"Wow," my friend said, admiring my new top-heavy form, "You really are a girl now, and a blessed one at that." "You can thank Fred for that one," I murmured, still not used to the weight on my chest that kept trying to topple me. "What do you mean? And where is he anyways?" He asked, reaching out and poking my huge breast, pulling back when he felt it quiver at his touch, "Well, about that."
A fact that everyone knows is that, no matter the media, genies are usually devious spirits, trying to grant you your wishes in the most unexpected ways. A fact that Fred apparently never had the brain to comprehend, because when he showed me the bronze oil lamp he found when he was clearing out his grandfather's garage, he immediately rubbed it, letting the djinn out. The genie did its stereotypical spiel about how it was giving Fred three wishes and other jargon it was probably forced to say, then it looked at the two shocked men who were surprised to see it was real.
I turned to Fred, my mind already racing with ways to ask for stuff that couldn't be twisted, but before I could open my mouth, Fred spoke. "I wish I had a smoking hot girlfriend!" He blurted, causing my hands to drop to my sides in a movement of surrender to his stupidity. The moment didn't last long, however, as the genie snapped, smoke pouring from the lamp and circling me. "W-what the hell!" I said as I was picked up by the cloud. "I cannot create life," the djinn told me as my vision was covered by the smoke, "But I can change it."
My body started to feel lighter, as if I myself were getting smaller. My hair swirled in the tornado of magic, growing as it was pulled into the gale, changing in hue to black with a blue undertone. My waist cinched inwards, knocking the breath out of me in a feminine gasp. My hips contrasted this change, growing wider with a loud crack. The feeling of something flowing filled my body, coalescing in my rear and chest. I moaned and groaned as fat filled my ass, packing soft flesh onto my wide hips until I had a perfectly bubbly butt. My chest took its turn, inflating with each breath I took with soft fat until I had a rack of perky tits, hardly bound by my unfitting shirt.
I was dropped to the ground unceremoniously, falling onto my padded ass with an audible "Oof." Fred stared at me, eyes wide with both surprise and lust. "Fred, you idiot!" I shouted, my voice more cute than intimidating, "You're supposed to be careful with your wording!" "I wish her tits were bigger!" Fred told the genie, ignoring my anger. The genie snapped his fingers as more smoke wrapped around my chest. A tendril sprouted from the cloud, reaching over and grabbing hold of Fred. He didn't have time to shout before he was yanked into my chest, his body instantly turned into more mass, tearing my shirt and letting my boobs hang free.
"What did I just tell you!" I yelled at my own chest, baffled by my friend-turned-tits stupidity, "Wish to turn us both back to normal!" My chest trembled, the jiggling sending unwanted arousal down my spine as Fred tried to speak. "It seems the one I owed the wishes to is no longer able to request them," the genie said, a smirk on his face, "In that event, I am no longer obligated to grant them." My face dropped as the genie gave a sarcastic wave before disappearing into the lamp, leaving me as a girl and Fred as nothing but boob fat that was trying its hardest to make me horny.