“Why are you still wearing that getup? The show is over and you’re sweating like crazy,” Andrew groaned.

Richard put his fork down and eyed his sequined vest and cuffs. “I’m not sure. I guess it makes me feel important, you know? You could do with a bit of clothing confidence yourself.”

Andrew peeled the neckline of his stained undershirt from his flesh and cradled his head once more. Unlike the clean-cut performer, he was shaggy and unkempt and couldn’t hide the eye bags that clung to his 35-year-old face. “Low priority, low priority.”

“It’s not your fault, Andrew. Getting into this business is hard, and damn near impossible to compete with the theme parks these days. We had a good run. Now you just got to tally up your assets and make the most of it.”

“You make it sound so simple.” His fist met the table. “Do you know how much money I sunk into this circus? The high top, the rehearsals, that…one lawsuit.”

“Clearly a lot.” Richard smacked through noodles. “That was part of the issue.”

“I just wanted to put on good show. You got your last paycheck, why are you still here?”

“I wanted to give you something actually.” Richard rose and discarded his greasy plate in the open dishwasher.

“Is it a million dollars?”

“No, I was originally going to add it to your Tent of Oddities for the pre-show. I thought you would get a kick out of it, but then things started heading south so I forgot about it until now.” Extending his arm he allowed his sparkling hat to roll down his sleeve and revealed a small teapot atop his head.

Andrew couldn’t help but chuckle. “So that means you’ve just been sitting with that under your hat for the last half-hour.”

“No, no, magic all the way.”

“So, what’s up with this teapot?”

“It snores.”

“What?”

“It actually snores. Makes some kind of weird noise at least with no prompting. Found it at a flea market and thought it was interesting. See for yourself.” He plucked it off his dome and handed it off.

Andrew humored him and examined it before holding it up to his ear. It was clearly an old piece and the china had begun to chip at the spout. The only visible markings seemed to be a series of Z’s hastily scratched onto the side. To his amazement he could hear the faintest sounds of steady breathing. He tried to snatch off the lid only to find it held tight.

“It won’t come off.” Richard grinned.

“Crazy.”

“Keep in touch will ya?”

He accepted a one-armed hug and saw him to the door. It was already early morning and the crickets were growing louder as he watched the headlights turn on and eventually fade along the road. Sighing, he returned to his trailer and turned the teapot over and over in his hands.

“There has to be something more to this.” He held it overhead and stared down the spout to find an inky blockage. Shaking it more vigorously a tiny black drop landed on his brow.

Instantly a full stream of ebony liquid doused him, quickly overtook the table and cascaded to the floor. Andrew jerked and knocked his chair over as he snatched up all the papers he could. He watched open-mouthed as the stream quickly became a geyser, offering a hundred fold what the object could have contained.

In mere moments the flood had rushed to the edge of the trailer and was pooling up to his knees. Andrew tried to force open the door, but found the tide was already too much. The substance was oily and viscous, but unlike anything he had ever felt. It was warm and smelled of smoke and lilac, as if a bonfire was fueled solely by bouquets.

He took to banging on the door until a brutal wave crashed against him and brought him under. On the verge of sheer panic, he held his breath and tried to find any foothold that would put him on higher ground. Though impossible in the cramped trailer, Andrew found nothing within his reach as he flailed. Against his better judgement he opened his eyes and was immediately struck still. While an impenetrable black at its surface what he witnessed beneath was a void of immeasurable distance. A thousand leagues away an inky imprint of the other side of the trailer was visible though distorted.

“What is this place?” He brought his hands to his mouth as he realized he could breath again.

He scanned the dark horizon in all directions, finding only a few stray papers and articles of clothing that had followed him into the abyss. Finally, he could discern a pale figure floating in the murk.

She was nude and clutched her legs tightly to her chest. A magnificent mane of raven hair sprouted from her head and disappeared into the surrounding night. While her face was obscured her body possessed cuneiform symbols raised from her flesh by means of scarring. The intricate lacework of which ran symmetrically up her spine and down her hips and thighs.

Her long eyelashes fluttered as he reached a hand out to her shoulder. Her skin ran hot like a piece of sheet metal left in the sun. He froze as her eyes flashed open in a haze of pink light. Instantly her slitted pupils caught him and an enormous toothy smile formed on her lips.

In a hail of bubbles, Andrew felt himself slammed against the refrigerator in his trailer as he was exiled from the oily world. The substance itself was still present and now swirled in a hypnotic dance until it finally coalesced into a perfect black circle on the floor. The disc grew into a column until its exterior resembled a mass of hair.

A single alabaster leg parted the curtain, before the woman’s full being was on display and the column had become one with her raven locks. Her cuneiform markings extended to the front of her body and encircled her large bust line and taut stomach. No navel graced her front, though prominent off-blue nipples stood proudly on her breasts. Her mound was graced with a small tuft that stood out against her egg-shell skin. Her eyes possessed no whites, only obsidian diamond pupils set against a shiny bloodshot fuchsia. Dimples were present in her cheeks as she smiled.

“Hi.” She crooked her head and blinked robotically.

“H-hi.”

“You look tense.” In a flash the woman jumped forward like a predator and kept him pinned to the ground. “Let’s fix that.”

Long prehensile fingers tipped in black seized his pants and tore them down his legs. Andrew scurried backward and held his breath as she lorded over him and giggled maniacally.

“Sorry for the morning breath. I’ve been asleep for a few centuries and I am ungodly horny right now. Fancy a suck, my handsome neophyte?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Just put your brain on the shelf for a few minutes, yeah?”

Despite his resistance the woman took up his cock and willed it hard under her palm. Much like the rest of her svelte frame her grip was unnaturally smooth. It was only when she applied a generous layer of spit to her open hand did Andrew notice they possessed no creases or indeed fingerprints of any sort.

She stared blankly and opened her mouth to allow a flat lavender tongue to unravel several feet to the floor. It moved of its own accord over his thighs and coiled tightly at the base of his shaft while she continued to work. Andrew clunked the back of his head on the fridge and sat hypnotized by her rhythmic motions. His rod was growing longer with her instruction, with each pass he swore more was added to his anatomy.

“How’re you doing that?” he huffed.

The woman only winked before committing her pursed livid lips to the task. His dick was growing larger, unnaturally so as she bobbed and accepted her own tongue back in her mouth as she gagged down the entirety of his member. She brushed her bangs back and quickly dove into a flurry to polish every inch of his girth.

Andrew gasped as she finally popped off with a thick ring of white paste plastered around her mouth. His manhood hit the floor, a full two feet in length. Fear was now bleeding into the pleasure. “No more, please, don’t make it any bigger.”

The strange woman brought a confused finger to her lip and quivered. “Bigger?” She hauled up the slab of cock and threw it over her shoulder with an evil grin.

“No, no bigger.”

“Bigger!” She began to stroke with the entirety of her forearms and slapped her cheek to his bulbous head.

“Urrgh!” Andrew ground his teeth and tried to account for the edging horror that gripped his whole body. The process was reaching pain and now escape was unlikely with such a monster between his legs.

The woman rolled to her back and pawed like an unruly kitten at the stretched specimen that spanned her entire torso while her feet attempted to keep it aloft.

“You wanna sword or a doggie, little boy? Maybe a giraffe?” she mewed.

“What? Let go, it’s too much please!”

She grumbled and gave several more hard tugs as she clamped her mouth at his tip and awaited her prize. A surge of cum that his biology couldn’t have possessed rocketed from him and filled her mouth to the brim, her cheeks bulged while excess spewed from her nostrils until she let go and encouraged the remaining fountain to douse her from head to toe. Yet still she was not finished.

In a whirlwind of slimy limbs bordering on a tantrum, she twisted and contorted his cock into numerous impossible positions until finally she released and allowed his anatomy to snap back to his groin. Andrew rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Though merely uncomfortable to his senses, it had been molded like a balloon into the rough shape of a canine.

“Is a puppy!” The crazed woman fell on her elbows and poked it playfully. “Woof, woof!”

“What the fuck? P-p-put it back!”

“If that’s what you want….” The jizz covered her brow and slid slowly over her visage. She massaged the spunk over all her features before pinching up any leftover goo and polishing her teeth with it. “Pop pop!”

She now offered an insidious open-mouthed smile that literally reached from ear to ear, exposing row after row of serrated fangs. The woman hovered over his still contorted cock and drooled. With a sharp crack she unhooked her jaw and pushed her black gums beyond her lips before unleashing a bloodcurdling shriek.

“NO!” Andrew tried to clamp his legs shut, but found himself splayed open by her massive claws.

“Whoops, almost forgot.” She paused and brought a hand to her earlobe.

With a swift tug, her head vibrated and offered the sound of a chainsaw revving. After several more yanks the sound crescendoed and her teeth became a blur as they rocketed around her gum lines and slung out saliva with frightening speed.

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

Coming within an inch of his flesh the woman froze and snorted before bursting into laughter. Andrew stared incredulously as she retreated to the corner of the trailer and returned her features to reasonable proportions.

“You should’ve seen your face! Nooooo! Ahhhahaha! Don’t worry, humans taste terrible, I wouldn’t waste my time.” She addressed him with tearing eyes. “That load though, that is another story. Mm-mmm!”

“W-what the hell are you?” Normalcy reclaimed his loins and he quickly pulled up his pants.

“Well, I ain’t your typical run-of-the-mill, Wife of Bath, if that’s what you’re asking. Think of me…like a giant loogie on the face of reality.”

“Not the most…flattering imagery.”

“Too much for your monkey mind?” She casually levitated off the floor while leaving her arms and legs to dangle lazily.

“If you aren’t planning on eating me, I may need more clarification than that.”

Supported by nothing the woman rolled on her back and sighed. “Gotta go through this every time. Not like the good old days when you simpletons would just bow and worship. Now it’s all ‘there must be a scientific explanation, derp-a-derp!’”

“Well, is there?” Andrew’s mouth was dry with worry.

“You felt this.” She pointed to her cum-drenched face and smirked. “And still think I’m some hallucination?”

“There’s always a reason. What are you, tell me!”

She shrugged and gently somersaulted on air:

“I have existed since before time began,
when this land was devoid of all but hot sand.
What can you call me? A demon? A specter?
They are all but rejects in my prefecture.

Listen to me, son of Adam, son of Eve,
you silly little fish that crawled out from the reeds,
I was born of fire, was it Lucifer’s seed?
A primordial medley, a competent breed.

Still a mutt all the same, what’s the use, what’s my name?
The ages have asked, and to me it’s a game.
Your letters and symbols can hardly lay claim.
All have failed, so in short I am forced to refrain.

I have existed since before time began,
when this land was devoid of all but hot sand.
Dear mortal, there is no name, there is no plan,
comprende, capiche, got it now, understand?”

Andrew bolted for the door only to be cut off and brutally shoved over the dining table in a crash of papers and silverware.

“Fuck it, call me Djinny, a good a name as any, my sweet little man.”

“Ohhhhhkay.” Andrew recovered himself before he snatched his phone from his pocket and hastily began to dial.

“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?” the voice on the line answered.

“I’ve overdosed on drugs and I am seeing some freaky shit! You have to help me!”

“What kind of drugs did you take?”

“I dunno! I must have taken something! There is this crazy woman in my room!”

“Is this person threatening you, sir?”

Andrew glanced up nervously. “N-not at the moment, she turned my dick into a balloon animal, but right now she’s just rolling around in mid-air and picking her nose.”

“I’M DIGGIN’ FOR GOLD!” Djinny shouted.

“Sir, I’m contractually obligated not to hang up on you, but prank calling the police is not taken lightly.”

Andrew watched as somehow a solid silver ingot fell out of her nostril and dented the floor. “Aww, silver? THE FUCK?”

“S-s-sorry, it won’t happen again.” He flipped the phone shut and adopted a fetal position.

“Man, you’re acting weird. You want me to suck your cock again? That was fun.” She floated over and tapped him with her toes.

“This is it, I’m having a psychotic breakdown.”

“Alright, I mean you don’t want your wish, that’s your business. I’ll just be on my way.” With an arm like rubber she stretched to the door handle. “I wonder if things worked out for Louis the Sixteenth, I’ll have to look that up, ah, I’m sure it did.”

“Wait, I get three wishes? You’re a genie?”

“We…just went over this, were you paying attention to the poem? And woahhh, no no I said a wish, one, sing-u-lar, and uh, for the record, I ain’t under contract with this okay? You just looked like you were wound a little too tight. Thought the blowjob might help, but you’ve clearly gone off the deep end, so….”

“So, you just want to fuck with me more?”

“Pretty much, that and stretch my legs a bit.” She scooped the tarnished teapot from the floor and casually spun it by the handle. “Why do people always think they get three freebies just for waking someone up? Honestly, you take a nap in a dark place for a few hundred years and suddenly the alarm clock comes in demanding wishes.”

“You’re not bound to the teapot?”

“Nah, it’s more like a hermit crab thing. What were we talking about?” She tossed the object over her shoulder and let it shatter against the wall.

“I am coming to terms with the fact that magic actually exists and am trying to determine the best course of action. Calm. I have to remain calm.”

“How the hell did you become a circus manager with that attitude? You should be giddy to the gills that I’m here. Just make your stupid wish.”

“Hey, I’m not gonna be judged by some psycho who almost chomped my dick off!”

“It was a joke, fussbudget and you seemed to be enjoying it up until the punchline. Speaking of which, said psycho is still very naked and very horny, a fact that you seem to be ignorant of. Wanna try the other end this time?” She spread her asscheeks and pawed her pussy shamelessly.

“Are there teeth in there too?”

“Eh, dunno, why don’t you find out?” She dropped from flight and aggressively saddled his lap. “What do you say, Andrew?”

He swallowed and cautiously handled her hips. “I never told you my name…or my occupation.”

“I accidentally swept up some of your bills when I was forming. That’s why I themed our play time thusly. I catch on real quick. Bleeeh.” She hacked up a crumbled piece of paper and unfurled it. “Andrew Strudwick, that’s alotta zeroes you owe. You are soooo screwed! Ahaha-ahhhh, in more ways than one!”

“Give me that.” He wiped the paper free of drool and eyed the big red letters stamped across the page. “You said you’ll give me one wish?”

“A pity wish, yes. Full-blown monkey’s paw stuff, if I’m being honest. All yours if…you bring me to orgasm.” She ruffled his hair and wiggled her eyebrows.

“That wasn’t a clause five seconds ago!” he groaned.

“I change my mind a lot, my quick-witted recreant! THAT A PROBLEM?”

Andrew gulped and gawked at her tantalizing front. What he had felt just minutes ago had been the greatest ecstasy he had ever experienced, even if it was presented in a nightmare. Now she offered herself again with opportunity close behind. He could not cower, even if he was playing with fire.

“What happens if I can’t bring you to orgasm?”

“I’ll turn you into a waffle-iron.”

“No pressure then.”

He breathed steadily as Djinny gently pulled his shirt over his head and did away with the rest of his clothing. With a snap of her fingers, a bed rose under them and bathed them in red silken sheets. His hands plodded carefully about her form and met with the cuneiform scars that bordered her torso. The wedge-shaped markings spiraled into curly-cues and nearly felt like scales at their most concentrated. He wandered still more, noting different symbols supplanting others. Greek, Egyptian, Japanese, they were all hidden in the maze-work of her flesh. Untouched was the smooth expanse of her stomach, which held not even a navel. Maybe she really was older than time. Andrew saw again what he had witnessed in the void. She was ancient beauty with no equal, a demented nymph broken by the slog of millennia. She had been asleep for one reason, to stave off the boredom of eternity. He cupped her breasts and knew he had to have them.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” she stammered, surprised by his approach.

He sampled her cerulean nipple under his teeth and flicked it generously with his tongue.

“You like boobies, huh? Well, they like you too.”

Andrew’s tongue met with another as a mouth replaced the nipple on her breast, its new lips resembled the bumpy architecture of the aureola. He peeled back, afraid of change and watched the new mouth smile and pucker in taunt. He wanted his wish, wanted her. He would embrace lunacy.

Djinny moaned as he exchanged endless kisses with her puckering breasts, each one audibly begging for contact when its twin received attention. She groaned and rolled over, slamming Andrew into the covers. “Okay Romeo, you know what’s on the line. Quit screwing around and fuck me like a proper freak, understand?”

She blushed as both her breasts puckered and murmured sweet nothings to him. “Isn’t he darling? What a man….”

“Quiet girls.” She mashed her chest against his and forced them into silence. “It’s mommy’s turn.”

While he now felt his own nipples lavished in saliva and suckled, Djinny contentedly unfurled her tongue and playfully whipped about his face before filling his mouth. The smell of lilac greeted him and he tried in vain to wrestle the undulating muscle that worked its way down his throat.

His erection had returned in full force and now pressed desperately against her loins. He coughed and sat up, looking for better leverage as he entered. It was entering into a black hole. Her labial lips enveloped his base and produced suction cup tendrils that latched onto him. He bore in with his best and coerced his pelvis into steady flourishes. Their foreheads met and Andrew watched her crazed eyes literally pinball in their sockets with accompanying sound.

“Come on, boy-scout. Give me that slimy nut butter. I want that dirty dunderfunk buried deep inside me!”

He had to pace himself, though no matter the angle his cock seemed to be wrung and spaghettified to the nth degree. She was counting on his failure as her demonic smile attested. He had to endure. Andrew clutched his arms around her and sought out the contours of her back, her frame wriggled under her palms and the pair flopped end over end until they hit the floor. Returning to her eyes, each one offered the same reading of ‘TILT’ in block letters before she shook her head and dismissed it. He took up her ankles and gasped before he delivered his final round of blows. Djinny laughed as sweat ran down his face and he could no longer hold back. He felt his dick piston in orgasm and his load ripped out of him by a needy, unholy force.

He pulled out and examined his bruised manhood, while her pussy contracted wildly at his retreat. Her labial tentacles had grown longer and whipped in all directions. Her clitoris stood on end and now resembled a hardened thorn.

“Well, it was a nice try. Enjoy making waffles.” She parted her loins and hummed. Her vagina literally yawned at his efforts before an alien tongue exited and lazily lapped at any leftover cum it could find.

She smirked as Andrew buried his face in her snatch and lathered without hesitation.

“Told you he was a keeper,” her left breast whispered.

“Shut up.” She muffled the speech with her hands and let them nibble silently at her fingertips.

The tendrils beckoned him further as several hugged his head and attached with small barbs, while others curled around his throat and throttled him. He couldn’t help but give passing glances to her sex as he bore down and worshiped. He would find artistry in her mutation. She offered rainbow juices that glinted like gasoline but smelled always of lilac. Ignoring the small cuts on his face he continued and clenched his fists. Using both arms he brutally punched into her cunt and jack hammered with all his might. A small bulge formed as he was sucked in to the elbows with a power that threatened to remove his limbs from their sockets.

“AHAHAHAHAA! That’s what I’m talking about!” Djinny squealed and thrashed her head erratically. Her eyes shifted from their normal fuchsia to a wild blend of concentric circles, and flashing warning signs. Andrew felt the earth literally shake beneath them as car alarms went off outside and the windows of his trailer shattered. Her pelvis bucked up and down without mercy.

“Woooohooo, we have a winner! Ugggghhh!” She lolled her head back and let bursts of confetti fly out of her nostrils while a paper party horn straightened and honked from her mouth.

She returned quickly to normalcy as she hooked Andrew under the armpits and danced his limp body around the room. “Isn’t sex amazing? You sure as hell did a 180, what’s up with that?”

“I just…saw that you needed entertainment too.”

“Isn’t that sweet? Considering others.” She squinted and pinched his cheek haughtily. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions, tenderfoot. Don’t think you’ve figured me out just yet. I may act like a loon, but I am a numen with acumen. We’ll see how this plays out. Now how about we get this wish underway?”

Andrew paused and tried to find the right words. “How should I phrase it?”

“Haha. You don’t need to say anything. As I said I’m not under contract and what you want is obvious so let’s bring this circus back to life!” Her stature leapt by five feet and her head hit the ceiling. “You might want to hold onto something.”

“Wait! I was just going to wish myself out of debt!”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

She discarded Andrew on the bed and reeled back, striking her giant arm on the paneling behind her. Committing to a full haymaker she punched the opposing side of the trailer. The wall warbled and sent out ripples from the point of impact before exploding backward and elongating by the length of several football fields. The sound of dozens of screams instantly followed.

“Hope there wasn’t anything important in that direction!” Her voice echoed off the infinite hallway. “Or this one!” She spun around and kicked the other side, sending it spiraling into oblivion. The new architecture appeared as blank and distended corridors.

From her ear she retrieved a thick metal pole which she slammed into the mattress between Andrew’s legs before striking concrete. Her size lurching another thirty feet, the pole followed her growth and launched into the sky, bringing the ceiling with it.

“Whaddya think, big enough?” Andrew was shaking as he witnessed the sheer scope of the monument, but more so her enormous naked form lording over him. She leaned over and poked the diminutive man in the chest with a single finger the size of a sofa.

“No, no bigger.”

“Bigger!” Her voice was a jet turbine and covered his front in spittle.

The ground shook as she skyrocketed another hundred feet and left only her legs in view. “This won’t do, lights please.”

The hangar came alive under spotlights and illuminated the giantess and her titanic under bust.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Djinny fell to her knees and stroked the now massive central support column needfully. “Not the right material,” she thundered, looking at the shining metal walls. “Need a big top, gotta knead ‘em into compliance.”

She inhaled and blew Andrew and the accompanying sheets end over end, until he settled long yards away.

“You’re gonna love this.” She stomped the remains of the bed into dust with a stiletto the size of a dump truck and threw her head back seductively.

From unseen speakers the song ‘Giants Fall’ began to blast at high volume. Licking the pole, she hooked her thigh around it and swung. Breasts the size of hills bounced and rolled as she turned upside down and oscillated. Her hair swept the floor and caused small cyclones to form in the dust, before whipping back up and climbing higher. The pole turned steadily as she worked and caused the surrounding ceiling to melt into a more tented appearance.

Hardly finished, Djinny contorted and scissored her legs to the lyrics. With a slap to her rear, a visible sound wave bowled Andrew over and made his ears ring. She swung again and ground her pussy desperately into the column as she moaned and caressed her figure. Her ass cratered the ground following a split and sent out another shock wave in which a myriad of stadium chairs popped up from the floor and surrounded them.

She squatted spread eagle and savored Andrew’s stunned expression. “Sorry for the gospel track. It was the only song in my playlist with the word ‘giant’ in it. Talk about your coming to Jesus moment. The blasphemy shouldn’t be a problem, Yahweh and I go waaaaaay back.”

“W-what’s he like?”

“The whole taking credit for the universe thing was funny, still kind of a homophobe though…”

“I think you need some clothes,” Andrew murmured as he gazed at the dripping vulva taking up his entire field of vision.

“Fair enough. Time for a fashion show.” Djinny stood and sneezed violently as an outfit materialized over her shoulders and draped gently over her body.

She shook her head at the translucent nightie and sneezed again, causing a full Superman costume to appear complete with cape. She shrugged and sneezed a third time, summoning a full fox fur suit.

“Wow, we’re really cycling through all the fetishes in this story, huh?” She mumbled under the giant foam head. “Might as well finish the list! Waaah-choo!”

She grinned as she satisfactorily pumped the collar of the open ringmaster jacket. It was red and featured coattails that easily reached the floor and curled upward, while ornamental feathers ran along the shoulders. It was fittingly paired with a black steel boned corset cinched tightly under her still exposed breasts. On her left bosom, real flower petals bloomed from her aureola and encircled her nipple, acting as an organic boutonnière. Her legs incorporated fishnets secured to crotchless crimson panties, exposing her privates and tuft of pubic hair, while her feet offered massive platform heels. Her new top hat featured bell-tipped jester tendrils and her face was adorned with blue and yellow mascara around her eyes and a sliver of red on the tip of her nose, that brought out a clown essence with matched lipstick. Her albino skin acted as the perfect canvas for it all and made every color pop from her features.

“Call me the Eighth Wonder of the World.” She cracked a whip at her side and bared her ivory fangs. “Man, this outfit makes me feel important.”

Andrew stared at the skyscraper of a woman. “Didn’t really solve the initial problem….” He eyed her still exposed mound.

“Well, whatever. How about one more go round before the festivities?”

Her smile never faded as her enormous body began to shift and rubberize. Andrew witnessed entire chunks of her anatomy coming undone, each one breaking off as a normal-sized version of herself. With an unsettling boom she collapsed into a pile of flailing limbs, until each being found their bearings and scurried from the jumble.

Like a platoon, dozens of them marched single file into parallel lines on either side of him. The individuals on each respective end drew their whips, while the rest looked on amused. Following a series of audible snaps, Andrew’s wrists and ankles were struck and bound in leather cordage. It was then that the horde descended.

Andrew could hardly breath under the wave of identical women, all of them asserting different body parts to his attention. Lavender tongues bathed his face while more sucked ruthlessly at his neck and chest; determined to leave large hickeys.

He gasped and tilted his head up just enough to see one of the group cradle his cock with her bosom and commit herself to a sweaty tit fuck.

“Kiss me, Andrew!”

“I want him! No fair!”

“Wait your turn, bitch!”

“I’ve got an idea!”

Tearing his lips from his most recent partner, Andrew witnessed the duplicates desperately fondling each other while long strings of saliva were exchanged in a translucent web over him.

He grimaced as his tit fuck grew more intense. Amidst the endless rocking, her nipples had returned to sentience and smiled as they awaited their turn. She sighed and gently positioned her breast over his pulsing rod. It suckled needfully, while its owner gazed at him with drunken whimsy.

Their sight line was obstructed as the shapely rear of another descended on his face. The crotchless panties they all adorned left everything exposed. Andrew embraced this new one’s pillowy curves and nursed on her taint and anus, while she in turn embraced her clone in oral intercourse.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Djinny,” she mumbled to herself.

“No you!” Both descended into cackles.

For a third time Andrew was brought to the brink as he fed gob after gob of semen to the breasts gathered at his loins. The slick mixture was gathered and dispersed amongst them; soon becoming indistinguishable from a sea of spit now oiled onto each participant in the orgy.

He was released from the pile, and contentedly jerked himself as he watched more of the clones engage.

“Don’t say it.” Djinny said to her amorous doppelgänger.

“Gives new meaning to the phrase, ‘go fuck yourself,’ huh?”

“Shut up and kiss me, you conceited whore!” They locked into sloppy twisting tongues while their breasts did the same and kissed nipple to nipple.

“You know I always thought wishes were supposed to be instantaneous,” Andrew said numbly. “I’m kind of glad they aren’t.”

“You wound me, good sir!” one of the crowd shouted. The entire faction turned to face him.

“All you millennial jackanapes want is your instant gratification!” another interjected.

“I’m thirty-five,” he said confused.

“We’ve still got to get a schedule, gather the acts, bring in a crowd, it’ll take a while yet!”

“Is this an issue?” One of them violently poked him in the chest.

“What? No, I was—”

“Don’t try to weasel your way out, mister. We are all trying our best!”

“YEAH!”  they roared in unison.

“Is this another bit?” He glanced around nervously.

The group surrounded him and began to push and taunt him further. With a final shove he fell into a sea of interlocked arms that threw him skyward. After only a few tosses, Andrew found himself sailing a hundred feet off the ground. His stomach was lurching and the cold air was freezing against his naked body as he fell. He closed his eyes as he again trampolined on their web of limbs and was impossibly rocketed a mile into the air. The roof of the structure tore like paper as he screamed and ascended further.

His lungs emptied, he slowed and caught sight of the horizon. The sun broke over the landscape and brought morning with a blanket of orange light, before rocketing across the sky in a hazy streak. Time itself seemed to leap as gravity retook control and he descended at breakneck speed.

Turning, he caught a glimpse of the colossal big top she created. Already there were spotlights illuminating the wicked black structure against the fading sunlight, while all around it was an ocean of cars and other vehicles. Helicopters circled overhead, while a long snaking train had somehow parked itself on the blacktop along with a beached cruise-liner and several catamarans.

He shut his eyes tight as he connected with the big top once more and crashed through the tent lining. In an instant he splattered into a large and gelatinous mass of green.

“How powerful is this woman?” he wiped the jello from his eyes and gasped.

A legion surrounded him from the stands and cheered. He shuddered and covered himself as he tried to maneuver out of the food. He soon came to realize that he was not alone in his nudity. The writhing throngs present were in various states of undress themselves.

“Goddamnit, that jello was for the craft-services table, Andrew.” Djinny rolled her eyes. “But hey you’re back…where have you been?”

“Where did you find these people?” he whispered.

“Most of them came from prestigious institutions.”

“What kind of institutions?”

“… Penal.”

“You know that doesn’t mean…”

“I know what it means! Anyway, don’t worry, if you feel nervous just imagine everyone in their underwear. It’s what I do.” She handed him a pair of ill-fitting tidy-whiteys.

“T-thanks.”

“Now get going, the show’s about to start, dingus! Get to your VIP box quick!” She pointed to a roped off section of empty rusted seats, accompanied by a glowing sign and arrow.

“That says STDs not VIPs.”

“Ah, well we’re all prone to typos…in all seriousness though you should probably get yourself checked out.”

“For what?”

“Toodles!” She quickly ran down the aisle.

As Andrew rushed to the stands, all were suddenly struck silent as the spotlight shifted to the large curtains on the far side of the enclosure. Two of Djinny’s doppelgängers parted them and bowed as a third exited atop a clearly modified unicycle. A bright pink dildo held her in place on the seat and ruthlessly speared her again and again as she pedaled. Without hesitation she circled the arena and gleefully took in more cheers.

“Ladies and gentleman and those in-between,
children of all ages (over the age of eighteen),
behold a bizarre sight you have never yet seen,
the greatest show this plane of existence can bring!

Welcome one and all to a wish gone awry,
could have cured cancer, the fuck’s wrong with that guy?
Dust yourselves off now, stand up, don’t be shy,
and break through the shackles of worry and why!

To every sinister soul I deliver this shout,
every piece of shit, every freak, every lout,
return your sins to the surface, drown any doubt,
bring your brain bleach, this stain never comes out!

I have existed since before time began,
when this land was devoid of all but hot sand.
I am more than that teapot you held in your hand,
WITNesS REalitY UNraVeL at MY—”

Djinny was violently thrown from her unicycle and rag-dolled end over end into the dirt as she was struck by an ambulance that had barreled into the arena. She continued to tumble in a disturbing cartwheel of broken limbs until she slid to a hard stop face-down on a trail of her own blood and viscera.

A dozen clowns immediately vacated the vehicle and exchanged shocked looks, while another pair unloaded a gurney and a defibrillator. Without pause they applied the paddles to her exposed chest. Arcs of blue electricity spat out of the machine while her breasts leapt in a single concussive throb, and a visible trail of black smoke rose from the point of contact.

All were aghast as Djinny instantly leapt up and corrected the numerous compound fractures jutting out of her skin with a series of hideous crackles. With a familiar serrated smile, she snapped her neck back into place and wiped the blood running from her nose.

“…command.”