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Unfortunate Wishers: The Box
🕑 Added 2022-07-01 23:20:48 +0000 UTC"Dude, check out what I snagged from the prop department!" Jeremy said as he lugged the heavy cardboard box into the apartment he shared with Brian, his roommate and best friend.
"Ugh, you're not getting us in trouble again, are you?" Brian grumbled from the couch, barely looking up from his video game.
"What? No! Dude they were GIVING this stuff away! Something about downsizing since no one is enrolling in drama classes or something. But dude, look!" Jeremy slammed the box down on the coffee table in front of Brian, who rolled his eyes and paused his game with a dramatic sigh. Jeremy was always doing stuff like this, the last time he'd swiped stuff from the student center and almost got both of them kicked out of college! But as soon as Brian saw the 'Free Stuff: Take what you want' on the side of the box he let out a more serious sigh of relief. He leaned in with renewed interest as Jeremy began pulling stuff out of the box.
"Woah, and the drama people let all this stuff go?" Brian asked as the two boys rummaged through the various masks, set decoration, and various costumes that ranged from student-made to things that were clearly from the party store in the mall.
"Yeah! And dude, look! This is what caught my eye in the first place!" Jeremy beamed as he fished past a exceedingly real looking face mask and pulled out a almost stereotypical looking bronze lamp that looked straight out of the live action version of Aladdin.
"Oh cool! Dude, wouldn't it be awesome if magic was real? Man, we could get ALL the babes!" Brian said as he peered at what he thought was just a startingly realistic stage prop; "Oh, and we could be rich! Use two wishes, pass it to me, I make two wishes, then we each get one last wish before the Genie could leave!"
"Wow, you're SUCH a nerd! And I thought I was the weird one! Dude, genies arn't real, they-" Jeremy scoffed, rubbing the lamp in a mocking fashion before his words trailed off into nothing as pruple smoke before spewing into the apartment!
"Dude it's a pyrotechnic! Get it out of he-" Brian screamed, though he was cut off as the smoke coalesced into the form of a massive, purple man!
"I AM ADIZ, DJINN OF THE LAMP OF WISHES!" The purple man boomed, shaking the walls of the apartment, “MORTAL, FOR RELEASING ME I SHALL GRANT YOU THREE WISHES, NO MORE, NO LESS! YOUR WILDEST, MOST PASSIONATE DREAMS COME TRUE! BUT SPEAK QUICKLY FOR MY TIME IN YOUR REALM IS SHORT!”
“Holy shit, dude inside voice! You’re gonna get the Super down on us!” Brian hissed, cupping his ear and pressing his slightly above average bulky body against the couch in an attempt to get away from the thunderstorm of a voice. Jeremy cupped his ears as well, letting the lamp tumble to the floor as he backed against the wall of the apartment, eyes wide with fear. The Djinn looked down at the fallen lamp, over to Brian, and then snorted.
“Only the Master of the Lamp may command this Djinn, fat one! But I suppose for such an enclosed space, a quieter tone is needed!” Adiz said, his voice a much lower rumble that, while far more palatable o the ears, still made the items on the coffee table shake. “But speak quickly, my liberator, for I must return to the lamp soon!”
“Wait, you said you’re a Djinn, right? Not a Genie?” Brian’s eyes went wider than he thought possible as his mind spun, finally putting his Liberal Arts course to work, “Hey Jeremy, wait we shouldn’t trus-“ Was all he managed to get out, his warning about the untrustworthy nature of classical Djinn falling on deaf ears.
“Oh! Um, OKAY! I WISH I HAD A SUPER HOT BUT KINDA DUMB GIRLFRIEND! AND THAT SHE WAS REALLY RICH!” Jeremy blurted out the first things that came to his mind. They weren’t actually what he’d truly wanted (which was immortality and being able to fly like Superman) but the college student panicked at the time limit and instead blurted out the wish suggestions that Brian had been talking about just moments earlier.
“DONE!” Was all Adiz said, his voice thundering once more. With a snap of his fingers and a strange look at Brian, the changes began, and all Brian could do was let out a shrill, and very girlish squeak of pure terror as his Adam’s Apple suddenly vanished within a neck that was quickly turning much more slender.
His stomach gurgled, the love handles rippling, sending waves through his body before they began to shrink, along with the bulge of his abdomen, and his arms seemed immediately slimmer. But the weight did not simply disappear, it instead rippled and coursed across his rapidly shrinking body, pooling in increasingly enlarging breasts, but most swam down to increase the mass and width of his hips and thighs. His round face took on a more angular shape as the bones within shifted and cracked (mostly) painlessly as it reconfigured into a much more feminine looking aesthetic. Brian’s previously chapped lips were now full, and a invisible hand quickly painted them with a deep, cool red as he tasted the waxy lipstick now on them. His scalp and neck tickled as long dirty-blonde hair grew like vines before falling down to his slimmer, round shoulders like a waterfall. His arms were now thin, a far cry from the slightly flabby tubes brought on by junkfood and video games, ending in tiny, feminine hands topped with off-pink paint. The Djinn’s victim felt a pinch between his legs that turned into a warm, hollow feeling, and Brian barely had time to let out another squeak of terror before his blue green eyes turned brown and dull. The final change was Brian’s clothes, shifting from the geeky ensemble of a Star Trek shirt and sweat pants to a pink tank-top and jean shorts, completed by pink slippers that hung off her tiny feet.
Brianna blinked, like, what was she doing here!? She was supposed to, like, totally be at the mall with her girlfriends! And who was this weird purple guy standing next to her boyfriend Jeremy? Buff or not all that smoke would, like, ruin the carpet! She was totes not paying for that!
“Um, JJ, could you, like, tell your buddy to turn off his smoke machine? This isn’t, like, the drama club!” She said, her voice high and sign-songy, a clear difference from Brian’s slightly nasally and reedy voice. She blinked dumbly once more before taking a deep and chesty breath, and letting out a cute little cough as her face scrunched into a annoyed pout. “Like, seriously, this is MY apartment and if you guys, like, wreck it, my daddy is gonna be, like, so totally pissed!”
“HOLY SHIT!” Jeremy whooped, and without giving it another thought, quickly plopped down on the couch next to the strange new, but very sexy blonde that had taken Brian’s place. God, she was incredible! The tits could have been bigger but even sitting down Jeremy could tell that her ass was amazing, and just look at those knock out legs! “Dude, are those real?” He whispered with a slight giggle, reaching out to cup one of the impressive breasts in his hand, giving it a squeeze and shuddering at the soft feel of it…Only to have his hand painfully knocked away, followed by a less than pleasant slap to his cheek.
“Umm, woah there buster! I, like, totally didn’t give you permission to, like, do that! Um, boundaries and stuff, y’know!? I know we fuck around a lot but, like, I’m not some nimpo…Nicebo…like, some bimbo slutty slut! Ugh!” Brianna hissed with disgust. She HATED when JJ got all…grabby like a teenager. In fact, she really couldn’t think of why a model like her was even dating some college nerd!
“Hey! Ugh, what’s the point of having some dumb trophy girl if she’s gonna act like a feminist! Man, I wish you’d just let me touch you all the time!” Jeremy grunted back, forgetting the Djinn floating in the air behind him.
“DONE! Thank you, oh wise and thoughtful scholar of the Lamp! Enjoy!” Adiz chuckled before snapping his fingers once more. His chuckle turning into a booming laugh as he retreated back into his lamp, not caring to watch the fate of his newest victim.
“Wait, what? Wait, no that wasn’t what I-“ Was all Jeremy could say before all the air suddenly left his body. He rapidly began to deflate, his body getting more and more flat as he shrank. He tried to move his arms and his legs, to run for help, but he couldn’t move! All he could do was lay there was the world got larger and larger, and his body got smaller and lighter with each passing second. And then suddenly he was lifted up by in the air! He managed to catch his reflection in the bathroom mirror and shrieked in silence; he’d become a frilly, pink little see-through night gown! This couldn’t be happening! But try as he might, Jeremy was powerless as Brianna got up, her eyes even more glazed than normal as she stripped out of her clothes and slide Jeremy on. He moaned in pleasure at the feeling of her body in him, cupping her breasts with what passed for his new face, and his legs stretched taught over the wide hips he’d wanted to caress, the ass he had wanted to squeeze. He quickly succumbed to the feeling of being nothing more than fabric stretched over the body of an attractive young woman, oblivious to the fact that the apartment itself was changing to look as though Jeremy had never been there at all, as if it had always been owned by a woman.
"N-no..I d-didn't want...this..." Were the last words Jeremy's mind was able to form before it fell into a silky stupor. What was he upset about again? Wasn't he not supposed to be like this? Something about a box and...It didn't matter to him anymore. He just wanted to hug the warm and wonderful body he now hung on. That was all clothing was for, right? To be worn by it's owner until finally giving out. The pink night dress gave a silent sigh as the last of it's human thoughts faded away into a pink mist, all that was left was just the primal pleasure of being worn.
Brianna blinked again, coming out of, like, a daze or, like something. She looked around at her empty apartment, to the pile of her clothes on the floor and the mess from the half-empty box of props that she’d taken from the drama club earlier. She had, like, thought about using some of the stuff for a sexy OnlyFans cosplay but it was all junk and grody and stuff. She hummed a tune to herself as she packed up the stuff, including the tacky lamp, and dumped it outside her apartment door.
“Someone out there will, like, totes take it” She said to no one in particular as she adjusted her lingerie before sitting back down on her couch and began flipping through channels for a good reality show to watch, “I hope they, like, have better luck than I did!"
