Update

Hi! Sorry for the delay on this part, work got kinda heavy for the past many days. Also, we're going to be doing this a little differently from now on. You can still put literal verbatim wishes in the comments and I'll consider them for story inclusion, but you can also just put in ideas to drive the story. I'll try to get a mixture of ideas in there if I can, so I won't be picking just one thing.

Main story choices from Valachko and everybody who suggested more wishes. Also noone for something that might happen later. :3

So if you want, for example, Chelsea and 'you' to go to the bowling alley just mention it below. :)

I'll post a cutoff announcement when there are too many comments. :)

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You can't help licking your lips at the scent of those delicious pastries. Her expression suggests she's just as tempted as you.

"Excuse my poor manners, miss! I invited you in, after all, so you're a guest in my home. And I'd be a poor host if I let a guest go hungry!" you say, layering on the politeness.

You smile, patting the seat next to you on the couch. "I can think of no greater delight than to share a banquet with such a lovely visitor. If that's your first wish, then it's mine, as well!"

She smiles widely, moving effortlessly from the floor to the couch. "Oh, I think we're going to get along great. The last person to summon me was more more..." Her features darken and for a moment it feels like the air is being sucked from the room. "Demanding."

As you open your mouth to inquire more she snatches a butter cookie from the air places it in your gaping maw. You find yourself chewing in surprise. It's good... not magically good, but still good. It actually tastes a bit like it's from the bakery down the street. You try your best to look like you're enjoying it.

She frowns, "Not what you were expecting?" She closes her eyes and appears to concentrate for a moment. "Oh, that close?" she mumbles to herself. "It's been too long..."

You swallow and try to speak again, only this time meeting a peanut butter cookie before you have a chance. Now you're certain: it's definitely from the bakery down the street. Her frown slowly turns into an expression of sadness.

"I guess the jig is up, I'm not actually making these." She gestures to the floating pastries as she looks away, staring at her feet. "I've been in that stupid lamp so long my powers are almost non-existent. I can't even poof a simple cookie... I'm just transporting them from the nearest confectionery."

You swallow and await the next pastry, but it doesn't come. You cough slightly before speaking, "It's alright."

Both of you sit in silence for a moment, pastries continuing to float slowly around the chipmunk.

Finally you speak up, "Will you get them back?"

"Yes, eventually. It's kind of complicated."

You wait for a moment but she fails to offer any additional information. "Well, that's fine. I can wait before making any additional wishes."

She looks up, smiling. "Additional?" She laughs. "Silly, this one's a freebie. I was only going to make it count if you were an ass." She places a paw on your leg, "...and you've been nothing but enjoyable so far."

"So no wishing for more wishes?"

Her smile fades slightly, "No, afraid not."

You grin, "Ending world hunger then?"

She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Hmm... maybe, but not right now." Her stomach gurgles and you barely make out a faint blush peeking through her fur. She casually snags a floating chocolate frosted donut from the air and takes a bite out of it. Her eyes widen and her body seems to rapidly freeze in place.

"Are you..." before you can finish the sentence she makes a high pitched squealing noise and jams the remainder of the donut into her mouth, chewing noisily. She swallows heavily before grabbing the next nearest snack, a slice of cheesecake, and jams it whole into her mouth. You find yourself unable to look away. A display of unbridled gluttony follows as she tears through the remainder of the floating treats; occasional moans of what sound like satisfaction mixed amongst the sounds of chewing.

Several minutes later she's sprawled out on the couch cradling a new pot belly. She belches loudly, the blush returning when an even greater intensity. "Sorry." she mumbles. "Food seems to be," she partially suppresses another burp, "much better since I was last out." She springs from the couch, moving much faster than someone in her... condition... should normally be able. "I know! You can show me what's new!"

"Huh?" you mutter as she yanks you from the couch. Her short stature hides what appears to be a much greater strength; you feel like she almost just ripped your shoulder out of the socket.

"Yeah, we can go check out the market! I've been in there for a least a couple hundred years, some fresh air will be good." She looks ecstatic. "Come on, I'll even consider paying. Plus, it'll help me get some of my power back."

"Uh, ok, sure," you stammer. "But you should probably, um, change first."

She gestures at herself, slightly tilting her head. "This doesn't look good anymore?"

"Yes," you say. "I mean no!" She looks mildly amused. "I mean, it's just..."

"Out of date?"

"Yeah."

She concentrates for a moment, her clothing moving like liquid as it changes shape. Her silk pants darken and take on a texture more similar to blue jeans as her bra stretches into a light green crop top. Black tennis shoes fade into existence around her feet. She opens her eyes and twirls in place. "What do you think?"

Her stomach still pooches out a bit over the top of her pants, wobbling slightly as she spins. "Nice!" you finally manage to say.

"Great! Let's go."

She bolts out the door before you have a chance to object.