The rising sun's light brightened George's attic bedroom, filling the space with a pleasant warmth. His alarm had not yet sounded, but George was finally awake after what had to be at least ten uninterrupted hours of sleep. Feeling more rested and refreshed than ever, he tightened his blanket and relished the coziness for several minutes, enjoying the new and exciting feeling of well-being.

His thoughts drifted to the fantastic dream of his perfect woman. His silent, enigmatic guardian had blossomed into a golden goddess. Her cute, breathy voice bounced around in his brain like she'd been speaking to him all night. She gazed at him with gorgeous, bright blue eyes gleaming with affectionate reverence. 

George rolled over and reached across the bed, hoping to find her beside him. But of course, he felt nothing but his bed sheets. George let out a sad sigh. It wasn't as though he expected her to be there, but it was still disappointing. Since the sun had mostly risen and he was fully awake, George sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed the grogginess from his eyes, stretched his taut, muscular body, and pondered the nature of this mysterious woman.

George froze, remembering suddenly that he wasn't taut or muscular. He looked down and started grabbing parts of his body, feeling supple skin over ropey coils of solid muscle.  He poked, prodded, flexed, and stretched, wiggling his fingers and toes.  His body responded appropriately, and there wasn't one iota of pain.  He knew then that he had to be dreaming.  

But then he noticed the state of his room. To say that a hurricane had passed through wouldn't have been a stretch. The circular window remained shattered, and pools of rainwater soaked the floor. His posters had been torn down, and some of the ugly wallpaper was coming off in sheets. Anything lighter than a bowling ball was strewn haphazardly around the room. 

Suddenly, there was a movement to his right, and before he could react, his bed shifted as the girl from last night landed next to him.  

"Good morning, master!" said the woman in a chipper voice.

"Gyah!" cried George in surprise as he rolled off the bed away from her, crashing on the floor.

Dazed momentarily, George breathed heavily as he struggled to convince himself that what he'd just seen wasn't real. He grabbed his forehead and shook what he hoped was a moment of crazy from his foggy brain.

However, as soon as he chanced looking up, he saw the gloriously happy face of his dream girl smiling down at him over the edge of the bed. "Hi," she said, smiling brightly with her eyes.

George scrambled across the floor to get away from the intruder. His heart was thumping as the panic overtook his wits, and he hoped that as soon as he turned around, he'd have reclaimed his fortress of solitude. He jumped to his feet and looked toward the bed. And this time, it was empty.  

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and allowed himself to calm down. "Get a grip, George," he told himself. He scanned the room, looking for signs of her, but she seemed to have disappeared. "It's okay," he breathed. "You're not crazy…this is probably just a dream." He continued to peer around the disaster that was his room and mutter to himself for comfort. "Yeah… you're just having one of those sleep paralysis things…and your demon is a…"

But the girl was suddenly on him, and before he could cry out, she threw her arms around his neck and mashed her lips against his. "Mmmph!" he groaned. His senses were alive with her. He could smell the sweet jasmine in the air, taste her fresh breath against his tongue, and feel the flesh of her curvy hips mold against his hands. Any resistance he might have mustered melted into nothing, and his thoughts became blissfully quiet. George's cornered animal turned into a submissive puppy under the power of her embrace and the passion of her kiss. He had no idea how it happened, but when she let him go, he was lying on his bed with her on top. 

"There. That's better, huh?" she cooed.  

A million questions blitzed through George's thoughts, but he couldn't voice any of them over his mounting desire for more. The woman yelped in surprise when he pulled her into an even more intense kiss. He ran his hands over the skin of her back and her blue diaphanous dress. Her breasts squished into his chest, the flesh bulging from the sides of her slender frame. He hadn't had a spicy dream in a long time, and like a starving wolf, he forgot himself and indulged without restraint.  His bed had become a sea of desire in which George was happily drowning.  

But then, she ran her fingers through the white streak in his hair.  Deeply reinforced shame set off self-conscious alarms, forcing his annoyingly rational brain to turn back on and take charge of the situation.  There was a girl in his room, on his bed, making out with him like a horny teenager.

Despite his body's powerful need for her, George somehow broke away. "Wait, wait, wait…" he blathered and tried to push her away gently.

But the mysterious young woman had no such reservations. Despite his half-hearted attempts to bring reality back to his bedroom, she continued kissing his cheek, forehead, lips, and anywhere else she could reach. Between her quick smooches, she said, "I waited all night for you to wake up. I missed you so badly, but I'm not allowed to disturb the Master's Rest." He could feel her hot, needy pussy grinding against his shaft as she rolled her hips. "Please take me," she moaned in a lust-filled whisper. "I've waited so long. Please, Master."

That was the magic word that galvanized George into action. He had to make sense of this situation and fast. He rolled on top of her and pinned her wrists above her head. She struggled, but not to break free.  Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist and craned her neck to kiss him again, whining with need all the way.

"Stop," he ordered firmly.

She obeyed immediately. Though she didn't lose that lustful look in her eyes, she ceased her struggle and lay still. She pouted cutely and said, "Ooh, master, have I been a bad girl?"

"What?" he asked, befuddled. "N-No. I mean… just hold on a second."

Then, her expression changed from lustful to serious when she finally identified his confusion. Her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Oh, no!" And with a whoosh of the breeze, she turned into pink mist and disappeared, only to reappear with a puff of similarly sparkly smoke in the middle of the room.  

There, illuminated by the morning sun peeking through the broken window, stood the most beautiful woman George had ever seen. He'd only managed fleeting glimpses of her until then, but now he could appreciate her in all her glory. She stood about five and a half feet tall, with long feathery hair, golden brown in color like shiny cast bronze. Her exotic, upturned eyes were as blue as the summer sky. She had a delicate diamond-shaped face, with a tiny smattering of freckles and soft, kissable lips, as George could already attest. She had a slim but curvy figure, with a trim waist to her comparably wide hips. Her proportions seemed almost impossible, with healthy amounts of plump cushion where she needed it and none where she didn't. She was a delicate balance between every extreme and the picture of a happy, healthy, radiant young woman. She wore a silky, partially see-through garment in a style not unlike those worn by Hollywood's depiction of harem girls in ancient Middle Eastern cultures or, a more modern example, Japanese anime. It was as blue as her eyes and faded into pinks and purples at the edges. It left her shoulders and thighs bare, with a highly generous display of cleavage through a strategically cut window.

The mysterious beauty gave him an elaborate and graceful bow and said, "My apologies, Master. I didn't mean to be so eager. I just wanted to calm you down, but once you kissed me back… I may have forgotten myself. I await your punishment."

This did nothing to dispel his confusion. With a raised eyebrow, he said, "Punishment? Miss… I don't even know who you are."

In response, she dropped out of her bow with a crestfallen slump. "Shoot," she muttered as she rolled her eyes. "I practiced this all night, and now I'm mucking it up."  She sighed, flattened out a wrinkle in her dress, teased her fingers through her hair, and asked, "Could I try this again, Master? I had a whole thing prepared."

"Uh… sure?" he said cluelessly.

"Thanks."  She rolled her shoulders, shook out her hands, then fixed her posture and centered herself. "Okay, okay," she mumbled, then took a deep breath and began again. "Greetings, Master, and thank you for activating my vessel.  I am your humble Jinniya servant, bound to you by primordial law. And I am at your command."  She repeated her bow from earlier. "I am ready to join your harem, and I think, to that end, you'll find me highly useful. If you'd please direct me to it, I can begin my duties."

George swallowed a lump in his throat. "My…harem?"

"Mmm-hmm. I hoped to introduce myself to everyone before you awoke; get it all ready for you… but I couldn't find it.  I looked everywhere, too."

He blushed. "I don't have one of those."

"You don't?" she asked. George shook his head, and the beauty immediately relaxed. "Oh, thank goodness," she sighed. "I felt so stupid! I thought I'd lost an entire harem! Does that mean… I'm your first?"

"I guess…"

"EEEEE!" she squealed and bounced in place with explosive excitement. "Oh my gosh! This is even better than I hoped! I get to help build the harem from scratch!"

George was beginning to think they were talking past each other. Though utterly enchanted by her enthusiasm, he needed to return to the beginning again. "Wait, wait, wait… What's a Jinniya?"

"You know...a Jinniya," she said as if that was all she needed to say to clear up the confusion. But George just cocked his eyebrow and waited for her to clarify. Then she added, "Elemental? Immortal? Embodiment of raw magic?"  But each detail did little to help George. "Hmmm," she thought, "We grant wishes?"

"Oh," he said finally. "You mean like a genie?"

"A genie?" she held her chin in thought.  "Is that the word?"

"Yeah, like in the stories. They live in a magic lamp and grant three wishes."

She scoffed, "Only three? What kind of primordial cosmic being is that? No, no, no. There is no limit to the number of wishes you can make. I am empowered to serve you for all time if you allow it."

"Really?" he asked, taken aback.

"Uh-huh," she nodded cutely. "But Genie is close enough. There are, however, a few stipulations, rules, some quid pro quos, if you will. Shall I elaborate?"

George was utterly convinced that this was a dream—either that or some intricate prank by Connor and his goons. But if so, they had really outdone themselves this time. He indicated with a polite wave that she could continue.

"As you wish," she said happily. Then she blushed and added, "Oh, I like how that sounds. Ahem. Anyway, number one: I cannot return someone from the dead. The veil of death is a barrier that neither I nor anyone else can cross."

George felt an icy chill rush through him. He hadn't thought of his father until then, but she'd squashed any ideas he may have had to that effect before he'd entertained them. It was probably for the best, he thought.

She continued. "Item B: I cannot travel backward in time. I can only go forward at the usual rate… or perhaps slightly slower if the need arises."

"The usual rate? Like…what we're doing right now?"

"Yep," she chirped. "Time is kind of a jerk anyhow. It gets really pissy when it doesn't get its way.  Best to just let it do its thing."

"Naturally," he said, playing along.

"And lastly, cosmic edict 7-C sub-section epsilon: I may only grant wishes of a romantic or sexual nature. Any wish I grant must be in service to love, sex, or at least some kind of physical or emotional pleasure for someone… or pain if that's your thing."

That was enough for George. This wacky scenario had to be some kind of weird sex dream his perverted brain had cobbled together. "And I suppose you're here to fulfill all my wildest fantasies," he said sarcastically.

She flashed him a seductive look and stepped forward. "You opened my vessel and set me free. For that kindness, I would do anything."  

George cautiously leaned away from her.  "Anything?"

She nodded. "I was created to be the perfect companion for my master, to protect them, to bear them many healthy children, and to lead their harem."  When she reached George, she knelt between his legs and ran her soft hands over his thighs, making him shiver. Then she made her voice low and soothing, sending pleasant sensations down his spine. "Nothing would please me more than satisfying your every carnal desire, as often as you want, for as long as you wish."

George shifted nervously, her hungry look and sultry voice rendering him nearly helpless. If this was a dream, it was a very good dream. And if it were a prank, the punchline would be a doozy. He swallowed the lump in his throat once more and asked, "Connor didn't put you up to this, did he?"  She smiled gently and shook her head. "Lacy, then? Are you one of her friends?"

"Master, I don't even know who those people are, but I assure you, this is very real."  To illustrate her point, she massaged the tender space between his thighs. "I was set free by your desires, given flesh from your fantasies, and I exist in symbiotic harmony with your will."  Then she grinned and bobbed her head playfully.  "Which is a fancy way of saying that I look and act the way I do because it's what compliments you the best. I mean, just look at me. Am I not what you wished for?"

"Wish? What wish?"

"The one you made last night, silly. You said, quote, I wish for you to live, and so I do. The details were a little vague, and my vessel had to fill in some gaps here and there, but I think it did a good job. What do you think?"

It was true that she bore an uncanny resemblance to the girl he'd been seeing in his dreams for years. Everything about her seemed perfect, down to the most minute details, like the number of freckles on her nose and how the light refracted through her hair. Even her voice, though he'd never heard his dream girl say a word, matched her perfectly. It was as if someone had ripped her out of his unconscious mind. George retraced the events from the previous evening and mulled over the implications. It was all too much, and he kept expecting to wake up whenever she touched him.  

Sensing his distress, the woman frowned and asked, "Are you okay? The pain hasn't returned, has it?"

"No, I feel fine, I guess.  I… Wait, why am I okay? Why is the pain gone? And how do you know about it? Nobody else even believes me."

She stood, then climbed onto his lap, straddling his waist and resting her arms on his shoulders. "I told you last night.  Don't you remember? In order to save you from the curse, I had to become bound to you. Now that I am, unless something happens to separate us, which is extremely difficult, my magic will protect you and keep the curse at bay."

"You mean it's gone?" he whispered.  

She nodded. "It will never bother you again so long as I'm with you. I swear it."

George could hardly believe it. He'd lived so long with the pain gnawing away at his spirit; now it was as if it never existed. There was a sudden pang of overwhelming dread as he told himself it wasn't true. She was lying or mistaken. The pain would come back any moment. But then, it didn't. There was nothing but the chirping birds outside, the light from the sun, and the warmth flowing between him and his new companion.  

And then, he felt a new emotion he hadn't felt in ages. It came on him so strongly that it scared him. Like a prisoner in solitary confinement now breathing free air, he didn't know what to do with it. Happiness. Pure, unfettered, guilt-free happiness. He fought the urge to cry initially, but every moment without pain felt like the greatest gift.  

"May I hug you?" asked the beauty in his lap.

He stammered, "I… I'm not…I mean…why?"

"Because," she said, "you look like you could really use one, and… I'm brand new.  I've never hugged anyone before."

"O-Okay," he nodded without thinking.

She leaned in, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her body against him. "It's going to be okay," she whispered. "I know it's been hard, but I'm here to make it better."

George couldn't hold it back any longer. Tears fell down his cheeks, and his voice caught in his throat. "Can I hug you back?" he asked.

"Of course," she whispered.

With trembling hands, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her.  

She responded by clutching him even more tightly and spoke to him softly. "This is no dream. This is real. I'm here now. You're not alone."  They stayed that way for several minutes, allowing George to bask in the new sensation of well-being. And the longer they hugged, the more he believed her. Overwhelmed, George wept quietly, the usual negative voices silent. There was just him and his companion, holding each other. He'd never needed anything more than her in that moment.  

After a while, she pulled away just enough to look at him, her sparkling eyes alive with adoration. "Now that we've been properly acquainted, may I kiss you?"

He wiped his eyes and replied, "You don't need to do that."

She smiled and whispered, "Yes, I do."

Needing no further coaxing, George nodded, and the two leaned in for a slow, gentle kiss. He was blindsided before and did what came naturally. But this time, George was keenly aware of every subtle movement of her tongue, every taste of her lips, the heat from her breath, the moans from her throat. His heart fluttered, his spine tingled, and his toes curled. But gradually, those sensations drifted into the background until there was just her. It was a new, gloriously intimate connection he'd only read about, and it was so much better than he had imagined.

Making out with a pretty girl sitting in his lap had the expected reaction. She felt his cock harden for her and grinned. "I want you," she breathed.

And he wanted her right back. What he didn't want was to stop kissing her and merely groaned with approval. She leaned on him until he fell back into the bed. George was in an awkward position with his legs dangling off the side, but the entire bed seemed to shift under him to scoop him up to let him get comfortable. They rolled over so he was on top, making out as they went until her legs were locked around him like before. Only this time, George had no intention of slowing things down. He could feel the heat from her sex as she coaxed him into grinding against it, and he was harder than he'd ever been.

But then, they heard several loud knocks on his bedroom door, and the pair froze.

"George," called his mother, "are you up?"

He looked down at the beauty and realized he was not floating on a cloud made of fairy dust. He was in his room, in the house he shared with his mother, and he'd need to get ready for school soon. He tried to check the time and cursed when he realized his alarm clock had been chucked to the floor with the rest of his possessions. It was still barely plugged in and flashing twelve after being reset. He leaped off the beauty beneath him and started cleaning frantically.

"I'm up, Mom," he replied, "I'm just getting ready."

"Okay, well, come unlock your door. I have laundry for you."

George's eyes went wide. He turned to the woman and said, "You need to hide."

The young beauty didn't share his worry but complied enthusiastically nonetheless. She disappeared in a puff of pink smoke and reappeared in front of him with a pop, startling George and making him jump. But instead of hiding, her lust had the better of her, and she resumed kissing him while teasing the waistband of his pajamas. Despite George's panic, she managed to distract him quite easily, and the two were making out again amidst the chaos of his destroyed room.

"George, can you hurry up?" called his mom. "This basket's heavy!"

He groaned in frustration but managed to escape her clutches long enough to yell, "Coming!" 

Then, in a rushed whisper, he opened the door to his wardrobe and said, "In here, quickly. And please, be quiet."  It was an antique as old as the house and was large enough for an adult to stand inside.

The girl seemed amused as she hopped playfully into the wardrobe and motioned like she was zipping up her mouth.

Left alone in his room, George resumed picking up the mess, but it became obvious that this was a futile endeavor very quickly. The one thing he managed to do was shut the sphere in its box and shove it under his bed. George hurried down the stairs to the landing and mentally prepared himself. His only shot was keeping his mother out of his room, though he had no idea what to do afterward. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Jeez, there you are," said Jessica, her arms loaded with a basket full of his laundry. "What took so long? Were you having happy-fun-time?"

"N-No," he replied nervously. He was keenly aware that he was definitely having happy-fun-time, as they called it, but not like his mother would have expected.

"Sure, whatever you say. At ease, soldier."

George looked down, realized his pajamas were noticeably tented, and rolled his eyes in frustration and embarrassment.  

Being a nurse, Jessica had never been perturbed by the human body and all its silly inconveniences.  She merely chuckled and said, "Go on, get in the shower.  You're running late, and I can't drive you. I have to be online for a meeting in a bit."

"Right! Yes! School! That's a thing. Here, I'll take that, and you can get ready for your meeting."

But Jessica squeezed past him, saying, "Oh no, Buster, I'm not letting you hoard another laundry basket."  George followed close behind and winced when he heard her say, "Christ, George, would it kill you to pick up after yourself once in a while?"  

George was surprised this was all she had to say. She had to have noticed the torn wallpaper and wet floorboards.  But when George looked around, the room seemed much different than a few seconds ago. The damage had been completely undone. A few dirty clothes were lying around here and there, and his bed wasn't made, but other than that, the room looked just like before the woman appeared. Even the window was whole as if nothing had happened.

His mother put the basket next to his wardrobe and pulled out a few shirts. George had been distracted by the state of his room but stopped her from discovering the girl in his wardrobe just in time. "Mom, wait!" he said, panic-stricken.

She looked at him quizzically, "What?"

"Uh... I can put my stuff away; you can just…"

She gasped, "Oh, sweetheart, have you been crying? Aww, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't even notice. Did you have a bad night?"

"I… I'm okay. Actually, I feel great."

"Any pain?" she asked, cringing like she already knew the answer.

"No," he said, scarcely able to believe it himself. "Mom, I feel good. Really good. There's no pain at all."

Her face lit up, lifting George's spirits along with it. "That's wonderful!  Oh, George, I'm so glad! See, didn't I tell you those vitamins would help?"

"Yeah…yeah, you called it."

"Well, let's not slow the wheels of progress. Go get in the shower before you're late for school."  She didn't wait for further debate. Instead, she opened the wardrobe and set to work. 

  George had almost forgotten about the girl. While his mother wasn't especially conservative, even hinting that she wouldn't mind if he brought a girl home for 'happy-fun-time,' he wasn't keen on testing her limits, especially given how fast everything was moving.  The wardrobe doors seemed to creek open in slow motion, and George braced himself for the fallout.  However, the mysterious woman was nowhere to be found. 

Jessica continued her task and shooed him away. "Well, go on. I got this."  

To say that George was confused would have been an understatement, and he briefly wondered if he was going crazy. He moved swiftly to the third-floor bathroom, locked the door, and stopped to breathe. He counted himself lucky that the girl hadn't been discovered. However, now he was starting to question his sanity.  "What the hell is going on?" he asked himself.

But then, George caught his reflection in the mirror and saw an almost entirely different person looking back at him.

Instead of the chubby loser he was accustomed to looking at, the man in the mirror was lean and muscled. His usually pale skin was flawless with a subtle golden glow, his teeth were perfect, and his hair was full and shiny.  Even his mark of shame, the shock of dull white hair he'd always struggled to downplay, was now a metallic silver that caught the harsh bathroom lights.  He leaned in to inspect the reflection more closely and instinctively flexed his biceps, amazed at the definition. He looked like he'd been carved from marble and could barely recognize his own face.  While his deep brown eyes were familiar, his features were less round and more chiseled.  He looked much more like his father than he remembered or wanted to.

He stripped to get a better look at himself and practically gasped when he looked down. His thighs and calves looked tight and powerful, but George barely noticed them next to the size of his cock. He reached down to grab it with the intent to inspect it further. It was already mostly hard from his encounter with the mysterious beauty, and thinking about her only made him swell further. Without a ruler, he could only guess, but it was at least double the size in length and thickness. He couldn't help but give it a few strokes in the name of science and felt an intense pressure in his abdomen that shot straight down to his balls. He clenched instinctively, and a large drop of pre-cum dripped to the floor.

George released the beast and shook the lustful thoughts from his mind, knowing he was already close to being late. Instead, he entered the old tub/shower and stood under the water while contemplating his situation. Despite a strange and stressful morning, George felt okay. He was anxious but in response to actual events rather than torture-induced delusions. At least, he hoped the encounter with such an enchanting creature was real. However, his mother didn't seem to notice anything was amiss. He kept bouncing back and forth between insane reality and wild fantasy, and without his companion there to guide him, he already felt lost. But the pain was still gone, and that was good enough.

George knew he'd have to talk to this girl soon. He needed to know what was happening to him. If she decided to ride his huge rock-hard cock while doing so, all the better. Suddenly, he realized he was idly stroking himself and let go in frustration. There was no time for that now.

Then, as if his lust was enough to summon her, the girl appeared before him with a puff of pink smoke, naked and smiling.   

"Hi, Master," she said excitedly.

George jumped in surprise and yelled, "Holy shi..."

The girl quickly covered his mouth and said, "Hey, shhh. It's alright, Master. It's just me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Then, she took her hand off his mouth and stroked his cheek.

He peeked out of the shower curtain, and the door was still closed and locked. Then, turning back to her, he asked, "How did you get in here?"

She smiled brightly and said, "Oh, it was easy. While you were sleeping, I got a little bored, so I started rebuilding the local leylines. You know, in case we needed them. Now, I can use them to access the ethereal plane and move about unhindered.  I just slipped inside and made my way here. And don't worry, nobody can see or hear me but you, so we're all good."

She said this as if it were as simple as ordering a pizza. "You... rebuilt leylines?"

"Yep," she chirped. "Are you impressed?"

"Yes..." he let drag from his lips. He wasn't sure if he believed her enough to be impressed; worried was closer to the truth. "So, you can… turn invisible or…?"

"I can do anything as long as it gets me closer to you," she said with silly sweetness. She pressed her body against him, rubbing her taut, sexy stomach against his hard cock. "Don't you remember what I told you last night? I promised that you'd never be lonely again. So from now on, I'll only be a thought away."  She planted three wet smooches on him as she said, "My sweet... sexy... Master..."

George was overcome with arousal as her kiss lingered. He desperately wanted to follow her lead and give in to her completely. But he knew he didn't have time for it. Not to mention all the questions he had for her. George grabbed her arms and pushed her away gently. "I'm sorry, but I have to hurry. My mom's right. If I'm late again, I'll be in deep shit."

She pouted cutely and said, "Aww, but we were just getting to the good part."

"It's not you," he blathered, "I wish we had more time to fool around, but..."

Suddenly, the girl's gorgeous eyes flashed with pink light, and George felt a pleasant tingle shoot down his spine. Then, the water from the showerhead began to slow down as if it were being viewed through a high-speed camera.  

George was dumbstruck. "What's happening?" he asked.

"You wished for more time, Master," she said casually. "While I can't stop or reverse it, I can slow it down a teensy bit.  Now, we can take as much time as we need." 

"But…" he started.

But she pressed a finger to his lips to shoosh him and said, "Using my powers to please you is my purpose. All you have to do is make a wish, any time, any place, and I'll make it so." 

With a puff of pink smoke, she manifested an ornate glass bottle of shimmering liquid. "This is my own blend. Doesn't it smell nice?" she asked as she held the bottle to his nose.

"Yeah. Is that... strawberries?"

She giggled, "It smells like your favorite things. Want to know what it smells like for me?"

"Sure, what?"

"Fucking," she said in a husky voice.

George was initially shocked, but when she pulled away and gave him an exaggerated wink, he felt like she'd given him license to laugh. She laughed right along with him.

"That was really over the top, wasn't it," she said giggly.

"It was kinda silly, yeah," he said while chuckling.

"And you're cute when you laugh," she added.

He smiled bashfully. "So are you."

George was starting to get more comfortable now that the ice was broken. He was still confused, but his apprehension quickly evaporated into the shower's steamy mist. 

The young woman gently held up his hand and poured him a generous amount of the mysterious liquid. "There you go," she said, her voice low and soothing. Now, Master, would you be a good boy and rub me down?"

"You mean, like... touch you?" he asked hopefully.

She let the bottle go, and it floated in the air, drifting slowly around them.  

"Uh-huh," she nodded cutely. "You can touch me. Touch me any way you like."

The nervousness returned, but he was excited too. He lathered up his hands until they were frothy, reached under her breasts, and pushed upwards over her soft flesh.

She moaned and smiled. "I should have known you'd go for the boobs first," she mused. The woman closed her eyes and held on to his biceps.

George carefully kneaded and squeezed, his hands gliding near-frictionless over her nipples. "Is this okay?" he asked.

"That's really nice," she sighed.

Encouraged, George gave her a few more gentle squeezes and moved on to the rest of her body. His hands slid over her neck and shoulders, massaging her the best he could as he went. She chewed her lip and moaned under his care. The pleasant scent of the magic soap wafting through the mist intoxicated and distracted him from his anxious thoughts. He examined each hand, tracing the lines in her palms and fingertips. Finally, he instinctually brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them tenderly.

"Master, you're a natural," she breathed.

George grinned, happy knowing she enjoyed his touch. He continued his tour of her gorgeous curves by caressing her sides, down the valley of her waist, and over her wide hips. Then, he knelt before her, his eyes level with her cute belly button, and felt the undeniable urge to kiss it. So, he leaned forward and planted a loving smooch on her belly, the soap tasting just like real strawberries.

She giggled and moaned, running her fingers through his hair and hugging him close to her body. In response, George gave her more gentle kisses while firmly grasping her hips. Then, he began to kiss her lower and lower until he felt the light touch of her neatly trimmed pubic hair against his chin.

He pulled away from her slightly and was suddenly face to face with her mound. His hands automatically glided down her thick thighs and smooth calves while he stared at her pussy in awe. He'd seen a few in pictures, but they couldn't do her justice. While holding on to the back of her thigh, he softly cupped her sex. 

"That's it, Master," she moaned, "make sure you wash all my parts."

George looked up, and their eyes met. Her face flushed with arousal, and though he was sure he knew the answer, he asked anyway. "May I... kiss you? Down here?"

"You really want to?" she asked excitedly.

He nodded. "Please?"

"O-okay."  

With that, he eagerly dived in, putting his lips on hers and licking up and down her folds. But, of course, he had no idea what he was doing, so he did whatever felt natural. His partner's breathy moans were his only guide. Though, she seemed to enjoy everything he did.  

"You're a good boy, Master! You're so good to me!"

George wanted more.  He kissed and nibbled, then found her quivering hole with his soft tongue and probed it gently.  Giving her so much pleasure made him feel drunk with lust and power.  He guided her leg over his shoulder to get a better angle and drank from her slick channel.

The woman trembled as she moaned. Her gorgeous voice rang through the echoey bathroom in rapturous ecstasy. On shaky legs, she held onto the back of his head to steady herself, but it had the side effect of pulling him close until his nose was buried in her pussy. George reveled in the act and gladly let her use him for her own pleasure. He'd never felt so wanted.

"M-My clit, Master! Please, lick my clit!" she gasped.

Feeling a bit stupid for neglecting it until now, George quickly tongue fucked the swollen nub, and within a few short minutes, his face was being covered by a surge of her fluids. He lapped away at her quivering pussy and held her steady while she shouted for her Master.  

As she came down from her high, George stood back up, his cock dragging across her sudsy skin. He was unsure of what to do next. But she didn't let him stay awkward for long. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a steamy kiss.  The woman was alive with affection, and George could barely keep up with her barrage of passionate pecks and smooches. "Are you real," she gasped between kisses, "Is this really happening? You're my Master, right?"

"God, I hope so," he breathed. He held on to her as tight as he could, dreading the moment he'd wake up and forget her forever.

Then, she snatched the tiny bottle of soap out of the misty air and poured what looked like a gallon of the stuff all over her breasts. She looked hungry, desperate, and practically growled, "I'm gonna clean you up now, Master. First, I'm gonna rub my perfect fuckable body all over you. Then, I'm gonna stroke this fat cock and make you cum all over me."

George could only groan in response.

"I knew you'd say that," she quipped.

She pushed her pillowy breasts together and used them like a sponge, rubbing up and down his body, dragging her hard nipples over the contours of his new muscles, and lavishing him with her slippery curves. She purred and sighed as she worked, the act keeping her just as aroused as he was.

Before long, she was jacking his turgid member with quick, long strokes and playing with his bloated balls. "Oh my," she giggled, "I must have teased you a little too much this morning. You've got a really big one in there, don't you? When was the last time you came?"

The pleasure surging through him made it hard to think. "Uh… a couple of years, I think."

"What?! No wonder you're so jumpy. I couldn't even wait for you to wake up."  Her pace increased. She rapidly twisted her wrists around the tip in tight circles, pushing George to the edge with ruthless efficiency. "This must be the curse's doing. You poor thing."  She gazed up at him with lustful determination and said, "I'd love to take my time and savor this, but you've been teased long enough. I'm gonna make up for two years of lost orgasms right now. It's gonna be a lot, but I got you. Just let it out when you're ready. Okay, Master?"

George could only nod. She wasn't going to have to wait long.  

"You can let it all out, Master. You're gonna shoot and shoot and shoot. And you're gonna get it all over me. Would you like that, Master? You wanna shoot the biggest load of your life all over your sexy servant?"

He let out a deep, animalistic groan in response.  

"Do it. Please, Master. Shoot it all over me. Mark me as yours with your big creamy load! Cum for me, Master!"  

With a roar, his semen rocketed forth, coating his lovely partner's face and tits with thick, ropey globs. The intense pressure in his abdomen filled his entire body with surges of orgasmic force. Rope after rope of cum splashed across her beautiful face, seemingly unending. His companion mewled and giggled, then locked her lips around the tip to drink directly from the source, adding a new dimension to his pleasure. She gulped it down hungrily while she played with her clit. When she'd had her fill, she cupped his convulsing testicles, teasing even more milky seed from them. George didn't have the presence of mind to wonder where it was all coming from. His entire world was the pathway between the tip of his cock up to his brain and back again.

After either a few minutes or a few thousand years, George couldn't tell which, the thrill ride eventually ended. George used the wall to brace himself as he basked in the post-nut euphoria.

"Master, wow," the Genie marveled, "you really did get it all over me."  She giggled, "It's even in my hair."  Then, using his rigid boner like a spoon, she scooped up the sperm from her cheeks and forehead and brought it to her mouth. "Mmm, my Master's cum. So good..."  And just like that, his cock was back in her mouth, filling the room with the sounds of her lewd, sloppy slurps.

After enduring an earth-shattering orgasm two years in the making, he thought he might be spent. But that was not the case. He was just as hard and throbbing as he was before. If anything, he was even more energized and ready for action. Watching his companion, covered in cum and shoving more of his extra-long cock into her mouth, was only making him more excited.

Suddenly, the water flow returned to normal as time caught up with them. They both jumped when his mother knocked on the door, and George worried they'd been too loud.  

"Hurry up in there, George!" she called.  "Don't forget you're on probation!"

"Coming!" he called back.  If she had any idea of what was going on, Jessica wasn't showing it yet.  Though, she'd always been direct with him.  If she had caught them, George figured he would definitely know.

The Genie pouted cutely, "I guess your wish has been granted."

He laughed, "I guess so. Are you okay?"

She nodded happily, "I am very okay. You?"

"Surprisingly, yes," he quipped. But then he thought that might have sounded rude and quickly corrected himself. "I mean, I'm not surprised that you… I mean, I am surprised, but in a good way."

"I know what you mean, don't worry," she smiled. "We're going to have so much fun together, Master. I'm going to fill your harem with lots and lots of lovely women and keep them healthy and happy and ready for you whenever you want. And when you've exhausted them, you'll always have me."

Another loud bang on the door snapped them back to reality. "George!" called his mom, "Come on, let's go!"

He sighed. "Sorry, Mom," he said as he turned off the water.

George turned back to the beauty on her knees before him. She said, "It's okay, Master. I'll see you soon."  She gave him a wink and then disappeared in a cloud of sparkling mist.

Now, in the shower by himself, George just shook his head. "I am definitely going crazy."

He hurried through the rest of his morning ritual, though he didn't seem to need it.  With their vigorous shower-time activities, George would have expected to need another shower.  But he was perfectly clean with fresh breath and nary a stray hair out of place.  Even his pubic hair was trimmed, something he'd only tried a few times and definitely not something he'd done lately.  There wasn't even any mess in the tub.  There was no evidence that their encounter occurred aside from George's vivid memories of it.  

Back in his room, the beauty was gone, but he didn't have time to indulge himself anyway. Instead, he dug through his wardrobe for clean clothes and grabbed his favorite faded blue hoodie. He liked it most, not for the color but for its size. Most clothing felt too tight and made him feel exposed. But the hoodie was oversized enough even for him to get lost in. However, this time, it wasn't too big. It fit him perfectly like it had been tailored just for him. The same was true for his jeans and black t-shirt; everything smelled fantastic. Even his sneakers fit better, making him wonder if he'd been wearing the wrong size all these years.

He bound down the stairs with more energy than he'd ever had. He even slid down the banister on the last set of stairs because his feet weren't fast enough, something he hadn't done since he was little.  

Jessica was nursing a cup of tea in front of her laptop at the kitchen table, still in her scrubs from the previous night. She looked a little peppier than she usually did this time of day. Most days, she got home sometime in the small morning hours and waited to go to sleep until after George had left for school. She brightened when she noticed him. "There he is. What a handsome boy. Just look at him," she said comically. Though George knew she was being sincere.  

He blushed, "Thanks. I feel pretty good."

She smiled, "There's a fresh pot of coffee if you want some. I was gonna make breakfast, but we're out of time, silly."

He shrugged, "That's okay. I'm not that hungry. I should be good till lunch."

"Ooh, wait!"  She got up and trotted to the pantry. When she returned, she tossed him a small package of his favorite cookies. "Just in case there's a snack emergency.  Can't have you going hungry."

He smiled as he stored the cookies away in his backpack.

"It's so nice to see you smile, George. You have no idea."  Her phone rang, and she fished it out of her pocket. She frowned when she saw the caller's name appear. "Goddamit, what does he want now?" she cursed. "Get out of here, George. And don't come back till you've learned something."  

George smiled at the old joke between the two of them, then set a quick pace on his way to school.  

The day was off to a beautiful start. It was still damp everywhere, but the clouds were gone, and the early morning sun was shining warmly across the town of Stafford. George usually didn't notice things like this. Lately, every day seemed dark and gray, like the colors had been sucked out of the world. But now, everything looked vibrant and alive, especially with the maples in all their resplendent autumnal glory. The world glistened from yesterday's rain, the air heavy with humidity and heady with earthy scents. He could pick out and isolate every individual bird, every song playing too loudly in a passing car. It was like a symphony, with even discordant notes serving a purpose.

The only thing missing now was his new companion. And just as he began wondering where she could have gone, he looked to his left, and there she was, walking beside him. George jumped, not expecting anyone to be there.  

She giggled mischievously. "I was wondering how long it would take you to notice me," she mused.

George clutched his chest as the adrenaline worked its way out of his system. "How long have you been there?" he asked.

"A few minutes. You looked like you were having a moment of whimsy, and I didn't want to ruin it."  She scanned her surroundings excitedly and said, "It's so beautiful! I didn't know what to expect, but…" Then she gasped as they passed a birdbath with a single finch bopping around the edge. She disappeared with a pop and reappeared next to the bird. "It's so cute!" she squealed. The bird carried on with its bath, seemingly oblivious to her.

Amused, George admired her while she was briefly distracted. She had cleaned up since their encounter in the shower and wore a flowy yellow sundress with pink sneakers. Her long brown hair hung loosely around her frame, making her look innocent and wild.  

She caught him staring and blushed. "What?" she asked.

George looked away, embarrassed. "Nothing," he said. "Just never seen anyone so excited to see a bird."

She reappeared next to him and said, "Sorry. This is the first time I've seen the world outside my vessel. It's so much more wonderful than I hoped."

They resumed their walk with the Genie bouncing along beside him. George asked, "Your vessel? You mean the orb?  How long were you in there?"

"It depends. If you're talking about the being next to you right now, I've never been inside it. If you're talking about the potential that I used to be, I don't know. Probably since the beginning."

"The beginning?"

"Of the universe."  Suddenly, she grasped his arm and pointed at a patch of grass nearby. "Oh my gosh! A bunny! Look, Master, look!"

She spotted a large hare sitting very still as it eyed George and wondered if it should bolt. But George hardly cared about the adorable varmint. "Wait, wait, wait. So you're as old as the universe?"

She calmed herself as it was evident that George wanted a serious conversation. "Sorry. I suppose I shouldn't be so flippant about all this. And there are a few things we should probably go over, such as the curse."

"The curse," he repeated. "That's probably really bad, huh?"

"Nothing to worry about! Everything is under control! But you should be aware of it in any case."  She cleared her throat and began. "Last night, you took your rightful place as my Master, and we became bound to each other. Of course, that means a lot of different things, but for now, all you need to know is that I can protect you from anything. Injury, disease, and even death. And if there was some magical interference, I should be able to deal with that, too.  But this curse…"  She frowned, and her tone shifted towards grim resignation.  "It's way more insidious and powerful than even I expected. It affects everything. You're body, your mind, the people around you. It's like this hungry void that feeds on joy to the point where you can't even perceive happiness, let alone feel it. And when starved of joy, it feeds on you."

George listened intently, practicing radical acceptance, hoping that things would all make sense in time.  "Is that where the pain came from?"

She nodded. "And even worse than that, it alters the perception of those around you. They see you in the worst possible light. Not even your mother is safe. It wants you to suffer and die alone, in agony. And it almost succeeded."

Awestruck, all George could say was, "Fuck…" Once it had adequately sunk in, he said, "Well, It's a good thing you got rid of it."

George watched her wring her hands as she spoke. "I…tried. I really did. I wanted to, but...the harder I tried, the more it tightened its grip. If I destroyed the curse, I'd have destroyed you. The best I could do was suppress it. I'm sorry."

It wasn't the response he wanted, but she'd had more success than the myriad of healthcare professionals who'd tried.  George could tell the young woman was ashamed, but all he felt was gratitude.  "Please don't apologize. I should be thanking you if anything.  Wait…" He stopped walking suddenly and took her hand gently.  Though awkward, George needed to say it for himself, if not for her.  "Thank you for saving me. And for…everything else. I thought I was a goner, and you… Well, what I mean to say is, thank you."

Her cheeks reddened cutely with embarrassment.  "Aww, shucks," she said, unable to hide her grin.  "You're welcome.  And I promise that as long as I'm with you, I can keep the curse at bay.  Nothing can harm you while I'm around."

The calm determination in her eyes was humbling. George looked away nervously and said, "You make it sound like I'm invincible or something."

But she didn't waver. "I don't know about invincible, but I can assure you that unless something happens, you may live for as long as you wish to live and in a manner of your choosing."

George took a half step back, his mind blown. This was starting to get very heavy as another incredible revelation hit him. While preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn't notice a school bus approaching behind him, nor the enormous puddle in the street. He had only fractions of a second to react. However, George didn't even have to move. The water curled around him as it hit an invisible barrier, leaving everything soaked with leftover rainwater except for him.

The bus sped on by without a care, and the Genie commented, "What an asshole." Then she turned to George and asked," You okay, Master?"

"Yeah... sorry. I was spacing out."

"No problem," she chirped. But George was still reeling. "Is everything alright?" she asked carefully.

"I don't know," he mumbled. "It should be, but…the way you describe it... I'm essentially immortal."

She beamed brightly at him, "Correct."

"Christ," he groaned.

She shrank. "Does that not please you?"

"It's hard to explain. Um…” He looked down at his feet and shuffled nervously. "It's just that yesterday, I was hoping…that it would be over soon. And now you're telling me everything will be perfect forever, and we'll never die? I-I don't know."

She put a hand on his shoulder. "I know it's a lot to take in. I'll admit… It's weird for me, too. Not the immortality part, but the whole consciousness thing. I keep thinking that none of this is real.  I'm still in my vessel, and this is all just some kind of…experiment. And I wasn't expecting my Master to be so…so…"

"Lame?"

"I was gonna say timid."

He shrugged, "Same thing."

"I don't mean it as a slight. Quite the opposite. I thought I would be in the possession of a powerful person of means with a vast army, loyal subjects, and a harem already full of concubines. The kind of person that hardly needs power like mine. Instead, I'm bound to a kind young man with problems, sure, but who thinks of my pleasure before his own. And the way you look at me, I…" She paused as her voice began to crack. She had to take a moment to collect herself before saying, finally, "I love the way you look at me."

They exchanged glances, and George couldn't help but let out a bashful grin.  

"There, like that," she beamed.    

He switched topics before he got too embarrassed. "So, um, what do I call you?"

"You may call me whatever you like, Master," she said, swaying cutely.

He chuckled, "Okay, but what's your name?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't have a name." Then she tapped his chest and added, "That's actually your responsibility."

George immediately thought of one of his many computer games, where he would make an avatar and give them a name. He had a few that he used regularly but decided against naming her after a character in a video game. Then he thought about getting clever and using a derivative of Genie or djinn, like Jen or Ginny. But that didn't really resonate with him either.  

"Do you have any preferences?" he asked.

"Oh, gosh, I couldn't choose. I'd change it every hour. I'd rather you pick."

"Hmm, I'll have to think about it. Can I call you Genie in the meantime? Just until we get you a proper name."

"Sure!  Although, that's a bit like me calling you Human."

He chuckled. "I know. We won't let it stick, I promise."

"Cool," she chirped.

"Okay then, Genie…what do we do now?"

"I believe we were going to school?"

Stafford Regional High School loomed beyond the acres of athletic fields. Its brown brick exterior contrasted with the Black and Purple signage announcing the week's Friday night football game, "Stafford Dragons vs. Mountain Lake Wildcats. Free Admission For Students". Cars and buses filled with other students sped past him. He thought it ironic that yesterday, he would have done anything to escape it, and now he was heading directly for a place where he was actively disliked by all. Yet, strangely, Stafford Regional didn't look as foreboding as he remembered. 

"Right…school," he sighed. "No big deal, just a few immortal beings going to school."

"Yep! Supes normal," she replied.  "We should keep things as normal as possible for now, I think. I'll stay hidden, but if you want to talk to me…" Suddenly, George felt her voice echoing softly through his mind. "I'm only a thought away."

He took a deep breath and marched forward.  And with dramatic flair, he said, "Come, noble Genie. Let us journey forth to adventure!"  The silliness helped to calm his nerves.

She raised her fist to the sky and shouted, "Adventure!"