Mismatch Wish - Part Two

I'm thrown back into my seat, my whole body pinned into the cushions as wisps of purple mist begin to wrap around me.

"I'll try to make it as normal as possible" Amira explains, her visage soon disappearing from view as I find myself entombed in the reddish-purple smoke. "No monkey's paws, no sudden unexplained changes people will notice.

I open my mouth to say something, only for a thickly perfumed plume of smoke to rush in to fill the void inside.

I hear some papers rustle as Amira reads the three wishes from her collection before muttering "I suppose these ones will be fine." Her voice shakes a little with uncertainty, wavering like the flimsy sheets of paper in her hand. She begins to mutter something under her breath, the sound of her words falling away as they're soon overwhelmed by the crackling of bones.

"Let's see... I wish that I..."

In an instant the smoke, both inside my mouth and lungs as well as that encasing me, seems to turn solid. I feel my body begin to be pressed from inside and out, my organs shifting and body breaking under the constant forceful pressure. It's as though a series of belts are being pulled tight around my body, my waist quickly cinching inwards as my arms and legs soon follow.

The pressure eases off at my chest and hips, the sudden relaxation causing my cramped and overly compressed body to seep into the gaps. I feel like my insides are made jello, easily shifting and oozing around inside of me as the smoke pushes and pulls at my aching form.

I feel broken as my arms and legs crunch loudly, the sound reverberating through my whole body as I lose inch after inch of height. As the pain reaches an unbearable point I feel some of the warm haze creep into my ear, the second it squirms into my skull the pain suddenly dissipates as though it was never there.

The smoke maintains its hold around my brain, gripping my mind to hold back the worst effects of the rapidly occurring changes. Pins and needles cover my skin, my back and chest quickly becoming covered in pin-pricks as I try my best to squirm free from the grip of a Jasmine-scented cacoon I had found myself in.

Before long I feel the smoke redouble it's grip around my body, holding me tightly and acting as a mold for my otherwise limp and oozing form. The pillar of smoke running down my throat begins to branch out, filling out my body with tiny root-like tendrils. The tiny rivers of heat passing down my gulet soon reaches my soft weak muscles before quickly penetrating deep inside of them. My whole body convulses as shocks of electricity begin to assault every muscle in my whole body, the smoke doing all it can to pin me in place as each and every muscle fiber inside me begins to twitch in unison.

It feels like it goes on for an eternity, the muscles inside me firming up more and more by the second while never reaching the point the wish demanded. They soon go from merely being back to normal to growing in size and strength, the smoke seeming to quiver as it struggles against my powerful convulsing form.

Sweat covers my whole body, what little breath I could get out leaving in desperate exhausted gasps. My mind begins to go blank, the need for rest and sleep soon overtaking the fear and discomfort as hundred or thousands of hours of exercise are forced upon me in a matter of minutes.

Thankfully, before I can pass out I feel the convulsions stop. The wiry tendrils filling me from the inside slowly begin to retract, worming their way back up to my chest as the mass filling my lungs begin to slowly ease itself out of my gaping maw.

The smoke surrounding me begins to ease off too, my whole body falling limp without the support of the entombing mist holding me in place. Collapsing back I find myself hitting the back of the couch before slumping over to the side, my body breaking through the smoke as the light of my room begins to sting at my eyes.

A massive weight on my chest shakes as I impact with the cushion beneath me, my body and senses seeming to extend well out in front of me. A sweaty damp heat begins to rapidly form around my newly expanded form, the gaps where skin meets skin becoming almost uncomfortably sweaty as I pant on the sofa.

Whimpering softly an unfamiliar voice reaches my ears. Dark and smooth, smokey yet feminine. My heart rate spikes, the tiredness quickly dying down as it's soon replaced with the animalistic need for fight or flight.

My eyes dart around, my tongue lolling out the side of my mouth as the green sofa cushion absorbs the soft dribbling drool from the side of my mouth. Amira stands looking between me and the notes in her hand, assessing her handy work as she tries to work out if anything more is needed.

The room itself is similar yet different, the once tiny and cozy room appearing a decent amount bigger and with new things around it that certainly weren't mine. My usual shelves appear right where they should be, flanking my TV and games consoles, however now they are filled with books I simply didn't recognize.

Various artworks adorn the pale blue walls, each one appearing handmade and in various styles. Some were rather nice, showing nice pastoral and landscape scenes, denoted by being professionally framed.

A coat rack sits just at the corner of my vision, a heavy leather jacket sitting just barely within view. A pair of thick black boots rest at the foot of the wooden rack, the stylish shoes only marred by being caked in mud.

"Let's see..." Amira the Genie muses, pointing at me again as my former prison begins to creep back towards me.

"St...stop..." I wheeze, my abdominal muscles aching after their involuntary workout mere moments ago.

"Don't be such a baby" grumbles the impatient genie as she pouts at me "we're nearly done, just...stay...still"

The smoke rapidly creeps into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I feel it slither its way inside my skull once more, poking and prodding at my brain from inside my head. Soon it finds its mark, burrowing in deep as I feel my muscles twitch and quiver as some sort of knowledge is forcefully ingrained into my muscle memory.

I watch as the smoke branches out around the room, reaching the boots and the jacket before the reddish-purple mist bridges me with them. There is a sudden spark in my chest, my skin tingling as I see the clothes shimmer.

The smoke soon pulls itself free from my ear, brushing past my hair as some strands of deep silky black hair fall into my vision. For a moment I'm distracted by the hair, barely noticing as Amira pools her magically smog together in her palm as she ponders one of the pieces of paper.

"How should..." she mutters, chewing at her lips as she glances between me and the note. Finally, a smirk creeps across her lips as she stares down at my chest knowingly. "Oh... that'll work."

With a point of her finger two snake-like bolts of smoke erupt from the bundle in her hand, the tendrils slithering through the air before reaching down to my chest. My gaze follows them, my eyes going wide as I find myself staring at a massive perky set of breasts pool beside me on the couch. The pale orbs are immense, or at least appear so as they lay spreading out across the couch cushion. Subtle blue veins appear through the ghostly pale flesh, a tiny set of areolas and perky nipples resting at the end of the large mounds.

I watch in terror as the smoke reaches them, gripping my nipples before pouring inside the heavy jiggling masses. My skin aches with the pressure from the smog's intrusion, the already overly large rack attached to my chest bulging for a moment as the smoke worms its way through the thick tissue within.

Suddenly, the train of smoke cuts itself off from the central mass. The severed tails of the magical essence whip around wildly like a frenzied animal, the long trails growing shorter and shorter as the smoke fills my tits more and more. The taut pale flesh begins to shimmer and glow warmly, a glimmering sparkling sheen overtaking them as the pressure begins to subside.

Before long the shimmer seems to vanish as well, leaving the large sweaty breasts looking as normal as the intrusive mounds could.

I'm snapped back to reality by the sound of excited clapping, my gaze shifting up to Amira as she giddily throws the three pieces of paper into the air.

"Done, three more down" she coos, looking down at me with a grin. "And there was a pretty hold one in there too, how did I miss that one" she muses, scratching at her head as she stares at the one piece of yellowed parchment on the ground.

Groaning loudly I shift in the seat, rolling slightly as I try to reach the edge of the couch. In one painful motion I swing my legs over the edge, my hairless skin gliding over the worn material of the couch. The sound of glass hitting glass rings out through the room, my delicate feet meeting the cold touch of a bottle as it rolls away from me.

For a moment I think sitting up will be impossible, my aching muscles and my heavy chest seeming to make the challenge insurmountable. However, as I place on arm beneath me I find myself easily heaving my body up in one swift motion as my powerful muscles make light work of the act.

A mop of sweaty black hair tumbles in front of me, the salty funky scent of my sweat-covered body causing my nose to curl up. I feel the massive weight of my chest tug at me, my lower back and shoulder quickly flexing to handle the shifting weight.

My head slumps forward, my view of my lower body largely being filled by the massive heaving bust beneath me. While flattened as I had laid on my side, the large perky mounds seem far more well-shaped as I let them naturally hang. The large bulbous teardrops separate by just a little bit, allowing me to see the intricate pattern of black ink running up from the bottom of my ribs and up to my sternum.

What little I can see of my stomach leave my jaw on the floor, the slim stomach and slender narrow waist being covered with tight visible muscles. The sweat leaves my pale skin glistening, my gorgeous six-pack twitching with each ragged painful breath. A wide set of hips flare out beneath me, a set of athletic and power legs stemming beneath them before hanging limply over the edge of the couch.

"Wha..." I begin to croak, devolving into pained coughs as I feel my dry throat ache from the smokey intrusion.

My eyes dart over to the pieces of paper laying on the floor, the edges of each one appearing to sizzle and burn after their wishes had been made.

'I wish I had more "big tiddy goth gf" vibes' reads a note drafted in paint on a small piece of canvas, the writing appearing to be done with a great deal of artistic flare.

'Ich wanÞ bihofþe bæ ain ā̆thel-man' reads an extremely old and well-worn piece of parchment, the words meaning nothing to me no matter how much I read them.

'I wish I could always get out of any trouble, ya know, never have to deal with stuff I don't want' rambles a note written on a torn piece of paper from a school book.

"It's been a while since I had to read middle..." Amira begins to chuckle, watching as the aging parchment suddenly bursts into purple flames. She jumps a little at the sudden bout of fire, seemingly not expecting it. "Oh, those older ones sure..."

"What did you..." I groan, slowly stumbling up to my feet as my powerful legs shake beneath me. I feel my muscles flex beneath me, the sheer strength in the tight taut limbs coming through in the fact I could even stand after the assault my body had experienced.

"Well that's simple..." Amira chuckles, waving her hand as the parchment is smothered before the fire could spread to the hardwood floor or the nearby rug. She reaches out, poking her slender olive-toned finger into the soft supple flesh on my chest. "I can't believe I had to learn what a 'big tiddy goth gf' was, but I think I did I good job with that.

My lips quiver as I stare down at the small floating woman, the giddy young genie soon pawing at my chest as she squeezes the yielding mounds playfully.

"Wide hips, tattooed, pierced, black hair, and massive fucking..." she chuckles to herself, trailing off as I swat at her with one of my hands. I wince as I feel my upper arm brush against the side of the voluminous flesh, the massive orbs on my chest jiggling for well after the impact.

My hand easily forces the genie to stop, the heavy smack forcing her to withdraw her hands as she rubs the rapidly reddening mark. Looking down I notice my slender hand is covered in callouses and hand-made metal rings, my nails appearing to be kept meticulously short.

"Ow ow ow..." Amira whimpers, summoning a section of smoke that coils around her aching arm. "Maybe I overdid it on your..."

"Why am I so..." I blurt out, my eyes trailing over to my arm as I spy my slender yet rather muscular frame. More tattoos trail up and down my upper arm, carefully planned to be hidden beneath more heavy clothing. A beautiful image of a woman rests on my right upper arm, back by a colorful diamond-shaped background in the style of a stained glass window that reaches around to cover my bulging bicep.

"Strong?" Amira grumbles, pulling the smoke away to check the mark on her arm. "You can't be a knight without..."

"Knight?!" I shout, my gaze snapping back to her.

Looking around the room I freeze up, my eyes locking to the pile of steel and leather sitting on the other side of the coat rack. Heavy plates of metal and studded leather bands sit atop a loose heavy looking padded tunic. Slight dents and pits line the cuirass, the plate greaves and gauntlets each covered in dirt and scrapes from combat.

"Aethel-man" the young genie states, her accent shifting to one so far removed from the modern day it makes the words even more unrecognizable. She looks at me expectantly, as though those words were meant to have some meaning to me.

"I... I don't..." I whimper, turning my gaze back over to her from the pile of armor in the corner.

"Knight... well it's a little more than that..." she explains, shaking her head as though I was an idiot for not knowing. "But she meant knight when she made that wish, do you know how hard it was to make that wish work today?"

"She?!" I squeal, taking my first stumbling set towards Amira as I feel my chest shake and my wide hips rock. "Is that why..."

"No no no" the genie quickly interjects, holding up her hands. "That was to make you a 'goth gf'... That does mean girlfriend right?"

I ball up my fists glaring down at the genie as I realize I'm still somewhat taller than the floating young woman before me. "Change. Me..." I growl, the menace clear in my dark feminine voice.

"Back? I can't, you only get three..." She responds, creeping closer to the lamp for safety.

"These aren't my wi..." I shout back, staggering and falling to one knee as I feel my aching muscles give out.

"But they're still good wishes though" Amira chirps nervously, looking down at me as she seems to feel a little safer with me on the floor rather than looming over her. "You look great, you're fit and strong, you own land as a knight should, and don't get me started on... I didn't have to give you..."

"What are you..." I huff, straining as I pull myself back to my feet. Catching my reflection in the glass pane of one of the framed paintings my eyes go wide, the partial sight of my naked body throwing me off as I quickly try to cover myself up.

"I gave you some magic... just a teeny tiny bit" Amira explains, shifting to be above the lamp. "You'll never get sick if you don't want to, just some basic good luck, and those things will get you out of any trouble. Just show a little skin and your problems will..." she tries to explain, pointing at my massive bust.

Her sentence falls short as I lunge at her, the small genie vanishing in a heartbeat as she dives back into the lamp with a burst of smoke. Without a target for the lunge I go crashing into the sofa, the loud impact reverberating through the house as I tumble to the floor.

The bottles beside the couch rattle and roll once again, the sight of a nice bottle of Cabernet spinning out into view as I wheeze on the floor. My chest aches from falling onto it, every fiber of my being burning from exertion after all that had happened.

"Okay, you're mad, but..." comes a tiny voice from inside the lamp, the sound barely audible even inches from the brass antique.

"Honey?!" Calls a voice from somewhere in my home. My head tilts up as I blow the matted hair from my face. My blood runs cold, the sound of the approaching footsteps reinvigorating me and demanding my body to flee.

As I look up from the floor, my chest pooling out beneath me and my naked body on full display, I watch as the owner of the voice rounds the corner and my gaze falls on a...