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[wishfulyouth]

People aren't supposed to wish for things like this. She's a genie, dammit, you get three wishes that can be for just about anything. Money, power, fame, luxury, the chance to go back and fix an old mistake earlier in your life. In the course of Qadiya's hundreds of years of life, she's granted wishes to dozens of people who happened across her lamp. They've all wished to be sultans or princes (once upon a time, not so much now), or millionaires or billionaires or celebrities.

Not one of them, across more than a thousand years, ever pointed to her and said "I wish for you." Until a day ago.

Wishes are wishes, though. While some wishes are off limits (such as raising the dead), the magic that binds her to the lamp, which gives her the power to grant even reality-warping wishes, forces her to comply with any wish that isn't explicitly forbidden. And while wishes making someone else fall in love with you are no good, it turns out that the rules are a little less clear-cut when it comes to genies themselves.

The instant he'd spoken the wish, her hands had been tied. She'd had no choice. Which is why she's standing here in the middle of a medium-sized home in modern day Japan instead of back in her lamp.

Qadiya is visibly out of place here, of course. Despite her true age, her body is that of a girl, skinny and in a perpetual state of early pubescence. She's short; her head barely comes up to the chest of her new magically-compelled lover.

Her snow-white hair contrasts sharply with her mocha-dark skin, both of which mark her as very not Japanese. Nor is her fashion something you'd see outside this house. The flowing vivid purple silks she wears covering her small breasts, the sheer skirt of matching fabric that hangs off her skinny waist, would be decidedly eye-catching outside. So would the golden jewelry she wears looped around her neck, the bangles hanging from her waist, and the gold bracelets- cuffs, really- that mark her servitude to the lamp.

Which, despite her new status as the lover to a mortal until the end of his days, has not yet ended.

"You've still got two wishes, you know." Qadiyah crosses her arms, tapping the tip of her foot against the ground impatiently. "Were you ever going to make those?"

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[tiger1]

Kanade is well enough off. He can afford food without really having to work for it, has a decent place in the middle of the city, is a good looking guy. He's pretty sure there's guys out there who'd wish for his life if they got this genie. He's an artist, not talented enough to go professional but enough to have an online following that helps cover the bills.

And means he gets access to lots of pretty girls. Nerdy types, but he doesn't really care. He likes... smaller girls. Mousy ones. Shy, preferably.

Okay, most of his art isn't of that sort, but he's a lolicon, dammit. When he's on his own time, that's the sort of thing he appreciates. He's not enough of an otaku to have wall-to-wall merchandise, but there's a few things, here and there. A poster here, a figurine there. All girls with Qadiyah's build, all posed suggestively. Just enough that when one of his girls comes over, they feel like they're with another nerd. If he got too much of that sort of thing, they'd probably freak and leave.

Even though he wants more, every now and then.

Dammit, he doesn't even like anime that much. He just - has a type. That is only really fulfilled by this sort of content.

He's sitting at his desk, t-shirt and sweatpants like he usually is on off days, one leg crossed over the other as he looks her over.

"Depends. When I wished for you to serve me, that's just one wish, right? So if I said - bow - or something, you'd do it, and that isn't a wish?"

[wishfulyouth]

Qadiya doesn't want to explain this to him, but she doesn't have much of a choice. The wish he'd made- obedient, submissive- binds her. It doesn't change her personality, most of the time, but when he asks her to do something she can't really say no. "That's right," she says, a nod of her head.

"A wish is magic, beyond what a genie can normally do on their own. A normal command, like 'bow,'" or what he'd asked her to do earlier this morning, to her great chagrin, "isn't a wish. For it to be a wish, you need to be holding the lamp, and you need to use the words 'I wish.'"

She uncrosses her arms. "If it's something I can do without using wish magic, that doesn't count against you, either. Like, if you tell me to go get you a soda," she disappears in a puff of purple smoke, and reappears about four or five seconds later in the same smoke, only this time she's holding one of the cans of soda he keeps in the kitchen, which she sets down on his desk, "that's not a wish either. That's just normal genie magic, which I used to do something normal."

It's nice that she knows what soda is. It's been a couple of decades since she was last out of her lamp, but every time she gets released in the modern world, she magically gets to know how things work. It's why she knows that all the weird figurines around Kanade's room indicate the sort of girl he's into.

Qadiya leans in a little in his direction. "If you want to know what a wish is, Master, think of it this way: A wish is change. A wish makes something change in a way that can't just happen ordinarily. A wish makes you taller, or your bank account bigger, just like that."

She leans back, straightening up. "Get it? I don't want to have to explain it again, Master."

[tiger1]

"Got it. Second question, if I make two more wishes - "

He pops the tab on the soda can, his eyes going deliberately over her body, watching the lines of her, loving it - he's blatantly, greedily taking her in, her dusky skin and developing - 'developing' - figure.

"You aren't going anywhere, right? I figure if someone wishes for more money, the money doesn't go away when they're done wishing and you go back in the lamp. So, since I wished for you to stay as long as I want -"

That had been the exact terminology. Be my obedient, submissive girlfriend for as long as I want. He taps his foot against the floor, glad he'd had the foresight to make such an ironclad wish -

"That still stays in effect even when I'm out of wishes? I just want to be clear here. Since you're, you know, obedient, you oughta tell me the truth?"

He pauses -

"... And if I tell you to use your magic for something that only affects you, that isn't a wish either, right? Nothing's changed. You're a genie, and all, you can already do things like that. So long as it isn't affecting me or the world, we're good?"

[wishfulyouth]

Ugh. One of the reasons she'd chosen to manifest in this form was to avoid this kind of gaze. Qadiya has seen how people have looked at other genies with more developed forms, and had chosen something relatively innocent in turn. But that clearly doesn't stop this guy.

She's never going to develop any more than what she is now, stuck perpetually in early pubescence. That's just how genie magic works. It's beginning to seem like he wants it that way. "No, you're right. You could make your next two wishes right now on the spot. You wouldn't be able to get any more wishes- even if I wanted to, I can't- but your first wish said 'as long as I want.'"

She shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant about the idea that they're discussing her perpetual servitude. It's not like genies aren't already slaves of a kind, and the lifetime of a human is much less than a lifetime of a genie, but that doesn't mean she has to be happy about this.

"So the wish lasts until one of two things happens. One," she holds up a finger, "you decide that you don't want me around anymore, and tell me so. Instantly, I'll poof back into my lamp, it'll go someplace random in the world, and that'll be that. No take-backs. You can't decide that you want me gone, and then change your mind. Two," she holds up a second finger. "You die. Don't worry, I'm not going to try to kill you to get out of it. You wanted me submissive and obedient, so I couldn't even think of hurting you if I wanted to."

His second question draws a pause from the girl, who looks at him with an expression bordering on suspicious. "And yeah, that wouldn't be a wish either. I can do things like flash into the kitchen all I want." There's a longer pause, and she narrows her eyes slightly. "Why?"

[tiger1]

Slowly, he reaches for one of the figures on his desk - spins it around in his fingers, tilts it slightly so she can see up its skirt. Her skirt? It's a girl, petite and tiny, just like Qadiya, only -

... Her thighs are pretty soft and thick. Her rear is full, her hips slightly wide in a way that still doesn't match the size of her ass. Early pubescence hit one part of her hard, because the rest of her is still petite.

"Make your build like this," he tries.

"And for my second wish, make me a total sex god, like you see in porn. Twelve inch dick, no refractory period, can go all night," he adds - and he's a smart enough guy to try and bundle two or three wishes into one. If it doesn't work, he'll just pick his favorite. If it does work, he still has one left over. Score.

[wishfulyouth]

Qadiya rolls her eyes. "I can't change how I look at all, okay? That's just how genie magic works. Once you decide how you're going to manifest, that's it." She taps her own chest, right below the collar. "So, I'm never going to look like one of your classical Japanese beauties with the pale skin and the long dark hair, and I'm never gonna have hips or an ass like that," she gestures to the figure.

In a poof of smoke, she's on the other side of the room. "I can teleport myself," another poof of smoke, and she's floating in the air above him, "I can fly," a third poof of smoke, and she's back on the ground, but now there are two of her side by side, "and I can make more of me," a fourth puff of smoke returns her to how she'd been. "But I can't change what I look like."

"The other thing's easy though," she admits, because she realizes that she's setting herself up for trouble. But a wish is a wish, and she snaps her fingers.

Kanade's underwear might feel a little tighter, all of a sudden. If he checks, he'll find that his cock is noticably bigger (not 12 inches, because he's not hard yet, but it certainly could get that big). No way to tell about his refractory period, though.

[tiger1]

"Worth a shot," Kanade shrugs, waving his hand - "And I'd never tell you to have pale skin or something. You're gorgeous like this. The tan skin really accentuates your cute shoulders - "

He's leaning in, a little, and - jumps, slightly, when he feels that snap. It's a physical sensation. No way to tell about his refractory period right away, but he sure can tell he's a little more, uh, energetic. Still, he motions her closer with his finger.

"Down on your knees," he orders, realizing he might as well lean into the 'submissive' thing. "Might as well see about my refractory period while we figure out the rest, right? Get sucking."

[wishfulyouth]

Qadiya feels her cheeks turning warm at the compliment. Despite the fact that she's technically not a creature of flesh and blood- all of this is just a magical construct- her physiological reactions are certainly that of a real person.

She tells herself that it's not that she'd ordinarily get embarrassed by such a compliment. The wish made her submissive and obedient, so it's only natural that she'd get flustered.

Her instinctive need to drop to her knees when ordered, though, is definitely a product of the wish compelling her. Her hands move to pull down his shorts, freeing his newly enlarged length from his trousers and underwear. She has to use both of her hands to get around it.

"Is Master satisfied with the result of his wish? You'll have to use another wish to undo it if it's too big, you know~" she says, leaning in to start kissing the shaft, rubbing him to hardness.

[tiger1]

He was already fairly big - the wish gave him another inch or two, made him a bit thicker, it didn't double his size or anything. The end result is that yes, he's very satisfied with the wish. It makes her seem even smaller in comparison to him, makes him really feel her small hands wrapping around his girth.

It's already twitching to life, the vein on the underside more pronounced, the head of it thicker, broader - it's a real porn star dick now, if nothing else, the kind of thing he could post online and get tons of views on. Women have needs too, and all. And gay dudes, he guesses, but -

Anyway. Kanade nods at her question, reaches down, strokes her hair.

... And his other hand goes to his desk. There's a piece of jewelry there. It had come with the initial wish. She's submissive, and obedient, but sometimes he wants an eager girlfriend, too. Really, it's unfair how much he got from just one wish, but...

He rubs the little trinket. Once, then twice, then rapidly, with his thumb. There's a difference between 'devoted' and 'desperate to worship him.' The jewelry crosses that gap for him. For her, rather, but it's not like she's the one rubbing it.

[wishfulyouth]

Why did the wish come with the jewel? Qadiya doesn't know. For her, magic is like breathing or the beat of one's heart for a mortal might be. She just does it, and this wish had come with a little ruby inlaid in gold, no bigger than his pinky finger. When it's rubbed...

...the expression on her face changes. Her dark cheeks turn darker, flushed with blood, her eyes look a little glassy, and she squirms on the ground where she kneels as arousal, sudden and uncontrollable and almost primal, sweeps through her body.

She redoubles her efforts. Both hands grasp his thick shaft and begin to masturbate him as she takes his thick cockhead into her mouth. Even trying this hard, she can barely get a quarter of him past her lips, and instead resorts to masturbating him with hands and tongue alike, her head sliding back and forth as she sucks him off with an almost fanatical energy. Lewd sounds of slurping fill the air.

[tiger1]

He groans - he has some experience with sex, a handsome man with money, time on his hands, and plenty of urges, but he's kept himself from fulfilling some his... fantasies. He has a preference for shorter girls, but not like this. He's never been with a girl with Qadiya's build, as it were.

So, the sensation is new and exciting. His hips thrust forward, trying to force even one more inch down her throat -

"That's it. You love it, don't you? No need to act all huffy about it. You're my sex slave, after all - I made you that. Learn to love it."

-- And his thumb presses down on the jewel. Not rubbing. Simply keeping his thumb there, that heat there, whatever sensation it gives to her now a constant force in her mind.

[wishfulyouth]

It's a funny thing about her body. Technically, it doesn't exist. She's not a real girl, she's a magical creature that just manifests this way. But when she's incarnated, her body behaves like she was a real human being, for the most part.

In other words, though her body doesn't technically have the muscles or tendons that limit how wide her jaw can open, there's still a limit that governs just how much of his now foot-long cock he can fit in her mouth. On the other hand, that limit is more easily passed, too.

It takes just a little bit of force on his part to force his cock into her mouth, the first inch or two slipping down her throat; Qadiya's eyes widen. She doesn't need to breathe, technically, but the way her throat tightens around him, the little muffled choking noises she makes, are a remarkably lifelike reaction.

Then he touches the stone, and her mind gets foggy with a haze of desire and arousal. She stops resisting, even if it's reflexive only, and starts trying to fit even more of him down her slender throat. An inch, another inch, until she's got 2/3rds of his cock in her mouth, enveloping him in warmth as she jerks off the remainder that she hasn't yet swallowed.