It wasn’t long before Jack found another bone to pick with Ken. The dude was a little anal retentive, but I didn’t mind as long as he kept the wishes flowing. He was pouring himself a glass of water at the dorm’s absurdly tiny kitchenette when he noticed some scraggly hairs caught in the drain. Evidently, Ken chose to shave in the dorm sink instead of the bathroom, which really frustrated Jack. He popped off a wish so fast, I almost didn’t have time to rearrange it.
“I wish Ken wouldn’t leave hairs in the drain.”
I was caught off guard, but I’m good at thinking on my feet.
“I wish Ken DIDN’T SHAVE, WHICH wouldn’t leave hairs in the drain.
I snapped my fingers. His wish is my command after all. Mostly.
The hairs in the drain vanished. Satisfied, Jack returned to studying at his desk, but I kept my eye on Ken. This one was going to be a little bit of a slow burn. As the newly muscular man twiddled the buttons on his game while doing calf raises by his bed, he reached up to scratch his jaw. His once patchy stubble started to expand, growing fuller as bristly whiskers emerged around his mouth, neck, and cheeks. He now had dark, full stubble peppering his face, which slowly began to sprout a full beard.
Dark black hairs curled out from under his nose, forming a moustache that wiggled as his mouth twitched in concentration. The hand that was scratching his face began combing its fingers through his beard, almost seeming to pull the hairs further as they grew several inches in length.
Apparently his face wasn’t the only thing he needed to shave, because a light dusting of dark hair sprouted in the valley between his pecs, visible when he scratched inside his collar, leaning back on the couch to answer a text. Coarse black hair also sprouted on his toes as they flexed.
Jack turned around to grab another textbook and caught a glimpse of Ken’s newly bearded form. A look of shock came over his face. Shit. I changed too much too fast. I had to be more careful next time.
Luckily, my magic kicked in and Jack just shrugged. But he still seemed to have a bit of a bee in his bonnet about the whole thing, because he said:
“I wish Ken wasn’t as hairy.”
I had to think carefully about this. I didn’t want to alert Jack to the fact that I was altering his wishes, but there was no way I was gonna change Ken back now that I was on a roll. I decided that, to make things seem less weird, I had to change Jack’s benchmark on hairiness.
“I wish Ken wasn’t as hairy AS I AM.”
Instantly, Jack relaxed. Ken’s appearance didn’t seem weird to him anymore, though that’s only because he now wasn’t the hairiest person in the room.
Jack squirmed in his seat and tugged at his collar as itching erupted all over his body. Silently, I willed him to remove his shirt so I could watch the changes progress. A faint coating of stubble dotted his lip, spreading around his mouth in a goatee fashion, then moving up his cheeks and into his sideburns. Luminous blonde hairs sprouted from each follicle, blossoming into a full, luscious beard.
As he scratched his cheeks, blonde hairs began to bristle out from under his arms, creating massive tufts of tangled, coarse hair. Flecks of gold erupted from his chest, curling to form a pelt that stretched from nipple to nipple, up to the base of his neck, and down across his cobblestone abs, tapering into a thick treasure trail leading down to a thatch of pubic hair that poked up from the waistband of his jeans.
He scratched his legs as hair spread down his thighs and taut calves, concluding with a dusting of hairs across the tops of his feet. His itching subsided and he returned to his studying.
I clapped my hands giddily. This was getting interesting!
The afternoon passed uneventfully, except for the occasional scratching of Jack’s newly anointed beard, but the next wish came soon enough. Jack’s stomach rumbled, and as he headed to the microwave with his packaged dinner, he tripped over a pile of junk spilling form Ken’s open closet door. Not that it had any other option. There was such a heap of dirty clothes and forgotten textbooks that it wasn’t possible to close the door anyway.
With a sigh, Jack muttered:
“I wish Ken would clean out the closet.”
This one was a cinch. After resetting the bar of normalcy, the time was ripe for my second major change.
“I wish Ken would clean AND COME out OF the closet.”
I snapped my fingers and Ken sprang to his feet. “I’m so sorry, Jack. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let me take care of that right away.” As Ken started to clear away the pile of rubbish, Jack nodded approvingly and grabbed his dinner from the microwave.
Ken cleaned up the closet in record time while Jack ate, compulsively moving on to dusting the shelves, wiping down the mini-fridge, and even (finally) making his bed. When his side of the room was spotless, he turned to Jack and cleared his throat.
“Jack? I have something I need to tell you.”
Jack turned around, clearly surprised that this roommate was actually talking to him. “Yeah, what is it?” Ken twiddled at his beard nervously.
“I… I’m gay. I have been for my whole life, and I just thought you should know.”
Jack’s eyes almost bulged out of his head. “O… K… Well, this is definitely surprising. I was under the impression hat you were a real pussy hound once you… started working out. Um… Just as long as you keep your hands and eyes off me, we’re good.”
Jack nervously pulled his shirt back on, side-eyeing his roommate. He clearly wasn’t comfortable having a gay man in his bedroom. Little did he know, that was about to change.
Night started to fall, and I knew that I had to heat things up quick before my 24-hour time limit was up. I looked around for faults I could point out, noticing an uncleaned cereal bowl in the sink. I opened my mouth to speak and... realized Jack had already fallen asleep.
Uh oh… If he slept through the entire night, I wouldn’t get to have my fun! What was I going to do?
Just as I was about to give up, Ken fell asleep too, the fluffy hairs of his mustache blowing up with each breath. He started snoring so loud I thought I’d heard a chainsaw starting.
Jack clearly heard it too, because his eyes popped open and he glared furiously at Ken’s slumbering bearish form. He opened his mouth. It was time to seize my last opportunity!
“I wish Ken wouldn’t snore when he sleeps.”
Time to pull out the big guns. I’d have to make this change gradual enough that Jack would reject it, but not so slow that I’d run out of time. I knew just the thing.
“I wish Ken wouldn’t snore when he sleeps IN MY BED.”
Ken’s rumbling snore stopped instantaneously as he rose, crossed the room, and climbed into bed with Jack. He drifted back to sleep, his snoring immediately quieted. He spooned Jack, his arm draped over his fuzzy torso, his beard nuzzling the nape of his neck.
I watched Jack like a hawk. The change was subtle enough the he felt it was normal for his roommate to cuddle with him to stop the snoring, but that didn’t change how uncomfortable he was being in bed with another guy. Geez, this dude was a real homophobe. But I could crack him.
Ken gave me another shot almost immediately, as drool pooled in his open mouth and trickled down Jack’s back. Repulsed, Jack pulled away and whispered.
“I wish Ken would stop drooling”
And there was my opening!
“I wish Ken would NOT stop drooling OVER ME.”
Ken’s eyes snapped open. Being in bed with this bearded hunk was just too much for him to handle. He hugged Jack tighter, smelling his neck and growling with lust. He began to kiss Jack’s back with slow, tender pecks. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled.
The next wish came even faster.
“I wish Ken would get off me!”
Well, that was easy.
“I wish Ken would get off WHEN HE TOUCHES me!”
Ken shuddered, flicking at his nipple playfully through his tight shirt. His lustful moaning intensified and he began to rub his crotch. A spot of precum darkened the front of his already tented boxers.
At this point, Jack’s face was red as a tomato. Angrily, he shouted at Ken.
“I wish I wasn’t in this bed with you!’
I winked and snapped my fingers.
“I wish I wasn’t WEARING CLOTHES WHILE in this bed with you!’
Instantly, Jack’s gym shorts vanished into thin air. His rock hard hairy, torso was already exposed, but joining them was his pert butt and soft member, which was still quite large while flaccid, I noticed. That explains why he never made a wish about that particular region.
Eagerly, Ken reached down to grab Jack’s dick, stroking it while he ran his fingers across his lush chest pelt. I could just feel it now! The trap was snapping shut. With his final wish of the night, Jack screamed:
“I wish Ken wasn’t bothering me like this!”
Too easy.
“I wish Ken wasn’t bothering me, BECAUSE I REALLY like this!”
Without a pause, Jack relaxed, enjoying the feeling of Ken’s furry body rubbing against his. He wasn’t being bothered anymore, that’s for sure. He started breathing faster, his dick jutting out under Ken’s attentions. He flipped over, pressing his lips against Ken’s, their voluminous beards rubbing together as he tentatively slid his hand down to wrap around his roommate’s engorged dick.
Hungrily, they pressed against each other and… did what comes natural. I just leaned back, relaxed, and basked in the glow of another job well done.
[An update of a story originally posted on CYOC, on a thread inspired by the story “Plus Three” by Derek Williams, about a genie who can add three words to any wish made by his master.]
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
I sighed with relief as I unfurled myself from the lamp, eager for the smoke to clear so I could see who had released me – and who would soon become my unwitting victim.
“I am the Genie of the Lamp!” I boomed, as a trembling young man cowered before me. He looked to be about college age, and in fact the smoke dissipated to reveal we were in a tiny dorm room with two twin beds crammed on opposite sides. The side this kid was on seemed neat enough, but the opposite side was looked like a bomb exploded. An empty pizza box sat in a grease stain on an unkempt bedspread, and pencils, dirty clothes, and old video game cartridges were piled everywhere like landfills. I returned my attention to the boy. “What is your name, master?”
“J-Jack,” the boy stammered. I gave him a once-over. He wasn’t much to look at. Yet. Skinny and pale, he obviously didn’t get outside much. He was wearing an oversized sweater and jeans, and though he had an unkempt flop of brown hair on his head, by the look of it, it was the only hair on his body. He didn’t even look like he needed to shave!
“Well, Jack. You know the drill. I’m a genie and all that.”
“So I get three wishes?” Jack babbled.
I chuckled heartily. “Oh no, dear boy. The three wish contract is for amateurs! I can grant as many wishes as your heart desires, but only for the next 24 hours.”
Jack just starred at me incredulously. I nudged him. “Go on, make a wish. We can start with something small.”
Jack looked own sheepishly. “Ummm… I mean, if you ARE real… I guess it couldn’t hurt to try to look better? The girls at this school never even give a runty guy like me the time of day.”
“Go on…” I bit my lip with anticipation.
“Well, I wish… I wish I was muscular, with blonde hair.”
Aha! We’re starting with an easy one. I didn’t want to start making major overhauls too soon, so I just gave his wish a tiny nudge, picking my three extra words very carefully.”
“I wish I was muscular, with blonde hair AND PIERCED EARS.”
I snapped my fingers and Jack began to sweat. His baggy shirt suddenly seemed to shrink, clinging to his form as it expanded. His brown hair rippled with color as it faded to blonde. He swept it across his forehead unconsciously, smiling like a loon.
He turned to look at the full-length mirror on the back of the door and lifted up his shirt, revealing cobblestone abs leading up to shelflike pecs boasting pert, pointed nipples. He flexed a bicep the size of a baseball.
“This is incredible!” He made his pecs dance in the mirror, not noticing the two diamond studs glinting in his ears as he moved. He was combing his fingers through his golden locks when the doorknob started to rattle. His face fell instantly.
“Shit, it’s my terrible roommate Ken! Genie, you have to hide!” Jack started to shoo me away.
“Don’t fear, Master! Only you can see or hear me. And whenever you make a wish, reality will change so fast that he won’t even remember you making it.”
“Uh… OK. I hope you’re right.” Jack pulled his shirt down right as the door opened. In walked a grumpy looking student with greasy black hair, a pimple-encrusted face, and a foul look. His stomach bulged over his cargo shorts and a faint trail of B.O. wafted behind him. He belched and scratched his ass before leaping onto his unkempt bed and turning on a video game, without saying even one word to Jack.
The formerly skinny boy was clearly seething with rage at Ken’s intrusion, but I was exuberant. More raw material to play with! If I could tap into Jack’s animosity, I could really have a lot of fun with these two… but first, about that smell…
I cozied up to Jack. “See? The boy looked right through me. You have nothing to worry about. Except, you know, his general unpleasantness. But we can do something about that…”
Jack furrowed his brow, but a light bulb soon lit up over his head. “I wish…”
Ken grunted from his messy bed, half-listening. “What?”
I motioned at Jack to hurry up.
“I wish Ken showered more!”
Ooh, a lot of potential with that one, but it’s too early. I didn’t wait half a century to be released and blow my wad this soon. A minor change, then.
“I wish Ken showered more AND ATE BETTER.”
The change was immediate. Although Ken’s side of the room was still a pigsty, the empty pizza box was now a brown banana peel, and his shelf was haphazardly stocked with fruit leather and granola bars instead of Pop Tarts and sugary cereal. His face even looked less greasy, his acne having cleared up tremendously. He set down his game.
“I should probably hit the showers. See ya!” He grabbed a towel and walked down the hall to the communal bathroom.
As the door shut, I winked at Jack. “See? Better already.”
Jack sighed. “I don’t know. Everything about him is so terrible, I’m pretty sure no wish can fix it.”
“Maybe not, but a million wishes can. Just make a wish anytime he does something to annoy you and I can fix it in an instant.”
Jack’s eyes lit up, and he grinned devilishly. So did I. This was going to be fun…
Twenty minutes later, Ken sauntered in, wearing a towel. Clear skin or not, he was not a pretty picture. His moobs jiggled out over his prodigious belly and his stubble, though thankfully clean and crumb-free, was patchy and unkempt.
He grabbed a pair of boxers and changed into a clean pair of cargo shorts and an anime T-shirt, dropping his wet towel on the floor.
Jack’s eyes narrowed and I felt my stomach soar. Another wish? Already? He thought for a second, then opened his mouth.
“I wish Ken would hang up his dirty towels.”
I couldn’t help myself from pushing along the process just a LITTLE further. Hey, let me indulge myself. I’ve been cooped up since Lyndon Johnson was in office.
“I wish Ken would hang up his dirty towels AFTER WORKING OUT.”
I snapped my fingers.
Ken looked down at the towel sheepishly. “Oops, sorry.” He reached down to grab it, but the hand that reached for it did not belong to the Ken we knew and loved. My eyes tracked up a muscular arm with bulging veins to a pair of strong shoulders, no longer encumbered by a shirt of any kind. Ken’s newfound pecs strained against the air, and you could count his six-pack from fifty paces.
His thighs were now as thick as Christmas hams, and when he turned around to put the towel on its hook, the two perfect globes of his ass pushed against the tiny mesh gym shorts he now wore.
Jack smirked triumphantly, not noticing that his wish wasn’t performed exactly to order. That’s what I loved about this gig. The residual magic from the wish makes the transition ever so smooth. My victims hardly notice, unless it’s a truly major change.
“How was the gym, Ken?”
Ken grunted. “Y’know. The usual. Chicks always on my dick about training them, but who would want to waste all that time that we could use for screwing?”
Jack scowled. Ken might look different, but he was still a pig. For now.
