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Henry was a boy who had recently finished high school and entered college to study history. He was a fairly intelligent boy (though his forte was not numbering) kind, slim (though not famished) but not much muscle either. A light brown hair covered his head, his face was free of any facial hair and, behind his glasses, a pair of green eyes sparkled.

He had spent the first semester magnificently, with high grades and hardly any stress. For the first time, he was fully enjoying school life (at least in his way). He wasn't a party boy, he didn't even like alcohol, if anything a little wine now and then, but he had managed to make some friends with whom he went out to various places, such as the city's museums, theaters, or cinemas, other times they just stayed at someone's house or apartment and spent it watching movies or playing video games.

The only thing that was not going well was his love life, being introverted and shy did not help him to get girls, not to mention his somewhat mediocre physique, but that did not bother him so much, he said that someday he would get the opportunity.

It was spring break, Henry decided to go to his hometown to pay a visit to his parents, especially to his grandfather, who ran an antique store. It was a small one, located at the north end of the market street, however, it was quite popular with both locals and outsiders, Henry still remembered the day he made the website for his grandfather, since then sales have gone up considerably.

The store took up an entire one-story house. However, the exterior of the house matched the rest of the architecture of the street: a house built during the second half of the last century, the interior was completely different: the furniture was all made of precious woods brought from the tropical areas of the new world, such as mahogany, with styles dating from rococo to Art Nouveau. The shelves were filled with figurines, some antique clocks, jewelry, and even the occasional book. Chandeliers just as old-fashioned illuminated the small store, and there were even some chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, although these were not lit.

It was the visits to his grandfather's store that awakened his love of history. Seeing so many antique objects prompted him to learn about and delve into past eras, to investigate the uses people put them to, and then the times in which they were used. At first, he only inquired about the objects he saw in the store, but later, on his initiative, he searched about other topics, he became interested in the different civilizations that existed in the world, and in the different political events.

He arrived on a Monday night he went to his parent's house to rest from the long trip he had made that day, and also to greet them. It was not until the next morning that he went to his grandfather's store, who greeted him cheerfully, with that perfect smile, with all his teeth, rare for someone his age.

That day the store was somewhat empty, something rare, his grandfather told him. As soon as he had dispatched the few customers of the moment, the two got to talking. Henry told him how his semester at college was going, while his grandfather told him about the store the past few months, how he had acquired several items that were quite rare because of their origin. They were Middle Eastern items, according to the owners, possibly from the 17th century, although his grandfather commented that it was very likely that some were even older, that they had been passed down from generation to generation.

Henry was excited to see these objects, he had rarely seen items from those parts of the world in his grandfather's store, so he did not waste much time asking him about them, to which his grandfather replied that they were in the stockroom for the moment, he would have liked to show them to him personally, but at that moment he had remembered that he had some urgent business to attend to and he had to leave. Henry replied that he would take care of closing the store after seeing the objects, which his grandfather agreed to immediately, as he had full confidence in his grandson. So, without further ado, he handed him the keys, put up the closed sign, and left the store.

The storage room was located in the basement of the house, it was as spacious as the store, although, due to all the objects that were stored there, the space was quite cramped. His grandfather tried his best to keep it clean, but it was almost impossible to get rid of all the dust and cobwebs that covered the corners of the walls or hung from shelves.

Henry flipped on the only switch in the room before descending the stairs to the basement. The weathered wooden stairs creaked with each step he took, it had always been that way since childhood. Henry remembered the times he had imagined his grandfather's store as some sort of haunted house when he was a kid, even the occasional time, usually on weekends, his grandfather would let him and his friends play in it.

Another quality of that space was that, despite everything, it was quite organized, grandfather kept a strict order of where the goods were placed: the oldest ones at the end, while the ones that had just been added were placed right at the beginning. Indeed, no sooner had he set foot outside the stairs to the basement than he found a group of objects of Arabian origin. The carpet was the giveaway; it was open, covering a bundle, possibly the rest of the objects. Henry was struck by how beautiful it was, like almost all Muslim art, its ornamentation was based mainly on geometric figures and plant patterns, with hardly any animal depictions, humans least of all. The colors were somewhat dull, but nothing that a restoration could not repair. It was soft and velvety when he put his hands on it to see what was underneath, he couldn't help but linger for a few moments just enjoying that texture.

Under the carpet were stacked several boxes, all closed, but not sealed. Henry spent the space of an hour opening and appreciating each of the objects they contained. Some boxes were filled with jewelry, made of gold, and silver, many inlaid with precious and semi-precious stones such as diamonds, rubies, sapphires, pearls (most of them), from necklaces to bracelets, and some rings. There were also beautifully sculpted ceramic vases in smooth and rounded shapes, again ornamented with natural motifs. There were also some metal objects, among them an oil lamp.

The oil lamp was about the size of an outstretched hand, was made of bronze, and beautifully decorated with bas-reliefs of botanical elements and inscriptions in Arabic, possibly some passages from the Koran. Perhaps out of childhood nostalgia as he recalled the movies and serials that dealt with the theme of genies, especially the story of "Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp", which he had the opportunity to read it later and again reaffirm that the original version was much better than most movie and TV versions, he felt the urge to rub, as if to remove the centuries of dust and rust, the lamp.

What would not be his surprise when he saw a trickle of smoke begin to emanate from the opening of the kettle? At first, he thought it was the dust being stirred, but as he noticed the smoke thickening and increasing in length, he threw the lamp to the floor. The lights suddenly went out, it began to get hotter. The smoke swirled in front of him, becoming thicker, almost solid, and creating a cloud. This cloud later began to take on a human silhouette: that of a huge man, with diabolical features, but with a well-worked body, with hardly any body fat. His skin was pale, but covered with innumerable tattoos, fingers with nails so long that they were more like claws, eyes as bright as two flames, pointed ears, and pronounced lower fangs. A pair of bracelets wrapped tightly around the wrists of his arms, and a chain adorned his neck.

"I am the slave of the lamp, I am at your command," bellowed that humanoid being like a clap of thunder that shook the entire house. Henry remained mute and paralyzed on the floor before that event, but after having calmed down a little, he managed to articulate words again.

"Are you a genie?" stammered the boy without taking his eyes off those two flames that were the eyes of that being that could almost be said to incinerate the soul.

"I am an ifrit, a spirit of fire that was imprisoned in that lamp by the great Suleiman millennia ago when Babylon was still great and powerful.

Henry considered the idea that all this was simply a dream; after all, a genie couldn't be in front of him. With his trembling hand he pinched one of his arms, the fact that it hurt and that, even having opened his eyes again, the genie was still there, convinced him (partially) that it was all real.

"So, I'm entitled to three wishes?" asked Henry, his voice still sounding broken, frightened.

"Three?" the genie arched one of his eyebrows in puzzlement, "As long as you have that lamp in your possession, you can make as many wishes as you want."

Henry's face lit up with a smile. Thousands of possibilities went through his head at the speed of light, what could he ask for, the world was at his feet, well he contemplated the possibility of wishing to be from a successful person, millionaire to even being the very master of the world, who would stop him, only the one who would take the lamp from him. But he did not wish to be the omnipotent master of the world, he was quite satisfied with his life, except for one thing, with himself, with his body.

"I wish to be the apex of masculinity," Henry said, looking the genius in the eye. That was to be his first wish, to possess a body that all women would desire, a magnetic, confident, daring personality. With that wish, what he longed for would be his.

"So be it," the genie gave an evil laugh on his face and snapped his fingers. A cloud of smoke like a small whirlwind enveloped Henry's body. The whirlwind whirled around him, and with each revolution, the boy's body lit up with a green glow.

"Men are tall," With those words, Henry felt as if all his bones broke at the same time and began to stretch, the growth lines had reopened and magically new calcium deposits were deposited in the new bone matrix that was continuously being generated. Inch by inch Henry climbed in height, from 5'10" to 5'11", and finally stood at 6'2" tall. The area around his waist and ankles was uncovered, the sleeves of his shirt felt funny when he moved it, and his shoes were too tight.

"Men are strong" A new wave of growth swept over his body, but this time it was en masse. Henry had gotten even thinner with his newfound height, his arms were puny, and if you took his shirt off, his ribs would have been visible with little effort, but no sooner had that wave of growth swept over his body, new mass was added.

The outline of his bones was erased, the ribs were covered by layers of muscle and skin, and the joints were no longer so evident. Henry, for a few moments, looked again as he had a few minutes ago, except for his height, and then added more mass to his figure. First of all, his muscles were toned, and outlines of his muscles were marked underneath that skin in a body almost devoid of fat. But the muscles didn't stop there, they continued to grow. His shoulders widened the distance between them, rounded and gained mass, his trapeziuses projected upwards, and his neck thickened so that the grunts he emitted from time to time due to the slight discomfort of his body being transformed became small roars.

The sleeves of his shirt began to tear as his arms increased in thickness, and veins emerged under his skin and snaked along said limbs. His fists clenched, his fingers were now as thick as his thumb was, and his palms became calloused.

As for his chest, with every breath of air that entered his lungs, it expanded both to the front and to the sides. The once non-existent pectorals blossomed into a pair of firm, fleshy mountains that made the nipples point downward and together with the imposing figure of his torso and arms as a whole inspired strength and power. The abdominal muscles followed immediately; six small mountains were drawn in over his belly.

The back only accentuated the V that now formed his torso. It became an impenetrable wall of strength and muscle, with the deltoids as wide as wings and the myriad valleys that were drawn with his every movement.

Finally, came the legs. These did not take long to reach the upper trunk of his body to support the new weight that hovered over them, they became columns as strong as basalt, powerful, capable of destroying a wall with a kick as well as taking him to incredible speeds in a race.

"Men are hairy," After these words, a fire spread across Henry's skin, his cheeks darkened as a beard began to grow, and his arms, chest, and abdomen were covered at the same time with a light layer of hair, not so much as to form an impenetrable carpet, but enough to accentuate the masculinity.

"And, of course, you must be gay," the genie's grin widened even more, exposing his golden fangs that flashed in the lamplight.

"Gay!" bellowed Henry, "No, I'm not..."

"What better example of masculinity than for one man to dominate another," sneered the genie, "So, yes, from now on you will assert your will over other men that way."

Henry tried to resist, to say something, but apparently, the genie had also cast some incantation to prevent him from uttering a word. He had played a good trick on him, possibly taking revenge for what some Middle Eastern sage had done to him thousands of years ago.

The history student's mind was a conflict, on the one hand, he saw countless beautiful women parade by, slender, long-haired, and well-groomed, with firm breasts, round, luscious thighed legs, juicy buttocks, captivating eyes, he saw them with and without clothes, but he began to scream internally as he saw his interest waning, worse, he panicked as he saw them change. Long hair shortened drastically, while a layer of body hair of various densities and lengths shadowed the delicate skin of some on the face, torso, and limbs. Faces became more angular and rugged, hips became smaller, while shoulders expanded, breasts flattened, and their bodies gained muscle mass.

Henry gradually gained interest in those increasingly masculine forms. Gradually his mind surrendered to the new desires, his interest in beautiful pink vaginas changed to that of big fat penises, and he began to crave the pungent masculine aroma to the detriment of the floral one of women. He craved the vigor of men, dominating them and destroying asses with his penis, committing fellatio, and having other men as virile as he was doing it to him in return. His porn stars, as well as his fetishes, changed completely, there was no more room for big breasts, now he only craved big pecs, strong abdomens, strong arms, and portentous backs.

"Finally," said the genie before snapping his fingers, "I must give you a huge penis with balls to match."

After hearing the genie's snap, Henry felt how his most intimate parts were constricted by the remnants of his underwear, something that the genie noticed immediately, so, with another movement of his fingers, he made them disappear. It was at that instant that the boy witnessed how his most intimate parts went from being relatively average to growing to unusual dimensions. He couldn't stop his mouth from watering, his new, 100% gay brain reveling in that juicy member and those huge, cum-laden balls.

"God, I'm so sexy," Henry commented as he explored his own body, "I could fuck myself."

Henry took some time to appreciate his new physique, he clenched his hands into a fist and flexed his arms to appreciate the huge biceps he had gained, veins coursing through them. Then he caressed his pecs, even pinched his nipples, which sent a mild wave of pleasure, later his hand traveled over his abdomen, feasting on each of his abdominal muscles.

"You are my best work" commented the genie as he approached and even touched his master's naked body.

"I appreciate what you did to me" Henry stared at the genie, with his new sexuality, he could appreciate how beautiful this being was. Despite some non-human characteristics such as the fangs, the pallor of his skin, or the pointed ears, the genie possessed a beautifully sculpted body, not to say that those tattoos that covered his skin enhanced his masculinity. "I like your body."

The genie did not answer but sealed his lips with those of his master. Both men linked their tongues in a passionate dance, explored each other's lips, tasted each other's tongues, and mixed their saliva. Their penises did not take long to react to such an explosion of passion and rose immediately. The bodies of both men moved closer, embraced themselves, their penises remained against each other, and moved their hips to rub against each other, while their hands blindly explored every millimeter of skin, every valley, and every mountain that formed the muscles. Nostrils sniffed that scent of their skin.

Henry, with a precise movement, pulled the genie to the floor and spread his legs on both sides, thus exposing an already dilated (even lubricated) anus where he immediately introduced his member already eager to take a castle.

The genie let out a grunt as his master's penis abruptly entered his rectum. He had granted the boy the perfect size to take him to the pleasure paradise, so he was satisfied. Henry moved his hips back to again do it forward. The genie's body jerked with each thrust of the human, his walls enveloping the human's penis, his prostate being pressed with each movement.

Henry not only rammed the genie but also excited other regions that the position allowed him, as well as his flexibility. He sucked and bit the genie's muscular neck, kissed him, even tried to play with his nipples. The genie responded with moans and scratches on his back. Thus, they remained for a long time until the floodgates of both opened and they unloaded their seed, Henry, inside the genie's rectum, this one, on his belly. It was quite a long orgasm, both panting from the effort, but with a satisfied smile on their faces.

"Genie," said Henry as he lay down next to the genie, "I'm ready for my second wish.