I often detach one or many limbs when I sleep, but I felt like going through the night as a whole yesterday. While I love the feeling of rolling from side to side without arms or shoulders in the way of my movements, having all my limbs when I wake up also has its perks. I can take a break from modifying things around me for a minute and enjoy lying in bed for a bit before plowing through my busy college-life schedule. Which usually involves lots of drinking and partying. But not today.

I sat up in my bed and looked at the time. I still had plenty before I had to get up to do absolutely nothing important for the rest of the day, so I figured I could use it to pleasure myself and have some fun. Grabbing a box of tissues on the nightstand and my vibrator from the bottom drawer of my dresser, I propped my laptop on my blanket and started going through the few websites I always end up on. I had talked about those to some of my close friends on a few occasions, but figured we weren't into the same things. They watched things like racial porn or three-way stuff while I spend most of my time on niche websites or following very specific users.

One of my favorite things these past few months had been watching streams that feature two cam girls. Watching them not only putting on a show for the viewers but also interact with each other as the night went on really did it for me, more than uploaded videos of the same content. I scrolled for a bit in this specific section, sometimes staying for a few seconds before moving on, while delicately teasing myself with my right hand. My fingers ran softly across my breasts and on my areolas, giving me slight shivers.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally found one of my favorite streams. Not even close to being one of the most popular ones, it was recorded with what seemed like high quality equipment but still had that genuine amateur feel that so many other channels fail to achieve. The two girls running this show, both named after spices, were average in size and looked like they were in their mid-twenties. One had seemingly natural dark blonde hair while the other, the wild one of the two, changed the color of hers every other week. At the moment, they were an exceptionally bright hue of orange. The latter, Vanilla, often did the most interactions with the audience while Pepper acted as if she was barely interested by the whole thing until the room built enough hype for things to happen between them. 

They were almost done with their introductory striptease when I began watching, so things were warming up pretty fast. My hand switched from my chest to beneath my panties as I watched them both expose their bodies to the camera. As I hit a brief spike in pleasure myself, it took me only a fraction of a second to send a spell at them through my internet signal. Just like that, as quickly as if we were all in the same room, the changes occured almost immediately. Obscure acronyms were added in the stream's tags at the bottom of the screen, the viewer count went down by a bunch, but the girls themselves were still going strong with their usual show. Except I gave them new tools to do so.

Vanilla's left arm was vanishing. Starting from her fingers, her hand rapidly retracted inside her body. The strap of her bra she had been toying with for the last few seconds fell off her grasp and now hung loose on her side. She unclipped her bra using her only hand and dropped it beside the bed before reaching up to feel her breasts. Her right hand squeezed and felt, sensually running her fingers across her skin while her left arm, now lacking a hand, didn't hesitate to continue along with the show. Seemingly without her noticing any of this, her arm kept getting shorter until barely anything remained below her elbow. With the same confidence that she displayed every other night, and in harmony with her complete arm, it reached up to feel her breast, rested softly on her hip, brushed against her belly, or messed up her hair. 

I had put the other girl in a whole other lot of trouble. Just like Vanilla, she had been undressing the last bit of clothing that still covered her body, writhing and showing off her curves in the process, although she didn't react the same way to my modifications. Instead of her movements adjusting gradually, her limbs went limp almost instantly. Her deactivated arms lay across two dead legs while a monstrous pile of cushions and pillows had started materialized behind her. Her hips still rocked to the rhythm of the music, her torso contorted all sorts of ways beneath her crop top shirt as she showed off a few bellydancing moves, but all four of her limbs laid lifeless on the bed. Shortly after, her entire limbs shrunk back inside her body, leaving her with empty rounded shoulders and hips. Lying on her breasts, there was nothing she could do to please the audience of satisfy herself in this state except grind her rump against the mattress or watch Vanilla undress with as much sexual intentions as she could.

Dissatisfied with this final result, I tilted my head to one side. From her empty articulations, short stumps a few inches long grew back. Her range of movement increased again, her arms long enough for her to reach her breasts, but not quite as to make it look easy. The round stumps of her legs, however, were hardly distinguishable from her pelvis even poking out of her panties. They allowed her to perform the tiniest of movements below her waistline, rotating and pushing ever so slightly into the sheets, allowing her to turn around to face away from the camera. Thirsty comments appeared in the chat when she took off her top off using her stumps, allowing her to catch up to her friend's nakedness.

Vanilla slowed down her motions and slouched on her side, leaning on an elbow that barely sported a forearm, hiding Pepper's lower back in the process. The latter used her friend as a back rest in return, laying her short stumps on Vanilla's side to put them on display.


"Well thanks again ADestroyer for that generous donation and for allowing tonight's show to start." Vanilla's voice was slightly out of breath. Her intact hand lay on her hip, a short distance away from Pepper's stump. "If this is your first time tuning in we're the AmpuChicks and you've just hit one of the deepest part of the internet. Enjoy your stay."


Still facing away from the camera, Pepper reached behind her head to play around in her hair for a bit, allowing the ends of her arms to slip away from the viewers behind the mess of tangled hair. Meanwhile, Vanilla was working hard on warming up the chat room and inciting people for donations to keep the party rolling. I never bother to donate because others tend to do so anyway, so I get most of the show for free. As a matter of fact, a regular username popped on the screen and inticed the redhead to some solo action. She got up and rotated the camera to another part of the set where she dropped on her knees before closing her eyes. Like before, she started rocking her body and hips from side to side, softly feeling her breasts at first before pushing them together with a groan. Her empty forearm still managed to cup, and tease her breasts, or expertly run across her skin even with it's reduced length. After a minute or two, she put her hand and stump against her ribcage and, accompanied with the rhythmic undulation of her body, slowly made her way down towards her crotch. As she leant forward and her fingers were about to make contact with her clit, I blinked harder than usual. Everytime she tried to reach down to pleasure herself, her trembling fingers melted away into nothingness, denying her body of the physical contact she so yearned. One by one they dissolved and, finger after finger, she adapted her strategy. First using her middle finger, then her index, followed by whatever she consciously felt like using until nothing remained but half of the palm of her hand and a short stump of her thumb. At this point, I removed the hex and allowed her to finally reach her goal. She displayed a relieved look, as if she had been aware of the process and the excruciating delay I had just put her through. In reality, she didn't notice any of this, going on with the show as if she had always looked this way, but with a more noticeable change in the fluidity of her movements. Her shoulders moved a lot more to accompany her motions, her torso bended forward to compensate the lost length of her fingers, or alternatively feeling each breast using both of her now moisturized stumps. 

And that's when I came. Jolts of pleasure raced through my body, causing spasms in my muscles as I laid back down and enjoyed the feeling while it lasted. When my body calmed down, I restored the girls to their original selves and put some clothes on.

As I walked in the kitchen, Katie greeted me with a smile full of pb&j sandwich from the living room. She was laying on her side, effectively using the entire couch at once as she watched yet another episode of Friends in a row. I grabbed a bowl, a box of cereal at random and the carton of milk before heading towards the couch.


"Mind if I sit?" I asked as I lay my food on the table.

Without removing her eyes from the screen, she answered. "Sure, make yourself at home."


Well I will. Her legs disappeared just as my butt was about to hit them, effectively freeing a seat for me. I pushed the unused fabric of her pajamas away as it disintegrated, her legless rump now fitted with a new pair of shorts.


"Have you been up for a while?"


She didn't answer. I made as if she had been born without legs because I didn't feel like dealing with the situation that usually ensues when I change her. Sometimes I just like messing around without causing her any trouble, but I had changed my mind for the next one. In the blink of an eye, the arm that held onto her sandwich shrunk back in her body all the way to the wrist. She shrieked in surprise. The hand, now set directly on her shoulder, flailed and sent the piece of bread flying in her face and plummeted towards the ground before being seized by her intact hand. 


"Hey what was that for?" She turned around and wiped the crumbs off her face with her new hand. She craned her neck to the left to allow the crooked hand to reach higher on her cheek.

"You weren't listening to me, I thought I'd give you an incentive." I smirked. 

She reached for the remote and paused her episode before sitting back up on the inexistent stumps of her legs. "You'd think I'd be able to live with only my two arms, but no! I had to fall on you to take me apart even more than that."

"Oh, come on, it's just for fun."


I scoffed and regrew her arm. She muttered something and dropped on the ground. Throwing her rump forward to move around, she made a soft thumping sound everytime she landed. I slowly followed her to her room where she began to change clothes. I had reduced the height of her furniture to make just about everything accessible directly from the ground. In front of a short desk, only the backrest of a chair had been bolted directly in the wooden floor. 


"I thought you could help me with something today," I said to the back of her head.

"What's on your mind?" She reached for a shirt on a higher drawer and put it on. "Healing the crippled vets? Changing water into gold? Morphing the girl next door into a fish again?"


Now busy texting with both hands, she waddled from one butt cheek to the other to turn around to face me. Shortly after, she lifted her eyes to meet mine, slipped her phone inside her bra and swung her pelvis up on the bed behind her. 


"No no, nothing of the sort." I leaned on the doorframe. "I've been having too much control over my life for a while and I think I could use some change."

"So... what? You want to transfer your powers to someone else? I'm not sure I would want them."

"You don't need them since you have me, remember?"
I winked and returned her memories to her. Surprise brieftly flashed across her face before she shrugged it off, her mind and one hand drifting towards her missing legs. 
"I'll keep my powers but I want someone else to be able to enjoy them for a while. So I thought I could try the good ol' genie in a bottle trick!

She frowned. "Like, rub-the-dusty-old-lamp-and-get-three-wishes kind of stuff?"

"Yes!!" I answered excitedly. "I'll put myself at the mercy of someone else's desires by putting my powers to another use. That should distract me for a bit. And if I like it, I might even try it again."

"Well, what the hell." She waved a hand. "I guess we don't have the same guilty pleasures, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. So, will you help me?"

"Of course, why the fuck not. But how?"

"Well first," I gave her her legs back, "we need to choose someone. I think it'll be funnier if it's someone you know but I don't so you can have a peek into what's happening. Then, you'll be the one to set me up with her so I can create a little scenario of sorts. If everything works out, it'll be like in the movies. You in?"

She rubbed her hands together and answered : "Let's get to it."


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It took us a few hours, but after visiting nearby garage sales and antique shops we managed to buy the most cliché-looking old lamp we could find. It was most likely made out of brass and it's cover was fastened on hinges so it could be opened just like a teapot. We brought it back to the appartment and set it in the center of the coffee table in the living room. We sat on the couch and stared at it for a while. I was thinking about the details of the whole thing when Katie spoke.


"My friend Chloe would be great for your trick." She said. "She has that smug attitude that often makes people want to punch her in the face."

"And you want to set me up with her?" I said sarcastically. "Imagine what she could do to me!" 

"Yeah, I mean why not toy with her and twist her wishes every other way like a real genie? Like the one where she asks for a million dollar but you steal it from a bank and set her up for it"

"I like the sound of that. Maybe not put her in jail immediately, though. Alright I think I'm ready."


To emphasize my words, I got up, struck a pose and snapped my fingers dramatically to accompany my change of clothes. Bright blue satined puffy pants and a sleeveless crop top instantly replaced my normal outfit followed by a jeweled shawl running between my ears. I brought my hair in a tight ponytail before crossing my arms in front of me, the gold bangles on my wrists clicking together.


"How do I look?"

"Cliché as fuck." She answered. "If I encountered a genie that looked like this, now that I know you I'd probably think it was hoax. But surely she won't doubt your powers or take you for a fake."

"Great. Now, how do we get me in contact with her?"

Katie whipped her phone out of her pocket and looked up Facebook. "She'll be attending a party at this bar tonight." She turned her phone towards me. That should be fine. Big bar, lots of people, easy to accidentally bump into her. 

"Everything's settled then! I better get going! Wish me luck!!"


I pointed a finger gun at the lamp and felt my stomach turn into a knot. The lamp started twitching and glowing an unnatural tint of purple on the table while at the same time becoming devilishly attractive to me. My insides tore and burned at the thought of being inside it, my mind raced around every corner of my head, and my skin felt like it was about to boil away, a violent rash suddenly overcoming my entire body. I climbed on the couch and stood there, looking down the neck of the lamp.


"Wait!" Katie shouted, seeing how I had become infatuated with the lamp. "How long till you are back?!" 

I collected myself one last time and turned towards her: "Not sure how this will work out honestly. Depends on her wishes." I grunted. "Maybe a month. Probably much longer." I was having a hard time chaining words together now, as if my entrails were being sucked out through my bellybutton. "Don't. Worry. I.... Don't exist to the world anymore." 


Then, I jumped. From the couch and high up into the air, diving directly into the inviting comfort of the lamp. Right before I could touch it's surface, my hands quickly shrunk, twisted, and were sucked right into the main chamber of the lamp, elongating my arms in the process, as my limbs and my body were stretched to fit the opening and cramped up into this minuscule space. I could still feel my arms but they felt different. They became vague, less precise. Before I could analyze this any longer, my head got sucked into the same maelstrom of infinite colors. I caught a last glimpse of Katie's face during this descending spiral before being drowned in a see of vaporous clouds. My torso and legs immediately followed me down the hatch, again causing me to lose any precise contact with them.

And then...... Nothing. I mean, there was something, but I couldn't describe it accurately. I kept getting flashes, images of the interior of the lamp, but never in the same angles. Like my eyes were constantly moving around while being at thirty different spots at the same time. I thought I had seen an exit by which I could slip through, like a high window on the interior wall, perhaps I could reach it. I tried to extend my right arm... Did it work? There was nothing decipherable happening around me that could inform me of it. No muscles flexing and not an arm in sight. Only this vague notion about my body, like slight tingles in my flesh. Just like my eyes, my limbs seemed to be scattered all over the place : elbow and hand of the same arm chilled at opposite sides of the lamp, both legs twirling together in impossible angles while my knees buried themselves deep within my chest and up my throat. My ribcage seemed to pressure against the whole brass interior everytime I breathed.

I was gas. A single puff of smoke, drifting this and thataway, mingling with myself, my senses absolutely obliterated by this whole process. I didn't feel the need to breathe, but it felt weird not doing it. When I got dizzy from my head being dispersed every other way, closing my eyes didn't help much. My vision darkened but that only made me realize that what I saw was as much lit as it was dark, oscillating between the two, sometimes both simultaneously. There was no light but I could see, or at least perceive my surroundings.

I tried to focus on a small cloud of myself bundled up near the bottom (or top?) of the lamp and quickly managed to make it go up and down rhythmically. Slowly, I pushed it across the empty space full of myself and it bumped against the wall on the other side. I felt a poke in my left shoulder and it startled me. When I turned my attention back to the lump of smoke, it dissolved itself again. As frustration rose in my mind, a tiny arc of lightning cracked deep within the fumes.

How long had it been since I had been trapped in here? 15 minutes? An hour? A week? There was no way to know for sure. No window on the outside world, no ticking clock, no sunlight, only spiraling smoke. Hell, maybe it's been years. This feels so good, so comfortable, like I've always been here. Could my life and the outside world be just a fragment of my imagination?

No. It's a lamp. I was in a.... Lamp yes. Katie. The lamp, the trick, her friend.

Katie.

What about her? What was she doing? This was going on forever. She told me the party was tonight, I sure hope I didn't end up in a trashcan...

Time passed. How much I couldn't tell. Another week, another month, ten minutes, two years. Several times, I tried to compact myself into a physical form again, but failed to do so. The space was too small and I was too tangled. Impossible to distinguish which particles belonged together or not. 

After one or two whiles, I noticed something had changed. The whole lamp felt... Warmer, but not like it had been heated or anything of the sort. More like the influence the outside world had on it had been modified. Perhaps Katie had let go of it and I had been transfered to another owner. Suddenly, like a sudden rush of senses, I saw a face. The gigantic face of a girl, perceived by my several dozen moving eyes, staring directly at me. She vanished for a moment and the lamp got warmer again. I think she was rubbing it! Yes!! It was working! The window on the wall had opened up and air was flowing in to force me out to meet her, just as I had planned. I was to materialize before her and grant her a few wishes and then we'd have fun... I'd have fun!

My body was coming back to me very clearly now, even if it didn't come out of the lamp in the proper order. My ribs and ears were the first to come out, followed by my chin and elbows, then by the rest of my body in an even weirder order. Little by little, I untangled myself and straightened up, still in the form of a rotating pillar of smoke. Finally, I gradually condensed the particles that composed me into a human form again, starting from my waist and all the way to my head, leaving my legs immaterial for now. Arms crossed, staring straight ahead, floating halfway up to the ceiling, the skin of my waist imprecisely transitionned into the smoke of my legs which curled around the nearby furniture, spreaded across the floor, and climbed up the walls.

Before me, holding the lamp in her hands, a dumbfounded girl was slouched on a washed-out sofa. I assumed this was Katie's friend, but I certainly wouldn't have made any connections with her at any point. I guess my little appearance had the desired effect on her and set the tone for our little... Experience. 


"Hello."


I spoke normally, but her reaction was as if I had screamed at the top of my lungs. She jumped and dropped the lamp on the floor where it hit hard against the wooden boards, bringing her knees to her chest and securing them with her arms. I waited for her answer, but she seemed too petrified to be able to speak.


"What's your name?"


In my voice, there was the slightest echo. One that you wouldn't notice at first, but made it seem like I was speaking from all four corners of the room.


"V... v.... vvvviv.... vvvvvv.. Vivian..." Her lower lip was trembling as if she was seconds away from bursting into tears.

"Well, Vivian, you're in luck. Let me introduce myself: I am the genie of the lamp." I tried to put my hands on my hips before realizing I didn't have any at the moment. Instead, I opened my arms wide. "And you are now my master. Which means that you may use my powers in WHATEVER WAY YOU SO DESIRE!!!" 


To mark last words, I started spinning around, throwing a few harmless electric arcs here and there, as well as darkening the fog beneath me into a menacing blackness. Because that didn't seem to reassure her, I slowly came back down and sat on the opposite side of the couch, floating a few inches above the cushions. She remained focused on me, sometimes daring to peek at the smoke or at my clothes, but almost always fixed on my own eyes. It was already dark outside, and considering what she was wearing, she looked ready to head out on a night of partying. Did Katie show up at her place just now? Or maybe she managed to slide the lamp in her purse during the day. I waited. A long time.


"Aren't you going to say anything?!" I said with a little sass.

She poked herself in the belly and whispered: "Am I dreaming?"

"Nope my dear, it's all real."


Slowly, she came to her senses. She pinched herself a few more times before standing up and stomping her feet. She dropped her knees and started breathing normally again. 


"You.. we're hiding in there?" She picked up the lamp and inspected it.

"Yup."

"And now you're here to grant me wishes, is that it?" 

"Exactly." Her eyes lit up and she bit her lip. "But before we begin", I said, interrupting her before she spoke, "these wishes come with a set of rules. You can't ask for anything and everything."

"Okay." Now I had her full attention.

"First, I can't kill anyone or bring anyone back from the dead. Second, I can't make anyone fall in love with you. Third rule is you can't wish for more wishes in any shape or form."

"Ok so.. how many wishes do I get?" 

"Only one wish per year for as many years as you want." 

She gasped. "That's a pretty sweet deal!"

"Yes." I said, crossing my arms again. "But your wishes can only be made on this precise date, since it's when you freed me. And you can't skip a year, when the day comes you have to make a wish."

"So then I need to make a wish today?"

I sighed. "That is correct. Then your next wish will only be possible in a full year."

She digested this information for a bit. "Man, I really don't have much time to think about this. What do I want the most..."


As she looked around her appartment, I took time to do so myself. Dishes piled on the kitchen counter, clothes laid on the ground and on nearby chairs, the coffee table was stained and full of dirty plates and empty beer cans... This place was a mess. As she tapped her fingers on her lips thinking about her choice, I gradually made my legs solid again starting from my butt, which I immediately let rest on the couch. As they materialized, I rejoiced myself of the feeling of actual flesh and crossed my legs before the process even got past my knees. When Vivian noticed it and began staring, she caught the last wisp of smoke turn back into toes and a pair of thin blue leather ballerina shoes materializing on my feet.


"What will it be then, Master? Have you made a choice yet?"

"I think I did, yes." Her smile was widening on her face as she thought about her idea.

"Let me guess, you'll want to be the prettiest of the ball," I spun once and clothed myself with a richly decorated gown, "Or perhaps you'd like a million dollars!" The dress seemed to melt around my body, shrinking into a mass that turned into pieces of gold and bundles of money. "Or even something else... Something more spectacular than money and fame, something OUT OF THIS WORLD!!"

My voice reached an ungodly tone. I grew fangs and horns, my skin turned red, wings sprouted from my back and flapped in the confined space of the appartment, sending the mess whichever way, knocking down lamps and messing up her hair. I reached on the sides of her head, getting my face closer to hers, while fur appeared on my arms and new claws dug deep into the couch behind her. The flesh of my new legs tore open and released a legion of tentacles, each of them grabbing onto anything within reach.

"What then, Master, what will it be?!"


In the blink of an eye, I was back to normal, calmly stading in front of her. The appartment looked as if nothing had happened. She still looked quite a bit frightened by this little scene, but she ran a hand through her hair and promptly shook the horror visions out of her mind.


"No, I was thinking about something much more simple." She swallowed with difficulty, her voice trembling slightly. "As you can see, this place is a freaking mess. I hate housework, I barely have time to take care of myself so I would like you to do so for me. That means cleaning, laundry, food, etc."

"That's great and all, but that's a demand, not a wish. What I need is a wish."

"Alright then." She cleared her throat and spoke again. "I wish I never had to take care of myself or of this appartment."


I cracked my knuckles.


"..Wish granted."


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