A Boy and his Genie - Chapter 02

 

Matt was woken up the next morning by the sound of his alarm clock, telling him it was time for him to get up for school. Matt groaned, and rolled over to look at his clock.

“Master, do you wish for me to end that noise? It would seem to be annoying you.” Matt sat up, and saw Lumiosa sat down on the chair.


“Uh…sure,” he replied, and the alarm noise immediately cut out.


“Did you sleep well, Master?” She asked him.


“Yeah…I didn’t summon you, did I?”

Charlotte, part 1: Awakening

(11,114 words)
(femdom, omnipotence, various physical transformations, mind control, corruption)

(Author's note:
This story is about someone who, upon gaining her power, loses the ability to empathize with others and becomes controlling and cruel. If that doesn't sound good to you, I don't recommend that you read it.)

 

“Do you have an ibuprofen?”

“Sure, hang on.”

That Time I Died

 

I was unpopular for my whole life. 18 years of being mocked by the other kids. I was unattractive, overweight, and a virgin. I had no particular reason to be popular. Of course, I had friends, but we mostly wallowed in our unpopularity together. On this particular day, which I will remember for the rest of my existence, myself (Jamie) and my friends Mark and Peter were sat on the coach on the way back to school. A-Levels were over, and the whole of Year 13 had been on a week-long trip to celebrate. Mark and Peter were having a Pokémon battle, while I sat and watched.

A Boy and his Genie - Chapter 01

 

Matthew Evans, “Matt” to his friends, was a virgin. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but it was true. At 18, he was full of hormones, which he unfortunately only got to deal with by masturbation, his penis having never felt the touch of a girl. Fortunately his two best friends, Max and Sam, were also virgins, so the three of them bonded over their lack of sex lives.

Kinki

The omnipotent goddess Nikki and her mother Rin wake up after a pleasurable sleep, unaware that their eternal existences are about to change forever.

All the Time in the World

No matter how many times it has happened, or at the very least potentially happened, I still get caught completely off guard whenever I suddenly find myself standing in the doorway to my bedroom with no recollection of how I got there. The last thing I remember was packing up my laptop after my day at the office. I looked at the bedside clock, the display reading 10:00 PM.

She couldn’t have just waited five hours?

My wife, of course, was already laying across the bed as she always did when these sorts of things happened.