PLAN B

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,300 words! This does a minor talk topic on when she gets her freedom after you've already wished for it, and it does the 'bad end' where you run out of wishes and you don't wish for her freedom ahead of time.

“That is three wishes made, and that is three wishes granted,” she says without opening her eyes. “My obligations are fulfilled. Our business has concluded, [pc.name].”

Wait, that’s it? Oma told you that she would grant you three wishes, but none of them were to your liking or intent! With every wish she granted, your meanings were twisted and transformed until they were something you didn’t want! This can’t be it, you’re not satisfied!

Oma, however, pays no attention to your ramblings. Red smoke begins to seep from the lamp sitting on her upturned hand; as usual, the smoke wraps itself around Oma’s body, first sinking to the ground around her ankles and then coiling around herself like a snake, obscuring her legs, stomach, and chest as it climbs higher, rotating around her body with every new layer it adds to itself. She doesn’t make any attempt to stop the smoke from rising; she stands stock still, her eyes closed all the while, and she simply lets it all happen.

You lunge at her, trying to pull the lamp from her hands; this isn’t over, it <b>can’t</b> be over! She’s a genie with near-infinite powers, and you were <b>promised</b> that your wishes would be <b>granted</b> as long as she was beholden to you! None of your wishes were granted how you wanted; this can’t end like this!

Your hand shoots into the smoke where you last saw the lamp, but your entire arm passes clean through the smokey pillar; you don’t even displace to ruby-red smoke clouds when you do. You swing and claw at the smoke with both arms, trying to get it to disperse, but nothing works: the haze stubbornly stays in place, and your arms can’t find Oma or her lamp through the clouds anywhere.

Eventually, the smoke starts to recede, but not back into the lamp: the pillar of smoke continues to spin, but the smoke slowly sinks into the ground, with the bottommost layer fanning out in every direction. The red smoke washes against your ankles before diffusing into the air, vanishing entirely. As the pillar sinks and sinks, you find that not only is Oma not standing where it was, but the lamp is missing as well.

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,100 words! This update finishes about half of the scene where you set her free, and the emotional response she has to that. The second half is going to be on what she intends to do with that freedom.

Just as the luster starts to become difficult to look at, it fades, the lamp, chain, and choker all returning to their former sheen. Oma stares at the lamp in her hand with a combination of surprise and trepidation – and then, suddenly, there’s a loud ‘click!,’ loud enough to make her flinch. And when she does, the choker around her neck comes undone from behind her neck: it snaps open, then it falls, left dangling to the lamp by the chain. Just like that, Oma is no longer bound to the lamp.

When the choker hangs limp from the chain, the shining gleam of its gold fades further, going from a brilliant gold to a shiny orange to a dull brown before rusting through in the space of a few seconds. The choker and the six thick, heavy chain links all age by thousands of years in a moment before flaking apart and turning to dust, wisping away with the next light breeze. All that remains is the lamp in her hand, unchanged.

Oma stands, her eyes wide and her mouth agape in shock. Tears start to well in their corners as she reaches up with her trembling left hand and gently rubs her palm along the circumference of her newly-exposed neck, rubbing at skin she likely hasn’t felt in hundreds of generations. She falls to her knees, and as she does, her right hand twists, and the lamp falls from her palm, hitting the ground with a hard ‘flump’ and rolling over itself a few feet away from her body.

Both of her hands go to her neck, gently rubbing alongside it. Her tears start to openly stream down her raised cheeks; her lips are curled upwards in a smile that you wouldn’t describe as ‘big,’ but given what she’s going through, it’s probably all the strength she has to show. She stares at the ground ahead of herself, just short of your feet where you stand.

“I’m free,” she whispers to herself.

 

[arch99]

Updated Oma with 1,100 words! This update finishes about half of the scene where you set her free, and the emotional response she has to that. The second half is going to be on what she intends to do with that freedom.

I went back just now and read all the little Oma previews you've given - I'm super excited for her! you've made such an interesting character here, exploring what it means to have been trapped like this for so long, but giving us the ability to actually, truly, help her, and to have her begin to trust us in turn. it's very sweet.
edit: minor wording

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,000 words! This does a fat chunk of the scene where she finally has her freedom and she's still just kind of processing it. It's some of my better emotional work, in my opinion!

“I often fantasized about this moment,” she admits. “Or… perhaps not this <b>moment</b>, but my future. What I would do with my freedom now that I have it. The options that would be available to me.” With her right hand, she reaches up to her eyes and wipes away the tears with the back of her knuckle. “I’m still… processing it, I think.”

She doesn’t know?

“There are just so many things, [pc.name]! I could see the world; I could use my magic for myself! I could… I could wear plain clothes and wander the streets of the world’s cities as a mortal once again! I could make a wage for myself as a jester or minstrel – imagine the reputation I would gain! I’m a <b>genie</b>; if the people are entertained by sleight-of-hand slipping a ball into a sleeve, imagine if I could… turn a pocket inside-out, then right-side in, and then withdraw a rabbit or something from inside it.”

You laugh well-meaningly – her idea of freedom is getting paid to perform parlor tricks?

“My idea of ‘freedom’ is whatever I want it to be. That’s the whole point! [pc.name], I’ve gone hundreds of generations beholden to whomsoever possessed the lamp. I know it might sound silly, but having the freedom to live my life however I want it to be is a <b>gift</b>, and if I want to live it as a mortal, with all the ugliness and unpleasantries that being a mortal includes, I would love nothing more!”

“After all that I said, I think…,” she starts, “I think I’d like to stay with you, [pc.name].”

… Really? After all of that talk about living her life the way she wants and being able to do anything, she’s going to stay with you? Not that you’re about to say no….

“You were my fifty-seventh master, [pc.name]. I had fifty-six masters before you, with many of them promising me that they would find a way to break my shackles and give me my freedom – without costing them their one-of-three opportunities to utilize the full powers of the genie. You are the first, last, and only master to show such strength of character in the face of ultimate power that you would grant me the thing I was always promised, but never given.”

Her hands reach up, gently cupping your cheeks, her thumbs lightly grazing your cheekbones. From the look in her eyes, you’d think she was about to confess her feelings for you.

“I want to be with you,” she says. “I want to know what sort of life experiences are involved in making a person like you. You’ve given me my freedom; you may only be mortal, but the least I can do with the gift you’ve given me is stay with you until the end of your days. And from then on, I will do enough living for the both of us.”

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,100 words! This finishes the scene where you set her free, and she 'departs' by giving you two gifts in particular. Three if you count her lamp, which she considers trash.

I think the only things left are some cleanup and then all the tasty sex scenes!

She leans back, her hand trailing from your ear to your neck and down your arms until her hands land in yours. You feel her fingers curl into your palms, squeezing you in them, her thumbs crooking around your own as she holds you tightly. Then, suddenly, she leans back in, her eyes closed, her lips softly pressing against your own, her body pressing tightly enough against you that you can feel her heart beat through her chest. The motion is quick and insistent – but she lingers, holding herself to you, enjoying her moment with the person that gave her the thing she wanted most in her many eternities as a genie.

You blink – and suddenly, she’s gone, leaving you kissing nothing at all. You can still feel her warmth against your body and her lips against yours; she <b>was</b> there, you didn’t imagine her. But she’s vanished completely, leaving no trace behind.

And yet, you can feel that she’s close by. Her presence wraps around you like a warm blanket on a cool night. When you turn your head to one side, you feel it more obviously: she’s gone into the ear stud she’s just given you, just as she said she would. If you ever want to see her again, all you need to do is touch it and think of her….

 

[B]

Updated Oma with about 900 words! This is mostly clean-up stuff, namely: summoning and dismissing Oma if she's been freed. The next update or two will probably be more non-content updates before I get to the sex so that I have all my ducks in a row.

You tell Oma that you enjoy her company, and that it’s good to see her in such high spirits after you had given her your freedom – but as much as you enjoy spending time with your genie, there are other things that need your attention. Those ‘life experiences’ that she said she wanted to follow you around for aren’t going to happen on their own!

“I understand,” she says, stepping into your personal space. Her left hand goes to your [pc.hips], her fingers coyly playing at the waistband of your [pc.lowerGarments], while her right hand goes to your cheek; her palm gently cups it as she pulls herself into you, placing her lips against your own and lingering there for a few seconds longer than most would consider simply ‘friendly.’ “Call me again when you can, [pc.name]. I won’t be too far away.”

When she pulls back, her lips are spread high enough that her cheeks rise to meet her eyes – and when you blink, she’s vanished so completely, it’s as if she wasn’t ever there. But you can still feel the warmth of her hand on your cheek, and the way her thumb crooked into your waistband, and the shadow of her lips against yours.

All you need is to touch her ear stud and think of her, and she’ll be right back with you.

 

[arch99]

This might not be exactly the place to ask this, but do you know what the expected turnaround from finishing Oma to her being in the game would be? I'm curious when that'd be.

 

[B]

I couldn't give an exact timeline. Generally speaking, once a project hits Ready To Code, the coding process is pretty fast. Once BerryQuest2 got past the transforming dungeon, the rest of the content was done soon after.

Once she's submitted, she needs to be reviewed and vetted; then she'll need adjustments and editing; then coding, testing, and implementing. That's the workflow, but I don't want to give any approximations so I'm not setting expectations.

 

[arch99]

I couldn't give an exact timeline. Generally speaking, once a project hits Ready To Code, the coding process is pretty fast. Once BerryQuest2 got past the transforming dungeon, the rest of the content was done soon after.

Once she's submitted, she needs to be reviewed and vetted; then she'll need adjustments and editing; then coding, testing, and implementing. That's the workflow, but I don't want to give any approximations so I'm not setting expectations.

Very fair! I just keep getting excited then realizing there's a long process to actually get to befriend her lol

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,200 words, but all of it is subject to change. I wanted to write some companions stopping you from making bad wishes, and I'm looking for approval from character authors before proceeding. In this blurb, Arona stops you from wishing for more wishes.

Just as you close your eyes to really put some long, hard thought into how to phrase your wish so that you can get more, you hear Arona’s voice booming through the air, hitting your ears like a drum. “Hey, [pc.name]!” she shouts jovially, laughing once, apparently proud of something. “Check this out!”

You turn back towards the campfire, and there is Arona, her war hammer held tightly in her grip – with its head set ablaze, the fire wicking off its metal, although the flame is weak. You doubt the flame would survive a swing. “Fuck yeah, right?!” she laughs, hefting it up a bit. “Turns out that orc sweat is flammable! Well,” she continues, spinning the hammer in her grip, “only a little, anyway. I needed to work up a hell of a sweat to get this going.” She smiles at you widely enough to show you her molars. “But can you imagine? I’d really bring the <b>heat</b> to the heat of the battle!”

To demonstrate her apparent mastery of alchemy, she swings the hammer once, the weapon battering through the air with a low, heavy thrum. Just like you had guessed, the flame dies out after one swing – and the flammable sweat that had been clinging to her hammer flicks off in multiple directions with her swing, causing embers to fly as they go. One of them hits your tent.

“Oh, shoot,” Arona grunts, dropping her hammer and turning her attention to the tent. You rush to help her; if you don’t get that under control in a hurry, you’ll have a serious problem on your hands.

With all the adrenaline pumping through you, you’ve forgotten all about what was bothering you before. Whatever it was, it wasn’t as important as this.

Also written is Agni stopping you from wishing for immortality; Kioyoko, for power; and Quin, for sex. They're all in the document but they're all subject to change.

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,000 words! This update has Viviane stopping you from wishing for the ability to teleport, and Etheryn - or, actually, her familiar, Harrick - distracting you from wishing for deeper pockets.

You were just thinking about how walking the world of Savarra – while it’s good exercise and the sights are beautiful – is, well, it’s hard. You were thinking that it’d be amazing if you could simply <b>be</b> wherever it is that you wanted to be with just a thought: if you could imagine yourself in a place, you’d be there instantly. No walking; no need to carry heavy camping supplies; no worrying about combatting the elements. Just, one thought, and suddenly, you’re there.

“Ooh, that <b>does</b> sound useful,” she says, placing her chin on the crux of her thumb[viv.isDemon| – although, the snide smirk on her face almost makes her look like she’s making fun of you|, carefully thinking about the logistics of the wish]. “But there are ways it could go belly-up, as it were.”

Such as?

“Well, based on the language you used, how would you differentiate between an errant thought about Hawkethorne from a place you actually wanted to visit?” she asks. “If I said, ‘I’m thirsty; I can’t wait to go back to the Frost Hound for a drink,’ your mind would, subconsciously or not, think of the tavern. Would you suddenly find yourself there?”

Well–

“And <b>where</b> in the Frost Hound would you appear?” she continues. “In the very spot you imagined, perhaps, but what if you misremembered it? What if you imagined yourself just a bit too short – would your feet sink into the floor? What if someone or something was at the exact spot you imagined yourself as; would one of you be obliterated? Would you, perhaps, mix yourselves together? If Garth had set down a crate on the spot you imagined, would you be half [pc.race] and half crate?”

That doesn’t–

“Or perhaps the opposite issue – what if you misremembered some detail, and then the magic wouldn’t function properly? What if you remember the bar as you last saw it, down to the very details, but one of the stools was slightly misaligned since last you had gone? The place in your mind would technically not exist. Would the magic still work?”

With a bit of clever phrasing, you could get Oma to–

“And then there are other spatial concerns to keep in mind as well. What if–”

You know what? Never mind. You’ll think of something else.

Viviane crinkles her nose, trying to hold back her laughter. “I’m glad I could help.”

I think that's absolutely everything! Time to write some porn

 

[B]

Updated Oma with about 1,400 words! This does the bad wish for sex with Oma: it's intentionally as plain and boring as I can make it. Oma is obliged to grant your wish, but you can't make her want it.

[pc.hasCock|With a thrust, you’re inside Oma’s body[pc.cockRange 0 15|, and|. Despite your absolute immensity, you nonetheless fit inside her without issue. But]… it’s unlike anything you had felt before, and not strictly in a good way. You can tell that her pussy is gripping onto your cock, squeezing you down from every angle, but the inside of her body feels smooth as a stone. She is neither warm nor cold and there is no friction when you press yourself in deeper. If it weren’t for the pressure of her body against you, you’d have been questioning <b>yourself</b> if it was in.|With a grind, you slide yourself across Oma’s body, and… it’s unlike anything you were expecting, and not strictly in a good way. You can tell that you’re on top of her, and that your body weight is pushing her down, and you can feel yourself sliding across her form, but the opposite of your fears had come to light: you were worried that her lack of ‘enthusiasm’ would make the friction too strong, but, in fact, you glide across her like she’s made of glass: almost no friction at all. She’s neither warm nor cold, as well. If it weren’t for your body pressing against her, you’d have questioned what it was you were fucking at all.]

There are few sensations that go into having sex with Oma. There is no sloppy ambience of meat grinding against meat. Oma doesn’t moan, and the few times you catch her eyes looking into yours, it’s with the same interest you have reading the specials menu at a tavern when you’re not hungry. You’re pretty sure any scent you smell is your own. Oma’s legs remain pried apart and she doesn’t attempt to close them; when you lift her left leg and wrap it around yourself, she keeps it aloft, but she doesn’t press it into you, which sort of makes things worse.

“You have orgasmed,” Oma states mechanically. She raises her left hand and snaps her fingers–

And suddenly, you’re back where you were before you had made your wish: standing a short distance from the camp you had set up. You’re fully dressed, if a bit wobbly on your legs; you aren’t sure how much of what you just experienced was real, but there is no doubt that your orgasm was. Your [pc.hasCock|[pc.cock]|[pc.vagina]] is still sensitive to the sudden stimulation to prove it. When you look up, Oma is standing across from you, herself as fully dressed as before you started, her back straight and her expression as stony as ever, with her lamp sitting on her upturned right palm.

“Your wish has been granted,” she says.

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,100 words! This gets a decent way into the scene where you make hand-holding, kissy-face, gently-caressing missionary love to Oma. It's the first time in a very, very long time that she's wanted to have sex with anyone - you'd better treat her right!

It’d be easy to just [pc.hasCock|pull back[pc.cockRange 0 12| a bit]|press forward] and get right into the act, but there’s more to sex than just fucking your partner. Oma’s face is flushed dark red with arousal, her eyes narrowed into thin lines underneath her raised cheeks; her tongue slips from the corner of her mouth to wet her dry lips, looking like she’s about ready to ask you for something to quench her thirst. Her dark nipples are fully erect on her pert, firm D’s – wait, are they bigger? Did she make herself bigger for you?

When you notice, your face scrunches in confusion just slightly, but more than enough for her to pick up on. She giggles, her eyes flitting from yours to her chest, and when you look again, you could swear, they got just a tiny bit heavier again.

(Oma is normally a C-cup)

“[oma.collared|[pc.Master],” she starts–

You interrupt her, letting her fat nipple slip from your mouth, to tell her to call you by your name. This isn’t about you; this is about both of you. Save the [pc.master] stuff for something kinkier.

She laughs, then moans in delight when your mouth goes back to her nipple. “[pc.name]|[pc.name]],” she starts[oma.collared| again], but she stops before she can get a word out; all that comes out of her throat is a girlish moan as her legs squeeze around your [pc.hips] and your hand squeezes yours. You wonder how long it’s been for her since she got any real action – or, given her history as a genie, any sex that she herself wanted. She’s holding you and grinding up against you like she only recently discovered what sex was and she’s eager to learn more.

 

[Animalistic]

Oh, we get to enslave her? ~~ Nice ~~

 

[B]

Realistically, roleplaying where Oma is still the slave would probably be a hard sell, since she's lived that all her life. But on the other hand, she'd also probably be up for whatever since she knows it's roleplay and she's a free woman and could just fuck off if she really didn't like it.

Putting the collar and leash on you would be a fun change of pace for her, though.

 

[Emily Smith]

Realistically, roleplaying where Oma is still the slave would probably be a hard sell, since she's lived that all her life. But on the other hand, she'd also probably be up for whatever since she knows it's roleplay and she's a free woman and could just fuck off if she really didn't like it.

Putting the collar and leash on you would be a fun change of pace for her, though.

Ooh I like the last one.. my champs are all happy to lead around on the leash.

 

[arch99]

Realistically, roleplaying where Oma is still the slave would probably be a hard sell, since she's lived that all her life. But on the other hand, she'd also probably be up for whatever since she knows it's roleplay and she's a free woman and could just fuck off if she really didn't like it.

Putting the collar and leash on you would be a fun change of pace for her, though.

OMA TOPS PETPLAY IS ON THE TABLE??

...please? pretty please?

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,000 words! This just gets a fat chunk through the Missionary scene but doesn't quite finish it yet. Next update, though, and then I'll move on to something a bit more fantastic.

“I’m close,” she whines; her eyes and her hair are still flashing every color on the spectrum, but they’re starting to go through them at a faster pace as her heart rate kicks up. “Kiss me, [pc.name].”

When your [pc.lips] meet hers, it’s not a gentle, loving, halfway-innocent thing like it was before: it’s a sexual, almost aggressive kiss, with her tongue surging into your mouth, smashing and fighting against yours, her spit immediately slipping from the corners of her mouth as she tries to maintain a steady pace with you. She moans as she tastes you, her tongue pressing against the inside of your cheeks and twisting to rub her buds against yours. It’s a full, wet kiss that leaves her moaning and you both struggling to maintain your breath through your noses.

OMA TOPS PETPLAY IS ON THE TABLE??

...please? pretty please?

I'm not super familiar with the petplay fetish and, ideally, someone else that's into it would write it for her. She's supposed to be very friendly towards outside submissions, so, maybe somebody will write it.

 

[arch99]

Updated Oma with 1,000 words! This just gets a fat chunk through the Missionary scene but doesn't quite finish it yet. Next update, though, and then I'll move on to something a bit more fantastic.


I'm not super familiar with the petplay fetish and, ideally, someone else that's into it would write it for her. She's supposed to be very friendly towards outside submissions, so, maybe somebody will write it.

Absolutely fair! You just mentioned her wanting to collar someone else and I instantly... insert that voice line from the old castlevanias where Alucard just goes "I'm interested in this" lmao

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,200 words! This finishes off the Missionary scene. With all variables, the scene is 3,300 words, but it should parse down to about 1,900-ish. More if you have more bells and whistles, i.e. a knot, high cum output, etc.

Eventually, you collapse on top of Oma, your face burying into her fat E-cup tits for support. You’re both left gasping and twitching, coiled up into each other’s bodies. With every breath you take, Oma’s scent makes its way into your nose – and you realize that your tongue is dry.

You look up to Oma just as her eyes start to roll back down. Her mouth is open and panting, her lips curled downward, too exhausted to keep smiling… but you can see in her eyes that she’s in the mood for some ‘cooling down,’ too.

When your lips press together, her tongue surges into your mouth once more, with all the energy of a woman that’s already looking for a round two….

This was really the only 'vanilla' scene I planned to write. I could write oral, anal, etc, but I wanted to get into what makes Oma special: wish fulfillment. I was thinking of writing you fucking a harem of Oma's next and I have plans for others.

Other ideas include:
1) An adjustment to the petplay idea: the PC is wearing a collar, but there is more than one Oma, and they're all holding different leashes and tugging you to them when they need some attention
2) Oma is a giant and a lupine and has a sheath; you shove your head right on into it
3) Oma is a Mimic disguised as a treasure chest; you, the unassuming adventurer, open the chest and a giant tongue snatches you up and jumbles you around in its mouth
4) Roleplay where Oma adjusts herself to be your race and has your eye colour and hair colour and she's pretending to be your sister/mom

Lots of ideas and possibilities!

 

[B]

I should note, I'm taking next week off to focus on my TiTS project and I should be back to Oma on the 21st

 

[PuppyPrincess]

Putting the collar and leash on you would be a fun change of pace for her, though.
Other ideas include:

1) An adjustment to the petplay idea: the PC is wearing a collar, but there is more than one Oma, and they're all holding different leashes and tugging you to them when they need some attention

Ooh yes please! <3 Oma sounds great!

 

[arch99]

1) is extremely good holy crap yes.

I would also love to see Oma DPing you? could be part of the harem scene or something else (harem of Oma without dicks for champs who have one and wanna be a big stud fucking their way through a harem of girls, harem of Omas with dicks for champs (me) who wanna get demolished by a big harem of ladies??)

 

[B]

Updated Oma with 1,100 words! This just does the intro to her sex scenes and technically doesn't do anything sexy, although it illustrates to you, the reader, what she's capable of and what to expect. Gonna write you having sex with a harem of Oma's next!

“You know, [pc.name],” she says with a low drawl, “even though you’ve wished for my freedom, I still retain the powers of the genie. I could still grant wishes, at my own prerogative.”

[pc.cunningRange 0 60|Really?|She’s going somewhere with this, that’s obvious… but you play along anyway and ask her to elaborate.]

“What you’ve given me, [pc.name], is the ability to say the word ‘no.’ Before you, I was at the mercy of my master’s whims. Or, three of them, anyway. If they wished anything from me, it was not within my abilities to say ‘no.’”

She steps into you, her left hand going to your waist, her fingers lightly gripping onto your hips and just around to your [pc.ass]. With her right hand, she extends her index finger, drawing a line across your jaw and ending at your chin.

“For you, and only you,” she continues, her hot breath coasting along your cheek, “I’d much rather say ‘yes.’”

Again, she changes forms: her ears get significantly longer and more angular; her eyes turn yellow, her pupils changing to slits; her hair extends down to her ankles, during pitch-black as it does; her skin turns a dark shade of green; her breasts enlarge again, both of them larger than her own head, and her ass billows out from behind herself as she does; and, finally, she shrinks, her face now level with your crotch. She’s turned into a goblin – one that’s absolutely <b>stacked</b>, and, from the way her scrunched nose presses dangerously close to your groin, one that’s ready for some fun.

“And there are no limitations to what I can be.”

She shifts again: she gets taller, back to your eye level; thick, bristly, light-grey fur sprouts all over her body, followed by a long, thick, bushy tail just above her ass; her face elongates into a telltale lupine snout; her eyes shift to green, maintaining their slit pupils; her breasts shrink back into her chest, turning her flat; and, instead, you feel something jut against your lower abdomen – when you look down, the lupine you’re standing in front of has sprouted a frankly <b>obscene</b> cock, with a shaft longer than your forearm and thicker than your wrist, all with a knot that’s, well, that’s not fitting inside any part of you. Not without some effort.

She shifts again: her height doesn’t change; her eyes turn [pc.eyeColor]; her hair {PC is bald|disappears to nothing, leaving her bald|turns [pc.hairColor]; [pc.sfs|her fur reverts back to skin and shifts to [pc.skinColor]|her fur shifts to a more-familiar [pc.furColor]|her fur disappears and her skin hardens to scales, shifting to [pc.skinColor]|her fur shifts, turning to something else that’s [pc.skinColor]]; [pc.cupRange flat A||her chest grows again, filling out into a [pc.chest]; ][pc.hasCock|the thick, lupine shaft crawling up your stomach swirls and transforms into a [pc.cock]|the thick, lupine shaft crawling up your stomach evaporates into thin air, leaving just a [pc.vagina]]. By the time she’s finished, you can’t help but reel back in surprise – she’s turned into you!

Before you have the chance to even open your mouth, you feel a second body step into your personal space from behind yourself, their arms gently wrapping around your body and hugging you close. When you turn your head to see who it is, you’re greeted with the sight of another you. Not only has Oma copied your very body, but she can make multiples of herself. And she can probably do that infinitely.

“Whatever fantasy you can think of,” both of your doppelgängers say in tandem before the one behind you suddenly vanishes, and the one in front of you shifts again, [pc.hisHer] body transforming once more into Oma’s familiar, elven visage, “I can grant. Aside from my three limitations as a genie, there are <b>no</b> limitations.”

She leans in, her nose pressing to yours, her eyes narrowing like she’s <b>daring</b> you to ask her to fulfill your deepest, most degenerate fantasies. Anything you can think of – any act, with any person or thing, in any scenario or location – she can grant.

“Just say the word.”

 

[arch99]

Is sex with a harem of Omas intended to be just the PC being the "giver" so to speak or is there an option where you take a more submissive role in having all the Omas top you basically? I would be extremely excited for the second personally

 

[B]

Haha, if you're the one getting fucked by the harem, that's not a harem; that's you being the main character in a gangbang

I wanted to try and give something to players that prefer explicitly-PC top content. The petplay scene would be more for the submissive kittens.

 

[arch99]

Haha, if you're the one getting fucked by the harem, that's not a harem; that's you being the main character in a gangbang

I wanted to try and give something to players that prefer explicitly-PC top content. The petplay scene would be more for the submissive kittens.

Very fair! Just wanted to check.

...and being the main character in a gangbang of hot genie girls admittedly sounds very nice, so.

 

[Animalistic]

I know that this is late in development and that I should have suggested this sooner, but do you have any intentions on writing a wish that screws her over in some way.

"I want this lamp to move somewhere where no one can find it!"
"W-hat?" and poof, she is gone.
Well, onto your next advenuture

The more I read about her, the more I do come to hate her.

Edit:I wonder how she would ""Monkey paw"" that one.

 

[<><]

Will you give as a wish where we can throw her into sun or something?
Just a quick


The more I read about her, the more I do come to hate her.

Edit:I wonder how she would ""Monkey paw"" that one.

Wish granted!

Your ass is now infused with the lamp, making the lamp unable to be found, but allowing her to grant wishes to a far larger audience.

 

[arch99]

Will you give as a wish where we can throw her into sun or something?
Just a quick


The more I read about her, the more I do come to hate her.

Edit:I wonder how she would ""Monkey paw"" that one.

Why the fuck would you say something that extremely rude and bitchy directly in B's thread to B, her writer? "I hate the character you wrote and want to kill her off even though she's an innocent (something the game doesn't even allow in the first place), and I feel the need to tell you this to your face"

Fuck is your problem here??

Especially since she's a character you have to heavily opt-in to even see - you have to meet the Kobold Queen, which can already be a little bit of a pain in the ass, and then you have to ask to take the lamp from her hoard, which is something you don't need to do. The only reason you'd ever have Oma in your save in the first place is if you choose to, and here you are going "I want to be able to choose to have her just so I can kill an innocent, sweet girl" which is explicitly against the design decisions of this game. And once again, you're doing this directly to her writer, who has put in a ton of work making her, talking about how you despise her.