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The Lamp (3 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 23:59:33 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Fox Face.
1.
John and Fred had spent hours exploring the ancient ruin. The two young archeologists had all but given up on discovering anything of note. It would take hours to get back to ground level. They were getting ready to head back, when John paused to observe a fracture in one of the stone walls that was unlike the others. He explored it with his fingers for a while, tapping it, and outlining the fracture. Finally, he gently pressed against the top right corner of the imperfection.
The wall opened up, both John and Fred covering their faces as dust poured out. It took a while for the dust to settle, but it was well worth the wait. John shone his flashlight into the room.
In the small, empty cavern, stood a dais, upon which sat a small, insignificant-looking lamp.
“Is that what I think it is?” said Fred, as the two carefully approached it.
The two examined the lamp for a while. There were a few symbols, the most prominent one being the image of a woman. Despite the dust that caked the lamp, it still glittered in some places. John could tell that it was very old, and unlike the others that he had seen of its kind. It could be priceless.
John squinted at some text he saw on the lamp. He reached out and, carefully, very carefully, brushed it.
The lamp suddenly glowed, John quickly retracting his hand. There was a bright flash of light, and both men stumbled back.
“What was that?” said Fred, squinting around. He swung his flashlight about.
John’s eyes were also recovering. And strangely, his body was reacting somehow. Suddenly everything was tingling, his hips and his bottom most significantly. But also his scalp, his lips, his feet and his hands. In fact, the entire surface of his skin had taken on a numb sensation.
Under the light of Fred’s flashlight, John looked down at his hands, staring in shock as they slowly became bronzer, as though he’d spent years under the hot desert sun. His clothes became tighter and constricting against him, pressure surging to his butt, his pectorals, his hips, and his ass, each body part plumpening in turn with waves of heat. His hair began to fall into his eyes, until John realized that every strand was lengthening. He grunted as his clothing tightened yet more, until it could no longer contain him, and began to tear. Round breasts and a swollen bottom pushed through the openings, John panting as he continued to surge with growth. His waist narrowed, his arms and legs became smooth. Soon he was staring down at the physique of a voluptuous woman. He slowly cupped at the massive round breasts gently wobbling on his chest. They were perky, full, and golden E-cups. His hands slid down to the swollen bottom pushing out behind him. Finally, he raised his hands to his face. Soft, smooth, and hairless. He had become a woman!
Fred stared at him in equal shock. “What the hell? John!? We have to get out of here.” He looked at the lamp in horror.
“As you have wished it, then so we shall, master,” John heard himself respond in a sultry, feminine voice. Then he froze in horror. “F-Fred,” he stammered, now panicking.
Fred was gawking. “D-did you just call me master?”
“Fred, this lamp—it’s changing me.”
“We’ll figure this out, John. Let’s just get out of here. Maybe you should stay close.”
John found himself walking forward until he was as close as he could possibly be to Fred, short of touching him. John’s breast’s heaved up and down just below Fred’s chin.
Fred’s mouth was hanging open. “A-and m-maybe you should get out of those…torn clothes.”
To John’s horror, he found himself removing the remainder of his apparel, until he was standing naked before Fred. “Fred, what are you doing?” said John, his voice pained.
Fred nervously twiddled his thumbs. “I actually did need a new girlfriend,” he said. “If you’re…okay with that?”
John internally cringed as he found himself laying his hand against Fred’s chest. “Your wish…” John strained, struggled to fight it. “…is my command.”
2.
Successful archeologist turned…housewife. It was a difficult transition for John. No one else seemed to know the truth except Fred. Everyone treated him as though he’d always been a woman.
“I had no idea you two were even together,” Dr. Miller chortled. He was Fred and John’s boss. Well…John’s former boss.
Silently fuming, John lowered the tray of tea and biscuits to the coffee table as the men continued to converse.
“We tried to keep it quiet. Jana wanted us to be professional,” said Fred. “She can be so cute.”
Jana… John mused. That was the new name that everyone called him.
“It was really unexpected,” Miller continued. “And for Jana to retire so abruptly—”
John clenched his fists. “I didn’t want to—“
“Jana,” Fred cut John off. “I wish you wouldn’t get so worked up.”
John’s mouth automatically snapped shut. He tried to retort, but his lips seemed glued together.
“Jana always wanted to be a housewife. She was just embarrassed about it.”
Miller nodded, seeming to hold onto every one of Fred’s words. He turned to John. “I never would have guessed.”
Giving up, John walked off to the kitchen, absently putting his hand on his rounded belly as he did. Feeling peckish, he opened a cupboard, but then he felt someone come up behind him. John tensed as Fred kissed his neck while wrapping his arms around his bloated waist.
“You drive me crazy,” Fred murmured as he turned John around. John glared and Fred grinned at the Arabian beauty before him.
“Bastard…” John fumed as Fred kissed him on the lips this time.
“You’re being cranky,” said Fred. “I wish you’d eat more.”
John reddened as he felt a powerful surge of hunger. Every time Fred said that, John found himself increasing his calorie intake. He was already up to five meals a day and didn’t know if he could handle much more. At three months pregnant, he already looked six. His breasts were round and plump, his ass bloating up as his weight continued to surge. John glared at Fred. The man seemed to frame everything he said around “I wish” nowadays.
“Don’t you have a meeting to get back to?” John growled, but he continued to be ignored.
“God you’re sexy when you’re knocked up. I always wanted a big family. I kinda wish I could keep impregnating you every time we…”
John’s eyes widened and his insides twisted. Something was happening. “F-Fred…” he stammered pleadingly.
But Fred put his finger to John’s lips and gently shushed him. Instead, he hiked up the skirt of John’s sundress, and John couldn’t fight him. It had been a condition of one of Fred’s earlier wishes.
John gasped as Fred entered him. He gripped Fred’s shirt as he was pushed harder into the counter.
“You know…” Fred grunted out, his lips against John’s soft bronzed shoulder. “This is…a dream come true. I always wanted a wife…a family. I couldn’t…thank you…enough…John...ahhh...”
There it was. John’s real name. Validation that he wasn’t a busty housewife that was horrifyingly obedient.
Fred continued to pump in and out, John’s face flushed and eyes squeezed shut. Finally, Fred gave a powerful thrust, and released.
John gripped onto Fred harder as he did his best to muffle his grunts in Fred’s shirt. “Mmmm…mmfffff…ohhhhhhh…F-Fred…” Afterall, Miller was right in the next room.
But it didn’t seem to stop. In fact, even after it ceased, John continued to be filled, though with a different sensation than before. His eyes rolled upwards as a throbbing heat bloomed within him, causing his face to redden and his breasts to swell and bulge against his low neckline. His belly tightened and pushed forward before their eyes.
John’s body poured sweat as his belly pressed harder into Fred, who in turn, simply marveled at the growing mound. Fred held it and allowed it to swell in his hands.
“Nrrgghh…” John yelped as his belly button popped out.
When it was over, John looked eight months pregnant. He gasped for breath, his moistened hair hanging in his face. He feebly cupped at his belly, gripped at the stretching fabric of the sundress that had ridden up a good deal. John could barely stay upright, and was leaning heavily back on the counter. His cleavage was bulging, breasts nearly popping free of his clothes.
“Wow,” breathed Fred.
“Fuck,” was all John could manage.
3.
“Justin, stop hitting your sister!” Jana separated the two toddlers with difficulty. She grunted as her back throbbed.
Watching the children wasn’t easy when Jana was eight months pregnant with quads, her massive belly stretching out her dress.
Sometimes Jana thought about the time when she had been John. But after three years, it was usually easier to not think about it. She proceeded with her new life as compliantly as he could, because fighting it hurt. Jana was tired of fighting.
Breathing thinly, she gazed around the chaotic living room. After three heavy pregnancies, she was surrounded by children ranging from two and a half years to eight months old. She was on her fourth pregnancy, and her OBGYN believed they were quads. God, she hoped they were quads. After her last birth yielded two more children than had been anticipated, Jana didn’t want any more surprise-babies. She rubbed her hands up and down her incredibly swollen belly, her plump breasts bulging against the very-low neckline of her sundress. “Mommy’s just going into the bathroom for a second,” she breathlessly forced out.
The children left Jana mostly ignored as they continued to crawl or stumble around with their toys. Jana waddled her way towards the bathroom, careful to avoid babies, as ungainly as she had become. All she needed was a minute. She closed the door. Jana made her way to the sink, absently smoothing her tight dress against her. It wrapped firmly against her swollen girl, and was very short, leaving most of her bronze legs exposed. Jana lifted her face back up to the mirror, idly examining her sun-kissed features.
She had even gotten use to her female, Arabian appearance, small beads of sweat now permanently littering her features. Her dark hair was long, and hung in her face unless she pulled it back. Jana’s eyes trailed down to the round, engorged E-cups on her chest. Beneath them, her beachball-sized belly gently heaved up and down with her heavy breathing. Another month, Jana thought to herself, feeling miserable, but resigned, as well. Another month, then they could start work on the next batch. Which begged the question…when would this end?
There was a knock on the door. Jana looked up to watch it open behind her through the mirror. Fred stepped in, a content smile in place.
“You’re home early,” Jana breathed, her voice always naturally sensual regardless of what she said.
Fred nodded, and approached her, pressing himself behind her to idly wrapping his arms about her waist. His hands weren’t even close to meeting so he absently rubbed her mound. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said wistfully. “I wish you could stay this way forever.”
Jana’s skin tingled in a familiar sensation, despite that Fred’s wish had been redundant. He had made it several times before. In fact, she had nonchalantly wished the two of them into a state of immortality. Neither had aged a day in the past three years.
“Mmmm…” was Jana’s only response, her eyes flitting down as Fred started to kiss her neck. She wondered if this relationship would go on infinitely, much like their lives would. She knew there was no chance of Fred ever letting her go. Would she just keep popping out baby after baby until Fred wished them a bigger house?
“I wish…I wish…”
She placed her hands atop Fred’s. “I know.”
