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Unread 07-12-2013   #1
edinjapan
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My Wife My Tiger (Slow TF)

Slow tf story about of a woman turning into a tiger. Constructive criticism and comments are much appreciated.

Chapter 1 How It All Started

It all started when we took a cruise in the Mediterranean, just the usual package deal cruise-2 weeks of visiting Spain, Italy, Greece, Turkey and Morocco and then jetting back home.

It was in Morocco where Jen picked up that tarnished old brass lamp. I told her don’t bother with that piece of trash but, when my wife gets it into her head she wants something there’s no dissuading her.

Anyways I figured it was going to go up on the shelf like the rest of her souvenirs from past trips and be forgotten like all the rest. If I knew then what I know now I’d a done the smart thing and chucked it into the ocean.

As predicted the tarnished brass geegaw went on the shelf with all the rest of the bricabrac from our other trips. Granted it kinda stood out due to its dirty nature and that’s why less than a week later Jen got it into her head that her souvenirs needed to be cleaned up a bit.

She started with the easy stuff first, the carving from Indonesia, her mugs from Germany, the stuffed toy koala from Australia and the jade piece from Hong Kong. And then she got out the tarnish remover and rags. The lamp was starting to clean up nicely.

And…then she tried to get the top off. Jen struggled with that top, she pulled on it, pushed and even had me hold the lamp down while she tried to pry it open. Nothing worked, until I noticed what looked like a small diamond close to the seam between the lamp’s body and its lid. I pointed it out her. Jen immediately mashed her finger on the small gem and after all the blood and sweat, tears and frustration it popped open like it was on springs.

As the top sprang open a pale purple smoke poured out of the lamp, Jen shrieked and dropped it like it was a hot potato. We both backed away in alarm as the smoke formed into a man sized pillar, it took on more definition and with an audible snap there stood before us a short, pot bellied man dressed in a costume that must a come from Disney’s Aladdin. He bowed before us and in a quavering voice proclaimed “Greetings Master and Mistress I am Abdul munim Ibn Nar Ala Djinn! The Great and Powerful Djinn of the Lamp!”

Jen looked at him, snickered and burst out laughing. The Great and Powerful Djinn of the Lamp looked at her in annoyance, brushed the dust off his robes, and retorted, “Oh Great Suleiman, why me? What have I done to deserve this?”

He adjusted his spectacles, sighed and in a singsong voice intoned “ Oh Great and Wise Master and Mistress, as the slave of the lamp I am obliged to give you three wishes. You, as my Master and Mistress may make one wish apiece and then must decide who gets the last wish. You may not wish for more wishes, you may not wish for the death of another or for the undoing of something that has already occurred.”

He paused, a look of complete and utter embarrassment passed across his face “On an added note it seems that the font of my power has run dry. In order to grant a wish I will need to ask you to assist by recharging my battery–so to speak. Also large, complex spells may time to finish.”

For a moment it was quiet, a quiet you could cut with a knife and then I heard “I want to be a tiger! I wish I was a beautiful and sexy tiger!”

I looked at my wife, the fat man looked at my wife “Hearkening and Obedience Mistress!” he boomed in a voice like thunder and slammed his hands together.” Nothing happened! He slammed his hands together again, looked at my wife, “Uhhh Mistress… I think it’s going to take a little time to grant your wish.”

He stood there muttering in some ancient language for several minutes, this progressed to the drawing of symbols in the air, looking at Jen, looking at me , more muttering and then coming to a decision he walked up to me, smiled evilly “This is going to hurt!” and slammed his hand into my chest!

FUUUUUCK! That HURT! Then it started feeling good and then I passed out.

I woke up with a stiffy. I could feel hands stroking my dick. Opened my eyes to see Jen crouched over me, ”Good, you’re awake. Now fuck me!”
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