Shortstack Girlfriend Genie

Inspired by the "Shortstack Girfriend Genie" CYOA

John burst into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, Tiffany. "Tiff? You here? I've got something to show you!"

"I'll be there in just a moment," called a voice from the back.

John put his backpack down and set a small box on the coffee table. Tiffany shuffled into the room a moment later and flumphed onto the couch. She smiled up at him. "What's up?" she asked.

John smiled back at her. If he was honest, she wasn't conventionally beautiful, but every time he saw her his heart warmed. She was about his height, 5' 8", with luscious brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was a bit heaver than she would have liked, but he didn't mind. He loved her for her personality, for her creativity, and her drive to keep going despite her chronic illness.

"I think I've found something to help your condition." Tiffany suffered from chronic fatigue syndrome, which prevented her from expending energy for more than a couple hours a day. This was excruciating for someone who had multiple hobbies like sewing, playing music, and medieval combat.

Tiffany gave him a wry smile and glanced at the box on the table. "Oh? What's that?"

John sat down in a chair opposite the coffee table from her and put his hands on the box. "Okay," he said, "I know this is going to sound crazy, but I swear it's all true."

"Okayyyy..." she said.

"Well, after I finished my shift at the bookstore, I was walking back through the mall to my car, and I saw a shop that wasn't there when I walked in. I know because I remember wondering when they were going to put a shop there. And you know what they say about that."

Tiffany nodded, her eyes wide. "You found a wandering shop!" They had both heard rumors about it, everyone had. Magical shops that appeared at random and gave magical artifacts that changed people's lives, for good or ill. "And you went inside?"

"Well, yes. You see a chance like that, you take it."

"What was it like? Packed, dusty and smelling of incense?"

John chuckled. "Not as much as you'd expect. Smaller than the stories say, though I don't know how big the back room was. One half was bookshelves, while the other half was a glass counter with, you know, magical looking stuff. I was browsing the books when the owner asked if he could help me."

Tiffany was fully engrossed in the story at this point. "What was he like?" she asked, eagerly.

"Kind of like his shop, like a mixture of a professor and pawn shop owner. Old, white hair, but looked healthy and shrewd, like he could see right through me. I wanted to say I was just browsing, but the stories say you should ask for what you want. And I've helped enough customers to know how to ask for what I want. I explained about your condition and said I wanted to fix it, or at least make things better for you."

"Oh John, you didn't have to do that."

"I know, but everything else is great, and if we fix this one thing, things will be even better."

"That's true..."

"And, in all the stories in these shops, people who buy from them have things go better if they're not being greedy, like if they're helping someone else."

She considered this. "That's also true."

"Anyways, the old man thought about it for a minute, then was like 'just a moment' and went into the back and brought out this." He opened up the box to reveal a small brass lamp.

Tiffany gave a sharp inhale. "Is that...?"

"I think so. He told me he was sure she could solve the problem, but she'd probably take some convincing, and might not do things the way we expect."

"The...genie?" she asked, hopefully.

"I think that's what he meant. I asked him 'how much' he said 'what would you give for this?' I pulled all the money in my wallet out along with my cards and said 'I'd give everything for this.'"

"John..."

"Don't worry, he just took a dollar off the top and said 'this is a fair trade. I just needed to know your sincerity.' Then he boxed the lamp up and led me out the door. When I turned around, the shop was gone."

They were both silent for a moment until Tiffany broke the silence. "So, it really was the wandering shop."

"I guess so."

"Are you going to rub it?"

"Do you want me to?"

"If this can fix me, don't you want to try?"

"Maybe you should rub it, since it's your condition we want to fix."

Tiffany hovered her fingers above the lamp, afraid to touch it. She withdrew her hand. "No, it was given to you, you should do it."

"Really? You're not afraid I'd turn you into my ideal bombshell?"

Tiffany snorted. "I trust you, John. You wouldn't do that to me. Besides, like you said, these things usually turn out better when the wisher is altruistic."

"Okay, I'll do it." He picked up the lamp, which was surprisingly round, yet stubby, and rubbed it with his other hand. "How long do you think it will take until..."

He was cut off by a sudden burst of blue smoke from the end of the lamp with a loud bang. John jumped from his chair and backed up as the smoke coalesced into the promised genie. She was certainly wearing the harem pants and belly shirt worn by Barbara Eden, but there the similarity ended. Her body shape reminded John of Midna from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, if she also had huge breasts. Her skin was dark, and she would have looked middle eastern if not for her fire red hair. She was also only three feet tall. Her laughter filled the room as she floated and twirled in the air.

"Free at last!" she cried. "That old shopkeeper must have finally found someone who needed me!" She looked around the room, settling her eyes on John. "You must be my new master."

John realized that his jaw had dropped and closed it before answering. "Are you a really a genie?"

The genie laughed, though not scornfully. John thought she had a beautiful voice. "What else would I be, coming out of a lamp like that? Yes. I am the Shortstack Girlfriend Genie. You must be in need of a girlfriend, no?"

"The what now?" John asked.

"The Shortstack Girlfriend Genie! I can grant you one wish: The shortstack girlfriend of your dreams!"

"What's a shortstack?"

"You know, short, but stacked," she gestured to her breasts. "Super curvy, like me. Small as a child, but no one would mistake me for one!" she said, making a putting her hands on her sizable hips and thrusting them to the side.

"I suppose not."

"Of course not. Now, you wouldn't have rubbed my lamp if you didn't need a girlfriend, and I want to give one to you! Would you prefer a halfling, a dwarf, a goblin..." she began, ticking options off on her fingers.

"Wait, wait, wait," John interrupted. "I already have a girlfriend," he said, gesturing to Tiffany on the couch.

"Hello!" Tiffany said, and waved to the genie."

"Wait, what?" said the genie. "Why did he give me to you, then? Did you not tell him you had a girlfriend?" She got a mischievous grin on her face (making her look even more like Midna, John thought). "Looking to start a harem? Need a willing third? I can work that up."

"No, no," John said. He explained about Tiffany's condition and the conversation he had with the shopkeeper. "He said you could help us."

"Uuugggghhhh!" the genie groaned. "That lousy old man! He's always trying to get me to do things I don't want to do."

"Does that mean you can't help us?" Tiffany asked, pleadingly.

The genie huffed. "I never said I couldn't, I just said I don't want to." She pursed her lips in thought. "Unless..." she started, then got that impish grin again, "how would you like to be a shortstack?"

"I...what?" asked Tiffany, confused.

"A shortstack." She looked Tiffany up and down "I think you'd make a good one. And if you let me do it, I can fix all your problems!"

"Well hold on, now," began John.

"Quiet, boy toy!" the genie interrupted, "the ladies are talking."

"Woah, it's my wish, isn't it?" he asked.

"Ugh, fine!" she said, turning to him. "Do you want me to make her a shortstack and solve her medical issues?"

John hesitated, then sheepishly turned to Tiffany. "Well, it's up to you, honey," he admitted.

"How short would you make me?" Tiffany asked.

"Shortstacks vary by culture, but let's see." The genies eyes momentarily looked like a sky of stars. "It looks like legal dwarfism in your country is four feet, ten inches, or 122 centimeters. Wow, the metric system is nice! Why doesn't your country use that?"

"It's a long story," Tiffany said. "So I'd have to be a legal dwarf?"

"Yep. You gotta be short and curvy. Them's the rules. If you want any favors from me, you're going to have to pay for it in height."

"But why?"

"Because shortstacks are compact, sexy dynamos!" the genie shouted, standing on the coffee table and throwing her fists in the air. "The world would be better off with more of them, in my opinion."

Tiffany hesitated. "It's a big decision to make, I mean, what would people think if I suddenly dropped ten inches in height?"

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that," the genie said, "I'll change reality so you'll have always been your new height."

"It's still a big lifestyle change," Tiffany said. "I'd probably have to start using a booster seat in the car, and forget reaching the top shelf any more."

"On the other hand," said John, "think of how much more you'll be able to do with your energy back. All the projects you could finish. You could participate in medieval battles again. We could go hiking together. You could join me on runs. And you've said it yourself: this isn't going to go away on its own, and who knows when they're going to get around to curing this."

Tiffany looked up at the ceiling. "You're right," she said. "This is probably my best choice for living, if not a normal life, at least more of a life again." She nodded her head. "Let's do it!"

"That's the spirit!" the genie said. A scroll of parchment poofed into existence and hovered in the air in front of her. She pulled a pair of half moon reading glasses and a quill pen from her ample cleavage and after donning the glasses, began writing. "All right, so what are the details of this wish. And since I'm already changing you, if there's anything else you want, let me know." She continued writing as John and Tiffany spoke.

"Well," John said, "we want you to cure her chronic fatigue syndrome. That's the most important thing."

"Yeah, I'm tired of being weak and lethargic. I want to have energy and be stronger."

"Good, good," said the genie "anything else?"

"Well, since getting sick, I haven't been able to drink milk or eat anything with wheat, so if you could fix that. Oh, and get rid of my pet allergies. I've always wanted a cat."

"That would be nice," said John.

"I also don't want to, you know, look like a midget."

"Of course not!" said the genie. "I am an artist!"

"Of course, sorry," Tiffany apologized, "I just want, you know, nice proportions."

"Like what?"

"Well, it is John's wish. As long as I'm healthy, I'll be satisfied. What do you think, John?" she asked seductively.

"Well...um..." John trailed off, turning beet red.

The genie laughed. "How about I just put 'pleasingly proportioned according to John's desires?'"

Tiffany nodded. "Perfect."

"Oh," said the genie, "how would you like to be more flexible? Always practical, and even good for, shall we say, impractical purposes," she added, waggling her eyebrows."

Tiffany laughed. "All right, that sounds fun. Oh, one more thing. I'm always debilitated during, you know, that time of the month. I'd like everything less painful and working perfectly."

"Ooh, yeah," the genie sympathized, "I can fix that for sure. Oh, how would you like some more sensitivity down there? The good kind, I mean."

Tiffany also turned beet red. "Oh, um, sure."

"Anything else?" the genie asked.

Tiffany and John thought for a long while. "No, said Tiffany, I think that's everything."

"Wait," said John, "just one more thing. I don't want her to be in any pain or discomfort from the changes you're about to make to her."

The genie looked offended. "Do you really think I'd do that?"

"I just want to be sure. She's important to me."

"All right," said the genie. She made one last note. "Take a look at this list." She held out the parchment for them to look at. It read:

I, John, wish for my (soon to be shortstack) girlfriend, Tiffany, to be changed by the incomparable Shortstack Girlfriend Genie in the following ways:

1. Cure her Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and:

a. Give her more energy

b. Make her stronger

2. Cure the following allergies and sensitivities:

a. Milk

b. Wheat

c. Pet dander

3. Make her nicely proportioned according to John's desires

4. Make her more flexible

5. Fix her painful reproductive system so it doesn't hurt and works perfectly

6. Grant her more erotic sensitivity

7. Make all these changes so that no pain or discomfort will result from them.

I make this wish with the understanding that she will become a shortstack to show the world how awesome shortstacks are.

~

After reading the list, they agreed. This was what they wanted.

"All right," said the genie again. "When you're ready, John, read the wish out loud."

John smiled at Tiffany and held her hand. She gripped his and smiled back. With his left hand he held the parchment and read it out loud.

The parchment vanished in a puff of smoke. The genie said "your wish is my command! But first," she snapped her fingers, and Tiffany was suddenly naked, her dress and underthings folded neatly next to her. She shrieked and tried to cover herself with her hands. "Calm down," the genie said, "it's more fun to watch this way," and spread her hands wide, palms forward. She rose in the air again as her eyes glowed and light burst from her palms and engulfed Tiffany, who also rose in the air. The light mostly faded and Tiffany and the genie landed on the floor.

"Oh, it's starting, I think," said Tiffany, who was still glowing a bit. True enough, she started to shrink. As she shrank, she put her hands to her belly. "You're getting rid of my pudge?" Where she once had a belly, she now had a six-pack.

"You asked me to make you appealing to John, and while he's ok with bellies, he loves boobs."

"I knew that."

"Yeah, but you didn't know how much."

"What do you mean?" Tiffany asked, but her question was answered as her breasts began to swell, and swell. They weren't small before, a good C cup, but now they were the size of softballs and they weren't stopping. "These are huge!" she exclaimed.

"Not just them," the genie said with a smirk, "look downstairs."

Tiffany felt her butt. Her hips were wider than her shoulders, and each cheek was now sticking out four inches from her back. "They're hard as rocks!"

"Well yeah, you said you wanted to be stronger."

"Not just your butt, Tiff, look at your arms!"

Tiffany looked at her arms. Her muscles were starting to bulge! "I look like a body builder!"

"Not yet," mused the genie, "but we're getting there."

She was now approaching five feet tall. "Come here, John," she said, "I want to see you get bigger." The top of her head was below his chin, now. Her thick hair, which previously reached the small of her back, was now pouring over her butt, which was also getting bigger. "It's almost done, I think." She reached 4' 10" and kept going. She started to panic as the top of her head dropped below John's shoulders. "Why aren't I stopping?" I thought I was going to be four foot ten!?"

"No, I said the max size for a shortstack was four foot ten. That was how short you had to be for me to grant your wishes. Each wish after that took more height, and you technically had eleven wishes in that one wish."

"What!?" Tiffany cried with real panic in her eyes. "Then how short am I going to get?" She was now passing below four and a half feet tall. Her once C-cup breasts were now the size of cantaloupes. Each ass cheek was almost as big as her breasts, and still rock hard. She lifted her huge breasts. They were heavy, but her arms were getting bigger. Her biceps were almost as thick as her quads had been earlier, and still swelling.

"I figured an inch per wish was fair," the genie replied.

"Then I'm going to be three feet eleven!?" Tiffany shrieked.

The genie made a show of counting off on her fingers. "Yeah, that seems about right."

"This isn't what we agreed!" Tiffany argued desperately.

"Actually," countered the genie "if you had payed attention, you'd realize that this is exactly what you agreed to."

Tiffany finally stopped shrinking. She now stood 3' 11". Her breasts were bigger than her head and covered her entire torso. They were perky for their size and stuck almost a foot in front of her. Hidden beneath her breasts were rock-hard abs. Her arms and legs looked like they belonged to a steroid-pumping body builder. Each was thicker than John's by far. Her hips were twice as wide as her waist and her rock-hard glutes stuck out six inches behind her. Her hair flowed over it and down to her knees now.

Tiffany looked down at herself. "Wha, what have you done to me?"

"I fulfilled John's wish," answered the genie. "You are now healthier and stronger than you have ever been in your life."

"But why did you have to make everything so big?"

"You just lost twenty-one inches of height. All that mass had to go somewhere. Since you wanted to be stronger, I just got a little creative with the interpretation. Oh, your bones are more dense now, as well. You'll probably never break a bone in your life, and as a plus, you'll never have to worry about osteoporosis. As for the boobs, well, John really loves boobs. What can I say? Don't worry about back pain, though. His, as it turns out, inspired final wish took care of that for you."

Tiffany looked up at John. The top of her head was level with his solar plexus, and her nose with his belly button. "John, what are we going to do? I'm a freak!"

John got on his knees so he could look her in the eye. "We'll get through this," he said. "We were prepared to spend the rest of our lives with you sick, we can handle this. How do you feel."

Tiffany considered this. "Besides upset, I feel good. Really good." She got on the floor to attempt push-ups, but realized that her breasts were in the way. She got back up and saw John's chin-up bar. She walked up to it and looked up at it curiously. Then she jumped two feet straight in the air and grabbed it. She started doing chin-ups like they were nothing. She dropped to the floor. "John, John," she cried, "I have so much energy. I feel like I could run five miles."

"You can," said the genie, "and more still. I gave you strength and energy. Now, would you consider your wish granted?"

John and Tiffany looked at each other, then at the genie.

"Yes," said Tiffany, possibilities swarming in her mind, "I think so. Thank you."

"Then young lovers, I shall bid you adieu." She snapped her fingers and vanished along with the lamp.

Tiffany clenched all her muscles like she was a saian preparing to fight Frieza. "John, I need to burn off this energy. Where are my running shoes?"

"Probably next to your exercise clothes, which you should probably put on."

Tiffany looked down and realized that she was still naked.

*** Two Hours Later ***

Tiffany burst into the house while John staggered in behind her.

"I can't believe I can't keep up with you," he wheezed.

"I know," she marveled, "that genie did a number on me. I still have so much energy. And," she said, sidling up to him and stripping off her sweaty clothes, "I think I know how to burn some more off." She took a moment longer with her sports bra, a marvel of engineering that kept her from jiggling too much as she ran, though she though Johns last wish had more than a little to do with that.