This is a short completely fictional story, about a very loving couple who encounter an honest Genie. Yeah, I know Honest and Genie are not two words ever found in the same sentence. So, sue me. I apologize also that there are no extremely erotic sex scenes in the story. There is also very little foul language And no one under the age of 18 even remotely mentioned. I hope you enjoy it even if it may be toned down a bit from what you might normally read.
I left my penis at home again.
Damn, I really need to do something about my forgetting my cock. One of these days my house could get broken into and someone might see it and think it is a strange dildo and steel it or worse, yet my house could burn down, and it would burn with it. Ever since I went to that roving carnival a couple years back in Brisbane wearing that stupid micro mini skirt my girlfriend dared me to wear and I got a hard on watching the body painting competition.
My girlfriend said really Brad. Sometimes I wish you could just leave that thing at home.
Babe, I'm not the one who dared me to wear this skirt you know.
Yes but at least you could have pushed your balls up in your body then pulled your dick down and let me push most of it up your ass and locked it in there with a but plug like we did last Halloween when you dressed up as a naked alien. The way your scrotum was pulled around it you looked like you had labia lips between your legs. Just look at that thing sticking straight out holding the hem of your skirt up I could hang my purse on it.
Then why don't you?
Oh, never mind, just do something with it, you're standing there exposed to the whole world.
I have an idea, why don't you stand right in front of me, and I'll hide it in your ass.
Hey! Stop that, we're in a public place.
Babe there are at least 40 people standing behind that rope wearing nothing but paint, what's one more exposed cock?
Come on let's go over there to that booth with the Aladdin's wishing lamp.
Sandy grabbed hold of my cock and started literally dragging me to the booth by it.
Wishes made to order, a simple one is 5 Australian dollars, difficult ones for 20 dollars. For the Impossible wishes the price is 100 dollars, with no guarantee and no money back if they don't work, after all they are impossible. If you get my drift.
Sandy strode up to the counter and asked how much for a wish to make my hair turn blond?
5 Dollars ma-am.
Here's five dollars, I wish my hair was blond. Hey it really worked.
Yes ma-am and for another 5er you can change it anytime you want.
Cool, here's another 5 dollars. How much to make my boobs larger whenever I want?
That would be 20 dollars ma-am. And for another 20 your boyfriend can have a pair whenever he wants to go along with that skirt he is wearing.
Here's 40 bucks, I wish I could make my boobs larger when I want, and I wish my boyfriend could have boobs when he wants them. I think I want mine to grow 2 sizes larger right now. Brad, make a wish and grow a pair of tits for me.
Why?
Because I want to see if the wish really works on you that's why.
Do I have to keep them?
No Sir, if you word the wish correctly like your pretty girlfriend has done you can make them come and go as you desire.
In that case. I wish I could have beautiful breasts any size I desire, any time I want them, and they will go away when I choose not to have them. OK, here goes make my breasts the same size as Sandy has now.
Wow babe they're beautiful I wish mine were as beautiful as yours.
For another 10 dollars, ma-am you can make them the look the way you want them.
Brad, this is fun. Too bad, it will all probably disappear once we leave this booth.
Oh, no ma-am, your wishes are for as long as you live and may both of you enjoy a very, very, very long, and happy life together.