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Do you have weaknesses?
I have a weakness.
I’m a sucker for any mildly captivating get rich quick scheme.
This month, my scheme is treasure hunting via metal detector.
I went out and spent an embarrassing amount of money on this metal detector that was on this infomercial late at night.
I wanted to live the days of my youth and see if I could watch one of those old sexy commercials for old time’s sake, but that wasn’t the case.
I was enraptured in treasure hunting. I was convinced I was going to be Indiana Jones. Except with a lot of money.
I was going to find some random dirty old coin, show it off to some pawn shop/antique person/whatever and be on my way to fame or fortune.
But this was not the case.
I was stuck.
There on the beach.
With my sunglasses on. And a really mediocre wardrobe that only Tom Selleck could pull off.
What can I say, I thought I was going to get dirty and find treasure.
And I’m still waiting.
Luckily, I had my sunglasses on. There were some hot chicks at the beach.
There was a woman there looking like she was breastfeeding. Which was funny, cause I didn’t see a baby.
I don’t usually find someone like this seductive, but this was something else.
She looked at me.
She took the towel which I assumed to be covering her baby away from her.
That’s when she flashed her cleavage to me.
I stared at her large luscious breasts. Her pink nipple was the sweet spot on her large meaty white tits. Her tan line showed such a major contrast. I looked for far longer than I should have. She smiled at me.
She knew what she was doing.
Thank goodness I was wearing my sunglasses. I gandered. Man, did I stare at them.
It would be the only treasure I would find on my little hunt.
I had decided to take a more a leisurely approach to treasure hunting. If I acted like a self-righteous douche about it, I would probably never find it.
It was a nice day after all.
It’s funny.
Growing up, whether it was work or school, I used to dread the morning commute. I would look at the morning landscape, and say that I would rather be relaxing outside than going to school or work.
But the truth was, if I had a day off, I would probably sleep in until 3pm.
What was the point anyway? Waking up to look at the landscape. That’s only something you think about when you have some type of photography fetish.
I had decided that, instead of wandering my metal director around the beach, I was going to go inland around the tall grass areas surrounding the beach and at the very least, hope I didn’t mistake an oil pipeline for gold.
It was here in my futile aimless wandering that I came across a shiny bottle device.
I was hidden in the dirt, and the only way to locate would be to peel away layers of tall grass and grab it out of its hole.
It was an interesting little bottle. It looked like it might have held something of importance since it had a metal exterior.
I had decided to take this bottle to a vacant field much closer inland so I could analyze it closely.
I actually had an incident where a man tried to rob me when I had found an old coin from the early 1900s.
There’s not really a lot of admiration in the treasure hunt community. People think that they can do what you do. That it’s some lottery that I’m enrolled in.
Is luck a part of it? Yes. But, luck is a part of everything.
I rubbed at the metal exterior of this bottle at this vacant lot where I heard the bottle make this sort of popping noise.
I dropped the bottle on the ground. The noise was so sudden that it felt as if a rattlesnake was trying to bite me.
I saw the bottle rotate on the ground.
A part of me was thinking of the game spin the bottle as a kid.
It was something I only participated in once. I wondered if it was something that was talked about more than it was actually done, or if I was left out of all the fun that life had to offer.
As the bottle spun around, I thought about what I would do differently if I had that moment of life to live all again.
A lot of people look fondly on their past. I think they look fondly at their past because they are afraid of the future.
But I think that both things really are the same, but people only look favorably at their past because they know how that story ends.
They don’t know how today ends. And that scares them. They would rather have a shitty life that they know the ending to.
I have felt this way for a while, but I feel like I’m sort of becoming like everyone else.
There were a lot of girls that I liked that I never even asked out.
I would spend a lot of nights sulking to myself when they got married to someone else.
All I really have to blame is myself.
It is a weird thing that we all do.
Like, I want to find the treasure and be happy.
But I am not full hearted in it.
Because if I spend a lot of money, go to a lot of places, and come up empty, I would feel like a fool.
My mind was racing with all these thoughts as the bottle continued to spin.
Maybe it was magnetic or something.
The bottle stopped abruptly. Like, it was done by design.
White smoke shot out of it.
Maybe I discovered some type of custom made firework.
It would be a plausible explanation.
As the smoke cleared, I saw a female hourglass figure arise from the smoke.
She seemed Middle Eastern, and wore what looked like a belly dancer’s costume.
Apparently, this was I Dream Of Jeannie.
“Hello” I said.
“And salutations to you, kind traveler” she said.
“What is your name?” I said.
“My name. My name, my name, my name. It’s been thousands of years. I’m tired of the same old things. Same old requests over and over again. In my beach slumber, I hear your natives talk. I learned English in the 70 year span of America. I’ve had weird dreams that were really my recollection of hippies fighting, and vagabonds fighting the local authorities. I used to have such a long name. A lot of consonants. The English aren’t good with that. I met a girl who almost touched the bottle once. Her mother told her not to, and she began to cry. I feel for this child, for there is many a time where I wanted to cry. I am sorry for my rambling, it’s been a very long time, but please, call me after the girl. Call me Dorothy” she said.
“Dorothy?” I said.
“Yes, that can make you the scarecrow” she said.
She laughed at me. I had the urge to do something flirty, but I was hesitating because this was a lot of stuff to take in. A genie with cabin fever.
“I saw a woman come to this beach and accidentally become pregnant” she said.
She stepped on the ground. Trying to remember how the ground felt.
“I saw the same woman come fifty years later and lecture her granddaughter about not being sexual, and how she never chased boys when she was that age. Time is a weird thing. I remember the roaring 20s when the gentlemen and ladies snorted cocaine and opium before society outlawed it” she said.
Dorothy looked at the background. She was deep in thought.
“I overheard a conversation about a woman yelling at her son for reading comic books. It was such an insult to my intellect” she said.
She stretched. I did my best not to stare at her breasts.
“I don’t really get much done, considering I haven’t done much in eighty years. The last time I was rubbed for a wish was by a pious priest who lacked creativity” she said.
She did her best to maintain her balance.
“I’ve always had bad luck with my rubbers” she said.
She looked at me.
“I hope you are quite different” she said.
“I hope so too. What is the most perverted thing you have been asked?” I said.
“Perversion isn’t in what’s done, perversion is in how it’s done. Two old people licking each other is different from a man like yourself licking an old lady. Then again, this is a new thing, it wasn’t such a big deal back in the 1700s” she said.
“What if I wished for something crazy?” I said.
“What is it that you wish?” Dorothy asked.
“I wish to not be a baby, but I wish to look like a baby. I want to still be a mature man, but I want the average person to think I’m a baby. I want to see a woman breastfeed me, and I want to appreciate it. I also want my penis and balls to remain the same size even though the rest of my body is the size of a baby” I said.
She pondered. Treated it like a math problem.
“This is interesting. There’s certain conditions in humans that let this happen. I don’t know if you want it. A 22 year old in an undeveloped body can’t really handle developed things. You’re old, your body’s old, but it appears undeveloped. We can make you a baby-sized dwarf if you want it” she said.
“I want to try. And I really want to emphasize the fact that I’m still an adult when we do this, despite the size” I said.
“Okay, legal adult person” she said.
She giggled.
“This new technology class of society is always interesting. Lot of interesting ideas. Reminds me of the Europeans in the early 1800s, without the starvation. That was sad. They always said that your lust was something you did to forget about your death” Dorothy said.
“You had to be horny. It was the only way humanity would have survived” Dorothy continued.
“And you’re so cute. You really needed to fuck your way out of extinctions. All of the animals that I have seen die, and humanity has kept chugging along. I am a luminous being. I could take the form of anything I wanted. And yet, I pick humanity. Because if it was anything else, I would never have survived” she said.
Dorothy clapped her hands.
“I had fallen off a ship, and I was accidently released into the ocean. A captain risked the lives of twelve of his men to fish me out. That wouldn’t have worked if I had taken the form of anything else” she said.
She looked at me.
“No other animal risks so much in the face of instinct for the chance at reproduction. It is something that makes you human” she said.
She rubbed her hands together.
“Is this the wish you really want? Is it truly what you seek in your deepest of desires?” she asked.
“It is” I told her.
“Very well” she said.
She ran her hands through her long black hair.
“I will keep an eye on you. I have a lot of things I wish to do now that I have a temporary freedom” she said.
She took a deep breath.
“My freedom only lasts as long as your wish is granted. I have a huge interest in ensuring your survival through everything” she said.
“Thank you for that” I said.
“No problem” she said.
She clapped her hands again.
“Close your eyes. It tends to get bright. Don’t make anything strange or quick movements. It’s seems like a minor thing, but when you tickle at the existence of reality, it’s amazing how much can go wrong and quickly” she said.
She slapped different parts of her body.
I noticed her breasts jiggling. She knew I noticed.
“Close your eyes” she said.
I did.
I’m glad she had a loving understanding of lust. It made me feel better.
Dorothy stepped toward me.
She hugged me close.
"Do you like Middle Eastern girls?" she asked.
“I never really had the chance to date one” I said.
“Kiss me. Follow the sound of my voice” she said
I leaned in toward Dorothy. I kissed her. Her lips were so soft.
She placed my hands on her hands.
“You have to rub me to make a wish” she said.
“Okay” I said.
“You never done this before?” she asked.
“It’s a little creative for most people” I said.
“People don’t know how to bring magic into their life. That’s why I’m here” she said.
I laughed.
“What’s wrong?” she said.
“I'm not complaining, but I feel like it's a trick” I said.
“The only trick is the one I’m going to pull for you” she said.
She shoved my face into her breasts. She guided my face in motorboating her. It felt so good. Her mocha complexion breasts were natural and welcoming.
I felt silly for my lust requests.
I should have wished for her.
That's what I should have done.
“Open your eyes” she said.
I opened them, only to find that I was no longer holding Dorothy. I was rubbing my head against the bare breasts of another woman.
I was being held.
By a woman.
I was the size of a small child.
This woman had her breasts bare to me. Her breasts were the size of my head.
I made a quick glance around me and noticed how much bigger everything was.
I was on the beach. She was the woman I saw earlier.
I looked at the corner of my eye. I saw my adult self holding the metal detector.
She placed her towel over my head.
I couldn't see anything.
Oh my God, she's flashing him now. She's flashing me now.
Did we time travel? How does she not know who I am?
How does something like this happen?
As I thought about all the things going on, she shoved her giant tit into my face.
I was so happy.
I began to suckle on her breasts. She was smiling at me.
"Do you like sucking at Mommy's breasts?" she said.
I did.
I did a lot.