“A lamp?” Bobby chuckled, sifting through the miscellanea stored in the decrepit attic’s filthy boxes.
“Must have been left by the old tenants…” Bobby stuck both hands into the cardboard box, pushed aside the useless sundries and took out the dust covered lamp.
“A dusty lamp… just like in the movies.” He smiled to himself. “Better be a genie or something in here that’ll help pay rent for this place.”
Bobby tapped the lamp’s spout on the palm of his dusty hands and sighed. He’d moved into this old Victorian house two days ago. He now lived with his new roommate Carter, someone who Bobby hadn’t taken much interest in getting to know. He was gay, which didn’t necessarily bother Bobby, but it didn’t thrill him either. He had never pictured himself living with a gay person, especially a gay man, but he was willing to for this house. It was everything Bobby looked for in a home. It was spacious, but not enough to inspire feelings of loneliness. It had a good location, only taking Bobby twenty minutes to walk to the office. The house was nestled inside a gated community too, keeping it safe from the rebellious teenage troublemakers that Brooktane City had grown so infamous for. There was only one problem. The price.
Bobby’s sales job at Brooktane City’s well known IT distribution company, Hyatt Ltd, barely provided him with enough money to feed himself, let alone pay rent for this new place. Carter was no richer. He was a digital artist. Paid by commission too. Even on a good month, he wasn’t paid half as much as Bobby. Though Bobby’s relentless optimism helped him prevail through the most difficult situations, not even Bobby knew how things would end out here.
Bobby’s hands rose up from the disheveled cardboard box, the glistening lamp resting on his soft palms. He took a deep breathe and blew on the lamp, sprinkling the dull grey dust over the attic’s creaking floorboards. Bobby cleared his throat triumphantly and cupped the side of the lamp.
“Genie!” He announced with a playfully exaggerated grandeur. “Show yourself!”
Bobby closed his eyes and repeatedly rubbed the lamp’s golden curve. His eyes shot back open as the lamp rumbled in his grasp. Without warning, a sparkling purple mist shot out the lamp’s spout, forming into the shape of a man. A fat one at that. He was round, sporting a soft pudgy gut. He wore flashy gaudy necklaces and yellow tinted glasses. His hairless tits jiggled and bounced, showing off his thick suckable nipples. He looked like a joke. Nothing like the stereotypical blue genie you see in the movies.
“Holy shit!” Bobby stumbled backwards, tripping over the previous tenant’s musty boxes. He fell harshly on his flat ass, peering up at the monstrous man in front of him.
“FINALLY MASTER!” The genie’s booming voice bounces around the desolate attic. “I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!”.
The genie crosses his arms and laughs.
“Mmm- m- master?” Bobby stuttered at the giant in front of him. “M- me? I’m your master?”
“That’s right, master.” The genie chippered. “I’m just an obedient genie and you are my master!”
“So…” Bobby’s eyes remained wide open, staring at the blubbering genie. “Do I have wishes or something?”
“Three to be exact! You may wish for anything. No limits.” The genie rubbed his hands together. “Make em good, Master. I’m ready for some fun!”
Bobby didn’t know what to say. How do you decide? How do you choose a wish when there are endless possibilities? A new house? A new car? A perfect girlfriend? Or why not go even bigger? Though, Bobby never saw himself as an ego maniac but he could go crazy with these wishes if he so wanted. Wish to be a king, prince or something crazy like that. He had an opportunity to bend the world over and make it worship the ground he walked on. Though, these ideas intrigued Bobby, they mostly intimidated him. But among these daunting wishes, one stood out from the rest. One which would solve all his problems and allow him to create a dream life for himself without financial worries. All he needed was money.
“Genie!” Bobby puffed out his chest triumphantly. “I wish I was extremely rich!”
The genie smiled, extended his finger and shot a purple lightening bolt into Bobby’s chest. The light absorbed him and created swirls of purple sparkles which trickled around the room. The purple light faded and Bobby relaxed his scrunched up face.
“Did it work?!” Bobby yelled in excitement, his dreams of becoming a millionaire on the brink of fruition. He pulled out his phone and checked his bank account. The screen read:
“Holy shit!” Bobby screamed. “ Like one million fucking dollars! That’s like… so totally fucking cool!”
Bobby clasped at his mouth. His voice sounded… different. It definitely didn’t sound like Bobby’s regular deep voice. The one which garnered much male approval from his coworkers and football buddies. It was now almost feminine in its inflections. His tongue now making it hard for him to pronounce his S sounds, giving him a slight lisp. He sounded really… gay.
Bobby had never thought of himself as homophobic. It was true, he had never had any gay friends, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like them. As long as they didn’t flaunt their gayness around Bobby, he wouldn’t have a problem with it. Yet, Bobby didn’t realise how homophobic he was until he was forced to speak with the most stereotypical feminine gay inflections. It was humiliating. He couldn’t help imagine what his coworkers would think. “Damn Bobby, you sound like you suck dick with that mouth!” or “You turn gay over the weekend or somethin?”. Bobby’s face turned a crimson red at the very thought of it. Bobby grew more embarrassed as he thought of Carter. Would Carter think he was gay? Make a move on him? Bobby’s imaginary scenarios just got worse and worse.
“I like TOTALLY love the new shirt Daddy bought for me!” The words slipped out of Bobby’s mouth with ease. “He always buys me the sweetest things!”
Bobby looked down in horror to see his Texas sweater, showcasing his proud state of birth, had turned into a thin see-through shirt reading:
“Like, what happened to my stupid boring sweater?! And super masculine voice?!” Bobby blurted out. “I sound like so totally gay and stupid! I totally sound like all i’m good for is sucking cock!”
Bobby, in shock, stepped backwards onto a pile of boxes, losing his footing. He fell backwards onto the hard wooden attic floor.
“That totally like hurt my fucking pussy! I wish there was a dildo that I could have fallen back onto!” Bobby’s mouth moaned despite his resistance.
This wasn’t Bobby. Bobby knew that. He wasn’t like this. He wasn’t feminine. He wasn’t gay. He had never touched a dildo in his life, let alone want one in him. He was masculine! A masculine straight man. Not some slutty feminine gay boy!
Bobby sat in disbelief on the floor, gazing up at the gaudy Genie’s grin. He was enjoying this. Seeing Bobby so humiliated. Acting so… gay. Suddenly, Bobby noticed a different sensation in his lower half. It didn’t feel like he was sitting on the harsh wooden floor anymore. The floor… it felt soft… like a cushion. It was more comfortable, for sure. The warm soft sensation of sinking into the cushion almost made Bobby forget the humiliating position he had found himself in. The cushion became softer and so very comfortable. It was like it was just forming under him, propping him off the ground. It was so soft… Bobby just wanted to let himself sink into its comfort. The cushion suddenly sent a tingling jolt of pleasure throughout his body.
“Ohhhh fuckkkk.” Bobby moaned. “My new fat fuckable ass feels like, so totally fucking comfortable…” Bobby’s heart dropped and his eyes shot open. He looked down. He wasn’t sitting on a cushion… the warm soft comfortable ‘cushion’ he was sitting on… was his inflating ass.
“What the fuck!” Bobby’s deep masculine voice had suddenly returned.
“You can’t do this to me! M- m- my ass! It’s so fucking big- UGHHH I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO FUCK ME!!!” Bobby’s body began absentmindedly rubbing its new bouncy fuckable ass on the floor, desperate for something to fill his jiggling cheeks.
“I granted your wish, Master!” The genie innocently grinned, his cock rock hard as he watched Bobby show off his altered body.
“I didn’t! I didn’t wish… FOR MY FAT FUCKABLE ASS TO BE FILLED LIKE THE GOOD SLUT I AM!” Bobby drooled in ecstasy, bouncing his fat cheeks, causing them to clap loudly for his neighbours to hear.
Bobby, still having control over his body, attempted to stand up. He grunted and let out a loud girly moan, struggling to get up. After two more tries, the altered office worker found himself back on his feet. It felt so strange. Bobby could feel his two inflated cheeks weighing him down, bouncing behind him. It was a new and unwelcome sensation for the 25-year-old.
Bobby looked down at his body, noticing more alterations. The genie’s purple magic had changed Bobby’s lean body. Now, he looked more muscular. His biceps had grown to the size of footballs. His forearms were now double the size they were before. His chest had undergone changes too. His two pectoral muscles had inflated like balloons, bouncing independently of one another. Their growth caused the the seams of his “SLUT” t-shirt to burst, letting his new heavy round pecs jiggle in front of the genie. They swayed side to side, looking more like tits than masculine pecs. They’d grown so big, they had caused his nipples to point downwards under their weight. His nipples looked thick like pegs. The genie drooled at the slut in front of him, imagining what it was like to suck his new round breasts.
Bobby’s stomach had formed a six pack, creating deep trenches in which sweat would soon gather. Bobby noticed changes in his legs too. His thighs had grown as to accommodate his large butt cheeks. His feet had grown to match the proportions of his new body too. Bursting through his size 8 socks and increasing to a size 13.
Bobby stood exposed in front of the genie. Feelings of humiliation, fear and arousal flooding his mind. Not only did he speak like some gay feminine fucktoy, but he looked like one now too. Carter was supposed to be home soon. What if he found him like this? Surely he would help, right? Right now, that seemed like Bobby’s only hope.
Bobby stood in the attic drooling, watching the Genie tug his precum soaked cock.
Bobby heard a door slam downstairs. Sounded like the front door. Could it have been Carter? It must have been, right? No one else has keys to this place. At least, Bobby didn’t think so. Though he tried, Bobby couldn’t scream for help. It would just gather in his throat, then dissipate.
Bobby heard the sound of keys downstairs. “Honey, I’m home!” A deep growling voice boomed up into the attic. Bobby furrowed his brow. It sounded like Carter, but there was something off. Carter’s voice was definitely not as deep as the man downstairs. It also lacked the gay ‘like’ and ‘totally’ fill words which Carter was so fond of filling his sentences with. Maybe he was sick? Or maybe it wasn’t even Carter at all… an intruder maybe?
“What’re you doing up in the attic?” The voice growled. “Did someone get lost?”
The intruder’s voice sent shivers down Bobby’s spine. Who the hell was that? Even though Bobby didn’t fully recognise the voice, a part of him felt safer knowing someone was here. He needed help. Even if it was from an intruder. Though, something about the man downstairs did seem off. Bobby wasn’t blind to that fact.
“Is Daddy gonna have to come up there and get ya?” The voice chuckled below. “I can’t have my husband getting lost, can I?”
Bobby clasped at his mouth, feeling a sense of danger from the man below. Though, as soon as Bobby’s hand reached his face, he noticed something strange. As his fingers ran along his lip, he felt something cold. Something metal… on his finger, it seemed. Then it hit him…
“No…” Bobby held up his hand in dread. A wedding ring. He grabbed at it. Twisted it. Yanked it. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t come off. It was like it was locked onto his finger, reminding him that he was legally bound to someone. To… a man.
Before it could get any worse, Bobby pleaded to the genie. He got on his knees and begged.
“Please! Give me my old life back! Genie! I wish- I wish… TO HAVE A SELF LUBRICATING ASSHOLE!”
Bobby’s heart dropped. The genie’s finger raised and shot its purple light into Bobby. Bobby felt hopeless. His second wish… wasted. Squandered by the dumb slut he was becoming.
“Slut! Get down here. I had a rough day at work and need to pleasure my fat cock in that breedable ass of yours!” The stranger downstairs demanded.
The man’s deep voice caused Bobby’s sensitive skin to shiver. The man sounded so dominant… so demanding. The man’s voice alone caused Bobby’s ass to start emitting a certain wetness which lubricated his hole. A type of wetness which would perfectly lubricate any dick that came near it, allowing it to slide into Bobby’s greedy tight hole.
“Down here now, boy! I’m not joking now!” Bobby’s husband shouted in a slight southern drawl. “Or am I gonna have to come up there?!”
Bobby felt an overbearing pleasure emit from his ass as soon as his husband spoke. It was overbearing, causing the straight man to cry out in overwhelming pleasure. The pleasure created pink clouds which fogged over Bobby’s mind. Thoughts of big cocks and sucking on the fat nipples of hairy chests filled his straight mind. Bobby could feel his heterosexuality slipping away. But he force himself to care. He just continued to slip away into the pink fog’s pleasure.
“I’m coming up there, boy!” The ladder shook and the sound of the man’s footsteps on each ladder rung grew louder.
As the man climbed each rung, the pleasure grew more intense, causing Bobby to moan like the pathetic slut. The pleasure just filled Bobby from head to toe, destroying his rational mind. Making his thoughts hazy and more sexual. Making him lose himself in a pink fog of dumbness.
The gravelly voiced man reached the attic. He slowly stomped his way over to Bobby, each step shaking the boxes of clutter around him. He stood right behind Bobby and growled like a primal animal.
“So that’s what you’ve been doin up here, eh?” The dominant man grumbled.
Bobby, able to pull himself away from the pleasure, turned around. The man towered over Bobby, causing him to feel insecure. Bobby’s head reached just under the man’s hairy pecs. The man looked like a monster! Or some kind of animal. An ape, to be exact. His entire body was covered with a thick coat of smelly manly body hair. His beard was thick and crawled up the man’s cheeks. He looked familiar to Bobby. He’d seen this man before. Had it been in work? No. Maybe back in college? No one looks like this in college. Then it hit him… it was… Carter.
The genie’s magic had devolved Carter into this monstrous ape-man. He looked nothing like his frilly feminine self. Instead, he looked more manly than any man Bobby had ever seen before.
Carter’s stench was invading Bobby’s nostrils, causing him to scrunch his nose.
“What’re you doing with that hand of yours, boy?”
Bobby focused his fading attention on his hand, realising it was not down by his side like he had thought. Instead, it was jammed in between his big fuckable ass cheeks. His fingers reaching deep inside his hole, jamming against his prostate.
Bobby slides his fingers out of his hole and looks at the lube tracing down his wedding ring.
“That’s nothing, trophy boy! Let me show you what real pleasure feels like!” The big man grunts and whips out his cock. He forces Bobby onto the ground and easily slides his fat 10 incher into his boy’s wet hole. The genie watched eagerly, laughing and chuckling at Bobby’s struggle.
The pleasure was unlike anything Bobby had ever felt. It was intoxicating. More pleasurable than sitting on his inflated cheeks. More pleasurable than his sensitive nipples. More pleasurable than fingering himself. No one but his husband could make him feel like this. His husband is who held the power to pleasure. His husband is who held the power to everything.
No, he wasn’t Bobby’s husband! He wasn’t earlier at least… right? Bobby was single. He was straight. He wanted a wife and kids. Bobby tried to remember but he couldn’t escape the blissful confusing pleasure caused by his husband’s cock ramming against his prostate. He felt so confused.
“SUCH A GOOD TROPHY HUSBAND!” His husband yelled. Bobby’s ass and tits bounced with each thrust. “YOU LOVE DADDY CARTER, DONT YOU?”
Bobby knew he had full control over his body, his voice, everything. Yet, the tight grip from his husband and the pleasure he felt was enough to make him question everything. Maybe he was gay? Maybe Carter was his husband? Maybe he was just a gay fuckable submissive himbo after all? Were the memories of his ordinary straight life from a dream? They had to have been. They had to have been fake. He was getting deep dicked by his husband, his wedding ring scraping along the floor. He could feel the pleasure. This was real. This was reality. Bobby was a dumb slut. What had gotten into his head? Thinking he was a successful businessman? He couldn’t even spell ‘businessman’, let alone, be one. He was only good for shaking his fat ass and taking care of his Daddy’s cock.
“SAY IT, BOY!” His husband yelled into his ear.
“I. LOVE. YOU.” Bobby yelled in between Carter’s thrusts. “DADDY MY PUSSY IS SO WET!”
“I KNOW, BOY. DADDY MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD.” Carter growled deeply. “YOU WANNA FEEL LIKE THIS FOREVER?”
“YES DADDY!” Bobby, his brain completely scrambled, moaned in ecstasy.
“SAY IT. YOU KNOW WHAT TO SAY.” His husband began fucking him harder and harder. “SAY IT FUCKTOY!”
“I WISH…” Bobby screamed as prostate got rammed harder and harder. “I WISH…”
“I WISH I WAS STUCK LIKE THIS FOREVER!” Bobby screamed causing his Daddy to grunt and shoot his thick potent load between Bobby’s jiggling fertile cheeks.
The genie chuckled in amusement watching the former roommates, now husbands, collapse upon each other’s new hyper sexualised bodies.
And so, Bobby lives as a trophy boy with his husband, Carter, in a million dollar mansion. No more thinking about work or mortgages. In fact, he couldn’t think about those things even if he wanted to. He didn’t have the mental capacity to. Now, he can only focus on looking slutty and pleasuring his husband’s fat cock.
In the end, Bobby got what he wanted. Bobby is a millionaire. Well, his husband is anyway. You see, he married into a rich family. Carter is a bit of a sugar daddy. He buys Bobby all the things he could dream of. In this last week, he bought Bobby a vibrating prostate massager, a slutty pink thong and a new pair of dick sucking lips.
As for the genie, well, he remains in the attic. Sitting in his small lamp… waiting. Waiting for another man to come along and fall victim to their own grand ambitions…
This is a bit overdue, but we hit 1000 followers (we’re actually at 1.3k right now but still)! I didn’t do anything to celebrate it last time, but this time, I wanted to do something special! So, enjoy this LONG story as a celebration! :)
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