Too Many Wishes

Abazeel was glad the kid did not go much further- he was beginning to feel unclean. He was itching to put this in action. "And how did she accomplish this? Diligent workouts? Late bloomer? Weight-loss TV show? Grew up this way?"

Jimmy's brows knotted as he thought about it. "I guess it would be cool if she grew up skinny and her ass and boobs blew up in middle school. You know, skinny chick in grade school turns into the popular chick in high school?" Abazeel smiled as he took his leave of Jimmy who by now was fantasising about his new dream girl's body.

Samantha was getting ready to step off the elevator on her way back from the cafeteria. She was still aglow with the pleasure of eating with her nurse friends and a part of her was happy as things were right now. These last few days had been like a dream! A dream that was made all the more interesting when she hooked up with the guy down the street last night. OK, so maybe he wasn't a George Clooney or anything but he was better than anyone the old Samantha had ever had if she remembered her old life correctly. She was looking forward to another night with him soon.

As she stepped through the elevator doors, however, she nearly tripped as things shifted again and she was stepping onto a totally different hallway. While it was a familiar layout- industrial carpet and a nearly endless array of doors- this hall was obviously that of a local hospital.

The other reason she nearly tripped was dealing with her new body- she was suddenly top-heavy and bottom-heavy at the same time and her newly big boobs and ass pulled her in different directions. The new shoes that suddenly replaced her broken-in nursing flats did not help at all. She nearly broke an ankle staggering to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was still wearing her scrubs, but now they were soft green and better quality. She was wearing an XXXL top over a snug T-shirt over an industrial bra. Even with all that, she was showing a mile of cleavage and looked like she might burst any second now. Her scrub bottoms hugged a badonka-donk butt and an actual honest to god waist! Her long legs tapered to surprisingly delicate feet in low-heeled walking shoes. Her face did not change structurally, but she was wearing nicely applied make-up and apparently had had her hair done.

She shook her head as new thoughts filled in the spaces of her mind. Her mom was tall and incredibly busty now, and made a ton more money as an office manager for a large corporation than her dad did in his insurance business- even though having his almost trophy wife at social events had significantly advanced his stature. She was also a master of make-up, being fairly bland without it but able to appear pretty to gorgeous as her needs dictated.

Samantha's new home was in a much nicer neighborhood but otherwise life had not changed a ton growing up until she hit 7th and 8th grades, when she began to blossom- damn near explode- to new and dazzling dimensions. Suddenly, guys were looking at her and she found she liked it! She began to become a bit of a party girl, flirting, dancing, drinking, and pretty much everything but going all the way. Then she overheard a couple guys talking about her. "She's a solid eleven if she wears a bag over her face. She's only about a six otherwise." the guys high-fived each other as they laughed over the jibe. That night she wept as she asked her mom for make-up tips.

Samantha threw herself at the challenge of being cool and popular. High school became a swirl of classes, parties, discovering the joys of full-penetration sex, and more parties. It was a rare Sunday now that did not find her hung-over and reeking of sweat and sex. She had developed a real love of oral and tit-fucking and rarely had difficulty finding someone to take her up on it. She fought with her mom all the time now- grades, hem lengths, boyfriends, birth control, peircings, her growing drinking problem. At least she never got into drugs.

She made it to college by the skin of her teeth and dire threats from her mom. She started in a general studies program and partied so much that she nearly flunked out. Thankfully, some of her friends held an intervention for her in her sophomore year and she got her act together- her Sunday mornings were still pretty rough but the rest of the week she focused on her classes. She managed to make it into the Bachelor of Nursing program, and graduated with acceptable grades and an acceptable class rank.

As Samantha walked to the nursing lounge on the familiar/unfamiliar floor, she thought about graduation and after. Her parents were at graduation and she enjoyed a wonderful time with them, but the after-party with her sorority and some frats was epic. She did not drink a lot but she danced with anyone who asked, kissed people who did not even ask, and competed against some of her sisters to see who could get the most guys off. She practiced her signature move from her 'bad days'- rubbing her giant tits against a guy as she kissed and stroked both his cock and his ego until he popped. She laughed as she 'remembered' scoring three different guys at once with that technique.

Reality set in soon after that and she had to find a job. The market was tight, especially with her unspectacular grades, and many interviewers seemed jealous of or intimidated by her body. She asked her mom for help out of desperation. She went into the next series of interviews looking like she ran the place. She wore taller heels, a perfectly tailored power suit that revealed a long line of cleavage but still kept her breasts 'locked and loaded' right where she wanted them, and make-up designed to make her look smart and in-charge. Her secret weapons were an intoxicating perfume, a carefully cultivated wiggle as she walked, and a new resume that her mom had her HR department friends polish to perfection.

She had her choice of jobs from the next three interviews she gave. The one she selected offered the best long-term opportunities even if it did not start at quite as high of a pay level. She had diligently worked her way through various departments in the hospital's system and was now the head nurse for their women's hospital division, with an eye on the Director of Nursing's job. On the other hand, she really liked working with her patients so was perfectly happy where she was for now.

As she made it into her office, she was reminded of another perk of her job. Roger was sitting in her office, all muscular and tan, trying so hard to look debonaire and cool. He was the tech rep assigned to the hospital to take care of his company's equipment. He was also almost painfully shy around women and it had taken Samantha some time just to get him relaxed enough to talk to her. She smiled at him. "So, does the fact you are here mean you have a little 'down' time you'd like to turn to 'up' time?"

His grin got all shy and cute, and his face went hot pink. It got worse as Samantha pulled her top and T off in a well-practiced motion, then shucked her bra, letting them fall and wiggle before pulling his face to her ginormous G-cup boobs. Roger fought back valiantly, wrestling his way to suck up a thumb-sized nipple in his mouth as he tried to capture the other with a hand. He was so distracted by trying to undo her clothing that Samantha just said "Fuck it" and pushed him back in the chair. She grabbed his shoes and pants and pulled them off along with his undies and took his already erect cock in her mouth. He came quickly and she swallowed, then sucked him again back to hardness as he played with her breasts and hair.

Once he was hard, she dropped her scrub bottoms and bent over her desk, presenting a magnificent ass to his view. As usual, he stared and caressed it for a moment. She shivered lightly at the sheer pleasure of being worshipped by a man like this. She gave a wiggle to break him out of his trance, and he lined himself up. They fucked good and hard for several minutes, each working up a deserving sweat.

Roger was not the biggest or most skilled of her lovers, but he was earnest, enthusiastic, and had great stamina. Besides, he made her laugh! He brought her to multiple peaks before taking his own pleasure, and, as usual, paid proper homage to her bounteous breasts. After they rested, they alternated using the small en-suite shower in her office before he had to scoot back to work and she had to finish the reports. Before she did, though, she checked her phone's calendar. "Oh, tomorrow is Jeff! Wonderful!" She smiled as she thought about the man from accounting's thick cock and long tongue. God, she loved her life!

WISH FOUR: BEAUTIFUL

"Well, I mean, one can be considered 'beautiful' for many reasons besides looks. They can have a beautiful spirit or a beautiful mind. It is really not a cut and dried thing." Sue Parker was one of the girls from Samantha's altered time-line, the one that cared for her enough in college to organize an intervention to keep her friend from getting too wild and hurting herself. (A different woman would have had this wish originally, but she was no longer involved in Sam's life in this time-line. It screwed Abazeel's itinerary up a bit to have to veer to the new wish-writer, but that is just how things went sometimes.)

"And that is all well and fine. As I said, you need to help me define what this means and how it occurs. If you choose to define it as a beautiful spirit, that is what it will be."

Sue sighed. "No. I can't do that to her. She obviously meant to be truly pretty. I know she was never really happy with her looks, even though she had gotten good at covering them up. She told me about something a couple kids said years before that must have really hurt her, something about only being a six even with her curves. I... I know how she feels." Abazeel wished he could do something for Sue's face, a good looking girl whose face was ravaged by acne scars. Not for the first time he cursed the restrictions that held him back.

"So, lets do this right, shall we?" Sue pulled a photo of Samantha and began to discuss her eyes, they discussed the nuances of noses, and the lines of the lips. Sue argued that Samantha's whole body needed some tweaking, that it was just too... too... well, too much. Abazeel pointed out that she could not invalidate a previous wish, so Sue worked within the parameters she could.

"This would be so much easier if I could somehow see what I was doing!" Sue huffed. Abazeel smiled. Working with this sweet woman was so much more enjoyable than working with Jimmy, or indeed, most mortals.

"Would this help?" Abazeel held up a photo of Samantha in a bikini at the local lakeside. With a gesture, it became a close-up of her face and reflected what the two had been discussing.

"Oh, perfect! Oh, dear... those eyes and skin do not go well with her hair now. Can we make her a red-head?" Abazeel told her that it would be outside the parameters of the wish. She sighed and tweaked Samantha's eye color and such a bit to help. After another couple hours of happy work, Abazeel was back on the road.

Things shifted around Samantha wildly. Her office went from 'hospital neutral' to a tasteful modern look with natural woods and decorator colors. Her clothes had shifted to an expensive women's-cut suit over what had to be a custom-fit silky blouse. What the heck? She looked around to get clues about her new reality and each little discovery sparked a new memory. If she was right, she needed a mirror, quickly. She strode on sky-high heels to the en-suite restroom and looked at the full length mirror, gasping. She was gorgeous!

She looked like someone who routinely won beauty pageants and appeared in cosmetics ads. Clear sun-kissed skin, gorgeous blue eyes that complimented her golden hair perfectly, a delicate nose and kissable lips... even her shell-like ears were attractive. Her hair was professionally done, her make-up just enough to emphasis what she had, and her whole suit looked custom-tailored. She looked just like her mother, she suddenly realized as she re-remembered her now beautiful, successful mom. Her brain buzzed for a moment and she suddenly remembered that she was a pharmaceutical rep.

That memory juxtaposed over her memories of being a nurse (twice) and thinking of most pharma reps as being bimbos or himbos in nice suits and now she was one! Her memories whirled- beautiful mom, her dad (and an early divorce, then remarriage to a more successful man that moved everything along a new path towards a more prosperous lifestyle. She recalled getting a sports car for graduation, boys, parties, upper-end schools, boys, girlfriends- some BFFs, others jealous bitches faking it. She was recruited for modeling, got business cards from supposed producers, and then a friend of her step-dad asked her to be a rep for his pharmaceuticals. She went to work for him as an intern and changed majors to further her new career path.

She advanced quickly in her field since she could combine her extraordinary beauty with decent brains and take her sales to a higher level. Now she was one of the top salespeople. Besides her nice paychecks and bonuses, she also was able to satisfy her raging libido frequently with A-List guys. In fact, her schedule showed that she had reservations tonight with William at the hottest new restaurant in town, followed by some time an equally hot night club. She noted that the limo would be there in a few more hours so turned herself back to her computer after giving her favorite pussy a little pat.

WISH FIVE: "Young"

"Dammit! She gets ALL the damn breaks! I HAVE to do this?" June raged in front of Abazeel. The furious woman was another of the 'friends from the new time-line' people. Abazeel really wished he could have gone to one of her friends from the hospital, or even the nursing home, but he did not have much leeway in this.

"All this time playing nice to the bimbo because the bosses seemed to think she was something special. She stole my goddamn boyfriend, had him break our engagement, and then dumped him just to screw with me. Then the plastic bitch stole my promotion, and I HAVE to grant her a WISH?" June was screeching by now. He could have told her that Sam was not why Leonard broke up with her, and that she was never in contention for Sam's job but she was in no mood to listen. Abazeel also could not cast any further enchantments on her thanks to the many restrictions. This was not boding well for poor Sam.

"Damn it, and damn her! I should make her five years-old forever!" Abazeel explained to her that 'forever' is not an option, and then he fibbed to tell her that he was limited to eighteen at the youngest. Thankfully, she did not push against that as he was not sure he could have mounted much of a defense.

"Eighteen, huh? She'd still get carded everywhere, and be too young to have gotten what should have been my job or my boyfriend. Can I have her age really slowly, or at least look like she is aging slowly?" Abazeel nodded slowly "OK, here's the deal. She will be, let's say twenty-six, but look eighteen or as much younger as you can arrange. She will age as slowly as you can can make it and always act like, talk like, dress like, and present herself like a teenager." Abazeel shuddered slightly at this idea. He was going to resist this as much as he could within the limits imposed on him- but the same rules that kept him from twisting wishes badly also would keep him from twisting this one to Sam's benefit. He left June's home in a thoughtful mood.

Samantha was lounging in the limo on her way to meet William and his delightful cock, when things shivered and she was suddenly on a huge fluffy bed in what looked like a bedroom owned by a teen. The walls were a light violet and there were stuffed animals on the shelves. She struggled out of the bed, noticing that she had changed again but unsure of the details. She went to the full-length mirror on the walk-in closet door and examined her reflection.

OK, she was still a tall blonde- her head was nearly off the top of the mirror, and her beautiful blonde hair was down to almost her waist. She was still voluptuous- her breasts may have shrunk a bit but so did her waist and it was all in proportion. She guessed/knew she was a 36EE-22-34 now. She was still sexy as fuck even without her make-up. And, of course, she still looked like a teen. "When am I going to stop looking like a high school student?" She whined, blowing some of her bangs out of her eyes. "Darn it, I'm the oldest in our group and keep getting carded." She grabbed a pillow and fell back onto her bed.

Hold it... William, limo, manager... she was forty-two, damn it! Um, Darn it. Memories twisted and flowed. Sammie was doing fabulously as a... OK as a pharmaceutical sales rep but her youthful looks were holding her back. It was hard for doctors and other key contacts to take her seriously. Even when they met at bars to conduct business, she preferred non-alcoholic drinks and dressing a bit... young. If the suits were cut nicely, the colors were too bright. If the colors were more business-like, the styles were more teen-oriented. It was not bad when she was just an intern or assistant, but as she passed her mid-twenties, it became more and more of a liability. She had been living off small contracts and a few accounts she developed early on.

She remembered flashes of her previous life and things like thinking that "Maybe I should take Junie up on her suggestion." Sammie thought Junie was one of her BFFs, not knowing that June was/had been burning with jealously over the younger girls looks and opportunities.

June had been hinting for over a year now that Sammie should get into stripping or something. "My girlfriend Wanda works at that place over on Pine? The place with that big neon sign? She says she makes more in a couple good shifts from tips than I do from sales in a week. If I had the looks, I'd sure think about doing something like that." June was too smart to ever oversell it, she just kept dropping bits and hints. The idea slowly took root in Sammie's mind and she began practicing moves she saw on YouTube and porn sites. She even took a pole dancing class 'just for the fun of it'.

She had gone to an amatuer night at the club outside the city limits a few months ago and done pretty well for herself. The woman she lost to played on a regular circuit and had pro-level moves and tricks. Nonetheless, the whole thing had left Sammie feeling excited and alive- something she had not really felt much lately worrying about her job. She went another night and had made the mistake of inviting Junie along. The girl had secretly taped her performance and it was all over work the next day. Sammie was quietly let go soon after but at least the club had offered her some shifts on a trial basis.

It took her a while to work her way up to the good shifts. Sammie had made friends with a couple of the more experienced girls and had learned a lot from them. She was still not really comfortable with the VIP Lounge area or private dances, but had done a few to help make ends meet. She was often requested due to her youthful beauty, but most nights she just worked the floor for a while and went home. She also had taken a part-time job at a coffee shop to help make ends meet more comfortably. She really dressed down for the coffee shop and was amused at the difference in how her customers acted in the two different venues.

In fact, she had met her current male friend, Jason, at the coffee shop. The poor guy took forever to ask her out and was horrified when he realized that he had asked her out for coffee but she laughed it off. When she found out that he was only 22 and thought she was younger than him, she decided to play along for a while. It took a few dates to convince him to start going for the bases, but once he discovered how much fun her breasts were, he was hooked. It took several more dates to move him to the next base, but he was worth the wait.