#Genie Transformation

[masterwolftfs]

TF Trade with @axeeglitter

Josh was tired. He'd been on the set for hours, trying the same scene again and again, unable to get the role he was trying to convey just right. The director had lost his shit by this point, and had made Josh go outside for a breather and to collect his thoughts, because no matter what he tried, he just couldn't do it right. Josh, sick of being verbally assaulted by his director, had left in a rage and now sat in his dressing room, stressed and upset. After taking a few moments to himself, he started trying to calm down. Focusing on the items around him, he used the techniques his therapist had taught him to help ground his thoughts.

"Focus on 5 things you can see, Josh." He muttered to himself. One - The poster of the film he was acting the lead role in. Two - The LED bulbs adorning the mirror opposite where he sat. Three - the mirror, with his dashing reflection looking back at him, gorgeous event through the visible stress. Four - A small cactus, on his dressing table desk, his favourite plant, though it could use a little watering, that was for sure. And five - a small, golden lamp, pristine and very out of place, laid carelessly on his couch, as if thrown there in a rush. Josh didn't remember seeing that lamp before, it kind of looked like the stereotypical genie's lamp, maybe taken from the prop cupboard? But there wasn't a genie in this film… Bewildered, Josh headed over to the lamp and picked it up. Chuckling slightly to himself, he rubbed it, not really expecting any response, but figuring it funny to mess around with it nontheless. As expected nothing happened. He sighed. Despite knowing it wasn't real, magic wasn't real, he had been at least half hoping the lamp would respond to his touch. Throwing it back down, he muttered, "I just wish it was simpler" he sighed. "Easier. This is getting too fucking hard for me." As he uttered the words, it responded. The lamp glowed, softly, barely perceptible in the already warm lighting of the dressing room, but Josh could feel a pull towards it, and he went to pick it up. As soon as he touched it, his vision went. Terrified at his sudden blindness, he realised he couldn't smell, or hear either. His senses had been ripped from him, as if he never had them. Everything just stopped.

"Mr Hutcherson? Are you okay in there? It's been over an hour since you came back here… you're needed on set!" The extra, Carl, had been forced to come and get Josh on the director's behalf. Knocking for the fifth time without reply, he opened the door, to see the room empty, everything pristine bar a lamp laid sideways on the floor. "Must've been brought here by mistake" Carl laughed, and called out for Josh again. "Mr Hutcherson?" He must not be here, he thought. Picking up the lamp, suddenly it responded to his touch, a cloud of smoke enveloping Carl, and suddenly, Josh was in front of him. Golden bracelets adorned his wrists, and a gold collar was wrapped around his neck. Josh's eyes glowed gold and he boomed "Master… how may I serve you?" "Mr Hutcherson? Is that… you?" "If that is what you wish to call me, then yes." Josh's mind was screaming inside the genie's body, unable to convey his real emotions or thoughts. It was as if he was trapped inside this form, unable to be freed. "Tell me, what do you wish?" "I guess… I wish for a drink, this prank is insane, lets celebrate it with one haha" Carl chuckled. Suddenly, a drink was in his hand, seemingly materialised there out of nothing. "Woah…." Carl got a sudden idea. Josh had always been an infuriating coworker… so… maybe he should pay… "I wish to be Josh Hutcherson." Carl said, dead serious. Instantly, his body started shifting, muscles toning, height shrinking, hair changing, his entire body warping to match his twisted desire. Inside the genie, Josh could only scream, desperate to stop this. As Carl changed, the genie also changed, adopting his previous form, looking more like Carl. His mind started shifting, and the internal voice started quieting down. He was being erased, wiped, and Carl was setting in. Josh could remember who he was, but he was programmed to act exactly like Carl, which, it seemed, included being gay. He couldn't bring himself to think sexually about women anymore, only men, and the new Josh in front of him was beautiful. He instinctively groped his dick, smirking at the new Hutcherson in front of him. Carl, now Josh, noticed. "I wish for you to love me" He said, without any hesitation. Within a week, the world knew Josh Hutcherson was gay, and he had married Carl, his beloved husband. Years of love and beautiful happiness passed by, with Josh's work going wonderfully, winning hundreds of awards, becoming rich and hollywood's #1 actor, famous and beloved by all. The world bowed to brilliant actor Josh Hutcherson, including his all powerful servant, the Genie Carl.

[drbeaubourg]

Reiko plays a Halloween trick on Helen, by Sutibaru and colors by MintyMethod

[bellmo15-blog]

The Genie Of The Lamp And Funny Puns

So, my sona’s stumbled upon a magic lamp. And you know what that means? Three wishes from a genie! Or at least, that’s what SHOULD of happened. What actually happened is that the smoke that came out of the lamp just enveloped them and once it dissipated instead of being met with a genie, it’s turned them into a genie. Ehh, at least they are enjoying it! And hey, infinite comic power right? At least until one of his friends wishes him back to normal.

As I’m sure some of you know based of one of my recent status posts, I’ve had Genification/Genie TF/Dijinfication/Whatever you want to call it on my mind a lot lately. And I mean A LOT! As in, it’s pretty much been the main transformation scenario I’ve been thinking about the most recently. Weather that’s because of who my main comfort waifu is being Half Genie herself, the fact that I’ve actually considered playing Sonic and the Secret Rings recently after playing Black Knight earlier this year and liking it a lot (yes, you heard me Sonic Storybook Game detractors) or how I’ve been rewatching a lot of old movies from my childhood this year one of them being Aladdin or because of this one Genie TF comic someone once shared on a Discord server a few years ago that I’ve been thinking about a lot more I’ve just had genies on my mind a lot. And I have a transformation kink.

So of course, it was inevitable I was going to get a commission of my sona transformed into a genie. Because why settle for finding a genie and only being able to make three wishes while also running the risk of that genie adding some twist to it when you can instead BECOME a Genie and get all the power in the world for yourself.

Thayla: Because actually being a genie means that you can’t leave your lamp, will be permanently bound to it forever and even if you do get found by someone there’s a good chance your master could be the worst person in the world! Honestly, stuff like that is why I’m actually glad you made me only half genie!

You do realize that as my OC I could re-write your backstory so that you are a full genie right? Would you like that smartass?

Thayla: … I’m… I’m just gonna go back to playing Mario Kart now…

So yeah, got this pic because Genie TF Brainrot! And if your wondering why I had my self-insert dressed in the Gerudo Vai outfit from Breath of the Wild (but not Tears of the Kingdom) for this one, well I’ve pretty much made that outfit there cannon dancer outfit and most genies especially the feminine ones wear some kind of bedlah anyway so yeah.

Artist is Daisy-Pink71.

[cubbihue]

I get the feel Norm was out of the loop until recently. Thats what being stuck in a lamp does to a fella.

Final! With his stupid new master occupated with a tasty sandwich, Norm can start phase 1 of his plan. He spent years cooking up the perfect plan, now all he's gotta do is get H.P and Sanderson on board then-

- Wait why is Turner in Pixie HQ? Why is he a pixie? What do you MEAN he's the best pixie employee? He has a godBROTHER? THOSE TWO BOZOS KIDNAPPED TURNER??

HOW LONG WAS I IN THE LAMP???

Now he can't mess with Timmy so easily anymore. It and pisses him off.

I don't remember if Norm met Peri. I sent you that another ask. Had to break it up. Also love your art!

2/2

Norm may have been out of the loop, initially. But he picks up on the facts very quickly. Maybe a bit too quickly.

No Fairy have ever asked Timmy about his experiences when he was human. Nor did any Fairy ask him how it was like to become a Fairy. Norm's the first being in 200 years to do it and Timmy's.

Uncomfortable.

In one conversation, they learned more about each other than Timmy liked. With one response, Norm has learned more about Timmy's current state than Timmy realized he'd given. More so, Norm knows more about Timmy's fate than Timmy does himself.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[yandere-wishes]

Do you guys want more transformers one x reader?

[fafnir19]

Genie's lamp

Lex strolled along the cobblestone streets of the small coastal town, soaking in the salty breeze that whispered tales of the sea. His summer holidays had brought him here, seeking respite from the bustling city life and his studies that had consumed him for so long. As he wandered, a glint of light caught his eye, drawing him to a narrow side street where an ancient-looking shop stood, its wooden sign creaking in the wind. Intrigued, Lex pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside, the musty smell of old books and incense enveloping him. Shelves lined with peculiar artifacts and trinkets stretched out before him, each item holding a hint of mystery within its aged confines. "Welcome, young traveler," a voice called out, drawing Lex's attention to a figure behind the counter. Declan, the shop owner, stood before him, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Feel free to browse my collection. I must make a quick errand to the post office, but I'll return shortly." As Declan made his exit, Lex's curious gaze wandered over the shelves filled with curiosities from distant lands. His eyes landed on a tarnished Arabic lamp, its intricate designs whispering of tales untold.

As he lifted the lamp, a playful grin tugged at his lips, recalling childhood tales of genies and their whimsical magic. He rubbed the lamp absentmindedly, half-expecting nothing but a puff of dust to emerge. Lex's eyes widened in awe as he watched the ancient lamp in his hands start to emit wisps of smoke. His heart raced with excitement, a smile spreading across his face. The air crackled with energy as the smoke coalesced into a muscular figure, clad in black leather harem pants, standing with their back to him.

"Cool, a real genie! I already know what I will wish for! Ahm… what’s actually your name, genie?" Lex exclaimed, overcome with excitement. Turning slowly to face Lex, the genie's eyes gleamed with a potent mix of mischief and malevolence. "I am Jafar," the genie rumbled, his voice laced with authority "You will refer to me as Master, mere mortal." Confusion clouded Lex's features at the genie's command. "Master? What do you mean?" he spluttered, uncertainty tainting his tone. The genie's next words sent a shiver down Lex's spine. "Kneel before me and submit," Jafar commanded, his voice steely with power. Fear gripped Lex's heart, his instincts urging him to flee as he took a step back. With a shaky voice, he stammered, "I...I have to go." His heart raced as he made a break for the door. But before he could make it, an unseen force lifted him off the ground, tendrils of smoke enveloping him. Panic seized him as he felt himself turning to smoke, his very essence slipping away.

The laughter of the genie echoed around him as Lex found himself being pulled into the ancient lamp. Inside, the world shifted around him, his clothes transforming into exotic harem pants and golden rings adorning his limbs.

Panic surged through Lex as he pounded against the walls of the lamp, trying to break free from this strange and terrifying prison. Jafar, the genie, held the lamp nonchalantly, observing Lex's futile attempts with amusement.

"You're quite the spirited one, aren't you?" Jafar's voice dripped with malicious charm. "But fear not, the lamp's magic will soon calm you and make you more... impressionable." A strange calmness settled over Lex, his mind clouding with a soothing fog. "Relax, kneel," the genie's voice commanded, its tone both hypnotic and commanding. Filled with a strange sense of peace, Lex obeyed, his anxiety giving way to a bizarre sense of acceptance.

Lex's thoughts grew foggy, his will bending to the genie's influence. "It has always been your hidden desire to help others," Jafar purred. "What better way than to serve me?" Finding a strange sense of logic in the genie's words, Lex embraced the idea of serving.

Followed by the genie's revelations about Lex's yearning for confidence and independence hit uncomfortably close to home. "Your struggles stem from your desire to be strong, my dear Lex," Jafar continued, his voice a luring whisper. "You do not need to be strong yourself, but to walk in the shadow of greatness," Jafar's words resonated within Lex's soul. The genie continued, his voice like a hypnotic melody. "Simply follow a strong master, and you shall find your purpose." A revelation dawned upon Lex, a realization that perhaps he had been searching for guidance all along. Lex felt a strange sense of clarity wash over him and gratitude swelled in his chest as Jafar offered his help and guidance. So, Lex embraced the notion of relinquishing his independence and accepted willingly, to follow where the genie led with a newfound sense of purpose.

Jafar's words cut through the haze, revealing a truth about Lex that he had never acknowledged. "All your struggles stem from one simple truth you deny," Jafar's voice carried a weight of finality. "You are secretly gay, Lex." Lex's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing as he grappled with the unexpected revelation. Could it be true? Had he been blind to his own desires all along? “But... but I’ve never...” Lex's voice faltered, uncertainty clouding his mind. Jafar demanded, "Admit it. Say it aloud. Acknowledge who you truly are." Doubt flickered in Lex' eyes, but after a moment of hesitation, he said, "I...I'm..." his voice trembled before he took a deep breath and uttered the words, "I'm gay, Master." Jafar's laughter rang out, a mix of triumph and satisfaction.

"Well done, my obedient pleasure boy. Embrace your new self." Lex felt a strange mix of liberation and vulnerability wash over him as he acknowledged his hidden truth, sending ripples of change through his being. As the words hung in the air, a wave of acceptance washed over him, mingling with the confusion and fear that clouded his thoughts. Before he could dwell on his newfound revelation, Jafar swiftly sprung into the lamp.

Jafar's eyes danced with triumph as he took a step closer to Lex, his movements predatory and sinuous. With a swift motion, he caressed Lex thighs and member through the delicate fabric of the harem pants. A moan escaped Lex's lips as he felt the undeniable response of his body to Jafar's touch. The genie's dark eyes held a predatory gleam as he watched Lex' cock respond eagerly to his dominance. "That's mine now, right?" he purred, his voice dripping with power and desire. Lex's response was a guttural moan, a simple "Yes, Master," escaping his lips as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Jafar's grip on Lex's chin was firm yet gentle as he lifted his gaze, locking eyes with him in an unspoken command. "Show me your devotion," he demanded, his voice laced with undeniable authority. Feeling a mix of devotion and arousal, Lex knelt before Jafar, his hands trembling as he reached for the genie's leather-clad thighs.

As he sucked Jafar’s dick, his mind clouded with submission, a strange eagerness washing over him. The genie's deep chuckle filled the air as Lex' obedience pleased him.

As Jafar reached the heights of pleasure, Lex obediently swallowed every drop of his master's cum, savoring it with an appetite fueled by his submission. Jafar's dark laughter mixed with Lex's moans, creating a symphony of domination and pleasure within the confines of the magical lamp.  Just when the intensity of the moment peaked, a sudden interruption shattered the moment. The shop owner's return brought a jolt of reality to the surreal scene unfolding before him. Declan's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of the genie and the student, frozen in a moment of twisted bliss. "Ah, Declan, your timing is impeccable as always," Jafar's voice dripped with smooth amusement, his gaze lingering on Lex with a knowing look. Lex's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, unsure of what would come next in this unexpected encounter between master, servant, and unwitting spectator. The air crackled with tension, a sense of anticipation hanging heavy in the magical shop.

Declan's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, "Jafar, I wish that you let the boy free!" His words held a tone of authority that demanded obedience. Jafar's eyes narrowed, but he begrudgingly complied, knowing he had to obey Declan's wish. "Your wish is my command, master," he hissed through clenched teeth. In a swirl of magic and smoke, Lex was released from the confines of the lamp, standing once more in the shop, his eyes wide with a mix of relief and confusion.

Declan approached Lex, his gaze filled with sympathy as he explained the gravity of the situation. "I arrived just in time. A few minutes later, and Jafar would have transformed you into a genie for good," he revealed, his tone grave yet comforting. Gratitude swelled within Lex as he realized the extent of Declan's intervention. He had been spared a fate worse than he could imagine.

Lex mind was still reeling from the whirlwind of the events that had unfolded and he felt a sense of overwhelming fatigue wash over him. "I think that's enough excitement for one day. It's time for me to leave," he mumbled wearily, ready to escape the bewildering events of the day. Yet, Declan's words halted him in his tracks, his gaze locking onto Lex with a mix of intent and purpose. "As you have already swallowed Jafar’s seed, you have gained magical powers that need to be trained," Declan explained, his tone unwavering. "You must become my sorcerer apprentice now."

Lex's mind reeled at the sudden shift in his destiny. From a simple student on holiday to now a budding sorcerer under Declan's guidance, his life had taken a dramatic turn.

Though Declan reassured him that Jafar's revelation about his supposed hidden gay desires was part of the genie's corrupting influence, a lingering sense of longing remained within Lex. The memory of serving Jafar, albeit under false pretenses, had stirred something deep within him.

As Lex embarked on this new chapter of his life, delving into the world of magic and sorcery under Declan's tutelage, he couldn't shake off the echoes of his encounter with the genie. The allure of power, the pull of submission, and the whispers of forbidden desires tugged at the edges of his consciousness.

And so, Lex's journey into the realm of mysticism and enchantment began, marked by the lingering shadows of his past encounter and the uncertain promise of what lay ahead as he navigated the path to becoming a powerful sorcerer and, perhaps, mastering the depths of his own desires.

[siremasterlawrence]

Wishing Upon A Lamp

I am in a deep coma sleep when a giantrock hits the ground running leaving a way too gigantic ole massive hole in the middle of the yard leaving a chasm in my home as I leap from my bed on to my feet racing to my window. I look out to the see comet hitthe ground on impact as I climb out of my window on to the middle tier of my house as I climb down, sliding down to my back yard and walk to the comet opening up as the light shines.My body is shining as I touch it the light hit me up hitting my nervous system reacting like lightning, thunder clapping and my eyes began to shift my body goes insane shaking throughout it’s own existence and it totally transforms it to a lamp landing in my hand.

“Yes Master!”

“What the fuck?”

“I am a Genie”

“I noticed”

“How may I serve you ?”

“One wish I guess “

“As many as you like “

“Excellent! Take my hand “

“Interesting “

“I wish to have my ideal life “

“Close your eyes and breath “

“What on earth?”

“Who the hell are you ?”

“Look in to the mirror “

“Is that me? He is sexy”

“Shit! You look fine Master”

“Who is this anyway?”

“A random hot head “

“It’s my body now”

“Damn right it is”

“I am so rock hard and about to cum”

“I am so beautiful “

“Apparently godly”

“The body of work”

“ A spartan”

“A Greek God”

“Motherfucking”

“And vain”

“My right! I am perfection”

“You are indeed perfect “

“Watch me remove my clothes “

“I’ll do to slow”

“Stop teasing me”

“I’ll give my show a strip show”

“Privacy?”

“No! I have a better idea”

“Shake that ass”

“Oh Master”

“My pecs are strong “

“Can I hug you?”

“What timeless shadow I have?”

“Ok Vain”

“My ass is filled up”

“Let me spin about “

“I am taking a shower “

“The water rises”

“The steam flows”

“My body transform “

“My life is everything “

“We are deeply connected “

“This body and I are one”

“Swirling, spinning and I am in heaven”

“No ecstasy”

“Diving deep”

“Into the void “

“Rolling in dirt”

“Making a mess”

“A pig sty! I am rumbling through the mud”

“I want to pound you Genie”

“I wish you would or could”

The end

[bimboaudino]

Genie wish transformation~

[wishmaster]

Dear Wishmaster I tire of my current life, I wish I could be a productive member of society and help people be come who they wish to be.

Suddenly a lamp appears in my hands, a lamp that looks alot like a genie's lamp.

A voice in my mind said rub it. So I did and suddenly this gorgeous man appeared before me.

He stared at me and then I felt my body begin to change. A mirror appeared so I could see myslf. My skin darkened, piercings began to appear accross my body, Tight leather formed as my new muscled, perfect body finished, suddenly I was teh one covered by smoke, a leather turben appeared on my head, suddenly I knew who I was

Holy shit I thought as art in ink form covered my new body. Words came from my mouth in a much deeper voice.

I am the genie of the lamp. with that I found myself sucked inside the lamp and transported to the Wishmaster's shop where I awaited the first soul to set me free.

[shadypie]

My wish is you

Shattered glass universe megatron x genie gn!reader (cuz i want anyone to enjoy this)

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Backstory : you're a genie, you can grant wishes amazing right? Well it's not very exciting being one especially when you have to deal with people who wants to change the world and rule everything or destroy everything

It has been a long time since someone found your lamp and rubbed it to get a wish, to be honest it was quite tiring granting a wish that is quite grand and a lot but you cannot refuse your master at least you get a break from wishing for these past decades? But either way you cannot leave your lamp you wished you could see what's happening outside of your little lamp.

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As you were in your lamp napping someone or something rubbed your lamp you frowned at being interrupted in your napping but you quickly exited your lamp and stretched a little before looking and greeting your new master, you yawn and look up at where you are… this doesn’t look like earth?.. you shrug it off tough “greetings master, i’m [reader] or sparky if you like, you have 3 wishes tell me what you desire and i’ll grant it here and now” you said as look at your hand still perfect as always heh. Your eyes look at your master, he was not human but a robot? Ehh you met stranger people no wonder why it felt rough when your lamp was rubbed (exterior, he is a fragging metal!)

The big robot looks surprised before asking in a gentle tone “i’m sorry but i don’t think i’m your master or that you could grant a wish such as mine..” oh a difficult one, well ain’t he making you interested for sure he’s big but he can’t kill you "er... yeah sure, you rubbed my lamp and that makes you my master, you did rubbed my lamp for your desire right? Cuz what else?..." this robot was quite confusing.

The robot was quiet before gently grabbing you "..then my first wish is to know who you are little one.." you nodded before looking suprised and shock "wha- wait you wish to know.. me??..." no one ever ever done that "and i'm not that young i'll tell you i'm about [very very old age almost as same as megatron]!" You said offended that he called you little, the robot looks guilty as i place you on his big hand "my apologies, i didn't mean to call you young but your quite small.. i'm megatron" the robot or now megatron introduce himself you smirk and grant his wish "i'm a genie, i can grant any wishes but i'm not allowed to give you anything that are dangerous or self harm even death and resuraction" you said in a short summery of what you are "i can do many thing but leave my lamp.." you start to float to have a eye to eye with megatron.

Megatron hum and nodded "..i see, then my second wish, is that you can be freely leave your lamp.." you grant his wish without hearing what he actually said since your impatient to get things done and head back.

After some time you got along with megatron what you didn't know that he wish silently that you stay forever by his side as a friend or lover and you granted that on his second wish he doesn't mind if you make friends at all he just want you to be free from being in that lamp he never wish his third wish at all, your still impatient to go back to your lamp but you forgot all of it and enjoy your time with megatron before going back as a lonely genie, that will never happened.

I'll probably do a writting about sg Optimus but i like a different reader for each one so imma go on google and find something intresting unless if you like i can write reader as something you want to see in Sg Optimus but i would probably write a part two to the witch and this one as well.

[brisksunrise]

Pippi was originally named Phillip before the change into a little toon genie. Contrary to the typical genie in fiction, she is freer than many. Her own desires and whims are her guide in life!

[dorin-naga]

Sketches i done did lately

[cherrycherish]

I want you to think about someone massive - belly stretching for dozens of feet; so large that they cannot move, but all of their needs are taken care of by others. Are they the last fertile person on Earth, the burden of repopulation resting solely on their shoulders? A pred who eats a whole town in single sitting? Someone who has unbirthed many, many people over the course of their life, and continues to add new additions?~

(I'm blending these options together, with a lil bit of sci-fi 💞)

Urso groaned as his whole body seemed to quake from the kicking of his pups, "Ahhh, I think it's nearly time..."

"You sure they're not just hungry, darling?" His lover purred, watching the movement of the pups.

"I literally just ate." He pointed to the peak of his swell, where some prey were clearly shifting around in his gut.

"Give it a few minutes, we don't want to get everyone riled up too soon." Lyra rubbed at one of the pup's elbows that was clearly jabbing Urso from within.

Urso moaned and leaned back, trying to get comfortable with his truly massive belly swollen out before him. He'd been enjoying life as an immobile broodmare for a long time, and had grown used to being at the mercy of his ever demanding pups.

Many many many years ago Urso had been just as human as everyone else, but for reasons beyond humanity's comprehension, energies began to change in humans. It seemed humans were the only ones affected by what was deemed a "time shift". Certain things in humans were too fast and others too slow, and nothing was consistent. Some had hearts that beat too fast and died quickly thereafter, some had skin that all but shed non-stop leaving them raw constantly, though most were sexually shifted, many would be quickly struck with sexual desire and then nothing, leaving people very rarely able to procreate, and most unwilling to risk the possibility of a child growing inside them in a few hours or a few years. As much as people feared being too fast, some were too slow, slow to think, slow to move, slow to breathe. Urso hadn't discovered what he was affected with, everything seemed normal, though he knew something was either far too fast or slow.

Whatever caused the time shift was never discovered, there were theories, but nothing concrete. Along with the change in time, some people began to see things that were previously unseen, Urso was among those lucky few. He was terrified at first but upon realizing that the odd entities did little more than acknowledge his presence, it wasn't too difficult to navigate.

The only time an entity spoke to him, it was some sort of wish granter, a genie or a fairy or something, notoriously untrustworthy, but with the state of things Urso couldn't exactly refuse. So many societies had collapsed into chaos, turns out humans don't handle an inability to enjoy sex well at all. What did he need to wish for in order to have some semblance of normalcy and safety?

He of course tried to wish for things to go back to normal, to undo the time shift all together, but the creature had refused. It didn't explain what the limitation of the wishes were which didn't help.

Ultimately, Urso could only wish for the ability to bless people with children that were unaffected by the time shift.

The spirit didn't refuse this, and with the wave of a hand they were in a beautiful open field, another wave of its hand and a huge stone building appeared amongst the flowers. Then it was gone. Urso, with no clue where he was or what to do, could only go into the odd building and hope to find an explanation.

It was a massive structure, like a palace, and was well stocked with food and medicines and many of the luxuries that had disappeared with society's collapse. The giant library looked like it would take years to fully look through, and much of it appeared to be contents about survival and life skills. As he finished looking around the entire place, returning to the biggest room inside, he still had no idea what he was meant to do exactly.

Then a group entered the place, quickly running into Urso.

"Is this place yours?" The man who looked to be leading the group asked. He was tall and rugged looking, long dark hair, muscles, tan skin, he looked like an actor.

"Uh, yes, I would say so."

"We've been sent here to help you with your wish." He held out his hand which Urso shook readily.

"I'm Urso. And you are?"

"Lyra. Nice to meet you."

He was introduced to the group and though he was still uncertain what he was meant to do, showed them around the place. Soon they were working together to make things more livable in what they were now calling home, saving seeds from their food stores and growing new food, taking the long trail to the nearest town to share their supplies, which through some magical means always replenished overnight. It seemed that the palace was nearly frozen in time, barely crawling forward at all, meaning those living within were effectively free from the time shift as long as they were inside. It wasn't long before more people joined them, growing their numbers and developing an odd culture of their own together.

Along with a melting pot culture, Urso also found himself receptive to Lyra's flirtations. The two were even better at leading together. As they had an unending supply of food, it didn't surprise anyone that they all looked healthy, Urso was happy that his wish seemed to include benefits. Their clear well-being attracted more people over time, and it seemed as more people lived there, the stockpile only grew.

As he was walking through the library looking for something to read he found an old tome that inexplicably fell off the shelf closest to him. It was full of information on bizarre magic, depicting all kinds of mind boggling feats. He tried showing it to the others, but it seemed they all lacked the eyes to see the unseen and couldn't read a word of it.

Pouring over the old tome for days, Urso found what he needed to do at last. Painting a series of glyphs on his skin and reading aloud the chant from the pages, his body began to change right before his eyes. No longer merely healthy, Urso was growing fat, moaning as he finished reading the chant and his body swelled wider. Quickly it became impossible for him to hold himself up, his muscles unable to lift such sudden weight, and he was stuck sitting on his widening rear.

"This isn't too terribly big..." He muttered as the growing finally stopped, he could probably move with some help. His body felt huge, but pleasurable. The soft skin, the stretch marks, the jiggle, it felt right.

"Lyra!" He called, hoping that someone would hear him through his door. He probably should've asked for someone to help him with this strange ritual. "Lyra! Anybody?"

He heard hurried footsteps before his door flew open.

Lyra stood in the doorway dumbstruck, eyes looking over the much larger man, "Are... Are you okay?"

"Yes, but I can't move. Could you give me a hand? There's a spell for weightlessness in that book there, but I can't reach it."

By the end of the day Urso was waddling about the palace, Lyra practically glued to his side.

"Just what were you thinking doing that alone? What if I hadn't heard you? What if something had gone wrong?"

"I'm perfectly fine, and you did hear me. Everything worked out, didn't it?"

"Was this what you were wishing for?"

"You didn't know before you came?"

"No. I just knew we had to come here."

"I wished for a way to give people children that didn't have the time shift."

"And what does that have to do with you getting so big?" Despite his less than polite choice of words, Urso could see the desire in his eyes.

"Well, it's a requirement to make my wish happen. I've got all the spells I'll need to make this work, but first we should explain it to everyone, let's have a meeting."

Urso explained to the others in the encampment what his plans were, and that he'd need sixteen others to complete the spell, eight willing and eight unwilling. Once he explained what the others would need to do in order to complete the spell, eight people readily volunteered, much to Urso's delight.

Eight other people were dragged to the palace while Urso set everything up in the massive central room they'd be performing the spell in. The people of the encampment bowed down before Urso as Lyra fed him each of the eight outsiders. These sacrifices were all kicking up a storm in his stomach but it was a thrilling sensation. He felt so full and had to gulp so hard to swallow them all, and yet it felt so good once each of them was inside.

"Now for the fun part." Urso smiled as he approached the eight volunteers, lowering his wet cunt onto the first one in the row, the spell he'd applied to his body allowing him to stretch to accommodate the sheer size.

The combined wriggling of the prey in his gut on top of the shifting volunteers being pulled into his womb was ecstacy. The glyphs painted on him glowed as his body accepted all eight of his new pups. He still felt positively gravid, belly stretched around all sixteen of them, it seemed his weightless spell was wearing off.

Lyra helped him get settled on a giant cushion before going to find some cream for his lover's over stretched skin. Urso could only sit there in bliss, his mind spinning with plans.

The powerful magic required eight willing volunteers to act as a harness to Urso's magic, from within his body he could steer their excess energy to others to form healthy pregnancies in anyone near him. The eight sacrifices in his gut were giving him the energy to make such a sudden transformation safely.

The pups inside his womb never regressed over the years, in fact they grew quite plump inside his spoiled body, and would eagerly move about within him whenever they got hungry or it was time to transfer their excess energy into others. Over the years, more people heard about the "fertile palace", migrated to it and found themselves well fed and heavy with children that would be free from the time shift. Some had no desire for children and were happier serving Urso or being fattened up and consumed to feed his huge swell. It was discovered that his milk was good at healing sicknesses and soon he was almost always attached to a pump.

Urso was content as a fertility conductor, planting healthy pregnancies into willing worshippers wasn't difficult work, and he enjoyed watching everyone grow. The children born in the palace were healthy and happy and had no trouble with the time shift. If he could've jumped for joy when it was first confirmed, he would've, the best he could manage was jiggling with delighted laughter.

"Hmm, Love, I think it really is time... Urp!" All the eager kicking of his pups along with his recent meal was a lot of sensation all at once, despite how huge he'd gotten, it wasn't any less intense now than it had been in the beginning.

"Alright, let's get everyone ready." Lyra opened a door and several naked worshippers made their way into the room, slowly approaching their benefactor's mountain of a belly. His belly towered over even tall people, and seemed to stick out so far, Urso couldn't see past it and his globe breasts hardly at all, but he didn't mind. This was what he wanted to be, after all.

One by one people approached and pressed themselves against Urso's huge body, as he directed energy into each of them they began to swell with brood and milk. Each one was nicely round as they waddled to an area of cushions to catch their breath. Urso could see that some were going to have multiples and others heavy singles, the energy he'd placed in them choosing randomly how many they'd carry.

As the last of the eager worshippers were filled with young, Urso felt his own pups settle inside him finally.

"Whoo, you boys finally tucker yourselves out in there?" He asked quietly, giving his heavy form a rub.

Lyra gave his belly a kiss before meeting his lips passionately, "Are you gonna fill people up long after the time shift is fixed?"

"I don't see why not to. Even once the time shift is gone, plenty of people will still want to be filled with babies." He smiled as his little ones seemed to finally go to sleep, "Besides, I can't let these pups out, this is where they belong."

"What if I told you that there's apparently another influx of worshippers arriving within the week." Lyra's eyes burned with lust.

"They'd still take a bit of time to settle in, get a bit fat, then I'm sure we could fill them up too. You like watching me fill everyone up."

"I do. I'll dote on you and these pups until the end of time. Even if everyone else leaves, I'm staying and tending to you and the pups. Now," Lyra kissed one of his chins, "It's time for dessert. You worked hard filling all these people, you've earned a reward."

"I love you." Urso grinned, tears pricked in the corner of his eyes, "You and the pups are the best part of my wish."

"I love you too."

[yandere-wishes]

can someone please explain to me how I have no trouble writing a 2k word fic about violently making out with a deranged fictional character? On top of having the confidence to publish it for hundreds of people to see.

But am currently struggling to write 50 words to a robotics company I'm passionate about working at? Like wtf is wrong with me!!!!!!!

[fafnir19]

Genie's lamp - Part II

The apprentice

Amidst the gentle descent of autumn leaves and the rustling of the wind along the seaside town, Lex found himself standing in Declan's shop, the magical artifacts whispering stories of power and mystique. It had been almost a year since he became Declan's apprentice, delving deep into the mysteries of magic and mastering his newfound powers. However, deep within him, the echoes of his encounter with the malevolent genie, Jafar, still lingered. Alone in the shop, Lex's thoughts drifted to the lamp that once held Jafar captive. Curiosity bubbled within him as he reached for the lamp, his fingers tracing the intricate engravings.

With a mixture of cockiness and determination, he rubbed the lamp, releasing a plume of smoke that coiled and twisted into the familiar form of the genie. Jafar emerged, his dark eyes locking onto Lex with a mix of surprise and intrigue. "You have developed well, Lex! How powerful you appear," Jafar remarked, his voice a melodic blend of malice and allure. Lex straightened his posture, a newfound confidence surging within him as he commanded, "Kneel, Jafar." To Lex's satisfaction, Jafar obeyed, his gaze holding a hint of admiration for the apprentice who dared to challenge him.

"You possess a strength that belies your mortal form, Lex," Jafar mused, a twisted smile dancing on his lips. The balance of power had shifted, and Lex felt the rush of authority coursing through his veins. As Jafar knelt before him, Lex realized the intoxicating allure of control and submission. The desires that once whispered at the edges of his consciousness now danced boldly in the forefront of his mind. "Embrace your destiny as my obedient genie," Lex commanded, his voice laced with a newfound sense of power. Jafar's eyes gleamed with a mix of reverence and hunger as he inclined his head in submission. "Your will shall be done, Master Lex," Jafar intoned dignified. Lex's chest swelled with pride at the genie's words, a newfound confidence coursing through him. "Shut up," Lex commanded, his voice firm and authoritative, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. Jafar's lips curved into a smirk while he knelt before Lex, the shift in power palpable between them. "Suck my cock," Lex commanded, his words delivered with an authority that left Jafar in awe. With a skill that spoke of centuries of experience, Jafar obliged, sending shivers of pleasure down Lex's spine.

However, just as Lex was about to cum, Jafar withdrew, leaving him craving more. "Ah, Jafar," Lex moaned, his voice thick with desire. Jafar's attention shifted, his focus moving to explore Lex's body in ways that ignited a fire within him. The genie's lips explored every inch of Lex's body, setting his skin ablaze with desire.

Moans of pleasure escaped Lex's lips, lost in the haze of arousal that clouded his mind. Jafar's tongue trailed a scorching path from Lex's nipples to his pits, igniting a fire of arousal within him. Lost in a sea of ecstasy, Lex could do nothing but surrender to the waves of pleasure crashing over him, his yearning overwhelming his senses.

Eager to prolong Lex's pleasure, Jafar's tongue sought out more and more erogenous zones, igniting a fire within Lex that threatened to consume him entirely. As Jafar's exploring tongue ventured lower, igniting flames of pleasure within him, Lex was enraptured by the heavenly bliss washing over him. Lex reveled in the sensations, his pride swelling at the control he held over the once commanding genie. The sensation of Jafar's warm, wet tongue exploring his hole sent Lex spiraling into euphoria, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of pleasure. Before he realized it, Jafar rose to his full height, positioning himself between Lex' parted legs.

As Jafar's throbbing member breached Lex's entrance, a gasp of pleasure escaped him. With a seductive but commanding tone, Jafar declared, “I will ride you like the stallion you are!” And without hesitation, Jafar began moving faster and faster, driving Lex to heights of pleasure he had never experienced before.

As Jafar's movements intensified, Lex surrendered to the overpowering sensations, letting himself be carried away by the sheer force of pleasure and desire. With each powerful thrust, he felt a surge of strength and virility coursing through him, as if he had tapped into a primal energy that had been dormant all along. The words echoed in Lex's mind, "Wasn't he a true stallion?" A sense of pride swelled within him as he embraced the moment, reveling in the raw intensity of the experience. “Yes, I'm a virile and strong stud," Lex thought, a newfound confidence seeping into his mind. The acknowledgment of his own power and allure resonated within him. Jafar, sensing the shift in Lex's demeanor, intensified the rhythm of his movements, driving them both towards the pinnacle of ecstasy.

The room filled with the symphony of their joined desires, a crescendo building to a climax that would seal their newfound bond. Finally, with a commanding voice, Jafar ordered, "Cum, Lex!" And like a puppet on strings, Lex obeyed, shooting his load as Jafar's climax mingled with his own.

Lex lay there, his chest heaving, the remnants of pleasure still echoing through his body. Jafar's satisfied smirk sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in his mind. "Always a pleasure to break in a young stallion," Jafar's voice resonated in the room, wrapping around Lex like a silk ribbon.

His smug satisfaction filled the room and his dominant presence casting a shadow over Lex. "You know how you need to address me henceforth, right?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. The realization washed over Lex like a wave crashing on the shore. He wasn't just merely broken in; he had been expertly tamed and masterfully subdued. Tamed and subdued by the dominant genie who had unveiled desires deep within him, desires he never knew existed. Lex felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the truth of his newfound allegiance. "Yes, MASTER," he replied, his voice tinged with both submission and a touch of awe. A surge of tranquility washed over him, calming the storm of conflicting emotions within. His mind, once clouded with confusion and resistance, now cleared, the path before him illuminated by the twisted wisdom of his master.

Jafar, his dark eyes swirling with satisfaction, moved closer to Lex, their gazes locked in a silent understanding that transcended mere words. With a possessive touch, Jafar adorned Lex with golden rings, the weight of them a physical reminder of the bond that now bound them together. The transparent chiffon harem-pants clung to Lex's form, a symbol of his submission and devotion to his newfound Master.

As Jafar adorned him with the delicate golden rings and draped him in the sheer harem-pants, Lex couldn't help but feel a strange pride in his submission. The sensation of being possessed by his Master ignited a fire within him, one that whispered of a new purpose waiting to be fulfilled. With a knowing smile, Jafar inquired, "What are your next plans, Lex?" His voice was like velvet, wrapping around Lex's senses and drawing him deeper into the web of submission that had been woven around him. Lex lifted his gaze to meet Jafar's, a newfound resolve shining in his eyes. "To walk in the shadow of your strength is my rightful place, Master Jafar," he declared, the words ringing with a truth that resonated deep within him. Jafar's smirk widened, a sense of satisfaction glinting in his eyes. "You are mine, Lex, completely and utterly. Your submission pleases me," Jafar's voice held a sense of triumph, as if another piece in his malevolent puzzle had fallen into place.

As Declan arrived home, the scene before him caused a mix of shock and disgust to swirl within him. Lex lounged on the sofa, with Jafar towering behind him, a look of possession in his eyes. Jafar's finger trailed over Lex's chin, eliciting a submissive response as Lex seductively sucked on Jafar's fingers. The sight of Lex, dressed in transparent chiffon pants shamelessly showcasing Lex' boner, nearly broke Declan's heart.

"Lex, what is the meaning of this?" Declan's voice rang with a hint of betrayal, his gaze flickering between the shameless sight of Lex and the disapproving glare aimed at Jafar. Jafar, on the other hand, seemed amused by Declan's reaction, savoring the tension in the air. With a smooth tone dripping with malice, he spoke, "Isn't he adorable? Now, submit to me, Declan."

Meanwhile Lex reveled in his master's attention, feeling a sense of revulsion at the thought of having once been Declan's apprentice, finding the old man repulsive in comparison to his powerful and enticing Master Jafar.

With a defiant glare, Declan spat towards Jafar, "I will not bow down to your disgusting presence!" 

Unfazed by the shop owner's resistance, Jafar turned to Lex with a sinister glint in his eyes. "I wish Declan to become a homeless beggar without a voice!" Jafar commanded, his voice dripping with malice. Lex's response was casual, devoid of remorse or hesitation. "Consider it done, Master," he replied, a jarring indifference coloring his words. With a snap of Lex's fingers, Declan's fate was sealed. In a swirl of smoke, the once dignified shop owner and respected mentor was reduced to a ragged, mute beggar, a shadow of his former self - forced to lead a pitiful existence.

Jafar's satisfaction radiated through the room, a twisted grin etched on his face as he looked upon the broken man that Declan had become. Emboldened by his triumph over Declan, Jafar's focus shifted to the moldable clay that was Lex. With a cold determination, he set out to forge Lex into a ruthless prince of sorcery, a cruel master whom others would fear and revere.

Turning back to Lex, his tone softened, a hint of pride lacing his words. "You have done well, my apprentice. Now, it is time to embrace your destiny as a true prince of sorcery, a ruler in your own right." Lex, his gaze vacant yet filled with a newfound sense of power, nodded in agreement. "Yes, Master. I am ready to walk the path you have set before me, to rise to heights unimagined." Jafar's smile widened, a darkness lurking within its depths. "Good. Together, we shall command respect and fear from all who dare to challenge us. Your submission pleases me, Lex. You have embraced your destiny with open arms."

The transformation of the once hopeful apprentice into a dark figure of authority had begun, paving the way for a future tinged with shadows and manipulation.

And so, as the night fell over the small coastal town, a new era dawned. A cruel prince of sorcery was rising, his power unmatched and his heart consumed by the insidious influence of an ancient genie.

[c--91]

[C] Rosie the Genie

Commission for Dharc! Rosie joins the genie ranks.

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