Berkhart

”Why bless your heart. You thought I invited you over for dinner. Oh no, sugar … I invited you over to be dinner.” My cries came out as mere clucks. ”Oh sweety, you can squawk all you want. Ain’t nobody gonna guess you used to be a person. No, to everyone else, you’re just an ordinary regular chicken.” She stepped closer to loom over me. “Just think, everything you were before don’t mean nothing. Cause in a few days you’re gonna end up on the dinner table. Some city weirdo who will be me and my boyfriend’s dinner… “

There’s something so right in an already big woman getting even bigger. She‘s so tall and athletic. Broad and thick framed … very, very strong. And she is loud. Beyond her stature and build, she stands out because she is full of life and energy. Some would describe her as obnoxious and crude. She wouldn’t be offended by that description. In fact, she’d proudly take that as a compliment. This is the kind of woman who will eagerly grab a bottle of growth formula, and down it like a beer. The contents rolling down her throat in audible, visible “GULPS”. Once the growth formula is gone, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and then lets loose a massive belch. With a smirk, she tips the bottle over her chest, so that a few drops of residue drip into her deep cleavage. Her hands go to her stomach, where a deep gurgle rumbles beneath the thick muscle. ”Oh fuck yeah … I can feel it working already!”

Genies fascinate me to no end. Possessing such fantastic power where they can alter reality with a blink or even a mere thought. How tragic this power cannot be used for their benefit though. Even with abilities that rival a god, they find themselves enslaved to any person who holds their bottle or lamp. Eternally cursed to grant the wishes of others, but never themselves. It’s no wonder they delight in twisting their master’s desires whenever possible. Whatever power that cursed a genie to this never ending condemnation never would have conceived of my wish though… To stand face-to-face with a beautiful genie. Her mischievous expression as she believes she knows what my wish will be, and already is prepared to ruin it. ”I wish you were free with all your powers intact.” Her eyes go wide. Mouth agape. 3,000 years of granting wishes, and she never heard this. Like the person who cursed her, she too never imagined this possibility. For the first time, she has no intention