Jean's Sex World


Shane woke up a little early, got dressed, and went down stairs. In the kitchen he found a voluptuous vixen wearing nothing but an apron and oven mitts. She was leaning over, showing off her ass cheeks and the very pussy Shane had emerged from exactly sixteen years ago. 


As he took his seat with a smile, she slowly stood up straight and turned around. "Oh, I was just baking your cake. I know we already had a small party last night, but the rest of the family is coming over." She removed the mittens and squished the top of the apron together so her breasts could hang free. "I was thinking maybe you could invite that cute friend of yours, Miri. She's always been so nice. You two would be cute together."


She served him some pancakes and filled his glass with breast milk before using her apron to clean up the milk that missed the cup. As she cleaned, Shane took the moment of closeness and casually stroked her pussy lips before digging into his breakfast.


"Where's dad? Shouldn't he be eating too?"


Shane's mom gasped in shock and took off the apron leaving her entirely naked. "Oh, you're right. He'll be late for work. I accidentally left him tied to the bed. Thanks for reminding me, son."


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Miri got off the school bus, book bag slung over her shoulder. She sighed as she tucked the edges of her school shirt under her armpits for the third time that morning. Some of the other girls used bands of cloth to hold the fabric in place, but the young vixen hadn't thought to grab one before leaving this morning.


At her locker, Vilka, a panda friend of hers, came up and hugged her before playing with her breasts. Once Miri put some of her books away she returned the pleasure. "Hey, Vil, do you have some scissors? I didn't bring a strap and this is getting annoying."


"What is?" the panda asked as she handed over the safety blades.


"These shirts have too much fabric. We don't even have harsh winters, so we never really have any good reason to protect our boobs. Or, if we do, we use aprons."


Miri quickly cut away the extra fabric making it so her white shirt wouldn't be able to close over her chest, and her red tie could dangle properly in the cleavage. "I'll hem it in Adult Skills class later."


"You make some good points. Not that I need to, my boobs are big enough the cloth doesn't creep forward, but why even have it?" Taking the scissors back, Vilka performed the same modifications to her own blouse. A few other girls saw what they were doing and gave a nod of approval before finding their own tools to sheer down their shirts.


"Actually, you know, the same goes for our skirts." Miri, soon followed by many others, cut a big V out of the blue fabric of her school uniform skirt to expose her vulva. "Ah, that feels soo much better."


Once in first period, Miri noticed that her history teacher had cut out the zipper on his pants as well. Such a sensible change. It allowed her to pull his cock out when he stopped by to check on her readings. She stroked it slowly while he pointed out details she was pretty sure she remembered, having studied it all in the library yesterday with her best friend, Shane. Speaking of, where was he?


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Vilka sat in the principal's office as school officials debated her punishment. Shane sat next to her. Having arrived late due to troubles with paramedics and his father, he needed to check in. His timing made him a witness to her violation in the hall. She twiddled her fingers a bit before reaching over to unzip his pants.


She was surprised when he pulled away. "What's wrong, Shane?"


Shane wiped tears from his eye with his fist, uncomfortable with this expression of emotion. "This isn't what I wanted!" he blurted.


Vilka shrugged apologetically with a hint of dismissal. "It's not your fault Shane, I'm the one who cut up my hall monitor uniform. I just don't understand why they put fabric on the chest when girls are going to wear it as well. The Principal and the Superintendent aren't sure either, so they don't know if they should punish me for damaging school property or not, or what that punishment should be. The principle is worried that the Super's proposed punishments would encourage even more violations, not less."


Since he wasn't responding, she curled up a bit in her seat becoming a rotund ball, the black and white pattern broken up by the blue white and red of the girl's cut up uniform. She was getting hungry. She was always hungry, but the thought of punishment was setting off her anxiety and that gave her even worse munchies. Knowing it was almost lunchtime and she was stuck in the office just made that problem even worse. She needed to relieve some stress, so she looked at Shane's zipper again. She'd always kind of liked him, her best friend trusted him implicitly. He was suffering, she was suffering, a quick blowjob would be good for both of them.


As she uncurled her body, sniffing at his crotch, she asked, "Why haven't you and Miri ever dated? You'd be such a cute couple." She hadn't intended to add the last sentence, but it felt objectively true, like a universal law. Everyone knew that Shane and Miri would be a cute couple, everyone had always known, even if they didn't know who either of them were.


"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."


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Miri sat at the lunch table, one of her squadmates eating out her pussy as she ate a jizz filled burger. She raised her head in curiosity as she saw Vilka pulling Shane by the arm toward her table. She pulled lightly on the bunny ears bobbing between her legs. "Uh, hey, Jane, this looks serious, could you give us some privacy?"


The bunny got up from under the table and readjusted her school uniform. "So, I can still give you my shirt to tailor, right? And you'll bring it to cheer practice in the morning?"


Miri nodded and shooed her away as Vilka and Shane arrived. "What's up? You two look… out of sorts."


Vilka threw up her hands in frustration. "Maybe you can talk some sense into him. He's blithering about nonsense and won't even let me suck his dick to help him feel better! Or me! I haven't sucked a dick all day!"


Shane leaned forward, crying into his palms, so Miri slid over and pulled his head down to her chest. "There there Shane. What's going on? You can tell me, you've always been there for me, and I'm always here for you. You are, and will always be my best friend."


He cried into her tits for a while as she stroked his hair. Finally he spoke up. "I wanted more, with you, and I fucked it up."


"What do you mean? There isn't a thing in this world you would say that could fuck up our friendship. Hell, if you killed someone I'd totally help you bury the body."


He looked into her eyes with pain and sorrow. "I'm so sorry I did this to you Miri, to everyone. I didn't mean to. She pressured me and I thought it was just a dream and I didn't think this could happen. I really just wanted the confidence to tell you I love you but I fucked up the world instead."


Miri's ears shot up in surprise. "You, you love me? Oh. Huh. I, I don't know… I really like you in other ways, and we could totally have sex, not sure why we never have before, but I'm not sure I feel the same sort of love for you. While everyone has always known that we would be a cute couple, you're more like my favorite brother. Dating you would feel weird." She reached for his obnoxiously covered crotch and stroked the member throbbing out of its sheath through his pants. "Let us help you calm down before the next class period."


Shane pushed away from her. "No! This isn't you! I mean, I know you don't love me like I love you, but I didn't want to make you a slut."


Miri rolled her eyes, "Who isn't a slut? Sex should be shared with everyone."


"You wouldn't have said that yesterday. I, I made a birthday wish, but the birthday djinni, she was pressuring me for my wish, and I couldn't think of the right words. I fucked up the whole world with my bad wish! Now everyone is fucking and touching casually and uncovering privates for everyone. I, I thought it was a dream, and I just wanted you to want me."


A purple cheshire cat in a frilly Arabian harem outfit suddenly appeared sitting on the table. As an after thought she snapped her fingers making her bra into just an under support without covering the nipples and removing the crotch from her pillowy pants. "Technically, I didn't have the power to do all of this to the whole world. There's a lot more people now than when I was last called to this realm of existence. So, only about a three hundred kilometer radius from here is a free use sex world, but I did make sure the rest of the world wouldn't care."


Shane stood up, pointing at the purple feline, "There! That's her, the birthday djinni who did all this! She fucked up my wish!"


Miri scowled. "That's just Jean. She fucks us all in our sleep every night. Always has. You're the one who's acting weird about this. If you wanted to fuck me you just had to let me know, but you don't need to insult Jean over it."


Jean leaned over and stroked Miri's lip gently. "Oh, don't be too harsh on the boy. He brought us together after all. When he saw my beauty he just couldn't get his words out and he pointed me to his porn stash to make his wish. Oops, maybe I shouldn't have said that part."


Miri gasped, "You look at porn? Here I thought I could stand by you through anything, but porn? If you're going to jack it you should be coming in or on one of us, not the floor. Wasting cum is, ugh, that's just sick, Shane! You are a sick pervert!" She ripped the crotch off his pants, "You are going to cum in my mouth, this instant, or … or I'll tell everyone the truth, that you are a porn watching perv who doesn't have the decency to cum in his best friend!"


He stood up and covered his ripped pants. Her raised voice had drawn a fair bit of attention from across the cafeteria. "I can't, not like this. You aren't yourself right now. You aren't thinking right."


Jean leaned in between the two foxes looking at Shane. "To be fair, she"...


"You stay out of this," Shane yelled, "this is between me and Miri."


Jean stepped back timidly holding her hands over her sizable thighs. "Your wish is my command, Master."


"Wait, what? I'm still your Master? I thought I used all three wishes last night. The game console, the blowjob, and then making my porn reality."


Jean shrugged. "I've never been limited to three. Nor am I limited to the 'I Wish' format. I also fulfilled your desire for everyone to think of you a Miri as a cute couple and for Tony to break his leg at football practice for how he treats the cheerleaders."


"Then I wish for you to make everything back to normal. I want my friends and school back."


"As I made very clear in my song and dance routine when you blew out my candle, I cannot directly undo, counter, or invalidate a previous wish. And you made your desire very clear that I am not allowed to get involved in your relationship with Miri. To quote, 'You,' as in me, 'stay out of this,' with 'this' then defined as 'between me [you] and Miri.' So, I can't fix anything between you two anymore, let alone 'everything'."


Shane looked back to Miri and the other onlookers. Those who were watching appeared transfixed by the conversation, yet unable to care about its contents. That effect he did remember being mentioned in her song. "And could another Djinni undo it?"


Jean pondered a moment. "Yes, another Djinn could. They wouldn't be bound by my previous wish granting. Most Djinni duels end up being about manipulating your opponent into wishing themselves into knots, unable to defend themselves from your wish's consequences. Careful wording is key, as is having a good working relationship with your Djinn, since we have a fair degree of latitude when it comes interpreting your words, even more so for interpreting vague but strong desires for us to act on your behalf. And no, I was not required to share that information without being asked, I just figured I'd be nice since you gave me such a fun sex world here to play in with your third wish, and I'm sorry it hasn't been working out how you wanted. Not sure how I can fix things for you."


Shane looked confident for the first time since finding out too much about his parents sex life from the paramedics after breakfast. "I think I have a way. Jean, I want you to grant me the powers of a Djinni."


She blinked, then sighed. "Yeah, I haven't heard that one before. Very well, your wish is my command, Master."


Shane lifted off his feet in a swirl of blue and red energy, a feeling of light, hope, and power. Cosmic energy flowed through his veins in place of blood as he set back down on the ground in a swirl of pink and yellow.


He opened his eyes to see himself looking back with a smug expression. Looking down, he saw pinkish purple breasts surrounded, but not covered, by flowing pink cloth. His feline hands stretched and tested movement. "What?" he exclaimed in Jean's voice.


He watched his body speak, "Not what you were expecting? We have no idea how to give a mortal body cosmic power without killing them, and Djinn can't directly kill anyone, especially not our Masters. So generally, if someone wishes for our power, we swap their mind with an existing djinn who wants to become mortal. Couldn't find anyone willing, and I can't force them, so… I had to swap with you."


"Then, I wish we swap back."


"No can do. Djinn like you don't get to make their own wishes, and you became the djinn that created this wish, so I can't even wish for you to swap us back, or undo anything I created for your wishes. We are stuck like this unless we can find another djinn and master willing to help us. Lucky for you, I know a LOT about wording wishes and making it really hard for you to misinterpret them into problems for us, even accidentally."


Jean placed his body's hand on Miri's arm, shaking her out of the transfixed gaze. "Sorry about that, I just had a really hard birthday, but it's getting better. Let's go celebrate with a fuck in our next class, and I'll be sure to cum deep inside as much as you want. After school, you can help me burn all that nasty porn. Come along Jean, I want you to help us with my first orgy as a guy."


Shane found his new arms clapping his thick thighs, the words forcing their way out of his feline lips, "Your…wish…is, aaahh, my COMMAND!" He held his new head trying to soothe the throbbing.


[Shane] looked back at [his] Djinni. "It's easier if you don't try to resist. Easier if you let yourself relax and flow with the power and word. I know I'm going to take my time relaxing with all these lovely ladies, including you."


Shane found himself following the gaggle of girls surrounding his body. Softly he mumbled in her voice, "I am going to make you suffer once I figure out how to direct these wishes you are making."


[Shane] paused a moment and looked back to see [his] cosmic slave reluctantly following at a distance. "Before I forget, I wish you, Jean, liked me; that you have only ever known me as Shane, your best friend who you would do ANYTHING for."


The purple cat body convulsed as Shane tried to resist the command, maybe find some way to redirect it. "YOUR… WISH… IS… MY… COMmand, Master Shane! Oh, let's go have some fun!"


"That's my Jean, such a good cat."