward and kissed her chest as I pumped her box. Her arms wrapped around me again.

"Oooh, yes," she whispered.

I sucked on her nipple as we continued our session. I focused on my hips. Steady movement, keep the rhythm, in, out, in, out. Trixie's pussy started gripping me on the "ins", squeezing around me. Like she was trying to milk me -- which she probably was. I sped the pace up. Trixie quivered and held me very tightly, locking her arms and legs in place. She gasped and her orgasm hit. Her internal muscles spasmed around my pole, and I shot my cum into her. She twitched around me until my cock stopped squirting and started softening.

I pulled out and rolled off, lying next to her. "Whew! That was..."

"Marvelous," Trixie smirked.

I nodded and reached for the light switch. Trixie rolled half onto me and lay her head against my upper chest. We drifted into sleep.

When we woke up, we both did our morning routine and climbed back into the bed. Trixie gave me a grin.

"I'd like to try something," she purred. "Lie on your back."

I got on my back, and Trixie lifted herself up. She then positioned her pussy over my face and eased her way down.

"I've never had a chance to sit on a man's face," she explained. "Every time in the past I've been eaten out, it was me lying on the bed."

I eagerly licked along her slit a few times to warm her up. Trixie made pleasured sounds. I slid my tongue between her folds and searched for her clit with a finger.

She used on hand to help me locate her nub, and her other hand wrapped around my cock. "The more you make me happy, the more I make you happy."

Well, that was a strong incentive. I teased her clit with my fingertip and slowly licked her. She eased her hand up and down on my pole, getting me fully hard. I sped the motion of my tongue, and her hand gripped me more firmly and sped up.

Well, if that's how she wanted to play it, I was good with that. I lapped her juices up and began moving my tongue in a circular pattern. She pumped my pole and her free hand began caressing and rubbing my balls.

That got me hotter, and I really began working her box with my tongue, as fast as I could. I continued my slow, gentle stimulation of her clit. She continued the handjob, but added a new element -- lowering herself down even more and cutting off my air supply with her massive ass.

My cock instantly seemed to grow a quarter inch and get even harder. Trixie noticed at once. "You like being smothered, huh?"

I couldn't reply, but my cock twitched and throbbed an answer to her question. She pushed her ass down more firmly. I licked her box and teased her nub. Her body shivered and she gasped. I increased my pace, and her hands sped up.

I felt my cock spurt as she ground her ass right up against me. Her hands worked as much cum out of me as they could. Once I had finished, I quickly drove my tongue in deep. She released a gusher of honey onto my face. Then she momentarily collapsed onto me. After an instant, we disentangled and she was again lying with her head on my chest.

"I wonder if you'd get equally turned on if I used my chest to cut off your breathing," Trixie whispered.

"Probably. I just love being around you. So how long are you going to stay here?"

"Hadn't thought about it," she said. "Maybe a week, maybe a lifetime. But however long it is, I'd like you to keep giving me orgasms."

"Deal."