I Popped for Jeannie

or, "A Sit-Com I'd Actually Watch"

After his rescue from the island where his experimental plane crashed down, Capt. Reginald Clemens took with him the small, peculiar oil lamp he found in the sand during his temporary exile. A few weeks after settling in at home, he took the lamp from his briefcase and polished off the excess sand.

He gave a startled yelp when pink smoke erupted from the lamp, but the smoke quickly dissipated, leaving behind a miraculous sight: A voluptuous blonde, wearing a low-cut pink top revealing her midriff (yes, even her navel, as shocking as it seemed) and some tight, pink, up-the-crotch shorts.  (What, you were expecting some baggy Eastern pants? This is a fetish story.)

Anyhoo, the blonde's first words were, "Master! My name is Jeannie, and coincidentally, I happen to be a genie! You have set me free, and now I have the power to grant you three wishes!"

After a moment of staring at her cleavage, Reggie finally said, "Can I use the third wish to--"

"No, you can't ask for three more wishes, Master."

"Had to ask. Okay, I want wealth."

Poof! Pink smoke again, which left behind a large pile of high-denominational, unmarked bills.

"Your second wish, Master?"

He thought for a moment. "How about the complete series of Bewitched on DVD?"

She stared at him a moment. "Wouldn't you prefer an enhanced IQ, Master?"

"Why do you ask?"

She sighed, and the DVDs appeared after the pink smoke thing.

"Your third wish, Master?"

He looked lustfully over her slender physique. "Well, this is going to sound kinky..."

She batted her eyelashes at him. "Oh, Master, I'm very open to anything!"

"Great!" He said, rubbing his hands together. "I wish that you'd blow up like a balloon until you pop!"

She stared at him again. "That IQ thing--"

"No, no," said Reggie. "I always loved the idea of women inflating. Especially a hot busty blonde like yourself. It totally gets me off!"

"And you expect me to inflate myself for you until I POP?"

"Yeah, would you, please? That's a good genie!"

"Master, you really wouldn't want power or fame, or...?"

"Less chatting, more inflating. And do it slowly." He unzipped his pants. "And try to pop when I do, you know what I'm saying?"

Jeannie held up a finger. "Just a moment here, Master. How about if I inflate until I ALMOST explode--"

"Nope. You gotta burst. That's my wish. Hop to it, now." He was already polishing his lamp, if you get my drift.

Genie sighed, because she knew the rules of the game. "Very well, Master."

And with that, her midsection swelled. Her body morphed into a rounder shape, her breasts and stomach enlarging as they pumped up, her arms lifting to her sides as her sides blew out, her middle growing larger and rounder. Her tight pink clothes grew even tighter as they expanded right along with her, spreading out thinner and thinner across her rubbery skin.

"With a hissing sound, like you're being pumped with air," Reggie instructed her.

A hissing sound began to accompany her inflation. Her arms and legs became stubbier, puffing up slowly before they disappeared into the growing globe of her body. She watched Reggie with barely concealed contempt as she expanded bigger and bigger like the balloon she now was. She continued to swell and swell, the hissing growing louder as she expanded even further.

"A little faster," said Reggie, feeling that he might lose it soon.

So she inflated faster, growing more, puffing and puffing up. Bigger and bigger she grew, until she became little more than a large round ball, her pretty head just barely poking out on top, looking more and more strained as she grew closer to bursting. She inflated to size of a weather balloon and was approaching the size of a small hot-air balloon. She blew up so much that Reggie could just reach out and put his hand on her expanding form, feeling her skin grow tighter and tighter as she grew closer, ever closer to the bursting point! Her expansion slowed just a little, as if her body were warming up for its climactic finale.

"Master! Please don't make me do this!"

"Do it, Jeannie! Bigger! Bigger! Do it till you pop!!"

"Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr--!!"

He climaxed, causing her to experience a sudden surge of growth, and suddenly ...

BOOOOOOMMMM!! She burst into a puff of pink smoke!

"Ahh," said Reggie, settling back onto his semen-stained couch. He sighed as he reflected upon his recent wonderful sexual experience, and replayed the image of Jeannie blowing up like a balloon. What a hottie! He wished he had thought to videotape it so he could watch her pop again and again and again--

"Well, I hope you enjoyed that, Reggie."

He opened his eyes to see that wonderful cleavage and exposed navel again. Jeannie was standing there, her arms folded in front of her.

"Jeannie! You're still here?!"

"I'm a magic genie, remember?" she said coldly. "You said you wanted to watch me pop, and I did. You didn't say anything about not reforming myself after I burst. I can't believe you actually did it! You actually made me blow up until I popped!"

"Yeah," sighed Reggie, smiling vacantly at the beautiful memory. "Do it again?"

She gave him the Bronx cheer. "Get real, Reggie! You used up your three wishes!"

"Uh, it's ‘Master.'"

"Not any more, asshole! I'm the master here now!" She blinked her eyes, and with a puff of pink smoke, Reggie found himself no longer human.

He was a balloon. His head, hands and feet stuck out of a round, inflated balloon body, which floated helplessly in front of Jeannie who smirked victoriously at him. "Reggie, I wish that you would blow yourself up until you pop!" She blinked at him, and he began to swell.

He felt himself expand, growing tighter, larger, bigger. "Uh, ... I'll reform after I explode, right?"

"Do you have magic powers?"

"Um..."

"Then I'd say you're fucked, wouldn't you, ‘Master'?" She giggled.

Reggie watched her helplessly as he inflated bigger, growing and growing and growing. As he neared bursting, he realized that he didn't even get to watch his DVDs yet...