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[b][u][center]The Genie Twist[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Nataraj[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Brett had wondered what was kept in the family attic for years, and now that he was eighteen - and more importantly, his family was out of the house - he could finally find out. He made his way up the ladder to the upper loft, and smiled as he saw the various bits of junk that littered the place.

“Well, this is going to be fun.”

He dragged himself the rest of the way, and carefully pulled the ladder up a little further. Not enough to shut it, but enough to lodge it in place so that he could at least pretend that it was closed later. If family came home, he could hide here until they were not looking, and slide back out again.

With that done, he pulled a flashlight out of his jeans and started to poke around. He was thankful for the fact that he hadn’t fallen into the same practice as his other classmates of overeating every day, which left him skinny enough to slide between the different columns of boxes and between the taller posts of junk that made themselves obstacles to his progress.

The dust and spiders and cobwebs that had come about between the pair of them were a problem, too, and he groaned every time that he had to stop and sweep it out of the way. The last thing he needed was to disturb a bigger, nastier thing, and that made for slow going.

That said, Brett was still rather fascinated by the little treasures that he found. Not everything was amazing, but there were trinkets that caught his attention. There was an hourglass that was out in the open that sparkled despite the lack of light, and he swore that there was some sort of lizard imprint on it for some reason. It didn’t matter, he supposed, but it looked cool.

It was hardly the only thing, either. There was a strange riding crop that seemed to be made of an impossibly warm leather, a quill that gave off a strange, musky scent, and a few sets of rings that didn’t seem to go with fingers, though...he supposed they might have gone with one’s toes.

[i]What the hell was the family collecting?[/i] he wondered, shaking his head a few times as he walked away from the latest item. It was just a collar, but it had a jewel in it that made him feel...weird. [i]This stuff feels more like a museum than a family collection.[/i]

Even so, he was more fascinated than ever, and he was getting more and more curious about what he’d find next. By the time that he found a closed chest on the far side of the attic, Brett was about as pumped up and happy as he could be.

[i]Alright, let’s see what you’re hiding.[/i]

He put the flashlight down beside him and pressed one hand to the chest. Locked, but only barely. Not even clicked shut, just slid through a hole. He shrugged, and pushed the metal out of the way, throwing back the lid.

Inside, he was surprised to see, was a layer of dust on top of just one thing. The little metal lamp was too small to be anything important, and yet, it had the chest all to itself. He cocked his head to the side, flicking the flashlight around to make sure that he wasn’t reaching into a spider nest, and then stuck his hand in.

“Well, might as well get a closer look. If someone decided to store it on its own, must be something interesting.”

Brett shook his head, turning the lamp around. It was fairly typical of the magic lamps in stories, and he chuckled.

“Well, we all know where this is going...Alright, lamp, let’s see if you’re real.”

He pulled his shirt sleeve up, dragging it across the side of the lamp to see if anything happened. The first couple of strokes did nothing, and neither did the next few. But after about ten…

“OW!”

Brett yelped as he dropped the lamp, rubbing his hand as it actually stung as if it had been shocked. For a moment, he thought that he’d missed a spider or something, but there were no bite marks on his hand. Just a...a strange little…

[i]The hell?[/i]

He turned his hand, holding it under the flashlight. A black circle had formed on his palm, almost like it had been burned on, but when he touched it, it didn’t hurt. Nor did it put off any heat, for that matter. Brett turned his hand around a few times, trying to figure out why his palm had turned black, but there was no explanation forthcoming.

“Ahem.”

He blinked. A voice? Who -

“Behind you, human.”

“Human? And what are you, a talking mouse?”

“Elephant, actually, if you don’t mind turning around.”

“Oh, come on, that’s - the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck?!”

Brett almost fell flat on his after turning around, and did take a few steps backwards in panic. He only stopped when he ran into a pile of boxes and nearly knocked them down. Shuffling around, trying to keep the family heirlooms from falling over, he used them as cover at the same time as he stared at the speaker.

It was an elephant, alright, though not one of the four-legged sort. Instead, it stood on two, and instead of the dinner-plate circular feet that he was used to seeing on elephants, it had humanoid soles. Thick legs led up to a thicker set of hips, and a gut that laid on a torso that was otherwise pure muscle. He whistled in surprise at the sheer size of the elephant creature, right up until the point that he realized two things.

The first was that the elephant was naked. And that nakedness, it must be said, was presented in a very obvious, very masculine way. A thick gray shaft hung between the elephant’s legs, and though flaccid, must have measured a foot long.

The second was that, well, this was impossible. And Brett shook his head, chuckling.

“Am I dreaming?”

“Only if you have an attraction to elephant men.”

“Hmm, don’t think I do. Then again, the subconscious is a bitch.”

“Heh, quite often.”

The elephant nodded, and so did he. Much as it was weird to dream of an elephant, he supposed that there were weirder things. Like the time that he dreamed of women that looked like his sister dancing the can-can and throwing butts all over the place. He didn’t want to try and figure that one out.

Instead, he looked back at the lamp on the floor. He hesitated, then slowly walked back. The elephant didn’t move, but instead just seemed to watch him. Fine enough with him, he supposed, even if it was still weird.

He picked up the lamp, and turned it to the side a few times. It was fitting with the whole motif, he supposed, though…

“Are you a genie?”

“Of course.”

“Don’t you usually wear pants?”

“Try living alone for the last two hundred years, and see if you bother to put on clothes anymore.”

“Touche.”

He turned the lamp around, half-hoping that there were some rules or even instructions along it for how this was supposed to work, but it was hard to see anything. There was so much dust along it that he could barely even make out the copper color that it seemed to be covered in. Shaking his head, he just dropped it to the ground again. As soon as it hit the floor, the sound of a grand piano being dropped from a penthouse filled the room, and he almost jumped out of his skin.

“Would you mind not doing that? That’s going to take me a whole second to fix,” the elephant said.

“How was I supposed to know?”

“That is my home, you know. It’s not like I wouldn’t have something valuable in there.”

“...Okay...I suppose that makes sense in dream logic.”

“You still think it’s a dream?”

“Well, kinda. I mean, you [i]are[/i] a naked elephant in my attic.”

“And what does that have to do with anything?”

“You’re a naked elephant in my attic. I think that’s about as much as anyone needs to say about that.”

“So, you’re not going for wishes?”

“Why wish for something that won’t stick around when I wake up?”

“...Come here. Let me show you something.”

“I’m dreaming. I’m not going to believe something that -”

#

“Okay, I’ll believe that that just happened. Just...never...do...that...again.”

The elephant chuckled, and Brett shivered as he sat down on an old, antique, dusty chair. His heart was still racing from the fact that they had just outrun a kraken, gone into space, and probably leaped backwards in time far enough to cause some sort of paradox with what they’d just done.

[i]Okay...so...I have a genie,[/i] he thought. [i]One that has more imagination than my dreams would ever have...okay, I have that. So...what do I do with it?[/i]

That was the question, he supposed. If this was real - and for the moment, he went with that idea - then that meant that he had someone that could make any of his dreams come to life. And that, in turn, meant that he could be on easy street.

He picked up the lamp again, shaking his head as he looked at it. It was...well, if it was the gateway to riches, it certainly didn’t look that fancy. He blew a little more dust off of it, and then looked up at the genie once more.

“Uh, do you have a name?”

“Badumbar.”

“Alright, um...Badumbar. Any limits on my wishes?”

“None,” the elephant said with a smile.

“None?”

“Well, except for the usual three-wish rule. But that’s something I’m sure you already knew.”

“I did...yeah…”

He looked at the lamp again. There wasn’t much that he could do in order to change the world...but he could make his life a lot better. Brett forced himself to think about it. He needed to make sure that each wish was something that changed his life completely, to make it as astonishingly good as possible. He didn’t want to regret not wishing for something when he had the chance.

When he was sure of what he wanted, he gave the lamp another rub for good measure, and then turned back to Badumbar.

“Can I wish for them all at once?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, here we go. I wish for the following three things. One, that I am to be extremely attractive, able to appeal to anyone. Two, that I will have easy access to as much amazing sex as I will ever want. Three, that I will never have to worry about money.”

“Heh, not to be a millionaire or to have mind control or anything like that?”

“Have you [i]read[/i] what happens to anyone that does that? They go crazy, or lose everything. I want to keep it sane.”

“Well…”

The genie smiled, and lifted his hands. Brett saw the magic that was gathering between the genie’s fingers, and smiled. Let nobody say that he was stupid.

Glimmering rainbow light suddenly filled the room, and Brett felt himself getting lifted off of his feet. He smiled as he floated, expecting a full-on transformation montage, and he was not disappointed. The glittering magic circled him, surrounding him, before rushing up at his...chest?

His curiosity lasted about as long as his looks did, as suddenly a pressure began building up inside of him. His skin along his chest went taut, no longer a bit loose but tight and stretched. He grunted, biting his lips at the discomfort, and looked down at himself. What was -

“The hell?!”

He didn’t mean to, but he shouted, his eyes going wide at the sight of two growing bulges at his chest. They were getting fatter, pushing forward more and more, almost like balloons in a way. They inflated fast, leaving him groaning as his skin felt like it was being stretched from inside, pushed to a shape and size that it couldn’t actually take. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, shaking his head again and again at the impossibility of it all.

“This...no...you can’t...what are you doing?!”

Badumbar didn’t answer, but his body was still changing. He reached up, feeling at the bumps on his chest, feeling the curves pressing into his hand and the tell-tale bump on the tip of it that told him what he was getting.

Breasts.

[i]I wanted...I wanted to look good...not…[/i]

Appeal to everyone. He had asked to appeal to everyone, and he would need breasts to get some attention from some people. He groaned, his cheeks burning hot as he felt them continue to grow under his pants, pushing his t-shirt up more and more. His midriff was exposed, now, and his boobs were still getting bigger, past what he could easily hold in his hands.

The transformation wasn’t just focused at his chest, either, as it rolled down his body. He felt his hips growing outwards, getting thicker and heavier, and in the back of his mind, he knew that he wasn’t going to be getting out of the attic as easily as he had gotten in. He blushed and whimpered, trying to fight the transformation, but even with all his willpower summoned forward, it didn’t slow, and it didn’t stop.

The button of his jeans popped off as his hips got bigger, and little rips started to grow in the back of his pants. Brett tried to pull it back together, trying to deny that his ass was getting bigger and bigger, heavier and heavier. But even as he tried to pull his pants back together, they split further, and he could feel his ass jiggling as it was released, bit by bit, from its confines.

“What are you doing?!”

“Giving you one of the most mass-appealing bodies out there. You’ll be a hit with the guys and the girls.”

“Stop it! I didn’t want -”

“You already used all your wishes. Stop complaining.”

He groaned, feeling the tingles getting stronger along his back and up his neck. He couldn’t look down to see that, but as he stared down his nose, he saw that the tip was getting darker, almost black, and the sides of his face were starting to get...narrower? The cheeks were pushing down and in towards his lips and nose, now.

No, that wasn’t right. It was that his nose and mouth were pulling together, and then pushing out.

He reached up to his face, unable to believe the fact that he was growing a muzzle. His face continued to extend, whiskers growing out of his cheeks, and after a strange tugging sensation, he felt his ears moving up the side of his head.

Groaning and whimpering, he patted his face, only to feel his hands changing, as well. Not just getting softer, growing fur - fur! - but starting to get more...slender. Not so masculine, anymore, but more like thin, feminine fingers.

“This...this is impossible…”

“Please. With magic, anything is possible.”

“Then stop this!”

“Not a chance in hell. You should have read the instructions.”

“There were no instructions!”

“Look at your hand.”

Desperately, he humored the genie. At first, he only saw the black circle on his palm, seeing it warp into his pawpads, but then he looked closer. There, amidst the black, were little white lines, and the lines themselves spelled out words.

[i]He or she who touches the lamp becomes the master of the genie, but be warned in your use of it, for the genie is cunning and full of guile. Should ye make a wish, be sure to word it in ways inviolable, lest the genie rip the intent with his power.[/i]

“...Fuck.”

It was all that he had time to say before the magic hit him again, making him arch his back. His breasts ripped free of his shirt, and bobbed and bounced around, while his changes continued up and down his body. Orange-red fur began to sprout from his back and his arms and legs, and along his belly, white fur began to spread in turn. He gasped as he felt the slenderness of his fingers and hands working up his arms, and then down his legs, taking away what little bulk he had in his previous form.

As the changes reached down his legs, he felt something else, something all the more embarrassing. His cheeks burned as he felt his growing ass pushing against his pants, and beneath him, behind his balls, he felt something...different. Something hot, something tingling, something - worst of all - opening. Brett shook his head.

“You’re not...you’re not...doing that…”

“Oh, I’m doing it. And you’re going to like it.”

The genie snapped his fingers, and Brett moaned, arching his back at the elephant’s gesture. The tingling, opening feeling became more of a strange ripping sensation, and he felt a gushing liquid rushing out from the new hole down there. His body ached and burned, and he humped the air, trying to push something, anything into the suddenly hungry hole between his legs.

It didn’t work, not with his pants still on, but his cock was slowly getting harder as a result. The more his body feminized, the more horny he got, almost as if the magic was sapping his willpower through his libido. He groaned, blushing, his cheeks burning like crazy, but there was nothing he could do to slow it down.

The transformation continued, his growth in the hips and chest ripping through anything that would have covered him up. Soon, his boobs were big enough to overshadow everything above the waist, and his pants had ripped off completely. He groaned, looking down at himself, barely able to see his own cock through the space between his breasts, and he could feel that both his ass and his pussy were...were very hungry.

The changes had come hard and fast. He felt a tail wriggling out from behind him, pushing out from the base of his spine, and worse, he felt something else pushing at the insides of his shoes. The sudden tightness down there told him that his feet were growing, but not outwards, just...longer.

His toes felt like they were getting crushed as they pressed against the front of his shoes, leaving him grunting and clenching his fists, gasping as his toes felt like they were getting squished. Looking down, he could barely make out the little bumps of something pressing against the insides of his shoes, something that was trying to break out before -

RIIIIIP!

His feet ripped free, but not human feet any longer. His toes were longer, tipped with claws, and he could see and feel the fur that had sprouted from the backs of them. The undersides felt ever more sensitive, and he gasped as he felt his shoes come off and his feet get exposed to open air.

Furry, fuzzy fox feet, at least.

[i]Mmmph...he’s...he’s changed me...changed me completely…[/i]

Brett struggled with the arousal coursing through his body. It was burning through all of his conscious thought, making it impossible to think as he looked around the room. There had to be something he could do, something that might reverse the wish. There were so many other things that had appeared magical, but against the power of the genie…

He was stripped the rest of the way, the shreds of his clothing taken away from him. His cock, shifted from the simple shape of a human to the more pointed, knotted cock of a fox, pointed forward and bobbed up and down, dripping as badly as his pussy did. His large breasts, heavy enough to make his back ache already, jiggled with the slightest of movements, and his nipples were rock hard, as well. Brett whimpered, trying to ignore the sight of his own body, of his changes…

Of his need.

As the genie lowered him to the floor, it took every bit of his willpower to stay on his feet. He didn’t want to submit, didn’t want to give in to the genie now, but his body ached for something. His pussy wanted to be broken in, his ass wanted to be filled, and his cock wanted to fuck.

Worst of all, he could feel his mouth watering for...something, and he had a horrible idea of what it was. He looked at the elephant, whimpering.

“This isn’t...isn’t what I wanted.”

“No, but it’s what I wanted.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Do you think it’s fair that I have to grant wishes for other people all the time?”

“Well, you have magic.”

“That I can’t use for myself unless someone makes a wish.”

Badumbar chuckled.

“You gave me a lot of openings, too.”

He had, for that matter. He had wished for unlimited sex appeal, for plenty of money, and to get plenty of sex, too. The former human whimpered, trying to think of how he could get out of the rest of it, but…

The elephant was suddenly behind him, gray hands on his shoulders. The thick cock that he had seen already suddenly pressed up between his legs, rubbing against the back of his thighs, and his eyes went wide.

“You see, I’ve been waiting for someone to [i]enjoy[/i] for a long time. You, I think, will fit the bill quite nicely.”

“But...but I have a life. Family. Friends.”

“They’ll not miss you.”

“But...but I don’t -”

“I said, they’ll not miss you.”

The elephant chuckled.

“Besides, they’ll want to use you, too, after I’ve finished with what I want to do.”

He shivered at the implications, not wanting to think about how it would be to be the elephant’s whore. The fact that his body seemed to get hotter at the idea wasn’t an indication of how he really felt, or at least, that’s what he told himself. Even as he felt his thick ass pressing back, almost taking the cock into him already, Brett was still looking around the room for something that might help him escape.

The lamp was right in front of him, and he hoped, prayed, that it would give him some means of escape. He reached out for it, hoping -

“NNNGH!”

“Ah ah ah, no cheating.”

The feeling of a thick cock going up his ass was entirely new to him. He had never imagined another guy using their dick on him in his life - had he? - and the feeling of the elephant inside of him was, at least at first, huge...huge...hot...painful…

And then, as the heat faded, he felt...pleasure. There was a strange pressure on his prostate, something that he only barely knew was part of his body due to a biology class. He groaned, shaking his head, trying to pull himself together, but it was nearly impossible. The sense of pressure in there, the way that he’d been lifted right up on tiptoes, left him almost unable to move.

“Nnngh...please…”

“Please, more? Okay.”

Badumbar chuckled, and thrust forward, somehow sinking even more cock in the vixen’s ass. Vixen. That’s what he was now, he realized, and there was no getting around it. He gasped as he was lifted off of the ground entirely by the elephant’s cock, the genie already using him hard and fast, pushing him to the edge of his limits without even trying.

After another thrust or two, he was completely lifted off of the ground, nothing more than a cock ornament for the elephant. His eyes were wide, his body rigid as he tried to do something more than breathe, but even that was hard. His cheeks burned, his cock throbbed, and his pussy dripped like mad, running back to his ass and making his hole ever more slippery for the elephant using him.

As Badumbar grunted, getting set for the next few thrusts, Brett squirmed, trying to move his arms, trying to push back, anything that might lift him free. He tried...and failed. Nothing wanted to move. Part of it was the shock of being held down like this, being made into nothing but a plaything, being so full...but there was something else.

[i]Magic…[/i]

“Yes, figuring it out, are you? Heh. Your wishes for money and plenty of sex? Don’t worry about that. I’m keeping you as a toy, and you’ll never have to worry about either of those ever again. And toys, of course, have to obey...and I’m just making sure you obey.”

Suddenly, his body started moving of its own volition, and he gasped as he slid forward, almost sliding all the way off of the elephant’s shaft as he pushed himself to the very edge. He was right on the tip, and Brett thought, for a moment, that he’d slide right off.

But no, his arms moved, and he dropped himself right back down to the base. The elephant’s shaft filled him up again, and he was gasping, panting for breath. His cock bobbed, throbbing, squirting, and his pussy was almost on the verge as well.

“Go on, little mortal. Let it out, and you’ll never have to worry about your normal life. Not now, not ever again.”

Brett shook his head, but his body was already moving, already working to take stuff again. It wanted to be filled, wanted to fuck itself, wanted to give in to the pleasure.

And in the back of his head, so did he.

Up, down, up, down, he went, his fat-ass bouncing off of the elephant’s crotch and getting a good spanking from that thick, heavy man. He moaned every time that he filled himself, every time that that thick cock pushed all the way in. He wanted it, and wanted more.

In, out, in, out, he went, slowly turning around, pressing his chest against the elephant. With his breasts smooshed flat against the genie’s flat chest, he was able to bounce up and down, up and down faster and faster. His ass squelched around the elephant’s cock, squeezing down, pressing it inside. He was filled with so much pre that he could feel the goo running back out of him, slipping down the elephant’s cock and further down along his tail.

[i]Why? Why does it feel...so good?[/i]

Groaning under his breath, he closed his eyes, trying not to think, trying not to see. But the stimulation was getting higher and higher, and his cock was getting so very stiff and drippy. He was right on the edge, and he could feel all the tension and pleasure coming to a point. If he went any further, if he came, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to pull back.

Then, the genie reached out, lifting his head, forcing him to open his eyes. He stared into Badumbar’s face, and groaned as the genie chuckled.

“Mortal.”

“Please...please…”

“Cum.”

It was just what he needed to hear, and just what he feared to hear. The sudden pleasure rushed through him like a lightning bolt, shocking him and taking him right over the edge. He slammed down, his pussy drenching the elephant’s crotch and his cock splattering all over the genie’s stomach. He flailed, his body shaking from head to toe as he came, his toes curling and his mouth hanging wide open as he screamed in bliss.

Through it all, the elephant held him, keeping him from falling off, and somewhere through it, he felt the genie’s seed splattering into his depths. He didn’t care, and didn’t really know what it was, even. All he knew was that it was more good stuff.

As he came, and came, and came, all that had been Brett was slowly drained away. He felt all that had been...him...slipping out with his cum. His mind faded, his memories shifted. Everything was...changing…

The vixen slumped forward, her - yes, her - body relaxing as it was drained all that it had been. She kept cumming, one hand slowly going to her cock and stroking it, and she felt her body slowly come down from the mega-orgasm that she’d been put through. She moaned, squeezing herself, and slowly slid herself back. Her body felt...good, but it was still so hungry.

She lowered herself to the ground, looking up at her master. The elephant snapped his fingers, and she smiled as she felt a pair of silver anklets appear around her ankles. She clicked them together, making a playful salute. Her breasts bounced as she did, and she giggled as her cock saluted him, too.

“What do you wish, Master?”

“I wish for your company.”

“You have it, forever.”

“Then come with me.”

The genie picked up his lamp, handing it over to her, and disappeared. Somehow, Brett - she needed a better name - knew just what to do…

#

[i]One month later…[/i]

Taking the lamp to college had been the best thing she could have done. It had allowed her master to start taking in more wishes that were easy to corrupt, and each one had changed another student, another person. The world around them had changed with each person brought under his power, and each change brought more fun with it.

Brett laid back, her body being taken from both sides by two of her fellow slaves. They fucked her pussy and her mouth, filling her with cock, while her own cock was teased by the big, powerful feet of her master. She moaned every time that he dragged his toes along the underside of her cock, keeping her hard but not letting her cum.

“That’s it...enjoy yourself, slave.”

She moaned for him, nodding as she reached down to her chest, grabbing her nipples and pulling on them for her own pleasure. Her pussy was aching with the thick horse cock inside of it, and her mouth was stretched wide by the dragon that fucked it.

Neither had been anything but human before meeting her master, of course, but their current forms were far better suited for them.

She could hear her master talking, but didn’t pay much attention. Anything that needed doing would be put in her head directly. She was free to enjoy herself, free to fuck around, free to be used…

And she couldn’t think of anything she’d change about that.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]