Dressed for the Occasion

Dressed for the Occasion

Written by HarmonyMotion

With special thanks to Rjjt

Chapter 1

"Whooo! Lookin good, Amanda!"

"Yeaaa!!!"

"Who's that with the mask? The belly dancer. With the... high heeled sandals?"

"I mean, would you go barefoot here?

"Good point."

"That's Amanda, Brad's girlfriend."

"Damn, lucky guy."

Amanda sashayed into the opulent mansion to the cheers of the party, getting into character and wiggling her way through the crowd. Where was Brad, anyway? She'd gone to a lot of trouble to sew and hem this outfit for him. And she still had an element to don.

She grabbed a drink and texted him.

"Brad are you here"

"Yeah! Where are you? This place is HUGE"

"I'm in the uh kitchen? I can't tell but I got a drink out of a punch boel"

"I'll find you dont move"

She nearly gagged on the boozy mix. Setting it aside, she checked out other people's costumes. Pirates, sexy pirates, a guy with a basket of lemons wearing a nametag "Hello, I'm Life!", nurses, sexy nurses...

"Amanda!" A familiar voice called from across the room.

"Brad!"

A tall, rugged man wearing camo fatigues rushed across the room. They embraced in a quick hug.

"Hey Mr. Soldier. Your outfit blends in so much with the sexy zombies and sexy nurses that I almost couldn't see you!"

"Very funny, Amanda! I just found this costume in some cheap second hand store."

"Ugh, don't remind me. You know how long I spent on mine?"

"I know, Amanda! You are the hottest genie ever!"

"Shh, keep it down! Everyone thinks I'm a belly dancer, ok? And I have more in my backpack. Are you sure this costume even makes sense!?"

"Yeah, it's gonna be awesome! Come on, I found an empty room. I can't believe this place!"

"It's crazy, right!? Rick was always sort of creepy and weird, but I mean, I heard he was home-schooled by private tutors and grew up in this place! Can you blame him?"

"If being awkward and antisocial is the price of being this rich, well, I would just buy friends with all this money. Look at all the people who showed up to this party!"

"Brad! That's really mean!" She punched him in the arm, hard. "He invited me, and I said yes. Don't make me regret bringing you."

"Ow! Okay, you're right, I went too far. But still, his black eye stuff and black nails are creepy, right?"

"It's called mascara and eyeliner. Maybe he's just fashion forward! What do you think we girls do all the time?" Amanda defended Rick out of irritation towards Brad's behavior, especially considering the particular request that he had and how much effort she had put into it, when he had simply bought some ill-fitting second hand camouflage outfit.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Will you still show me?" He opened one of a myriad of doors in the hall and gestured her in.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Brad closed the door behind them as Amanda threw her backpack onto the big leather sofa. From it emerged a long, blue, flowing cape, adorned along its edges once again by a gold border. Brad's eyes grew wide as saucers as Amanda showed it off.

"Tada!"

"Oh babe, that looks good! Will you put it on?"

"Yeah, just in here..."

She wrapped the collar of the cape around her neck and clipped the ends together. With a flourish, she threw her hands back, causing it to billow out behind her as she struck a hands-on-hips superheroine pose.

"Villains beware! Supergenie is here to crush you! That is... if master allows it. I guess." She reached into her backpack and tossed a lamp to Brad, which slipped through his hands dumbly.

Brad stared at the contours of his gorgeous girlfriend. It was one thing to have seen her naked, but her personally tailored outfit of his wildest fantasies was another thing to behold entirely. Her long shimmering light brown hair was tied into a ponytail, held twice near the top and bottom with hair bands. He followed the lines of her toned arms as they rested on her hips. Her pink crop top with gold bands emphasized her flat belly, and her slender legs, accentuated by her wedge sandals, looked endlessly long on her high waisted baggy satin pants.

"Hello? Earth to master? Should I wiggle my nose? Or chant some rhyme?"

"Buh... that's a witch show, not a genie show." Brad wiped the drool that was accumulating at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh whatever! Do I have to go out like this?"

"Yes! You look great! And you have to attach the edges of your cape to your gold bracelets!"

"Brad, you better appreciate this. Do you know how long it takes to make a costume this intricate? These bracelets alone! I don't just buy this at a store like everyone else!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, Amanda! I owe you big time! You don't think you look good?"

Amanda turned around and checked herself out in a full length mirror. She readjusted her top, which suddenly seemed a bit too tight.

"I dunno... something feels weird..."

She wasn't wrong.

"I would like to thank everyone for coming to my party!" Rick announced from the top of the stairwell to the majority of party attendees below. His face was powdered pale white, eyes and pupils as dark as night. In his hand was a sceptre with a large, deep purple gem. "And now, let us become the mask we have chosen to put on tonight..." he began to mutter under his breath as the gem began to glow.

"Yo, cool effect."

"What is he doing?"

"I mean, he is some sort of warlock."

"Okay, but this is weird as fuck. Are we supposed to just stand here? Is he doing a bit?"

"Guys, he knows this isn't real life, right?"

Reaching the end of his incantation, he banged his staff. A pulse flooded outward, until it ultimately settled into a sphere of dark energy crackling with purple lightning that surrounded the enormous mansion.

Time stopped. Every partygoer froze in place as the fabric of reality began to bend around them...

"Brad, I feel really warm..."

"Amanda? You okay? Grk!"

A black and purple sphere enveloped Brad. He felt his muscles burning as they tightened up and swelled, a result of his ROTC training. Falling to his knees, the sphere dissipated as its energies seemed to surge into him.

Meanwhile, a similar, but much denser, opaque sphere had enveloped Amanda, but its effect was much more profound. As the swirling energies penetrated her body, her healthy, silky mane of light brown hair gained even more volume, the strands thick and strong, exuding a wonderful, irresistible feminine scent. Her neatly tied ponytail grew longer, past her waist, settling just beneath her ass.

Her eyes, already a wonderful hue of blue, grew even more mesmerizing, seeming to emit their own pale light. Her lashes grew thick and lustrous, completely natural yet looking as if they had been adorned by a master stroke of perfectly applied mascara. Any blemishes and pores on her face gradually winked away, sure to make any supermodel envious.

Amanda's previously cute but thin lips plumped tastefully, her upper lip gaining definition into a perfect cupid's bow while her lower lip grew thicker. They looked pink and glossy, full, soft, pillowy and wet. A little pucker from her could cause a man to fall in love.

But she was too engrossed in the heat radiating from her womb to notice such things. Her clit throbbed with needy ache, begging for stimulation. Her short stature was apparently a thing of the past as she surged in height, almost all of it in her sculpted legs. Her calves took on a beautiful yet still feminine definition, an aesthetic swell of muscle that only the truly dedicated body sculptors developed. Her thighs were strong and tight, all of her skin shiny and silky smooth, looking as if they had been given the cleanest shave, not that she would ever need to again.

Her endless legs allowed her to match Brad's height now, her hips reaching much higher than his thanks to her sinuous stems. She couldn't help but squirm as the throes of an orgasm began to take over, her heartbeat pounding palpably in her intimacy, gushing with wetness. Amanda reached down and rubbed herself from outside her satiny outfit, tugging and pulling until she found her release.

As her world exploded in pleasure from the wonderful pressure of her touch, her breasts began to expand in her crop top. They grew firmer even as they grew larger, causing her to readjust her arms as her swells pressed hard against them. As they continued to expand, her outfit grew apace to contain them, but nothing could prepare her for how sensitive her budding pink nipples felt now. Despite still remaining completely covered up, her jutting, enormous breasts were far more awe and lust inspiring than any other woman's had ever been, covered up or not. Her toned upper arms rubbed against that newly sensitive flesh as she continued to trace and tease her pulsating pussy lips, causing her to give voice to her pleasure as she gushed once again.

Her voluptuous bosom looked completely outlandish against the tanned, toned flesh of her cinched waist. Her previously flat but soft belly was now anything but. Soft ridges formed where her lack of abs used to be, and as the mysterious energy sphere finally began to lose mass and become translucent, she cried out in pleasure one more time, her whole body clenching and doubling over, flexing a beautiful wall of abdominal muscle that could arouse the dead.

Her transformation complete, she floated off the ground, gasping for recovery from her life-changing pleasure. A thin, nearly invisible strand of smoke seemed to link her glorious beauty to the lamp that she had tossed Brad. If someone looked carefully, they could almost see her lascivious legs flicker in appearance between their beautiful, superhuman mind-melting appearance and that thin, wispy trail of smoke.

The final tendrils of energy surrounding Amanda rushed into her, and she shuddered as she opened her eyes. Brad was standing there, mouth agape as he stared at her.

"Hey Brad," her husky voice sent shivers of desire rattling through his very core. "Does that door have a lock?"

Rick smiled as he witnessed the chaos below him. It had worked even better than he could have imagined, though, of course, there were unforeseen side effects. Some princesses were singing, quite melodiously, songs about how distraught they were. A zombie outbreak was underway, but in between the regular nurses and the sexy nurses who had been forged in the chaos of zombie apocalypse video games, they just about had it under control. A tiny dinosaur marched through a patch of pumpkins and bunches of grapes in the middle of the floor where the food costumes used to be. Wailing, translucent ghosts haunted the main antechamber, spreading mischief as they skittered about, before being wrangled and captured by nuclear powered ghost hunting plasma beams.

But Rick had more important things to do than witness this cacophony. Turning to scour his mansion, he found himself face to face with a man in a ski mask wielding a knife. The startled host screamed and jumped in fright as he fell backwards, before understanding what he was witnessing and laughing at the stupidity of it all. He pointed his sceptre at the mysterious serial killer, muttered a quick incantation, and fired a bolt of energy that tore a hole through the cliche villain. Though who knew, maybe he would be back. They always did seem to come back.

He climbed to his feet, using his rare, expensive sceptre as a walking aid. Casting such a tremendous forbidden spell that engulfed the whole mansion had taken its toll, but he couldn't fail here. He was so close to his goal.

Rick focused his black, hollow pupils into his dark gem and tried to scry, but only cried in pain as a jet of shocking red blood spurted out of a nostril, spraying down his sickly, wan face. Fine. Perhaps he had overdone it with his destruction beam. Rubbing his sleeve under his dripping nose, he took a deep breath and reminded himself what was at stake. On trembling legs, with blurred vision, the warlock began to hobble down the endless hallways of his estate.

There had been a genie in the guest list of his party, and he knew how seriously this genie took her cosplaying. And he was going to find her.

As Brad hurried to lock the door to their bedroom, Amanda snapped her fingers, vanishing her bracelet-cape combo as well as her genie uniform. Her body blurred as she ran to the bed. Waiting for him to turn around, she presented herself, head resting on her cocked elbow, silken, elegant hair parallel to her back going nearly all the way down, long legs on full display.

Brad turned around, catching his first glimpse of the visual feast that lay before him.

"Well soldier, see anything you like?" Amanda traced an elegant finger over her crowning pink nipple.

Brad had never stripped off his uniform so fast in all of his training. Amanda waited impatiently as she played with herself, sliding a finger past her smooth, hairless folds and vibrating it against the hood of her aching clit.

He climbed into bed alongside her, and they mashed their lips together. Their tongues dueled, each kiss accented by a swipe of that delicious flesh. Amanda took care not to use her superhero strength on him, wrapping her tongue around his and squeezing gently enough not to bruise him. He moaned in response.

"Come on, touch me," she whispered, as she leaned in for another kiss.

Brad placed his palms on her generous bosoms and traced circles over her hard nipples. Rolling his hands over them, he was rewarded by her siren's moan. Encouraged, he tried to wrap his hands around her breasts and squeeze, but they were just too firm and too large.

"If you can't do it harder, then touch me down there," Amanda commanded, as her own hand slithered down his masculine abs, tracing through his pubic hair, and gripping his angry erection. Her hand was still coated in her own nectar, and she spread it across his entire length, its aphrodisiacal effect far greater than any lubricant.

Barely had Brad began to trace her nether lips with his own unskilled fingers did he feel her soft, steely fingers wrap themselves against his iron hardness. He tried to find her most sensitive spot, but his hand was beginning to tire from struggling to part her lips. His efforts were completely shattered when she pumped her hand along the length of his cock, sliding from his shaft to grind against his overly sensitive head. She swirled her fingers and pumped again, her juices mixing with his precum and driving him past the point of no return.

Amanda waited patiently as she let go of his twitching cock just as he was about to come, ruining his orgasm and letting him hump the air as she held him at bay. Despite the lack of contact, he still spurted rope after rope powerfully all over her torso, his body trembling as he grunted.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!!!" Brad screamed for a few blissful seconds, before his body relaxed.

"Didn't they teach you discipline, soldier? What about me?" Amanda goaded gently, tracing her index finger across his broad chest.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Let me keep trying. You're so good at this... I wish I could last longer."

Amanda's sky blue eyes glowed violet as her voice grew deep. "Your wish is my command."

She touched his chest with a finger, a glow transferring through their bodies, granting him more endurance than he had before.

Brad switched hands, substituting in a fresh one. Finally, he breached the gates, collected some of her nectar, and stroked upward, feeling for her sheath. She gasped and shuddered when he rubbed against that tingling hood of her clit, and he pressed his fingers against it and grinded it in a circular motion.

"Mmm, that's good. Harder. I'm so turned on, Brad! I need to feel it!"

Her arousal only served to further stoke his, even though he was just spent. Her fingers sought out his perpetually erect hardness, still slick with her juices, and she began to pump him again.

"Oh! Fuck! Amanda!" he cried out by the fourth repetition. His ministrations against her sex had become erratic as he felt himself about to tip over the edge again.

"Already?!" Amanda fumed. She let go of his iron, but it was too late. He clenched again, seemingly frozen for a few seconds as he tried to hold it back, before he produced yet another voluminous contactless orgasm.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" He choked out in between his powerful spasms.

"It's okay, Brad. Can you keep going? I won't touch you this time."

"I wish... I wish I could satisfy you the way you satisfy me," Brad lamented.

Amanda's eyes glazed violet again as her voice took on that deep timbre. "Your wish is my command."

She turned to look at Brad, hoping she hadn't hurt his feelings. The sight of him caused her to suck in a deep breath as her heartbeat accelerated. A wave of arousal washed over her as he looked upon her boyfriend and lover. Wow, he was so sexy! How hadn't she realized it before?! Her pussy lips began to pulse with need, seeking something to grip.

"Oh god, Brad! You're so hot! I need to come!"

Brad had lost his place. He gingerly traced his fingers across her wet slit, hoping to return some of the favor she had given him. To his surprise, as he tried to once again part her seemingly superhumanly tight folds, her back arched, her proud and full, perky breasts on display as her long legs twitched uncontrollably and her toes curled. Her nether lips sucked his fingers inside and tugged at them.

"Oh! I'm coming! Brad! I'm coming so hard!"

Not wasting his opportunity, he leaned into her spasming form and rubbed his fingers against her intimacy as hard as he could, despite not knowing what he was doing. Bringing himself across her body, he fondled her inner breast with his close hand while nibbling and chewing on her far nipple.

"I'm... coming again!!!!" Her body flushed with heat as pleasure coursed through her marvelous form, radiating tingles all the way through her extremities. Her head and toes floated off the bed, her wracked body supported by nothing in midair. Her ponytail was long enough to pool on the bed even as she floated higher. Amanda cried out in pleasure again as she splashed her juices all over his hand with incredible force.

Not to be outdone, she gathered her nectar with a few fingers and slathered it all over his penis once again. As she continued to orgasm, her fingers swirled against his manhood at superspeed, sliding all of them across the top of his shaft and shifting a finger below it in a tight vise as she traced back down. She repeated the process, one finger after the other, the wet friction and speed too much for him to handle. He ejaculated all over the bedsheets in seconds. Her body hovered ever higher into the air as she tried to process the pleasure that his amateurish efforts were inspiring in her, and Brad had no choice but to go along with her superhuman ride. The two of them were stuck in a never ending loop of ecstasy, until one of them would invariably wear out.

Obviously, it would have been Brad who was already at his limit, but they were so busy grunting and wailing that they didn't even hear the door unlock.

Lost in the midst of her pleasure, Amanda suddenly found herself whisked away. She reappeared before a frail looking Rick. He held in his hands the key to her entire fate: the genie's lamp.

"My new master, I can grant you three wishes," the words came out of her mouth. After this automatic compulsion passed, her awareness went back to normal, and she gasped and tried to cover herself. She had just been enjoying new sexual heights with Brad, her former master. But now... now, she was fully dressed in her pink genie's outfit, sitting cross legged in the air, waiting on this dark magician's commands.

"I... I have you!" Rick cheered as loudly as his deteriorating form could muster. He cradled the lamp.