"Oh so this is your friend? What did you say his name was?"
"Alex." Paul sighed, lowering his phone.
"Well, I can definitely see why you're attracted to him." Elliot smirked, "But hun, he's straight."
"Yeah, yeah I know." Paul replied, "But... ever since I came out, he's been incredibly supportive. Like he's still my best bro, you know?"
It had been only a few months since Paul came out. Sure, he always wrestled with his attraction for guys internally. But finding a supportive community and having a friend like Alex was what he needed to feel comfortable saying it out loud.
"So look, its a canon event that every gay is gonna wind up crushing on a straight dude." Elliot continued, "I certainly did. And probably every gay guy I know has too."
"Best to leave well enough alone." He continued, "Now c'mon, I wanted to check out that antique stand over there."
Paul nodded- he had been so caught up in thinking about Alex that he nearly forgot the whole reason he met up with Elliot that day. The street fair was a yearly tradition at their college, and while Alex wasn't interested in going, Elliot was more than happy to accompany Paul.
"Look at this!" Elliot smiled, looking over at Paul and holding up a small ancient looking lamp, "This is really cool, wouldn't match with my aesthetic though."
"Yeah, look at that." Paul took the lamp from Elliot, "I kinda like it."
"Let me get it for you. My treat!" Paul never really understood why Elliot was so nice to him, why his smile seemed wider when he was around, "Maybe help get your mind off Alex."
"Thanks man, you're the best."
Paul arrives back at his apartment, the old lamp tucked under his arm. He finds Alex lounging on the couch, watching TV.
"There you are!" Alex grins, sitting up straighter as Paul enters. "How was the fair with Elliot? Find anything interesting?"
Paul holds up the lamp with a small smile. "Actually, yeah. Elliot got this for me. It's an old antique lamp."
Alex raises an eyebrow, standing up to examine the lamp closer. "Whoa, that's pretty sweet! Looks ancient." He chuckles warmly.
As they talk, Paul's gaze lingers on Alex - the way his t-shirt stretches across broad shoulders, the kindness in his smile. Paul feels that now-familiar ache in his chest, the longing for something he knows he can't have.
Paul tries to focus on the conversation, but his thoughts keep drifting. He imagines running his fingers through Alex's messy hair, tracing the strong line of his jaw…
"I'm glad you like it," Paul says distractedly, "Elliot insisted on getting it for me."
Alex plops back onto the couch, patting the seat beside him invitingly. "Well, that was real nice of him. You two seem to be getting along great lately." There's a hint of something in Alex's tone, "And you two spend a lot of time together. Is he…"
"Yeah, Elliot's been a great friend." Paul sighs, absentmindedly fidgeting with the lamp in his hand and sitting next to Alex.
As Paul sits down next to Alex, he can smell his familiar scent - something uniquely Alex. It makes Paul's heart race. He clears his throat awkwardly.
"Anyway, um, I was just curious about this lamp. Imagine if it's actually magic or something." Paul rubs the lamp experimentally, half-jokingly wishing for a chance with Alex.
Suddenly, there's a low rumble and puff of smoke. An old, hunched figure emerges, barely visible in the dim light. The genie peers at Paul with cloudy eyes.
"Who dares disturb my retirement?" The genie croaks, voice raspy with age and disuse. "You've gotta be fucking…" He squints at the men in front of him, "State thy wish, mortal, before I return to my well-deserved retirement!" He cracks his neck, and grips his back, "Ah fuck… that lamp… my back…"
Paul gapes in shock, glancing at Alex who looks equally stunned.
Paul's heart pounds as he realizes the genie's presence could be his chance to win Alex's affections. His mouth goes dry with nerves, palms sweating as he grasps the lamp tightly.
"I wish…" Paul begins hesitantly, then steels himself, looking deep into Alex's handsome face, "…for Alex to become gay."
"Wait what?" Alex exclaims sharply, standing abruptly. His usual smile replaced by clear shock and hurt. "Paul, what the hell?! I… I have a girlfriend. I'm straight!"
The genie scrunches up his wrinkled face in confusion. "What did you say?" He scratches his gray beard. "My hearing ain't what it used to be, ya know."
"Paul, I thought we were friends. How could you even ask for something like that? Especially without my consent!" Alex continues, "I thought…"
Paul's stomach twists with guilt, seeing the pain and anger flash across Alex's face. He opens his mouth to apologize, to take it back, but no words come out. The genie continues, oblivious to the tension.
"Aight, I gotcha now. Make Alex would cum all day." The genie rubs his hands together, "I'll admit, kind of weird. But granted!"
Suddenly, Alex doubles over, letting out a strangled moan. "Aahh fuck!" He gasps, clutching his crotch. To Paul's horror, Alex's body starts shaking uncontrollably as he ejaculates repeatedly, soaking through his jeans.
"No no no, make it stop!" Alex cries out between ragged breaths and involuntary orgasms. Tears of frustration stream down his face as he collapses to his knees. "Please Paul, I can't… it won't stop!"
Paul lunges for the lamp, shouting desperately. "Genie, I change my wish! Undo that one!" But the genie just shrugs, looking unconcerned despite Alex's pained cries.
"No deal. Ya gotta make another wish first unrelated to the last. Once you do that, we can go back to undoing the previous? Understood? Get it?"
Paul bites his lip, "Fuck! Fine, okay…" He takes a deep breath, "I wish… Alex was attracted to men!" He wasn't going to make the same mistake… there was no way…
"You wish Alex was attractive to men! Got it!" The genies scratched at his ear, "And granted!"
Alex writhes on the floor, lost in a haze of unwanted pleasure. As he orgasms again and again, his muscles begin to swell and bulge, growing more defined by the second.
"Paul, please, something's happening!" Alex grits out between panting breaths, sweat pouring down his reddened face. "I… I can't stop thinking about the gym. About working out." He clutches his head, eyes wide with panic. "Everything else... I can't think about anything else… Gotta get swole... Fuck!" Tears stream down Alex's cheeks as he looks pleadingly at Paul. "This isn't me, Paul! I don't want this! You have to fix this, please!" His muscular form twitches and flexes uncontrollably as another orgasm crashes over him.
Paul paces frantically, running his hands through his hair as he watches Alex suffer. His heart races with fear and desperate regret. "Shit shit shit! Alex, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen!"
Alex cries out as his body convulses again, muscles rippling beneath his straining skin. "P-Paul, please! I can't take much more of this!" He reaches a trembling hand towards his friend, eyes shining with unshed tears and rising hysteria. "I don't recognize myself anymore! The gym, these muscles, it's all I can think about! I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind!"
"I know, I know!" Paul falls to his knees beside Alex, grasping his thickly muscled shoulders. "Just hold on, okay? We'll figure this out together!"
"Huh? What did you say?! Ya gotta speak up!"
"Stop doing this!" Paul snaps, "This isn't fair!"
Suddenly, coarse dark hairs begin sprouting rapidly across Alex's increasingly muscular body. They tickle and irritate his sensitive skin as they grow longer by the second. Even a thick, unkempt beard erupts along his jawline and upper lip.
"Aghhh, it itches so bad!" Alex wails, frantically trying to claw at the invading hairs. His arms bulk up even more with each passing moment. "Wh-what's happening to me?!" He gasps and moans loudly as yet another intense orgasm rocks through him, muscles tensing and releasing powerfully.
"Holy shit Alex, you're… " He swallows hard, trying to process the situation.
"It burns, it itches everywhere!" Alex howls, voice strained and cracking. Tears and sweat mingle on his furry, flushed face. "I can't control my body! It won't stop changing!" Another mind-blowing orgasm crashes through him and he arches his back with a guttural moan, abs clenching rock-hard. When he finally collapses back, he pants heavily, "P-Paul… I'm scared. Please, you have to find a way to reverse this! I don't want to be this."
"I'm trying Alex, I swear!" Paul clears his throat, "Genie please! Undo this?"
"Please what? Seriously, you gotta speak up!" The genie sighs, Undo? What are you saying?"
"Genie, please, I wish everything would go back to normal! Reverse all these crazy changes!" Paul pleads desperately, gripping the lamp.
The genie frowns, scratching his head. "Uh, ya wanna make this whole messed up situation the new norm? Yeah, I can dig it!" He nods sagely.
Alex's brow furrows as he struggles against the invasive changes reshaping his mind. "N-no, wait… I don't wanna be some meathead bro!" He protests weakly, voice already starting to lose its sharpness. "C'mon Paul, this ain't right, dude! Help me stay me!"
"I'm trying Alex, I swear!" Paul grips Alex's shoulders, staring intently into his glazing eyes. "Keep fighting it, okay? Don't let this happen!"
But Alex's vocabulary is shrinking by the second. "Yeah, no, I dunno 'bout that, bro." He scratches his head, looking confused. "Gym sounds rad tho! Maybe I'll go later, yeah?"
"No Alex, focus!" Paul shakes him gently. "You're slipping away!"
"Bro, what's with the intense interrogation?" Alex blinks slowly, expression dulling. "I'm just tryna chill, ya know? Nuthin' to get bent outta shape over." He shrugs his massive shoulders.
"No, listen Alex!" Paul insists, desperation coloring his voice. "You're forgetting who you are!"
Alex tilts his head, brows furrowed. "Huh? Forgettin' what?" He seems to struggle to grasp the concepts. "Naaah, you must be mistaken, my dude. I'm all about the gains and gaming now!" He flexes an arm, grinning stupidly. "Chicks dig the biceps too, y'know?"
"Alex, please, you have to snap out of this!" Paul pleads, tears forming in his eyes. "This isn't you talking! You love philosophy. You want to go to law school!"
"Philoso… fill-loss-oh…What….?" Alex repeats slowly, as if the words are foreign. Then he laughs, a crude barking sound. "Dude, who needs all that sissy stuff? Video games and protein shakes are life now!" He punches Paul's shoulder playfully, nearly knocking him over with his enhanced strength.
"Oof! Alex, stop!" Paul rubs his sore arm, feeling helpless as he watches his brilliant friend slip away. "I know you're still in there somewhere! Fight it!"
"Hey, whatchu cryin' for, bro?" Alex notices Paul's tears and looks genuinely concerned, in a simple-minded sort of way. "Real fuckin' men don't cry, brah." A smirk forms on his face, "Here, I have a good joke for ya."
"Haha, oh man, didja smell that, bro?" Alex guffaws at the sound and smell of his own fart, "I'm so gassy from all the protein powder!" He takes a big whiff of his own stinky cloud, giggling childishly. Alex flexes his bulging muscles, admiring his reflection in a nearby mirror. Thick hair sprouts across his body as he grows even more hirsute and beefed up. Another orgasm hits and he grunts, "Whooo, that's the stuff!"
Paul's stomach churns at the sight and smell. Paul's heart sinks as he watches Alex descend further into this crass, unintelligent state. The words echo in his mind - "Leave well enough alone." Maybe Elliot was right. Paul just stares in disbelief, hardly recognizing his once intelligent, sophisticated friend in this new Neanderthal-like state. Everything Alex was... everything he could be... all gone, replaced by this crude caricature.
Paul's heart races as he grasps the lamp, desperation fueling his movements. "Genie, please, I need to make one more wish! I can't let this happen to Alex!"
The genie shakes his head sadly, "Sorry kiddo, ya done spent all yer wishin' credits. No more freebies for ya!" He points a bony finger at Paul accusingly, "Shoulda thought twice 'fore messin' with forces beyond yer comprehension, eh?"
Meanwhile, Alex groans and shifts uncomfortably, his enormous cock throbbing and leaking copiously. "Ugh, fuck dude… so much spunk. It won't quit drippin'!" He glances down at his straining erection, a look of dumb confusion on his face. Alex scratches his head, looking down at his cum-soaked shorts. "Aw man, I need somethin' to soak up all this jizz, ya know?" He glances at the genie hopefully. "Oi genie dude, hook a bro up with a sick jockstrap that can handle all this baby batter!"
The genie grins toothily. "One magic cum-guzzlin' jockstrap, comin' right up!"
Before Paul can react, an invisible force yanks him towards Alex's crotch. "Wha- Hey! Stop!" Paul yelps, but it's too late. His mouth is engulfed by Alex's huge, throbbing cock as his arms wrap around Alex's muscular waist. Paul gags and sputters, eyes wide with shock.
"Mmmph! Gllkk mmm!" Paul tries to protest but can only make muffled noises around the thick shaft stretching his lips. He feels a strange tingling sensation spreading through his body as the changes begin…
Alex moans, fingers tangling in Paul's hair. "Whoa dude, your mouth feels amazeballs! Guess you're a natural cocksucker after all!" He chuckles dumbly, flexing his hips to thrust shallowly.
Paul's thoughts race in panic as he feels his body beginning to morph and reshape itself. Oh god, no no no, this can't be happening! Not like this! He tries to pull away but finds his limbs moving independently, fusing and twisting in unnatural ways.
His legs stretch and shift, sliding up along Alex's muscular thighs and taint until they merge with his hands. Paul's torso compresses and flattens, the flesh and bone condensing into a thin strip of material. His face pushes outward, features smooshing and reforming into the cup-shaped front of a jockstrap.
"MMMPPHHH!! GLLKK MMFF!" Paul's screams are garbled and muted as his vocal cords dissolve away.
Paul's mind reels in horror as he feels the last vestiges of his humanity slipping away. His consciousness narrows to a single purpose - containing and cushioning Alex's relentless erections. The jockstrap material stretches taut as it molds perfectly to Alex's package, soaking up the endless stream of pre-cum and semen.
Alex grunts and adjusts the jockstrap, fingers brushing over the flattened surface that was once Paul's face. "Damn bro, this thing is unreal! Feels like it was made just for my junk! And fuck its still dry as fuck! Thanks genie bro!"
But the genie is gone. And so is the lamp. Alex shrugs and sprawls out on the couch. He had a great day ahead of him- gym, videogames, and beer. No thoughts spent on who he was... or who his jockstrap had been either.
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