She lay in bed, rubbing her hands over her body. Her girlfriend had recently discovered a massage oil that she couldn’t get enough of the scent of. So of course, as soon as she was alone, she quickly found the supplier online and ordered

gallons

of it. It was oil, so it wasn’t really something one necessarily wanted to get all over one’s bed, but she bought some plastic drop cloths and spread one over the bed b

Eden cuddled with her beloved genie Majesca, an intoxicated grin on her face. Each had a glass of champagne in one hand and the fingers of their other hand idly at work between the legs of her partner. The night had been quiet, pleasant, and filled with the astonishingly casual sensual teasing that had managed to become downright wholesome for the two of them. On the television, the camera focused on a huge crystal ball as it slid toward the bottom of its poll to mark the end of one year and the

Eden
awoke to a knock at the door. She shifted in bed, briefly forgetting
the lovely new sheets that Majesca had conjured up for her earlier
that day. For now, the genie was nestled deep inside her womb, back
in her bottle, so to speak. As intriguing as it might be to coax her
out and have a bit more of a chat about the details of this bizarre
arrangement. She still wasn't quite sure how to proceed.
Again
she heard the knock. She quickly pulled on a robe and hurried to
answer the door.
"A-A

A small gathering of young men and women in loose-fitting, comfortable clothing milled about. They seemed somewhat apprehensive. This was the backroom of their favorite nightclub, so they all felt a bit underdressed. This had been advertised as a class, though. Skin-tight outfits, revealing outfits, or some combination of the two didn’t seem proper.

Any concern or confusion they may have felt faded swiftly as a fiery-eyed and spritely instructor bobbed through the

Eden
murmured softly and dreamily slid from sleep. She was resting in a
large, luxurious bed. The sheets were silk, with a thread count in
the high hundreds. For a moment she searched her sleepy brain for
memories of when and how she’d gone to sleep, because it felt
strangely unfamiliar to be waking up in a bed. That, she supposed,
said something about her. Most people were quite accustomed to waking
up in beds, but Eden’s life had taken a curious turn when she’d
unwittingly become the mas

Eden
sat in the big soft chair in her living room, sipping a coffee. She’d
never gotten much use out of the chair in the past, but that had
changed ever since her “roommate” had moved in. Majesca, the
genie who had been thrust into her life (almost literally) was
cuddled up beside her, sipping at her own coffee between idle little
strokes on this sensitive spot or that. Eden smiled and shut her
eyes, enjoying the subtle teasing and stoking courtesy of her
friend/servant. It was sensual, bu

Eden
yawned and wriggled a bit in bed. She couldn’t remember the last
time she’d slept so well. Majesca, the genie who could now
rightfully be called a lover as well, was still cuddled close. She
could feel her soft, warm skin and could hear the quiet, sweet
breathing of her sleeping bedmate.
“Mmm…”
Eden murmured, eyes still shut. “You smell wonderful.”
She
leaned forward to give her friend a light kiss, but what her lips
pressed to was certainly
not Majesca’s forehead.
“Ooh…

"And
that was how she ended up turned into a mare," Majesca said with
a chuckle.
Eden
and Majesca had been pleasantly chatting for a few minutes, each
naked and seated atop the silk pillows tastefully arranged about the
cozy home the genie had made of Eden's womb. The young woman had
managed to lose her awkwardness at being nude in front of another
woman, and had even set aside the bizarre and impossible fact that
the two of them were inside her body (which meant she was somehow
inside

Eden
yawned and stretched, but there was precious little room to move. All
around her was the snug, squishy embrace of moist flesh. It caressed
her and squeezed her, pressing her ever so lightly into the form of
the woman who had been her companion for what must have been close to
a day by now.
She
tried to work out the impossibility of her current predicament. At
first, she’d been cataloguing a dead millionaire’s things… then
she’d tested some cologne she’d found. Then she’d become

Eden
shivered a bit as she lazily traced her fingers over her womanhood.
It had been… a while since she’d made the classic mistake of
misusing the phrase ‘I wish’ in front of a genie. She couldn’t
say for sure how long it had been, because it turned out one’s
sense of time gets a bit distorted when wrapped utterly from head to
toe in the silken embrace of a beautiful woman’s womb. The previous
day… or at least, she hoped
it was the previous day… she’d been packing away the th

It
had been a long day for Eden. She’d been sorting through an
interminable sequence of crates and trunks filled with items from a
spectacularly wealthy man’s estate. He’d died somewhat suddenly,
and in a way that most men would dream
of going—he’d been in an orgy with six of the ten top models in
the world. The girls admitted afterward that only two of them had any
interest in women prior to the event, but they’d all been
irresistibly attracted to him from the moment they saw him. H