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On their own, sand and air were silent elements of nature. When combined, they could howl and roar with a voice mightier than any creature on Earth. The sandstorm had been raging outside for over an hour and showed no signs of letting up. It had come on with little warning, forcing Azim to take refuge in the cave that had been the focus of his archaeology group's recent efforts. The cave was well lit as far as caves went, allowing the portions of floor and walls being excavated to be clearly marked and outlined. Azim treaded lightly, a fact made easier by his slender frame. He'd grown up the youngest of five brothers and his family had barely eked out their existence. If it hadn't been for the archaeology group's need for a translator and guide, Azim wasn't sure what would have happened to him. The young man slowed to a stop, brushing a long lock of dark black hair behind his ear, his caramel brown eyes thoughtful. The white linen shirt hung loosely over his youthful skin, khaki pants a little ragged on the cuffs but otherwise well maintained. Despite the heat, he'd been growing his hair out since he'd gotten his job with the archaeology group, inspired by some of the foreigners.

Azim made it deeper into the cave, letting his eyes wander to some of the items that had been uncovered. The area wasn't exactly known for any burial rights nor any tombs that he was aware of. Azim wasn't sure what to make of the artifacts either. There were elements that hinted at hookahs, fine tapestries and wall hangings. There had been a few coins, but there were also weapons and statuary. It was eclectic, almost random. It wasn't until Azim rounded the bend in the cave when the work lights glinted off of a half buried piece of metal. The refraction caught Azim's attention and, with an abundance of time on his hands, he crouched down. Delicate fingers reached out, hesitating for but a moment before he picked up the piece of metal. Many artifacts would deteriorate if not properly taken care of, but metal was metal.

Dust and sand fell away from an artfully engraved metallic cylinder. The pattern on the outside harkened back to the geometric lines and repeating patterns Azim had grown up with, but the lines seemed etched by hand rather than molded into the metal. As he turned the piece over, he found a seam. Tracing the seam, Azim found that the piece split open. It was some sort of bracer for one's arm. Feeling a thrill of excitement, Azim set the piece down and raked his fingers lightly through the dust until he found a matching piece. Drawing it up, Azim examined the second one, easing it open. Like the first, the exterior was artfully decorated, but unlike its mate, this one had an inscription inside.

"Great power can be its own prison. Gifts given are the only release..." Azim whispered, perplexed by the meaning of the words. As the young man contemplated, the lights strung up through the caves flickered and went out. The sound of the sand storm outside changed in pitch and ferocity. A sinking feeling filled Azim's chest. He'd taken refuge in the cave because it was the only natural choice. The alternative would have been to remain in the elements. The only issue was that it sounded now as though the sandstorm had changed direction, aiming directly at the cave. Sure enough, he felt sand blowing in around his feet, burying the dig site and likely him along with it. The cave had remained hidden for decades, even centuries.

Time was of the essence. It was very likely that the cave would be buried forever and everything in it lost. Azim brought one of the cuffs up to his left forearm and closed it, moving the other cuff to the right, clamping it shut. If nothing else, he'd be able to make sure that those pieces stayed safe and... and where was the growl of the sandstorm? Where was the menacing howl, or the sickly sweet embrace of the air currents sweeping sand wound his ankles? A deep, tranquil quiet had poured in around him. Azim slowly stood up, although he rose too easily. He felt lighter? Stronger? Maybe both? It was as if gravity and time had ceased to hold their universal constants.

"What is this?" Azim asked, spinning around as the work lights flickered and came back on... except they weren't white anymore, but an eerie shade of violet. Azim looked down to see that all of the sand was gone from the cave, revealing piles of cushions and blankets, the finest clothes he'd ever seen. The tapestries were as new as the day they had been woven. There were casks and pots and boxes, every item freshly minted. Azim spun around to look at it all until he came face to face with his own reflection in a full length mirror... except it wasn't quite his reflection.

The glint of more metal caught Azim's eyes, this time hanging from his ears. He reached up to feel the weight and heft of solid gold earrings piercing the lobes. He touched the one hanging from his left ear, feeling an odd thrill jolt through him. His uncertainty turned into a smile, a smile now accompanied by darkening fuzz along his upper lip. Azim reached up to brush it, though his hand faltered half way. The cuff on his arm was bright, unblemished gold. It seemed larger than it had been when he first picked it up, but necessarily larger given that Azim's arm was... growing?

The young man gasped softly, watching his forearm thicken, then his tricep bulge, then his bicep. The entire arm seemed to swell and pulse with strength, growing with each beat of his heart. Azim raised his left arm, striking a pose and flexing slightly. Even the most miniscule attention made it expand faster, nearly groaning audibly as it grew. Azim's face contorted as the strange pleasure suffused every cell of his being. His linen shirt grew tighter, the collar compressing around his shoulders and chest. Sensing the change there, curiosity got the best of the young man.

Pulling the garment off, Azim let it fall to the ground, revealing the swollen mounds of his pectorals. His chest and stomach had been flat and smooth for his entire life, save for the times when he'd been so underfed that his ribs had made their own outlines. Now his chest was visibly growing, expanding and stretching outward. Azim dared to flex again, his beefy arms bulging. As he did, his pectorals throbbed, swelling much faster. His face contorted again as his nipples not only grew larger, but grew erect. The nubs firmed, hardening before a piercing pain filled them.

The whiplash of such sudden changes brought Azim to his knees, landing on the stone floor of the cave. He gasped, mouth wide as his nipples stung before molten metal leaked from either side of each nib. The metal dribbled down, connecting each side beneath before the metal firmed, hardened, rounded and smoothed out. The rings continued to grow heavier, stretching the flesh that they hung from. In moments he had a matching set of nipple rings that looked as if they were forged from the same set that dangled from his ears.

"I must have died, that has to be it..." Azim murmured. His reflection, however, took on a grin that he himself had not.

"Oh, you can't die, not now..." The reflection murmured. Azim's caramel brown eyes went wide in shock despite the pleasure radiating from his stomach as the smooth flesh firmed into segmented mounds of abdominal muscles.

"What?" The question was all Azim could muster, though it did cover the bases; what was happening? What was his reflection doing disassociating from himself? What did it mean that he couldn't die? The reflection seemed quite content to respond, reaching up to feel his own reflected pectoral muscle, giving it an ample squeeze as it grew larger than a loaf of bread.

"You accepted the mantle of the cuffs. You exchanged your freedom for cosmic power." the reflection commented.

"That was just an inscription, a... a saying or idiom..." Azim murmured. The reflection snorted slightly, the sound echoing through the reflective membrane of the mirror.

"It was a warning, an instruction manual. You, my friend, have accepted the mantle of being a djinn." the reflection said. Azim was dumbstruck.

"A Djinn? A genie?" Azim asked. The reflection grinned wider.

"You got it... With all the perks and responsibilities therein." his reflection said, leaning a little closer to the reflective membrane, "You're gonna love this part." he whispered conspiratorially. Azim was about to ask his reflection what he meant when a maelstrom of sensations began radiating out from his groin.

At first it felt as if Azim had slept wrong and cut off circulation to his dick until that very moment and now wave after wave of tingling, throbbing, vibrating energy was returning to it. Then came the feeling that it was being kneaded like bread dough, stretched and manipulated. The sensation moved from the root of his cock to the tip, but a fizzing, buzzing energy began to draw back down through the root, tracing out his innermost depths to both his prostate and his testicles. Each ball began to thrum with energy as his prostate blazed with a new vigor. Azim threw all modesty aside as he reached down, untying the knot that held his pants together, letting the fabric fall away.

He was greeted with a wobbling, bouncing erect manhood that was as large as he'd ever seen it. The skin had pulled back away from the round head, growing taut. The exposed flesh was shiny, glistening. The shaft itself had grown fatter, rounding and plumping, looking appealingly grabbable. The head, however, had swollen wider and fuller, the urethra stretching out, the underside of the gland firm and rubbery. It was the weapon of a warrior, a breeder, an unearthly being.

"That's the stuff, right there..." his reflection grinned, reclining himself back to stroke and squeeze his growing member. The reflection bit his bottom lip, watching his real self, knowing what was about to happen. As Azim's balls descended lower, hanging full and ripe in that leathery pouch of flesh between his legs, wave after wave of potent testosterone was surging through his system. It had started with the muscle growth, then accelerated by his cock enlargement, but now it was awakening the genes of Azim's Arabic ancestors. Curls of dark black hair began to sprout and stretch out from his ample pecs. The downy fuzz under his arms began to surge longer and thicker, creating a thicket of dense hair beneath each pillar of muscle. Most of all, however, Azim's boyish good looks darkened as a shadow of stubble advanced down his cheeks, along his jaw and settled on his chin.

It had been a universal irony that Azim's people populated one of the hottest regions on Earth and yet possessed such body hair. The stubble grew in thick and coarse, as if the world's best blades had tried and failed to defeat them. Mere seconds revealed the stubble of a week's growth, seconds more the stubble beard of a month. The hair grew thick and relatively straight, like the hair on Azim's head, though it had just enough curve and curl to give it more volume. It surged out, extruding from every follicle.

Having such masculinity pouring out of him was tantalizing to watch, but what surprised Azim was just how much he could feel it growing. He could feel the air against his new facial hair, he could feel its heft as he turned his head. His cheeks had grown wily, but most of the activity came from his chin. Azim reached up to touch it, a crackle of electricity jumping from his beard to his fingers and back again. Azim fell backward in pleasure. More and more hairs sprouted, growing so close and tight to one another that his jaw line disappeared beneath it all.

Azim's beard was so dense and thick that it grew straight out from under his bottom lip, straight for a good two inches before it began to curve downward. His beard grew all the way back along the underside of his jaw, then down a few inches along his throat, claiming the widest territory it could. The hair from his cheeks, his chin, and his jaw all curved downwards, curving toward a single point. As the hair crashed together, it stopped narrowing, creeping downward instead like an invasive vine.

The young man was barely able to open his eyes, but when he did he saw his reflection reclined against a boulder, working a colossal cock with both hands. Looking down, Azim could see his unyielding beard was trailing down between pillow-like pectorals, snaking along a riverbed of abdominal muscles towards a manhood that was as thick as a club. Azim's tanned hands slipped down, one curling as far around himself as he could reach, though his girth was now thick enough that his fingers could no longer touch. To compensate, his left hand closed above his right, getting him the best grip he could manage.

Azim exhaled as his hands thrust downward, nearly gasping as they slid back up again. Azim used his apparently bare foot to slide himself around so his back could rest against the boulder he had seen in the mirror's reflection. As he assumed the position of his other self, his hands began to ride up and down on that shaft with wilder and wilder abandon. To its credit, his cock continued to stretch and swell, expanding longer and wider with each passing moment. Even the act of jacking off was forcing Azim to use his arm muscles which, in turn, prompted them to grow and expand again.

Azim's head was on a swivel as he lolled and shifted, his breathing becoming rugged and uneven. He could feel his beard brushing against his hairy chest as it continued to grow, the end of the vine-like extension slipping past the left side of his cock, tickling his balls. There was a gentle weight on either shoulder as well where his full, dark black hair had grown out into a long and luxurious mane. Even the tufts of hair under his arm were smooth and full, examples of what well treated hair could be like.

Cosmic power certainly had its benefits. Azim was not hungry, too hot or too cold, feeling weak or worn. He wasn't even numb, feeling more of his body than he'd ever felt before. Every bone felt as strong as steel. Every muscle was firm and strong and made him feel confident. His beard felt as sensual as his cock, and his cock felt like a magical implement whose sole purpose was to elevate him into a new spirituality. Azim's face was drunk with pleasure, but even supernatural beings had their limit.

Glancing upward, Azim realized that he and his reflection were back in sync. One movement for his reflection was one movement for himself... and he was gorgeous. He had seen handsome men before, certainly, especially those that possessed the masculinity and confidence to sport full beards, but he'd never seen anyone quite so tall, so jacked, so hairy, nor so manly. Azim took one hand from his dick, curling his fingers around the plume of hair beneath his chin. Starting about five inches down, he dragged his hand along the puffy, bushy hair. It narrowed and expanded again, creating pompoms of volume that were segmented by narrow leather strapping. The knotted cords gave an elegance and sophistication to his beard. The act of grooming it also pushed Azim over the edge, a pained cry of pleasure escaping from him before the sound died away into an abject silence.

The former human's balls throbbed, tugging upward gently before his pillar of a cock spasmed. The fist sized head rumbled, the urethra parted and a geyser of translucent semen shot out. As the semen arched through the air, it seemed to harden and shatter, raining down across the cave floor as large pearls that clattered and rolled in every direction. Azim shuddered, unable to make noise or breathe, at the mercy of his huge cock - a cock that was steadily turning purple.

At first Azim thought it was merely the blood rushing out of his brain to his extremities, then he thought that same blood was pooling in his cock, but neither was accurate. The pigment of his skin tone was shifting from a rich tawny tan to a lilac purple. It swept down over the curve of his cock head, mottling and splotching across his shaft before the human flesh was replaced with the purple djinn skin. It only accelerated as the coloring reached the base of his dick, curving down across his sack and spreading up like spider webs across his stomach.

As his manhood had been the focal point of the change, so too were his nipples. They turned a deep, dark purple before lightning to lilac across his pectorals. The black hair stood out even more starkly in contrast, making the dusting of hair seem fuller and thicker than it truly was. His purple pecs gave way to purple pits. The same corruption of coloration swept out from both ends of his cuffs, transforming his hands and arms in mere moments.

Gazing at himself, feeling the last of his cum erupting from his shaft, Azim watched on his reflection as the lilac hue disappeared beneath his wild beard before reemerging on his cheeks, his lips, his ears... It swept around his eyes like a bandit mask before disappearing into his hairline. The last freckles of terracotta skin disappeared, subsumed by his new existence. The afterglow had swept through Azim's mind, saturating every synapse, every brain cell. In fact, he felt so spent and so light headed that it might feel good to take a nap and surrender to sleep...

With heavy, half lidded eyes, Azim looked back at the mirror, his dark brow arching in confusion. Where was his reflection? As his gaze cast downward, the question became where were his legs? The flesh beneath his mighty manhood seeped to taper and graduate into an insubstantial violet mist. The effect traveled upward, discorporating his hips, his stomach, and chest. As his arms seemed to dissolve into purple vapor, Azim let his eyes flutter shut before his head disappeared too. The quartz colored fog that had once been Azim drifted on unseen currents, spiraling and sweeping until it found a vessel to contain such an essence. The lilac cloudbank began to pour into the glass and metal hookah in the corner of the room, filling the basin until it was fully encased.

The sound of the storm crashed in all at once into the dark cave, the sandstorm having buried everything up to within inches of the cave ceiling. The howling winds grew quieter and quieter before it fell away entirely. The storm still raged, but the cave had been buried beneath a displaced dune. The relics, and everything inside had been reclaimed by time, waiting for one day in the future when they might once more be unearthed and shared with the world.

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One of the first rules of archaeology was that any artifacts were to be kept in a strictly controlled environment. Any extremes of temperature, humidity or even light could start a rapid degeneration in the condition of the historical pieces. The university had been on the forefront of technology, both in obtaining the artifacts in the first place, but also preserving them. Drones had been used to excavate the dig site, securing the pieces in their chassis like the ancient insects of old returning food to their colony. While no windows were allowed in the lab, one wall had recessed screens showing landscapes from around the world to reduce the claustrophobic feeling of the lab.

A small chitter came from one of the scarab-like drones as it opened its white polycarbonate abdomen, revealing a foam lined interior with several items. There were metal cups, several coins, a jewel and what appeared to be a glass and metal hookah. The glass was a rather striking and rich violet hue. Its mandibles clicked, black camera eyes looking at its handler to see if there were any other orders to be given as it delivered its bounty directly from the cave.

Joshua's pale hand came down to give a little pat on the head of the drone. "Good boy," he said; whoever had the idea to make big insectoid robots like that had definitely struck gold, considering how those scarabs managed to look adorable, and especially how useful they were. They were like the evolved version of those dancing robot dogs from some Youtube videos Joshua used to watch while high when he was still in college.

The man let out a liquid sigh - probably the one hundredth of that day - and after donning some gloves, he started to set all the items collected by his robotic buddy on his desk, his light green eyes a bit unfocused, the corners of his lips twitching downwards.

"Ugh..." he murmured, rubbing his forehead. "You need to stop, seriously." And yet, despite the countless times he had tried, he couldn't force himself to feel better. Maybe it was simply too early, the wound in his heart too fresh to heal properly. He had joined that expedition on the spur of the moment after Frank had dumped him after six years - "I thought you were going to get married," Joshua's mother had complained, nagging as ever. "That you were going to adopt some grandkids." - and also because archeology wasn't exactly that easy of a field to get a steady source of income from.

Despite the fact he was doing a good enough job, the man knew that his sour mood and the depressing litany of sighs he exhaled on a daily basis didn't exactly make him the talk of the town... or, well, of the camp. If anything, he was well aware everyone called him 'Joshuwhine' behind his back. Apparently sensing the human's distress, the scarab lifted one pneumatic leg and rested it on Joshua's wrist, fluttering its abdomen plates like wings. The gesture, while kind, bumped the hookah on the table and set the artifact to wobbling.

"Oh, shit!" the man exclaimed, managing to block the oscillation before the hookah could fall down and shatter in a million pieces. Once the crisis was averted, Joshua looked down at the drone. This guy doesn't judge me, he thought. He doesn't think I'm whiney, or a nuisance. "Be careful, buddy," he said, in a somewhat tender tone. "Go back to your charging station now, okay?" Once the scarab had scuttled away, Joshua furrowed his brow and carefully picked the hookah up. "Violet glass, huh? That's quite uncommon... and it's extremely well preserved, too," he started muttering to himself as he observed the artifact. "There's barely a scratch, it almost looks... new." As he turned the object around, he noticed something else: there was an inscription under its bottom, engraved in the metal. "I wish I could read ancient Arabic..." Joshua groaned, not really keen on asking one of his colleagues to translate it for him.

One second later, he barely managed to suppress a yelp. He had blinked while saying those words... and now the inscription was in English. Great power can be its own prison. Gifts given are the only release.

"Great power can be its own prison. Gifts given are the only release..." Joshua murmured, tracing the words with his finger. How is this possible?, he thought. As the archaeologist's finger drew across the metal, there was a faint warmth, then a tingle. The metal seemed to brighten where it had been touched as if oxidation had been etched away. For a moment there was nothing. Then, as if a fire hose had been let loose, an immense torrent of lilac colored vapor erupted from the hookah, billowing into the room.

There was far too much smoke to have been held in such a small vessel, let alone with the power it was presenting as it spilled out. The room should have been engulfed in seconds, but the vapor clung to itself, hitting the floor before rising upwards. While hard to distinguish at ankle height, the vapor seemed to coalesce and solidify as it rose, taking on true mass. The light of the room ceased passing through the translucent smoke and instead cast across lavender hued skin. Broad, substantial hips formed beneath washboard abs. Massive pectorals larger than Joshua's head formed, branching out into tree trunks of arms. Curving muscles anchored a wide neck before a head formed.

Dark, thick black hair cascaded down like black ice frozen in a waterfall, forming a wild mane. An equally thick, supremely dark beard framed the figure's face before coming down in a long chain of pompoms. The glint of metal formed on braces around the man's forearms, matching the metal rings dangling from his ears and nipples. An almost ironically youthful face formed in the midst of all that masculinity before piercing dark brown eyes opened up slowly. As the figure continued to form, it seemed that the metal bracers were the man's only modesty as the largest, most supreme manhood Joshua had ever seen in his life formed, curving down from the figure's groin to drape over the plumpest, largest ball sack he'd ever seen as well.

Joshua fell back on his folding chair, his body feeling like it weighed a million pounds all of a sudden. He couldn't move, he couldn't say anything, he could just stare at the creature in front of him, the creature that had apparently emerged like a smoke cloud from the hookah and had coalesced into... well, into a giant of a man with impossibly thick muscles and a penis so huge it probably needed its own ID card. Was this like... a prank or something?, he thought, in a feverish stupor. And yet, it couldn't be possible: the thing in front of him felt way too real to be just smoke and mirrors, and even though his coworkers thought he was pathetic, they had never been in any way actively malicious. No, there was only one possible explanation: what was in front of him was a bona fide djinn, straight out of Arabian folklore.

The purple skinned being's lips curled into a slight frown as he looked around at the room, a glimmer of recognition striking as he saw items strewn out on the table before he looked at the thirty year old flabbergasted in the chair before him. Azim looked down at himself, waving a hand. A faint mist spilled out of his stomach, coalescing into a translucent black fabric with gold threads lining the edges, the loincloth doing the bare minimum to hide the monster between what would have been his legs. Azim opened his mouth to introduce himself, though his lips did not obey his wishes.

"Your wish is my command, my master." he said instead. Joshua tried to speak, but only a small chirping sound went past his lips at first. He felt like his mind was frozen, and at the same time it was flying through space at one million miles an hour.

"What... who are you?" he asked, dumb-founded, staring at the sexy purple man dominating his field of view.

"I am called Azim." the djinn replied, running his tongue over his teeth as he got used to speaking English. He'd always meant to learn the language and had never gotten more than a few passing phrases. Joshua nodded.

"And you are... a djinn, I assume? The real deal? The wish-granting type?" the archeologist asked, even though Azim did introduce himself with the standard genie formula, after all. Maybe he simply wanted to make sure he wasn't going completely insane. Azim looked down at the bracers on his wrists, recalling the inscription on them before nodding.

"Apparently I am. Before this I was an assistant to an archaeology team... I was trapped in a cave during a sandstorm." Azim said, finding it hard not to appreciate his new body despite being displaced in both geography and apparently time. Azim's eyes widened a bit as he beheld the dog sized mechanical scarab napping in the corner of the room. Joshua blinked a couple times, caressing the sparse beard on his chin.

"So you were... human? Before, well..." the man waved his hands in the djinn's direction. "This happened?" The gaze in his eyes went from stupefied to curious, and even a bit concerned. "Do you want to... talk about it, maybe? I don't know how long you've been trapped in there, but... I'd be happy to have a chat. I mean, it's not any other day you can talk to an actual djinn, even though you weren't born as one." Joshua punctuated the last sentence with a nervous, high-pitched laugh.

"I'm pretty sure if I hadn't become a djinn, I would have died so I guess I'm okay with it. I didn't really have anything I'm going to miss." he admitted. Joshua sighed at that.

"You and me both, Azim," he said, sympathetically. "And now I'm... your master, I guess? Is that how it works? How many wishes do I have?"

"Three. I sensed something before I emerged, but I don't think that counts." Azim smiled slightly at that, sizing up the human before him.

"You sensed-" Joshua repeated, before slapping himself on the mouth. Oh, shit! I did say "I wish..." before he came out of the hookah. "S-so, three wishes, huh? The usual fare, I guess." The archaeologist raised one of his arms, trembling, and caressed the mighty curve of one of Azim's biceps. "D-damn, were you this big before you got turned or...?" Azim laughed a light and almost musical laugh that belied his massive shape.

"No, not at all... I would have literally been looking up to you if I had been your assistant." Azim said, moving to flex one of his arms, "I suppose this is one of the gifts from the inscription." he shrugged.

"You mean the one I read? About great powers and gifts?" Joshua murmured as he gingerly stroked the djinn's arm, since he didn't seem to mind at all. He hadn't done anything with another guy since Frank, and Azim was the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, even though he was purple and partly made out of magical smoke. "Damn, must be really good to be this big, huh? You know, sometimes I wish I was buff too, but I've never actually tried and put on some muscle mass..." he said, wistfully.

"It is really good to be this big..." Azim said, his cheeks blushing to a darker purple, "But you can achieve anything now. I am at your disposal and your wishes wait to be made manifest."

Joshua nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. It seemed like Azim wasn't a malicious kind of djinn, since the archaeologist had intentionally formulated his previous sentence by casually tossing another "I wish..." in it to see if that would have counted. It seemed, however, that for a wish to come true, he had to express it with purpose. The man stared at Azim, his amazing musculature, his glorious body hair and the humongous dick hidden behind a thin curtain of black fabric. From their brief interaction, he seemed like a nice person, kind and even a bit shy despite his size; and, as Joshua said, he had nothing much to lose. "Before my first wish, can I ask you something, Azim? Do you like guys?" the man said with a sheepish grin. Azim tilted his head, an act that sent a new cascade of dark hair over one shoulder.

"I have nothing against men, why-" Azim paused, his brow furrowing before his eyes widened, "Oh, like men..." he murmured, "I have... enjoyed being bedded by men, yes." he said softly.

"And have you been... "bedded" since you became a djinn?" Joshua asked, rather casually. Azim shook his head, reaching to rub the back of his neck.

"N-no, you are my first master." He said with a sheepish smile. Joshua nodded and got back to his feet, facing the djinn in front of him.

"Well, I feel like it's a waste to have a body like this and not be able to enjoy it with someone, don't you think?" A brief moment of hesitation before Joshua pronounced the words that were going to change his life forever. "Azim, I wish I were your djinn boyfriend."

The wish seemed to strike Azim like an involuntary gasp. His already large chest filled with breath as his eyes began to glow white for a moment. A shockwave burst outward from his body, making all the artifacts in the room vibrate. The robotic scarab fluttered its wings, waking up and turning its head. In the wake of such an effect, it almost seemed like nothing had happened to Joshua - at least for a moment.

While both of the men took stock of the situation and Azim's eyes returned to normal, Joshua could feel his clothing growing tighter. There was a pressure along his shoulders, a tightness around his chest and the inseam of his pants seemed generally too tight. It was subtle for a few heartbeats, but the pressure began to grow and grow as the fabric was trying to contain more and more flesh. The power surged through Joshua's bloodstream like lapping licks of flame, heating his body until it began to buzz.

"O-oh shit... did it work?!" Joshua exclaimed, feeling his limbs throbbing in a way that wasn't at all unpleasant. The idea of being mere minutes from becoming a creature equal in every way to the massive djinn in front of him was powerful enough to give him a rock hard erection in his straining underwear. "Nngh..." he moaned. His heart was beating so fast it was like a sledgehammer against his eardrums.

"It's begun, at least... And might I say, you're filling out nicely already." Azim said, floating forward to run a large, thick hand up and down one of Joshua's shoulders. The Djinn's grin was warm, but as he leaned in Joshua caught a whiff of an exotic spice, a faint musk, and then felt soft, supple lips against his and the tickle of the man's dense beard brushing his chin. Azim kissed Joshua softly, reaching up to caress his cheek even as the neglected stubble already began to thicken beneath his touch.

Joshua felt Azim's huge tongue invading his mouth, and surrendered himself to its power almost immediately, as a guttural groan of pleasure - already half an octave lower than before - managed to escape his lips. He had kissed smokers in the past, and the taste of the Djinn's tongue had some similar undertones, but much, oh so much better: it was sweet and at the same time spicy and intense, like cinnamon and nutmeg. His hands moved on their own accord, his fingers hooking around the big golden ring hanging from Azim's nipples and starting to pull them playfully.

Azim shuddered and groaned into the kiss as his nipple rings were played with for the first time. Joshua was rewarded by feeling the djinn's immense purple dick rise out of its hiding place to brush against his legs. Azim kept kissing Joshua, however, plunging his large tongue deeper than it had any right to go. Each time the tongue slipped into Joshua's mouth, he felt a surge of growth ripple through his chest and arms. His shirt had been feeling tight since the wish began, but the pressure became almost painful before there was a sudden release coupled with the clatter of a button bouncing across the floor.

The collar of Joshua's shirt had split, lingering only a moment before another button popped, then a third. The fabric parted to reveal the yawning valley between two rising mounds of perfect flesh. The cuffs of the shirt were now squeezing around expanding biceps and triceps, the formerly shapeless skin now contouring with each beat of the human's heart.

Joshua felt the ground give way under his feet, and when he managed to glance downward without breaking the kiss, he saw that Azim's lower half - still made out of mystical purple smoke - had coiled itself around his legs like a loving snake, and was slowly causing Joshua to levitate. The archaeologist almost had an orgasm when he felt his legs tingling and then slowly and pleasurably melting into a second, thick smoke plume, still skin toned.

"Fuck..." he exclaimed, finally breaking the kiss and looking into Azim's soulful eyes. "This is the best thing I could have wished for!" His entire body was so sensitive now, he felt like just rubbing his own throbbing skin and his inflating muscles could have given him multiple orgasms. Azim grinned at that with pleasure.

"That is only the start my love... My... boyfriend." Azim murmured, his eyes widening a bit as a sudden sting began to ache from both of Joshua's ears. The skin dimpled, compressed, and then unleashed thick molten metal that swung in tendrils that caught each other, braided together and hardened. Azim all but purred at that, leaning to tease one of them with his tongue, reaching down to fondle and grope one of Joshua's pectorals. The thick mountain of meat was tender as well as his nipples began to grow fatter and longer, making room for the same metallic extrusion to pierce them as well.

Joshua moaned in pleasure, caressing the fat rings that now adorned his lobes as his ear tips turned into definite points. For some reason, a big drop of what looked like molten gold got stuck on his fingers, and in his delirious horniness the soon to be Djinn decided to lick it; once it was in his mouth, however, the mysterious drop started slithering around as if it had a life of its own, before piercing through his tongue without causing any pain. Joshua panted, showing to his new magical boyfriend his gold piercing.

"I feel... all this power inside... my veins..." he groaned as his left hand desperately pulled and twisted one of his huge, puffy, rubbery nipples through what remained of his shirt. His brain was rapidly shutting down, leaving him with no other choice than to just feel all those otherworldly, wonderful sensations. As much as Azim wanted to let it all run its course, he couldn't stand the mystery any longer. He reached up, taking a hold of either side of Joshua's collar before he pulled. The shirt split and tore, pulled away as the fabric failed structurally. Two plump, large pecs jiggled as they were revealed, a diamond of dark, dense hair resting between them.

As if being exposed to air was the trigger, Joshua's soft stomach firmed, hardening and defining like a tray full of rising rolls. Each mound was its own muscle, networked together into a powerful unit. The archaeologist's shoulders began to creak and groan as they grew outward, expanding in opposite directions. Cords of muscles stretched from them up his neck, anchoring it all together. Azim nearly drooled, his heart fluttering before he sunk down, surged forward and latched onto Joshua's left breast with his hungry mouth. As the djinn began to suckle and slurp, each tug of suction sent waves of blinding pleasure through Joshua's chest. Azim even bit on the ring, using it to tug and twist.

Joshua sank his fingers inside Azim's wild mane, groaning in absolute pleasure as his Adam's apple engorged, causing his voice to drop another couple octaves and becoming deep and silky smooth. Despite his desperate, all-encompassing lust, he was somehow aware that such power and such pleasure would definitely require him to pay a hefty price... but he couldn't bring himself to care. Only his growing body and the Djinn pleasuring it were important, in that very moment.

"Put your huge dick inside of me, please..." he pleaded, eyes rolling in the back of his head. "I want you to fill my guts with Djinn cum as I finish changing..."

"Your wish is my command, my lover." Azim growled, rising back up. He put his large hands on Joshua's hips and spun the archaeologist around, nearly knocking him forward onto the artifact examination table. With a quick tug, his pants were torn away, revealing a painfully strained set of underwear. Azim took great delight in using his slightly sharp fingernails to cut through the elastic band until they snapped, launching the underwear under the table and releasing Joshua's painfully erect, achingly hard, surprisingly fat cock wobbling before him.

A maliciously playful grin came as Azim gave one of Joshua's pert ass cheeks a small spank. The stinging remained even after Azim had started to rub his huge cock up and down between those meaty cheeks. In fact, that stringing handprint had started to take on a different hue. It was not red of capillaries or the purple of a bruise. It was a rich, ardent teal color like some of the exotic paints Joshua had studied. The teal handprint began to expand, sending out tendrils and splotches that spread across the round, pillowy ass cheek and around the young man's hip.

While distorted, Joshua could see reflections in the metal and glass of the hookah on the table. He saw the broad shouldered, heavily muscled, incredibly bearded man behind him preparing to take his ass - and looking like he was in heaven while doing it. Azim licked his lips, bringing the head of his shaft to rub against Joshua's rubbery pucker. A gush of clear slippery fluid rushed out, dribbling messily to the floor. Azim smeared it around between Joshua's cheeks before he began pushing forward, stretching Joshua's entrance around the head of his cock.

Joshua wasn't exactly a novice at taking dicks up his ass: even before Frank, he had had plenty of experience fucking and especially being fucked in college. He had never, of course, being fucked by a penis as huge as Azim's. There was a moment of hesitation before, in one swift and elegant motion, Azim's giant throbbing organ was deep inside of Joshua It felt as if it had been made of butter, warm and pliable, fitting perfectly. It was as if Joshua was the precise place it was meant to be inside of. The thought made Joshua blush warmly.

"Mmmh, fuck yeah..." Joshua cooed, "I wish we could be together forever and grant wishes as a couple..." he groaned, drooling down his chin as Azim started to pound his now teal ass that was getting fatter, rounder and bouncier with every passing second. The moment of revelry lasted for a split second before Azim's back arched, his eyes began to glow and his hands tightened on Joshua's ribs. Joshua gasped sharply as well, feeling the rings in his ears and nipples change from silver to gold, the metal changing to take on the same pattern Azim had. The arms Joshua had pressed against the table burned suddenly before blinding light swirled around his wrists, hardening into golden bracers. The metal sizzled as it was forged, a complex pattern etching into the metal.

Across the table, the hookah began to wobble and shake, the purple glass glowing. In its reflection, Joshua's image started to shift faster. The unkempt youthful hair that Joshua sported began to flutter and then sizzle, disappearing as if it was evaporating from tip to root. As the hair disappeared, a glistening, perfect scalp was revealed. The change was surprising, but as he lost the hair on his head, Joshua's cheeks and chin began to burn like he'd dipped his face into a vat of hot peppers. The miniscule amount of stubble Joshua had grown in neglect turned from a wheat brown to black. Each hair began to thicken and lengthen, unspooling from Joshua's now fuzzy cheeks.

Joshua, his eyes unfocused, touched the golden bracers that had appeared around his wrists out of thin air, as if he was trying to remove them; they felt, however, as if they were part of his body. "Oh, shit..." he moaned as Azim kept pounding his now teal bubble butt. "Azim, I think I-- nnngh, made a second wish..." His engorging, pulsating cock started dripping a veritable torrent of precum at the prospect of not only becoming a djinn but having a sexy djinn boyfriend for the rest of time.

"Your wish is... our command?" Azim whispered, leaning in to kiss and lick the back of Joshua's left ear, now teal, before he traced his lips lower and bit his stronger, thicker neck. The djinn kept pounding, sending that immense cock deep into Joshua's body as it shifted to accommodate him better than ever before. Azim was relentless in his thrusting, feeling incredibly empowered by the fact that his first master had made such a wish of him. Even as Joshua's lower extremities tapered off into vapor, his ass remained muscled, full and deliciously round as it was penetrated by the purple djinn's dick.

"Well, I command you to bang me harder, then!" Joshua pleaded as the wave of teal slowly kept creeping upwards. "I want to feel your dick deep in my belly!" Azim grinned at that and grabbed onto Joshua's hips again, focusing and honing his craft. Countless inches slid in and out of the former human's body with ease and grace, disappearing into his depths. It was harder to tell what was going on as Joshua's abdomen continued to firm and harden, the gullies running between his muscles growing deeper as the mounds rose. His nipple rings, however, jiggled and jostled with each thrust and his pectorals bounced with the harmonics of the love making.

The heat and sizzle of the transformation continued to work its way through every capillary and vein in Joshua's body. His scalp glistened with its new naked glory, but his cheeks were dense forests of manly hair. The black beard continued to grow and descend, sprouting across the underside of his jaw and the front portion of his neck. It would have been wild and untamed if not for the inherent fashion sense that imbued the djinn. The robust facial hair began to come together, coalescing much like Joshua's new tail. The long strands curved, twisted and began to interweave themselves. As fast as the beard was growing out, it was braiding itself into a long plait.

Unlike Azim's beard, Joshua's was thick and heavy and contiguous, the braid almost rendering the facial hair like a whip. It snaked its way down past his adam's apple, then his collar bone. It wasn't until the braid started to reach his sternum that the ends began to fray, dissolving into a similar vapor like his tail. The end was intangible, translucent, like a half remembered dream. Joshua could almost feel it, but he could feel a great many things. The teal pigmentation had crept up across his stomach, the small of his back, even claiming the two immense globes that were his pectorals.

A sudden shock of immense pleasure struck somewhere deep inside Joshua as Azim found a particularly sensitive spot. Then another flashed just above, then a third. While Joshua had learned a lot from his previous partners, and even Frank, he was fairly certain that none of them had found so many g-spots inside of him. Azim's hips shifted so he could try to strike all three in rapid succession. The waves of pleasure were almost too great. The heat, the friction, the sexual tension all was rising at such a rapid pace. There was a crackle of energy, one more snap of sensation and the mercurial vapor at the end of his braided beard ignited into a perpetual flame of green magic.

Joshua's fingers wrapped around his thick nipple piercings, pulling them downwards and gently twisting them, as if he was trying to provide himself with some sublime torture. It was as if his body - his now massive, thick, wonderful body - was a giant cock, and by simply touching his skin he could achieve an eternity of orgasms. The enchanted jewelry adorning his chest gave off a small spark of magic, that traveled through his fingers and coalesced into his nails, that extended and darkened until they were small, but pointy and sharp claws. They glistened almost wickedly in the artificial light of the lab, but they were far from the only points forming.

While Azim had taken on traits of his ancestors during his transformation, Joshua was becoming something more. The warmth in his body was primordial and his soft, subtle human ears were stretching into points that seemed almost dangerous. They were complimented by the large, heavy rings hanging from them, but they too were a focal point. Even Joshua's teeth seemed sharper, each one as perfect as the next inside his mouth. His fingers throbbed as his nails stretched long enough to be considered claws. The transforming human moaned, feeling pure magical power flow through his claws, teeth and ears, and his dick produced a huge pearlescent splutter of pre.

"W-what's happening to me?" he said, lost in the pleasure of the change. Azim nuzzled the back of his lover's neck, panting hard as his cock began to release his semen in jagged, uneven bursts. In the warmth of his lover's body, the cum did not turn into pearls but remained slick lubrication for their mating ritual.

"You're becoming the being you were meant to be... So handsome, so lovely... Joshua!" Azim moaned, throwing his long and unruly mane of hair back as he tipped his head, making an almost pained cry of pleasure as he unleashed a heavy torrent of semen inside of Joshua. While the teal coloration had been spreading like fire across the new djinn's body, the orgasm seemed to be a catalyst. The few portions of skin not yet shifted began to mottle, splotch, and then even out as the teal coloration emerged across the rest of his body. There were no more peachy tones of humanity left, only the cool elemental teal of a magic user.

Joshua squirmed in his lover's embrace, feeling something powerful and final mounting inside of him. He could feel the orgasm coming like a tidal wave of pure bliss, and somehow he knew that once his mighty teal dick would have pumped out its first volley of djinn cum, what little was left of his humanity would have been expelled from his body along with it. He needed to be quick, he needed to make his third and final wish while he still could. His eyes wandered around the room, until they lingered on the scarab drone.

"I wish that-- aaah! I wish that our hookah and my drone could merge and become a m-magical artifact that would allow us to find-- nnngh... find other gay men in need so that we could grant their wishes! Fuck!" His balls churned almost audibly. "Azim, I'm about to cum!" he shouted, grabbing his desk with clawed fingers. Azim took one hand off of Joshua's hip, sliding it around to curl his fingers as far around Joshua's rod as he could. Like Azim, Joshua's dick was too big to be grasped in merely one hand now. It throbbed with ancient power and eternal masculinity.

"Your wish is my command." Azim whispered before he gave one more thrust, getting as deep inside his partner as he could. The purple djinn's bush nestled and tickled against Joshua's backside, his entire abdomen filled with his lover's phallus. In that moment, both Azim and Joshua's eyes glowed with an intense white light. The table before them began to vibrate and shake as the hookah began to rise up and float. The violet glass began to melt, the metal becoming white hot. In that moment the entire object erupted into a flurry of colored tendrils that shot out across the room, striking the robotic drone.

A shocked chitter escaped the drone as it sprunt up onto its legs - legs that were no longer merely black carbon fiber. They glistened as they took on the properties of burnished metal, each leg intricately etched with pleasing patterns. The violet glass pierced the white polycarbonate shell, turning the synthetic exoskeleton into a work of art as transparent panels set themselves into place. The drone reared back on its hind legs as its batteries and capacitors became jewels imbued with magic to power it for eons.

"We only have a moment or two my lover... Embrace your new eternity with me." Azim whispered, rubbing his bearded cheek against Joshua's, still cumming in a steady fountain inside of him.

"I... can feel it... it's so-" Joshua's sentence was cut short as his dick throbbed wildly, like a beast trying to escape its captor's grasp. Dense pearl after dense pearl of pure djinn cum shot out of his urethra, coating the surface of the desk and the other artifacts his drone had gathered. The liquid began to harden almost instantly, encasing everything in an abalone-like encasement. As the fluid gushed from his immense cock, Joshua could feel some part of himself being expelled with it: human innocence was lost, but so too were his concerns and worries about the fleeting rises and falls of his life. Frank had been but a footnote, his archaeological career a blip. What was certain was that he was eternal, linked to Azim, forever with both lust and love.

As the two sank into the afterglow of their love making, the firm grips they held on each other and the table began to soften. Their bodies became translucent. Fine detail dissolved until they were but purple and teal smoke. The glitter in their eyes remained until the last of their bodies were swept away by an unseen current, swirling and snaking down into the drone. The beetle-like robot fluttered its glass and polycarbonate wings as it slurped up the essence of the two djinns. For the first time in its life, it felt rather... content. Its belly was full. It could sense the love and lust and magic inside of it, and more than that, it understood its new directive. It was a vessel for the beings, yes, but its job was to deliver them to gay men in need of wishes. One more chitter came from the drone as it stretched out like an animal waking from a long slumber. It fluttered one wing, then the other before it trundled off of the charging pad in search of its next master.