"Granted," said the genie.
Jen was relieved to find the weight of her mammoth boobs gradually fade away. Her relief was short-lived however, as her tits became lighter than air and rose up to block her vision. Blinded by breastflesh, suddenly Jen realised her feet were no longer touching the ground!
"Help me, Genie!" she cried out as she felt her huge, helium-filled hooters push against the ceiling of the bathroom. She hung helplessly from her giant inflated tits and worse, the way each of her enormous, sensitive orbs rubbed the textured ceiling was turning her on badly.
For a brief moment she was thankful that her earlier change in height hadn't destroyed the ceiling, otherwise she'd be flaoting off into space right now!
"I'm sorry mistress, but your third wish concludes my servitude to you, farewell."
The genie turned to smoke, which retreated into the bar of soap still laying on the floor several feet below Jen. But even if she could reach it, she had no wishes left to reverse her current state. What could she do but hang there?
Thu May 20 11:06:49 2010