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So much food to eat and culture to take in. When he runs into a shady salesman who sells him a decorative lamp for dirt cheap, how could he not take him up on his offer? There might be a genie in there!\nBut when there is a genie in the lamp, he gets more than he bargained for. What will come of him and this mischievous genie?\n\n\nThis is the first story I wrote with a friend of mine to highlight their sona. False is a unique sona and it was very hard to describe. Imagine her as best you can, I've never seen one like her. We went through a few revisions to get it just right for her too. This one even had a sex scene added to it. Holy cow, it was fun writing this one.\n\nAs always, share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55179950/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Mickey, a Red Mural Cattledog, wanted to enjoy his time at the Bazaar. So much food to eat and culture to take in. When he runs into a shady salesman who sells him a decorative lamp for dirt cheap, how could he not take him up on his offer? There might be a genie in there!
But when there is a genie in the lamp, he gets more than he bargained for. What will come of him and this mischievous genie?


This is the first story I wrote with a friend of mine to highlight their sona. False is a unique sona and it was very hard to describe. Imagine her as best you can, I've never seen one like her. We went through a few revisions to get it just right for her too. This one even had a sex scene added to it. Holy cow, it was fun writing this one.

As always, share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55179950/", "writing": "To Free A Genie\n“Come, come! Browse my wares!”\n\n“Prized jewels and jewelry. You won’t find these cheaper anywhere else!”\n\n“Vegetables! Peppers! Onions! Exotic fruits!”\n\n“Mantu here!”\n\nThe hustle and bustle of the exotic bazaar was too much for Mickey. He had heard from his friend that the SkolHert Corporation was hosting a traveling foreign goods expo in the community building to share the culture and positive traits of the Snaudy Arabian Peninsula. The Skolhert Corporation holds the Bazaar every year; this year, it was held in Mickey’s hometown. He never had the time to visit when it was held in other states.\n\nThis was beyond what he had ever expected. It was like walking into a real bazaar in the sands of Arabia, minus the sand. He hated sand. It was coarse, rough, irritating, and got everywhere. Though, who wants sand in their fur? No one! The walls had pictures of the wildlife, scenes from the cities, both modernized and not, and mouthwatering photos of the local food.\n\nColorful tents covered displays of various goods: jewelry, fruits and vegetables, mouthwatering meats cooked in a tandoor oven, and much more. Mickey could smell the food. He looked at the brochure handed to him as he walked in. “Witness a live bazaar (minus the sand) and shop for products made by the locals of Snaudy Arabia. Experience the life-changing street food. Learn more about the culture at our various info booths,” Mickey read aloud to himself. “Yeah, gonna give those info booths a pass.”\n\nMickey looked into his wallet. Could he spend under $100? He could walk out of here without breaking the bank if he limited his street food purchases to one serving of everything he wanted and maybe three souvenirs tops. He shoved the brochure in the back pocket of his jeans and walked out of the entryway. With his hands in his hoodie, he stepped inside. The smells of the street food were more torturous inside than it was outside. His canine nose could smell the chicken on the grill, covered in an unknown mix of spices, the tandoor oven cooking fresh leavened bread, and many other smells that were wafting around his nose, drawing him in like the smell from a pie in an old cartoon, picking him up off the ground.\n\n“Under $100.” He said with a deep sigh as he followed his nose to his first stop. He almost shut his eyes and let his nose navigate. It's a good thing he didn’t, though. The place was packed with locals from the town. He didn’t recognize any of them, though; he was inside most of the time working from home as tech support for Mapple. He was bumping into so many people without even trying. Talk about a genuine experience.\n\nHis first stop was at a stand with a large grill. “Hello!” A large brown bear was behind the grill, towering over everyone. His head nearly hit the top of the canopy above the grill. “Shawarma. Lamb or Chicken.” Mickey looked down at the grill. A stack of pita bread on the grill's right was stacked nearly as high as the salesman. Onions and peppers were on the right side of the grill, letting off wonderfully aromatic smells, while the left had more vegetables, presumably already cooked and staying warm. The most enormous hunk of meat Mickey had ever seen was rotating in a vertical roaster behind him. It must have been as big as he wasn’t small. A metal warmer sat on the cooler side with a yellow sauce that just reeked of garlic. Mickey LOVED garlic. “Offer a sample friend?” The bear bent over to look at Mickey, still towering over him. His white ruffled shirt was stained near the bottom where the grill sat. \n\nMickey looked at the bear. He took a deep, intentional smell of all the food before him. His maw watered. “Of course.” He did some research ahead of time and read that it was rude to turn down any samples or other hospitality from vendors. He thought it would just be a bunch of underpaid employees from SkolHert making subpar food, but he was pleasantly surprised. \n\nThe bear was fast as lightning. He tossed one of the pitas from the towering stack onto the hot side of the grill. Ladling some garlic-smelling sauce onto the older veggies, he moved them over to the hot side to freshen them up. Turning around, he grabbed a large knife, probably as long as Mickey’s arm, and shaved thin pieces of meat from the gigantic piece of meat. He slapped them onto the grill to cook through. Such a generous amount! He set one strip aside to cook on its own while flipping the pita over to cook the other side.\n\nHe handed the single strip he set aside into a small plastic cup and gave it to Mickey. “Here, try.” He took it and eagerly shoved it into his mouth. He hadn’t eaten since dinner last night. Even then, ramen isn’t enough to fill you. The bear got back to work.\n\nThe flavors were unreal, like nothing he had ever tasted. The meat wasn’t tough but almost melted in his mouth. He didn’t recognize the spices, but he loved them. “This is amazing. I want one!”\n \nThe bear finishes the shawarma while Mickey is having a mouthgasm over the lamb. “I knew you would. Everyone does.” He slapped the meat onto the now-cooked pita. The veggies were following. Pouring another helping of the garlic sauce over the meat and veggies, he reached below and brought out a large container of what looked like a salsa. He must have seen Mickey’s curious face. “Tomato cucumber salad. My mother always uses it.” She scooped a portion of the salad on top. Folding and wrapping it in a layer of foil, he handed it to Mickey. Mickey took it carefully; he didn’t want any to spill. “$10, friend.”\n\nThat was more than he was expecting, but he wasn’t complaining. Just the smell of the finished product was making his stomach rumble. He managed to get a $20 bill out one-handed. The bear gave him his change. “Thank you,” he paused for a second, “friend.”\n\nThe bear looked at him with a slight grin, “No, thank you, friend.” He went back to calling his wares. “Shawarma. Lamb or chicken. Shawarma.”\n\nMickey walked away and ogled his food. There were no tables or chairs, so he’d have to eat and walk. That’s fine. He brought the food to his face and took a large bite—a flavor explosion. The meat was juicy; the vegetables were perfectly grilled; the tomato-cucumber salad was fresh and light, and there was garlic in every bite. He wanted this to last forever. He reached into his pocket and opened his notes app. “Learn how to make Shawarma.” \n\nPutting his phone away, he went in for more. Bite after bite, explosion after explosion. Alas, all good things must end, and all shawarma must be eaten. When it was gone, he was a little sad. He thought about returning to get another one, maybe trying the chicken. “No, I said one of each.” He sighed. \n\nHe kept venturing through the bazaar, looking for more delicious foods. Yugmish, Mutabaq, Malabari Paratha, Mantu, Sambosa, Baleela, Kushari. So many more foods to try and so many more things to not pronounce correctly. \n\n* * *\n\nA few hours later, Mickey’s stomach was filled to the brim. He had purchased so many new foods he had never had before. After licking all the sweet juices from the Yugmish from his claws, he checked the contents of his wallet. $20 left. “I haven’t bought any souvenirs yet.” He looked down the hall. There were more foods to try, but thinking about more food, his stomach protested. *gurgle* He patted his stomach affectionately, “I hear you; no more food today.”\n\n“Then perhaps you shall have a look at my wares.” Mickey turned around in shock. In the midst of condoling his stomach, he hadn’t noticed he stopped in front of another stand. \n\n“Oh please, no more food. I’ve had too much today.” Mickey shook his head.\n\n“Of courssse. I can ssse that you have purchasssed many products from my comeradesss today. But I have no food to sssell.” Mickey looked at the salesman. He was an Arabian Cobra with yellow and black scales. All the salesmen had white shirts with ruffles and buttons down the middle, but he was different. He had an elaborate purple shirt with loose, baggy sleeves. Around his neck laid several gold necklaces with embedded jewels. His wrists were no different, adorned with bracelets with more jewels. “Pleassse, have a look at my waresss.” He waved his hand above the trinkets on his stand, flaunting them shamelessly. \n\n“Alright then.” Mickey took a step closer to look. Several silver and gold necklaces and bracelets with jewels, all set on a surface covered in red silk velvet. They were pretty, and he knew a few people in his life who would probably like them. Perhaps his mom would enjoy one for Mother’s Day. “How much are these?”\n\n“For you, my friend, we can negotiate.” There was something about the way he said ‘my friend.’ When that friendly bear at the shawarma stand said it, it felt pleasant and welcoming. When this snake said it, it felt almost sinister.\n\n“Well.” Mickey had also read about this in his research. He learned that sellers like this snake often tried to con foreigners. They would raise their prices, sell lower to the locals, or even try to change them quickly. He was prepared. “I’m willing to pay $15 for this necklace here.” He pointed to a silver necklace with a blue jewel. It was about 24” inches total, if he could guess. \n\n“Oh.” The snake said. “That’sss sssimply too low. I would asssk $40 at leassst.” He had a grin on his face. “I can’t go that low.”\n\n“What’s the lowest you could go on any of these then?” Mickey asked inquisitively.\n\n“I would have to sssay...” the snake paused, placing his hand on his chin. “$25 for this bracelet here.” He pointed to a small gold bracelet with four small green gems along the edges. \n\nMickey picked it up and examined it. They would often paint regular metal bracelets with paint to fool foreigners and tourists. He felt it in his hands. The metal felt even and smooth, with no small bumps from spray paint or other coating.\n\nThe snake was eyeing Mickey the entire time he inspected it with a suspicious face. “Ah. I sssee you are a dissscerning cussstomer.” The snake said suddenly, changing his tone and expression. “I have sssomething of a higher value that I don’t show jussst everyone.” He reached down below his stand and delicately pulled out a lamp. Not a bedside lamp, but what was unmistakenly a genie lamp. It almost looked like a fancy, elaborate gravy boat. He set it down delicately.\n\n“I have here what isss rumored to be a Genie Lamp. Of courssse, I don’t believe in sssuch superstitionsss, nor should you.” He picked it up. “However, don’t you agree it would be a lovely centerpieccce?” He held the lamp out to Mickey. He took the lamp and inspected it. It was wonderful. The jade-tinted metal with all the curves and delicate bends honestly looked fancy and beautiful. He couldn’t stop looking at it. What if there was a genie in here? “Funny,” the snake continued, “I keep getting it returned to me after I sssell it. It ssseemsss to be a different perssson every time. Almost asss if I am bound to it.”\n\nMickey had a fascination for the supernatural. He enjoyed the idea of ghosts, spirits, anything mystical or otherworldly existing. This only made the lamp more enticing. “Let’s bargain.” He said to the snake.\n\n“I would love to.” A devilish grin grew on his face. “How about whatever you have left in your coffersss?”\n\nMickey thought this was a steal. He had only $20 left. $20 for a lamp of this design was an absolute bargain. “Deal.” He reached out his right hand to shake. \n\n“Exxxcellent.” The snake also reached out his right hand, and they shook hands, sealing their deal. Mickey set down the lamp on the stall and reached for his wallet. Meanwhile, the snake grabbed the lamp and began wrapping it in newspaper. Mickey handed him his last $20.\n\n“What a deal,” he said to the snake, “I’m out of money now, but this lamp is probably the neatest thing I own now.” \n\n“Oh, trussst me.” The snake said to him, handing off the lamp. “It will change your life.”\n\nMickey walked away with the lamp in his hand. 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He scrubbed the toilet, scraped that red mold from the edges of the shower drain, pulled the hair out from the drain, and bleached the sink. \n\n“There.” He stood in the middle of the apartment. He could imagine the sparkles emanating from every surface he cleaned. “Just like the commercials.” He could hear the dudes on TV selling the cleaning products in his head. His white shirt was stained with chemicals and other nasty things he had cleaned up around the house. He decided to keep it on; it was just him in the house.\n\nHe looked at the lamp sitting on the kitchen counter. “Now, where to put you?” He grabbed the lamp and walked around the house with it, trying to find the perfect spot. He considered his room, but things got lost in there. What about the kitchen? No, his mom might confuse it for a gravy boat when she came for the holidays. He could imagine it now, “Honey, this is a lovely gravy boat; where did you get it?” His precious new lamp filled with thick, brown turkey gravy from Thanksgiving? No, thank you. \n\n“How about right here?” He placed it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. “Yeah, he was right. It does make a good centerpiece.” He sat down and put his legs up on the table. Turning on the TV, he relaxed for an hour or two. \n\nAfter watching Ghostbusters for the nine millionth time, it was time to be responsible. “I forgot to put everything away.” He got up and started collecting all the cleaning products around the house. However, one of the Oxy Glean, Fantashtick, Sep, and Dusk was missing. “Where’s the Citrus Glo?” He wandered around the house. There it was, on the coffee table right by the lamp. \n\nHe stopped to admire the lamp again. The jade color stood out in his dull living room. The curvature, the gold highlights, the rust stain. “Hold on a tick.” Was there a rust spot? Right there, on the side of the body. “How did I miss that?” He picked up the lamp. Indeed, right on the side of the lamp was a rust spot. He brought the light and the Citrus Glo to the kitchen and set the lamp on the counter again. Putting away the Citrus Glo, he reached for the Sep. \n\n“One spray should do it. I don’t want to damage it at all.” He sprayed the rust spot as close as he could and got to work, wiping only the rust spot in a circular motion, being careful not to make too much foam. Sep was abrasive, and he didn’t want to ruin the lamp.\n\nSuddenly, the lamp started growing hot. “Oh no, did I use the wrong thing?” The lamp grew hotter and hotter. It began to shake. He dropped it in panic. It didn’t break, though; it didn’t even hit the counter. It hovered above it and continued to shake. “Oh no nonononononono.” Mickey ran for the closet again and grabbed the fire extinguisher. Pulling the pin, he aimed the hose at the lamp and waited for something to happen. \n\nSomething happened, alright. Smoke spewed from the end of the lamp, brown smoke. It kept going and going. Unlike smoke from a fire, though, it didn’t rise to the ceiling; it looked like it was forming a shape of some kind, like a body. Mickey just stood there in disbelief. He watched enough TV to know what was happening.\n\nThe smoke started to solidify. A small, brown, humanoid shape. Were those ears? Arms? Oh god, it was precisely what he thought it was. As the smoke solidified more, it became apparent what was happening. The lamp was a genie lamp. However, Mickey couldn’t identify what the genie was. Sure, he could pin it down to ‘It’s a genie,’ but it had to look like an animal. \n\n“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.” A young-sounding voice came from the smoke as it was nearly solid. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.” The smoke was gone now, only the genie. How could he possibly describe it? 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I was trying to scare you.”\n\n“Well, you did!” Mickey shouted, lowering the fire extinguisher.\n\n“Wait, wait. Where’s my necklace?” The genie looked around, twisting around to look behind her. “Ah, there it is.” It must have turned itself around. “It was on my back.”\n\n“What are you?”\n\nThe genie cleared her throat. “I,” pausing for effect, “am False, the Genie.”\n\n“I figured that out, but WHAT are you?”\n\n“Oh,” False said plainly, “I’m a monster. Kinda cat-like, but as you can see.” she turned around and stuck her butt out, showing her tail. Well, tails. They had leaves on the end, jade colored as well. Mickey regretted keeping his grubby shirt on. It may be a mysterious genie, but that butt was sexy. Maybe he could wish for a night with her. His face went red. \n\n“I’m not a cat.” Today was too eventful for an introvert like Mickey. She had already braved the bazaar and spent all the money in her wallet. Now this? What else? “Don’t expect a song from me like some other genie.” She crossed her arms and looked cross. “I don’t do that.”\n\n“Ok, but do you still grant wishes?”\n\n“Yes.” She said, puffing her chest out and proudly placing her hands on her hips. “However, you only get one, so make it count.”\n\n“Oh, that’s lame, isn’t it supposed to be three?” Mickey sounded bummed out, despite discovering genies exist.\n\n“No, it varies. I say one wish. People waste them otherwise.”\n\nMickey thought about that statement. “You have a point.”\n\n“So, what do you want? Come on, I don’t have all day.” False was clapping her hands with every word.\n\n“Hold on. I need to think about it.”\n\nFalse looked at Mickey with a smug face. “Hey,” she flew closer to Mickey, her face right up against his, “Don’t think I didn’t see that earlier.” She wiggled her butt. “I saw your face when I was showing you my butt.”\n\nMickey grew red again. “No, you were showing me your tails!” He felt hotter than before.\n\n“Oh, was I?” False Turned around and ground her butt against his crotch. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You want some fun time with little ol’ me.” The fabric covering her butt was very thin. He could feel each cheek through his jeans. “Hehehehe. Come on. You know you want some.” She spun around and rubbed her breasts against his back. “How about this?” \n\nHe could tell she was trying way too hard. Her flat chest was doing nothing for him. “No. I-I-I really don’t.”\n\n“Oh, I see how it is.” There was a pressure on Mickey’s back. A soft, squishy pressure. False was using her genie magic to inflate her breasts. “If my usual size ain’t doing it for ya, how about these?” Mickey turned around. He couldn’t believe his eyes; they were growing larger. She cupped her growing breasts in her hands. Her top was resisting her swelling mammaries. It wouldn’t hold long.\n\n“Or maybe you’re an ass man?” She turned sideways, displaying her breasts and her tiny ass. It didn’t remain small for long. Her flat ass began to swell too. Her plumping ass cheeks were also growing before his very eyes. “Can’t forget my thighs. Maybe you’re a total freak.” Her thighs also began to plump up. \n\n“Uhh….” Mickey didn’t know what to think. A genie had shown up in his house, and now she was trying to lay him. ‘Chalk this up as the weirdest day of my life.’ He felt his penis grow hard in his jeans. ‘No way I’m into this!’ He looked down at his dick, the hardest he’s ever seen, and formed a considerable bulge in his pants. \n\n“Aaaaah. Such supple titties.” False said as she caressed herself. Her top couldn’t take it anymore. It split right down the middle, exposing her breasts to Mickey. “Oopsie,” she said with forced clumsiness, “Would you look at that.” She lunged forward and thrust them into his face, rubbing them up and down against his muzzle. They must have been as big as beach balls. “They’re so big now, I don’t know what to do with them.” Suddenly, her bottom ripped as well, her ass jiggling free. \n\n“Oh my. Maybe I went too far?” Her thighs were not far behind. She could feel her new chubby thighs rubbing together. Her pussy was leaking juices with all the excitement. “Ooooooooh,” she moaned. She reached down and felt all the juices her snatch was leaking. She shoved two fingers in. Her face went deep red. The squelching from her pussy was too much. With her other hand, she started fingering one of her huge nipples. Her moans got louder. \n\nMickey couldn’t take it anymore. He unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down. It was fully erect and twitching. He grabbed False by the hips. This caught her by surprise. “Fine, maybe I am interested.”\n\n“I knew it.” She said at his dick with a smirk on her face: eight inches and a sizeable knot. “And know what? This one’s for free. It’s been a while in that lamp.”\n\n“You said it, not me.” He lowered False onto his dick, her pussy just on the tip of his dick. He took a deep breath.\n\n“Wussing out, big boy?” She booped his snoot teasingly.\n\n“No.” He lowered her onto the entire shaft of his dick in one go, all eight inches at once. She was so hot and moist inside. His dick had never felt a better pussy.\n\nFalse let out a scream of pleasure. “AAAAAAAAH! Yes! Do it!” Mickey sank his hands deeper into her hips as he began to thrust. She could float and remain stationary, so maintaining rhythm with his thrusts was a matter of keeping rhythm. “Oh. Fuck.” She was panting now. Years in a lamp, he left her pent up. She wrapped herself around him, her tits covering his face. Her plump ass cheeks were slapping together, audibly filling the apartment with the sound of sex.\n\n“Take it, you little imp,” Mickey said, breathing heavily, “Take my dick.” He slapped one of her asscheeks, echoing throughout the kitchen. She moaned hornily. He began to suck one of her nipples. Her moaning grew louder and increased.\n\n“Oh yeah. Fuckin mark me. Fill me up, big boy.” False managed to say through the attack on her pussy. She hadn’t felt this good in years. No other master had wanted this from her. \n\nMickey could feel it in his dick. He was going to cum. “I’m gonna cum False.”\n\n“Cum, inside, me,” she managed to say through her panting.\n\nHe couldn’t hold it any longer. He thrust faster. False panted faster in return. “I’m cumming!” He thrust his knot into her. She screamed in pleasure. He felt his cum shooting out of his dick, flowing into False. She was panting furiously. He walked over to the couch, dragging his pants and boxers around his right ankle. It would be a while until they would be able to separate now. \n\n***\n\nTwo hours later, he had calmed down enough for the two to be free of their bond. False snapped her fingers, and she returned to normal, clothes and all. Mickey put his pants back on. It would be a lot easier to do so now that his dick wasn’t rock-hard anymore. The two sat on the couch and decompressed from their little stunt. Perhaps it was the idea that having sex once made people closer, but he suddenly wanted to know more about her. But there was one thing on his mind; despite his better senses telling him to leave it be, he asked anyway. “How long have you been a genie, False?”\n\nShe looked at him with a tired expression. It seems she isn’t as playful when she’s exhausted. She answered honestly. “Five years.”\n\n“That’s it? Aren’t genies supposed to be indentured servants or stuck to the lamp for their whole life or something?”\n\n“Yes and no.” She reached for the TV remote. “I’m new at this. The last genie tricked me into taking his place. I’m not happy about it.” She turned on the TV and started scrolling through the channels. “So, please make your wish so I can go back to sleep. Not that that wasn’t fun, but I like my beauty sleep.”\n\nMickey was shocked. Is this how genies operate? How could a genie trick someone? It wasn’t like a monkey’s paw situation. “Well, I don’t need anything. Rather, I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. What if I wish for your freedom?”\n\n“Oh please, you wouldn’t waste a wish. No one ever does.” False found a channel that interested her and focused her attention immediately. “Ooooh, I haven’t seen this show since the last time I was out of the lamp.”\n\n“No, I mean it. I have a job so that I can make money. I have a roof over my head. My car is fine. I don’t need a higher social status. I don’t need a lover; I’ll find one eventually.”\n\nFalse, I turned the TV off. “Listen. Just wish for what you want. Don’t worry about me.” She looked into Mickey’s eyes. “It's all good when I’m asleep in the lamp.”\n\nHe made his choice. “OK then. False, I wish for your freedom.” \n\nFalse looked at him wide-eyed. “You did not-“ but there was no choice. Her eyes began to glow, and she shot back to her lamp. In an eerie voice, she said, “You have chosen your fate.” \n\nMickey shot up from the couch and ran to the kitchen. Her eyes were still glowing. The light was shooting out from her gaping mouth. Her arms were spread wide, and she was almost T posing. She was shaking. She began to sprout legs where there was once smoke. The exact shade of brown as her torso. Her genie attire disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving her exposed. Mickey looked away. Smoke covered her body, leaving behind a large, oversized jade hoodie and white panties. The hoodie was so long that you couldn’t be sure if she wore very short pants or nothing.\n\nShe fell to the floor with a thud. Mickey turned his head abruptly towards the sound. False, or what he thought was False, was lying face-first on his kitchen floor. “Oh god!” He got on his knees and lifted her onto his lap. She was surprisingly light. It was False, alright. The two sets of ears and the twin tails were a giveaway. “So, this is what she looks like as a regular person.” He gently brushed some fur out of her face and looked at her. No visible injuries. He still wasn’t quite sure what kind of creature she was.\n\nFalse shot up with a start. “WHA?!” Her ears are upright, and her tails are on full alert. She looked around the kitchen. “What happened? What’s going on?” She patted herself down and then looked down with shock. “Oh no.” She turned around to look at Mickey. “What have you done?”\n\nMickey didn’t know what to say. “I-I-I wished for your freedom?”\n\n“No, I told you not to do that!” She was panicking. She got up and grabbed the lamp. “We have to throw this lamp out the window!” She ran to the window in the kitchen and tried to reach for the latch. \n\n“Wait a sec-!” Mickey got up and grabbed False’s arm. “Why?”\n\n“We don’t have much time. You'll have to if we don’t get rid of this now. “Smoke began to pour out from the lamp.\n\n“Is there another genie in there?” Mickey looked at the lamp, wondering why smoke was pouring out again.\n\n“Not yet, there isn’t.” False let out a worried sigh. “I tried to warn you.”\n\n“Warn me of what?” The smoke pooled around Mickey’s legs in a wide circle. “Why is it doing that?”\n\n“I’m sorry.” False shook her head in despair. She held her necklace in both hands. \n\nThe smoke began to rise in a column around Mickey. It was too much to take at once; the smoke roared around him. Mickey coughed. Smoke poured into his throat like a tube. He got hotter still. He could feel a throbbing in his chest. Clenching his chest, he could feel his heart beating faster. His chest started inflating. Wait, inflating? He looked down to confirm his fears; his chest was inflating. Did the smoke plan to curse him for letting its genie go?\n\n“Hey! Can you hear me?” False was trying desperately to get his attention. Mickey tried to speak up but couldn’t. “I was trying to warn you! If you set me free, you’ll take my place! The lamp must always have a genie!”\n\nMickey understood what was happening now. He was going to be the new genie. ‘This is what I deserve for being the nice guy.’ He felt his chest inflate more. Looking down, they looked familiar. This wasn’t just inflation; he was growing tits. He felt his shoulders get slimmer; he was shrinking, too. He watched as his arms shrunk and grew more feminine. His hands also grew slimmer and more delicate. \n\n“Yes, become the genie of the lamp.” His mind told him.\n\n“And the genie must be female! It will change you if you don’t fit its standards.” False shouted over the roaring.\n\nMickey managed to shout back through the noise. “Yeah, I noticed!” His voice sounded more feminine now, higher and seductive. \n\nHe felt the rest of his body. To his fears, his hips were growing wider. His jeans were getting tighter as a result. Reaching lower, his thighs were also getting more expansive, and his jeans were tighter still. Back up to his newly budding breasts, he cupped what was currently there. It felt good. No more significant than a grapefruit now, but he could feel them getting heavier by the second. He dared to pinch at his nipples through his shirt. “Aaaaaah.” He couldn’t hold back his moans. I suppose it was her moans now. ‘No, I’m still a man.’\n\nFeel this pleasure every hour of the day. His mind was against him now.\n\nHis penis was rock hard in his already very tight pants. He couldn’t take it anymore; he had to set it free. He managed to unzip his jeans and let it fly. The relief was unreal to him. With one hand, he touched his throbbing dick while the other toyed with his budding breasts. Maybe being a genie wouldn’t be so bad.\n\nHe felt his dick start to shrink in his hands. “No!” He managed to shout this through all the smoke, making him cough. He had to get one more jerk off with his manhood before it disappeared. He desperately stroked while he pinched his nipples, bigger than they were before. He reached underneath his shirt for direct stimulation. It felt even better than before. “Oh my god,” he said in hushed tones, trying not to inhale too much smoke. It felt so amazing.\n\nSuccumb to the pleasure. He was close now.\n\nHis dick was still shrinking, though, so there was no time to waste. Stroke after stroke after stroke. All the while, he completely ignored how wide his hips were getting, how wide his thighs were becoming, just how large his breasts were swelling, and that his ass had begun to grow as well. His balls were receding into his body, forming what could be seen only as a pussy. He could feel them receding, and it only added to his pleasure. \n\nIf you cum now, there is no turning back. He wanted this. No, she wanted this.\n\nFinally, it was time. He felt he could cum. He stroked faster; he fondled more furiously. Then, he came. It was the best cum of his life. He felt it in his dick, his breasts, and his new pussy. He panted furiously. His arms fell to his sides, his legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. He looked down at himself. It was too late. He had breasts, and his thighs and hips were wide; he reached around to feel his ass and found it was plush and fat, and his dick was replaced with a pussy. He wasn’t a man anymore.\n\nShe gave in. “I’ll be your genie,” she said aloud to that voice in her head, accepting her fate. That was it. She was too far gone to go back now. Her breasts sat a supple E cup, her hips and thighs were bursting from her pants, her ass looked like those famous pornstars, and her body looked everything a genie should. Seductive.\n\n“No! NO!” False shouted from outside the smoke. She tried to barge in, but there was an invisible barrier around it.\n\nHer jeans exploded into shreds. Her shirt ripped and burst to pieces. Her boxers were still tight on her body. She pulled them with her claws, exposing her new pussy to the smoke. Her red/orange fur was now fully exposed to air. She spread her arms out wide and opened her mouth. More smoke poured inside her body. Magic glowed around her breasts, and a yellow top with gold tassels magically appeared. It still left nothing to the imagination, with plenty of cleavage showing. Magic glowed around her groin, and a bottom appeared. Hers had a skirt that draped over only her pussy and ass crack. The wide\n\nThe column of smoke cleared, revealing Mickey, newly transformed into a genie. False gazed at her in horror. Mickey fell face-first onto the floor, her breasts cushioning the fall. False knelt in front and tried to pick her up. She couldn’t; she was too weak. \n\nThe lamp started spewing smoke again. It surrounded Mickey. “No! Go away!” She tried to fan it away with her hands, but nothing would stop it. The smoke covered Mickey, leaving her out of sight. The smoke began to recede into the lamp. False got up quickly and ran towards the light. She shoved one of her digits into the hole, which was scalding. She pulled it out in pain. The smoke was nearly halfway back in now. She tried to stuff a kitchen towel into the hole, but it instantly burned into ash.\n\nAs the smoke vanished into the lamp again, there was silence. No roaring, no screaming, TV noise. Just False’s whimpers. He had set her free and had paid the price. There was nothing she could do. Wait, she could keep the lamp and say hello every day. Not let anyone else use him for wishes, not even her. She grabbed the lamp and held it tight in her hands. She hugged it. The lamp glowed so bright it was blinding. False had to close her eyes. She felt the lamp disappear. When she opened her eyes again, the lamp was gone.\n\nMeanwhile, back at the Bazaar, the snake salesman is packing up for the day. He had successfully sold all of his bracelets and necklaces for that day. “Well then, two more days of this, then it’s on to the next location. I wonder if the hot tub at the hotel is as nice as I am told.”\n\nThere was a thud underneath his stand. “Oh?” He bent over and looked for the source of the thud. “Well, well, would you look at that.” The thud was the lamp. It had teleported itself back to him. “That was fassst. I suppose I am stuck with this lamp after all. Hahahahahahaha.” He chuckled to himself evilly. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "To Free A Genie
“Come, come! Browse my wares!”

“Prized jewels and jewelry. You won’t find these cheaper anywhere else!”

“Vegetables! Peppers! Onions! Exotic fruits!”

“Mantu here!”

The hustle and bustle of the exotic bazaar was too much for Mickey. He had heard from his friend that the SkolHert Corporation was hosting a traveling foreign goods expo in the community building to share the culture and positive traits of the Snaudy Arabian Peninsula. The Skolhert Corporation holds the Bazaar every year; this year, it was held in Mickey’s hometown. He never had the time to visit when it was held in other states.

This was beyond what he had ever expected. It was like walking into a real bazaar in the sands of Arabia, minus the sand. He hated sand. It was coarse, rough, irritating, and got everywhere. Though, who wants sand in their fur? No one! The walls had pictures of the wildlife, scenes from the cities, both modernized and not, and mouthwatering photos of the local food.

Colorful tents covered displays of various goods: jewelry, fruits and vegetables, mouthwatering meats cooked in a tandoor oven, and much more. Mickey could smell the food. He looked at the brochure handed to him as he walked in. “Witness a live bazaar (minus the sand) and shop for products made by the locals of Snaudy Arabia. Experience the life-changing street food. Learn more about the culture at our various info booths,” Mickey read aloud to himself. “Yeah, gonna give those info booths a pass.”

Mickey looked into his wallet. Could he spend under $100? He could walk out of here without breaking the bank if he limited his street food purchases to one serving of everything he wanted and maybe three souvenirs tops. He shoved the brochure in the back pocket of his jeans and walked out of the entryway. With his hands in his hoodie, he stepped inside. The smells of the street food were more torturous inside than it was outside. His canine nose could smell the chicken on the grill, covered in an unknown mix of spices, the tandoor oven cooking fresh leavened bread, and many other smells that were wafting around his nose, drawing him in like the smell from a pie in an old cartoon, picking him up off the ground.

“Under $100.” He said with a deep sigh as he followed his nose to his first stop. He almost shut his eyes and let his nose navigate. It's a good thing he didn’t, though. The place was packed with locals from the town. He didn’t recognize any of them, though; he was inside most of the time working from home as tech support for Mapple. He was bumping into so many people without even trying. Talk about a genuine experience.

His first stop was at a stand with a large grill. “Hello!” A large brown bear was behind the grill, towering over everyone. His head nearly hit the top of the canopy above the grill. “Shawarma. Lamb or Chicken.” Mickey looked down at the grill. A stack of pita bread on the grill's right was stacked nearly as high as the salesman. Onions and peppers were on the right side of the grill, letting off wonderfully aromatic smells, while the left had more vegetables, presumably already cooked and staying warm. The most enormous hunk of meat Mickey had ever seen was rotating in a vertical roaster behind him. It must have been as big as he wasn’t small. A metal warmer sat on the cooler side with a yellow sauce that just reeked of garlic. Mickey LOVED garlic. “Offer a sample friend?” The bear bent over to look at Mickey, still towering over him. His white ruffled shirt was stained near the bottom where the grill sat.

Mickey looked at the bear. He took a deep, intentional smell of all the food before him. His maw watered. “Of course.” He did some research ahead of time and read that it was rude to turn down any samples or other hospitality from vendors. He thought it would just be a bunch of underpaid employees from SkolHert making subpar food, but he was pleasantly surprised.

The bear was fast as lightning. He tossed one of the pitas from the towering stack onto the hot side of the grill. Ladling some garlic-smelling sauce onto the older veggies, he moved them over to the hot side to freshen them up. Turning around, he grabbed a large knife, probably as long as Mickey’s arm, and shaved thin pieces of meat from the gigantic piece of meat. He slapped them onto the grill to cook through. Such a generous amount! He set one strip aside to cook on its own while flipping the pita over to cook the other side.

He handed the single strip he set aside into a small plastic cup and gave it to Mickey. “Here, try.” He took it and eagerly shoved it into his mouth. He hadn’t eaten since dinner last night. Even then, ramen isn’t enough to fill you. The bear got back to work.

The flavors were unreal, like nothing he had ever tasted. The meat wasn’t tough but almost melted in his mouth. He didn’t recognize the spices, but he loved them. “This is amazing. I want one!”
 
The bear finishes the shawarma while Mickey is having a mouthgasm over the lamb. “I knew you would. Everyone does.” He slapped the meat onto the now-cooked pita. The veggies were following. Pouring another helping of the garlic sauce over the meat and veggies, he reached below and brought out a large container of what looked like a salsa. He must have seen Mickey’s curious face. “Tomato cucumber salad. My mother always uses it.” She scooped a portion of the salad on top. Folding and wrapping it in a layer of foil, he handed it to Mickey. Mickey took it carefully; he didn’t want any to spill. “$10, friend.”

That was more than he was expecting, but he wasn’t complaining. Just the smell of the finished product was making his stomach rumble. He managed to get a $20 bill out one-handed. The bear gave him his change. “Thank you,” he paused for a second, “friend.”

The bear looked at him with a slight grin, “No, thank you, friend.” He went back to calling his wares. “Shawarma. Lamb or chicken. Shawarma.”

Mickey walked away and ogled his food. There were no tables or chairs, so he’d have to eat and walk. That’s fine. He brought the food to his face and took a large bite—a flavor explosion. The meat was juicy; the vegetables were perfectly grilled; the tomato-cucumber salad was fresh and light, and there was garlic in every bite. He wanted this to last forever. He reached into his pocket and opened his notes app. “Learn how to make Shawarma.”

Putting his phone away, he went in for more. Bite after bite, explosion after explosion. Alas, all good things must end, and all shawarma must be eaten. When it was gone, he was a little sad. He thought about returning to get another one, maybe trying the chicken. “No, I said one of each.” He sighed.

He kept venturing through the bazaar, looking for more delicious foods. Yugmish, Mutabaq, Malabari Paratha, Mantu, Sambosa, Baleela, Kushari. So many more foods to try and so many more things to not pronounce correctly.

* * *

A few hours later, Mickey’s stomach was filled to the brim. He had purchased so many new foods he had never had before. After licking all the sweet juices from the Yugmish from his claws, he checked the contents of his wallet.  $20 left. “I haven’t bought any souvenirs yet.” He looked down the hall. There were more foods to try, but thinking about more food, his stomach protested. *gurgle* He patted his stomach affectionately, “I hear you; no more food today.”

“Then perhaps you shall have a look at my wares.” Mickey turned around in shock. In the midst of condoling his stomach, he hadn’t noticed he stopped in front of another stand.

“Oh please, no more food. I’ve had too much today.” Mickey shook his head.

“Of courssse. I can ssse that you have purchasssed many products from my comeradesss today. But I have no food to sssell.” Mickey looked at the salesman. He was an Arabian Cobra with yellow and black scales. All the salesmen had white shirts with ruffles and buttons down the middle, but he was different. He had an elaborate purple shirt with loose, baggy sleeves. Around his neck laid several gold necklaces with embedded jewels. His wrists were no different, adorned with bracelets with more jewels. “Pleassse, have a look at my waresss.” He waved his hand above the trinkets on his stand, flaunting them shamelessly.

“Alright then.” Mickey took a step closer to look. Several silver and gold necklaces and bracelets with jewels, all set on a surface covered in red silk velvet. They were pretty, and he knew a few people in his life who would probably like them. Perhaps his mom would enjoy one for Mother’s Day. “How much are these?”

“For you, my friend, we can negotiate.” There was something about the way he said ‘my friend.’ When that friendly bear at the shawarma stand said it, it felt pleasant and welcoming. When this snake said it, it felt almost sinister.

“Well.” Mickey had also read about this in his research. He learned that sellers like this snake often tried to con foreigners. They would raise their prices, sell lower to the locals, or even try to change them quickly. He was prepared. “I’m willing to pay $15 for this necklace here.” He pointed to a silver necklace with a blue jewel. It was about 24” inches total, if he could guess.

“Oh.” The snake said. “That’sss sssimply too low. I would asssk $40 at leassst.” He had a grin on his face. “I can’t go that low.”

“What’s the lowest you could go on any of these then?” Mickey asked inquisitively.

“I would have to sssay...” the snake paused, placing his hand on his chin. “$25 for this bracelet here.” He pointed to a small gold bracelet with four small green gems along the edges.

Mickey picked it up and examined it. They would often paint regular metal bracelets with paint to fool foreigners and tourists. He felt it in his hands. The metal felt even and smooth, with no small bumps from spray paint or other coating.

The snake was eyeing Mickey the entire time he inspected it with a suspicious face. “Ah. I sssee you are a dissscerning cussstomer.” The snake said suddenly, changing his tone and expression. “I have sssomething of a higher value that I don’t show jussst everyone.” He reached down below his stand and delicately pulled out a lamp. Not a bedside lamp, but what was unmistakenly a genie lamp. It almost looked like a fancy, elaborate gravy boat. He set it down delicately.

“I have here what isss rumored to be a Genie Lamp. Of courssse, I don’t believe in sssuch superstitionsss, nor should you.” He picked it up. “However, don’t you agree it would be a lovely centerpieccce?” He held the lamp out to Mickey. He took the lamp and inspected it. It was wonderful. The jade-tinted metal with all the curves and delicate bends honestly looked fancy and beautiful. He couldn’t stop looking at it. What if there was a genie in here? “Funny,” the snake continued, “I keep getting it returned to me after I sssell it. It ssseemsss to be a different perssson every time. Almost asss if I am bound to it.”

Mickey had a fascination for the supernatural. He enjoyed the idea of ghosts, spirits, anything mystical or otherworldly existing. This only made the lamp more enticing. “Let’s bargain.” He said to the snake.

“I would love to.” A devilish grin grew on his face. “How about whatever you have left in your coffersss?”

Mickey thought this was a steal. He had only $20 left. $20 for a lamp of this design was an absolute bargain. “Deal.” He reached out his right hand to shake.

“Exxxcellent.” The snake also reached out his right hand, and they shook hands, sealing their deal. Mickey set down the lamp on the stall and reached for his wallet. Meanwhile, the snake grabbed the lamp and began wrapping it in newspaper. Mickey handed him his last $20.

“What a deal,” he said to the snake, “I’m out of money now, but this lamp is probably the neatest thing I own now.”

“Oh, trussst me.” The snake said to him, handing off the lamp. “It will change your life.”

Mickey walked away with the lamp in his hand. The snake peered out from his stand, staring at him. “Sssee you sssooon.”

* * *

Back at his apartment, he excitedly started unwrapping the lamp. He couldn’t wait to find where to place it. Looking around his messy apartment, he thought, “I must clean up. I can’t have this be the most remarkable thing by comparison. He set the lamp on the kitchen counter and walked to the closet. Grabbing the cleaning products bucket, he removed his hoodie and got to work.

In the living room, he picked up all the pizza boxes by the couch and the soda cans on the coffee table and vacuumed the carpet. He cleaned the dishes in the sink and moped the floor. He even cleaned his bedroom. All the clothes were picked up, the bed was fixed, and he emptied the hamper that was still full of clean clothes from last week. The bathroom was the worst, though. He scrubbed the toilet, scraped that red mold from the edges of the shower drain, pulled the hair out from the drain, and bleached the sink.

“There.” He stood in the middle of the apartment. He could imagine the sparkles emanating from every surface he cleaned. “Just like the commercials.” He could hear the dudes on TV selling the cleaning products in his head. His white shirt was stained with chemicals and other nasty things he had cleaned up around the house. He decided to keep it on; it was just him in the house.

He looked at the lamp sitting on the kitchen counter. “Now, where to put you?” He grabbed the lamp and walked around the house with it, trying to find the perfect spot. He considered his room, but things got lost in there. What about the kitchen? No, his mom might confuse it for a gravy boat when she came for the holidays. He could imagine it now, “Honey, this is a lovely gravy boat; where did you get it?” His precious new lamp filled with thick, brown turkey gravy from Thanksgiving? No, thank you.

“How about right here?” He placed it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. “Yeah, he was right. It does make a good centerpiece.” He sat down and put his legs up on the table. Turning on the TV, he relaxed for an hour or two.

After watching Ghostbusters for the nine millionth time, it was time to be responsible. “I forgot to put everything away.” He got up and started collecting all the cleaning products around the house. However, one of the Oxy Glean, Fantashtick, Sep, and Dusk was missing. “Where’s the Citrus Glo?” He wandered around the house. There it was, on the coffee table right by the lamp.

He stopped to admire the lamp again. The jade color stood out in his dull living room. The curvature, the gold highlights, the rust stain. “Hold on a tick.” Was there a rust spot? Right there, on the side of the body. “How did I miss that?” He picked up the lamp. Indeed, right on the side of the lamp was a rust spot. He brought the light and the Citrus Glo to the kitchen and set the lamp on the counter again. Putting away the Citrus Glo, he reached for the Sep.

“One spray should do it. I don’t want to damage it at all.” He sprayed the rust spot as close as he could and got to work, wiping only the rust spot in a circular motion, being careful not to make too much foam. Sep was abrasive, and he didn’t want to ruin the lamp.

Suddenly, the lamp started growing hot. “Oh no, did I use the wrong thing?” The lamp grew hotter and hotter. It began to shake. He dropped it in panic. It didn’t break, though; it didn’t even hit the counter. It hovered above it and continued to shake. “Oh no nonononononono.” Mickey ran for the closet again and grabbed the fire extinguisher. Pulling the pin, he aimed the hose at the lamp and waited for something to happen.

Something happened, alright. Smoke spewed from the end of the lamp, brown smoke. It kept going and going. Unlike smoke from a fire, though, it didn’t rise to the ceiling; it looked like it was forming a shape of some kind, like a body. Mickey just stood there in disbelief. He watched enough TV to know what was happening.

The smoke started to solidify. A small, brown, humanoid shape. Were those ears? Arms? Oh god, it was precisely what he thought it was. As the smoke solidified more, it became apparent what was happening. The lamp was a genie lamp. However, Mickey couldn’t identify what the genie was. Sure, he could pin it down to ‘It’s a genie,’ but it had to look like an animal.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.” A young-sounding voice came from the smoke as it was nearly solid. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.” The smoke was gone now, only the genie. How could he possibly describe it? It had two sets of ears, one upright and the other pointing sideways with jade-colored inner fur. The body was covered in brown fur with light brown and dark brown fur cuffs around the arms and legs. Wide gold bracelets with jade emeralds dangled around her wrists.
A big, jade-colored X was across the chest. Their eyes and nose were glowing a jade color as well. What on earth is this genie? Her clothes looked like an exotic belly dancer with gold tassels on the bottom of the top piece of her outfit. It left very little of her body to the imagination; it covered only the chest and nether region, jade-colored, of course. Not like there was much to cover anyway. She was not well endowed at all, flat as a cutting board.

“RAH!” the genie shouted, arms raised in the air. Mickey screamed back and sprayed the fire extinguisher in its face. The goop coated its face. “Ew!” Shaking its head to shake off the goop, it retorted, “That wasn’t nice. I was trying to scare you.”

“Well, you did!” Mickey shouted, lowering the fire extinguisher.

“Wait, wait. Where’s my necklace?” The genie looked around, twisting around to look behind her. “Ah, there it is.” It must have turned itself around. “It was on my back.”

“What are you?”

The genie cleared her throat. “I,” pausing for effect, “am False, the Genie.”

“I figured that out, but WHAT are you?”

“Oh,” False said plainly, “I’m a monster. Kinda cat-like, but as you can see.” she turned around and stuck her butt out, showing her tail. Well, tails. They had leaves on the end, jade colored as well. Mickey regretted keeping his grubby shirt on. It may be a mysterious genie, but that butt was sexy. Maybe he could wish for a night with her. His face went red.

“I’m not a cat.” Today was too eventful for an introvert like Mickey. She had already braved the bazaar and spent all the money in her wallet. Now this? What else?  “Don’t expect a song from me like some other genie.” She crossed her arms and looked cross. “I don’t do that.”

“Ok, but do you still grant wishes?”

“Yes.” She said, puffing her chest out and proudly placing her hands on her hips. “However, you only get one, so make it count.”

“Oh, that’s lame, isn’t it supposed to be three?” Mickey sounded bummed out, despite discovering genies exist.

“No, it varies. I say one wish. People waste them otherwise.”

Mickey thought about that statement. “You have a point.”

“So, what do you want? Come on, I don’t have all day.” False was clapping her hands with every word.

“Hold on. I need to think about it.”

False looked at Mickey with a smug face. “Hey,” she flew closer to Mickey, her face right up against his, “Don’t think I didn’t see that earlier.” She wiggled her butt. “I saw your face when I was showing you my butt.”

Mickey grew red again. “No, you were showing me your tails!” He felt hotter than before.

“Oh, was I?” False Turned around and ground her butt against his crotch. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You want some fun time with little ol’ me.” The fabric covering her butt was very thin. He could feel each cheek through his jeans. “Hehehehe. Come on. You know you want some.” She spun around and rubbed her breasts against his back. “How about this?”

He could tell she was trying way too hard. Her flat chest was doing nothing for him. “No. I-I-I really don’t.”

“Oh, I see how it is.” There was a pressure on Mickey’s back. A soft, squishy pressure. False was using her genie magic to inflate her breasts. “If my usual size ain’t doing it for ya, how about these?” Mickey turned around. He couldn’t believe his eyes; they were growing larger. She cupped her growing breasts in her hands. Her top was resisting her swelling mammaries. It wouldn’t hold long.

“Or maybe you’re an ass man?” She turned sideways, displaying her breasts and her tiny ass. It didn’t remain small for long. Her flat ass began to swell too. Her plumping ass cheeks were also growing before his very eyes. “Can’t forget my thighs. Maybe you’re a total freak.” Her thighs also began to plump up.

“Uhh….” Mickey didn’t know what to think. A genie had shown up in his house, and now she was trying to lay him. ‘Chalk this up as the weirdest day of my life.’ He felt his penis grow hard in his jeans. ‘No way I’m into this!’ He looked down at his dick, the hardest he’s ever seen, and formed a considerable bulge in his pants.

“Aaaaah. Such supple titties.” False said as she caressed herself. Her top couldn’t take it anymore. It split right down the middle, exposing her breasts to Mickey. “Oopsie,” she said with forced clumsiness, “Would you look at that.” She lunged forward and thrust them into his face, rubbing them up and down against his muzzle. They must have been as big as beach balls. “They’re so big now, I don’t know what to do with them.” Suddenly, her bottom ripped as well, her ass jiggling free.

“Oh my. Maybe I went too far?” Her thighs were not far behind. She could feel her new chubby thighs rubbing together. Her pussy was leaking juices with all the excitement. “Ooooooooh,” she moaned. She reached down and felt all the juices her snatch was leaking. She shoved two fingers in. Her face went deep red. The squelching from her pussy was too much. With her other hand, she started fingering one of her huge nipples. Her moans got louder.

Mickey couldn’t take it anymore. He unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down. It was fully erect and twitching. He grabbed False by the hips. This caught her by surprise. “Fine, maybe I am interested.”

“I knew it.” She said at his dick with a smirk on her face: eight inches and a sizeable knot. “And know what? This one’s for free. It’s been a while in that lamp.”

“You said it, not me.” He lowered False onto his dick, her pussy just on the tip of his dick. He took a deep breath.

“Wussing out, big boy?” She booped his snoot teasingly.

“No.” He lowered her onto the entire shaft of his dick in one go, all eight inches at once. She was so hot and moist inside. His dick had never felt a better pussy.

False let out a scream of pleasure. “AAAAAAAAH! Yes! Do it!” Mickey sank his hands deeper into her hips as he began to thrust. She could float and remain stationary, so maintaining rhythm with his thrusts was a matter of keeping rhythm. “Oh. Fuck.” She was panting now. Years in a lamp, he left her pent up. She wrapped herself around him, her tits covering his face. Her plump ass cheeks were slapping together, audibly filling the apartment with the sound of sex.

“Take it, you little imp,” Mickey said, breathing heavily, “Take my dick.” He slapped one of her asscheeks, echoing throughout the kitchen. She moaned hornily. He began to suck one of her nipples. Her moaning grew louder and increased.

“Oh yeah. Fuckin mark me. Fill me up, big boy.” False managed to say through the attack on her pussy. She hadn’t felt this good in years. No other master had wanted this from her.

Mickey could feel it in his dick. He was going to cum. “I’m gonna cum False.”

“Cum, inside, me,” she managed to say through her panting.

He couldn’t hold it any longer. He thrust faster. False panted faster in return. “I’m cumming!” He thrust his knot into her. She screamed in pleasure. He felt his cum shooting out of his dick, flowing into False. She was panting furiously. He walked over to the couch, dragging his pants and boxers around his right ankle. It would be a while until they would be able to separate now.

***

Two hours later, he had calmed down enough for the two to be free of their bond. False snapped her fingers, and she returned to normal, clothes and all. Mickey put his pants back on. It would be a lot easier to do so now that his dick wasn’t rock-hard anymore. The two sat on the couch and decompressed from their little stunt. Perhaps it was the idea that having sex once made people closer, but he suddenly wanted to know more about her. But there was one thing on his mind; despite his better senses telling him to leave it be, he asked anyway. “How long have you been a genie, False?”

She looked at him with a tired expression. It seems she isn’t as playful when she’s exhausted. She answered honestly. “Five years.”

“That’s it? Aren’t genies supposed to be indentured servants or stuck to the lamp for their whole life or something?”

“Yes and no.” She reached for the TV remote. “I’m new at this. The last genie tricked me into taking his place. I’m not happy about it.” She turned on the TV and started scrolling through the channels. “So, please make your wish so I can go back to sleep. Not that that wasn’t fun, but I like my beauty sleep.”

Mickey was shocked. Is this how genies operate? How could a genie trick someone? It wasn’t like a monkey’s paw situation. “Well, I don’t need anything. Rather, I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. What if I wish for your freedom?”

“Oh please, you wouldn’t waste a wish. No one ever does.” False found a channel that interested her and focused her attention immediately. “Ooooh, I haven’t seen this show since the last time I was out of the lamp.”

“No, I mean it. I have a job so that I can make money. I have a roof over my head. My car is fine. I don’t need a higher social status. I don’t need a lover; I’ll find one eventually.”

False, I turned the TV off. “Listen. Just wish for what you want. Don’t worry about me.” She looked into Mickey’s eyes. “It's all good when I’m asleep in the lamp.”

He made his choice. “OK then. False, I wish for your freedom.”

False looked at him wide-eyed. “You did not-“ but there was no choice. Her eyes began to glow, and she shot back to her lamp. In an eerie voice, she said, “You have chosen your fate.”

Mickey shot up from the couch and ran to the kitchen. Her eyes were still glowing. The light was shooting out from her gaping mouth. Her arms were spread wide, and she was almost T posing. She was shaking. She began to sprout legs where there was once smoke. The exact shade of brown as her torso. Her genie attire disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving her exposed. Mickey looked away. Smoke covered her body, leaving behind a large, oversized jade hoodie and white panties. The hoodie was so long that you couldn’t be sure if she wore very short pants or nothing.

She fell to the floor with a thud. Mickey turned his head abruptly towards the sound. False, or what he thought was False, was lying face-first on his kitchen floor. “Oh god!” He got on his knees and lifted her onto his lap. She was surprisingly light. It was False, alright. The two sets of ears and the twin tails were a giveaway. “So, this is what she looks like as a regular person.” He gently brushed some fur out of her face and looked at her. No visible injuries. He still wasn’t quite sure what kind of creature she was.

False shot up with a start. “WHA?!” Her ears are upright, and her tails are on full alert. She looked around the kitchen. “What happened? What’s going on?” She patted herself down and then looked down with shock. “Oh no.” She turned around to look at Mickey. “What have you done?”

Mickey didn’t know what to say. “I-I-I wished for your freedom?”

“No, I told you not to do that!” She was panicking. She got up and grabbed the lamp. “We have to throw this lamp out the window!” She ran to the window in the kitchen and tried to reach for the latch.

“Wait a sec-!” Mickey got up and grabbed False’s arm. “Why?”

“We don’t have much time. You'll have to if we don’t get rid of this now. “Smoke began to pour out from the lamp.

“Is there another genie in there?” Mickey looked at the lamp, wondering why smoke was pouring out again.

“Not yet, there isn’t.” False let out a worried sigh. “I tried to warn you.”

“Warn me of what?” The smoke pooled around Mickey’s legs in a wide circle. “Why is it doing that?”

“I’m sorry.” False shook her head in despair. She held her necklace in both hands.

The smoke began to rise in a column around Mickey. It was too much to take at once; the smoke roared around him. Mickey coughed. Smoke poured into his throat like a tube. He got hotter still. He could feel a throbbing in his chest. Clenching his chest, he could feel his heart beating faster. His chest started inflating. Wait, inflating? He looked down to confirm his fears; his chest was inflating. Did the smoke plan to curse him for letting its genie go?

“Hey! Can you hear me?” False was trying desperately to get his attention. Mickey tried to speak up but couldn’t. “I was trying to warn you! If you set me free, you’ll take my place! The lamp must always have a genie!”

Mickey understood what was happening now. He was going to be the new genie. ‘This is what I deserve for being the nice guy.’ He felt his chest inflate more. Looking down, they looked familiar. This wasn’t just inflation; he was growing tits. He felt his shoulders get slimmer; he was shrinking, too. He watched as his arms shrunk and grew more feminine. His hands also grew slimmer and more delicate.

“Yes, become the genie of the lamp.” His mind told him.

“And the genie must be female! It will change you if you don’t fit its standards.” False shouted over the roaring.

Mickey managed to shout back through the noise. “Yeah, I noticed!” His voice sounded more feminine now, higher and seductive.

He felt the rest of his body. To his fears, his hips were growing wider. His jeans were getting tighter as a result. Reaching lower, his thighs were also getting more expansive, and his jeans were tighter still. Back up to his newly budding breasts, he cupped what was currently there. It felt good. No more significant than a grapefruit now, but he could feel them getting heavier by the second. He dared to pinch at his nipples through his shirt. “Aaaaaah.” He couldn’t hold back his moans. I suppose it was her moans now. ‘No, I’m still a man.’

Feel this pleasure every hour of the day. His mind was against him now.

His penis was rock hard in his already very tight pants. He couldn’t take it anymore; he had to set it free. He managed to unzip his jeans and let it fly. The relief was unreal to him. With one hand, he touched his throbbing dick while the other toyed with his budding breasts. Maybe being a genie wouldn’t be so bad.

He felt his dick start to shrink in his hands. “No!” He managed to shout this through all the smoke, making him cough. He had to get one more jerk off with his manhood before it disappeared. He desperately stroked while he pinched his nipples, bigger than they were before. He reached underneath his shirt for direct stimulation. It felt even better than before. “Oh my god,” he said in hushed tones, trying not to inhale too much smoke. It felt so amazing.

Succumb to the pleasure. He was close now.

His dick was still shrinking, though, so there was no time to waste. Stroke after stroke after stroke. All the while, he completely ignored how wide his hips were getting, how wide his thighs were becoming, just how large his breasts were swelling, and that his ass had begun to grow as well. His balls were receding into his body, forming what could be seen only as a pussy. He could feel them receding, and it only added to his pleasure.

If you cum now, there is no turning back. He wanted this. No, she wanted this.

Finally, it was time. He felt he could cum. He stroked faster; he fondled more furiously. Then, he came. It was the best cum of his life. He felt it in his dick, his breasts, and his new pussy. He panted furiously. His arms fell to his sides, his legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. He looked down at himself. It was too late. He had breasts, and his thighs and hips were wide; he reached around to feel his ass and found it was plush and fat, and his dick was replaced with a pussy. He wasn’t a man anymore.

She gave in. “I’ll be your genie,” she said aloud to that voice in her head, accepting her fate. That was it. She was too far gone to go back now. Her breasts sat a supple E cup, her hips and thighs were bursting from her pants, her ass looked like those famous pornstars, and her body looked everything a genie should. Seductive.

“No! NO!” False shouted from outside the smoke. She tried to barge in, but there was an invisible barrier around it.

Her jeans exploded into shreds. Her shirt ripped and burst to pieces. Her boxers were still tight on her body. She pulled them with her claws, exposing her new pussy to the smoke. Her red/orange fur was now fully exposed to air. She spread her arms out wide and opened her mouth. More smoke poured inside her body. Magic glowed around her breasts, and a yellow top with gold tassels magically appeared. It still left nothing to the imagination, with plenty of cleavage showing. Magic glowed around her groin, and a bottom appeared. Hers had a skirt that draped over only her pussy and ass crack. The wide

The column of smoke cleared, revealing Mickey, newly transformed into a genie. False gazed at her in horror.  Mickey fell face-first onto the floor, her breasts cushioning the fall. False knelt in front and tried to pick her up. She couldn’t; she was too weak.

The lamp started spewing smoke again. It surrounded Mickey. “No! Go away!” She tried to fan it away with her hands, but nothing would stop it. The smoke covered Mickey, leaving her out of sight. The smoke began to recede into the lamp. False got up quickly and ran towards the light. She shoved one of her digits into the hole, which was scalding. She pulled it out in pain. The smoke was nearly halfway back in now. She tried to stuff a kitchen towel into the hole, but it instantly burned into ash.

As the smoke vanished into the lamp again, there was silence. No roaring, no screaming, TV noise. Just False’s whimpers. He had set her free and had paid the price. There was nothing she could do. Wait, she could keep the lamp and say hello every day. Not let anyone else use him for wishes, not even her. She grabbed the lamp and held it tight in her hands. She hugged it. The lamp glowed so bright it was blinding. False had to close her eyes. She felt the lamp disappear. When she opened her eyes again, the lamp was gone.

Meanwhile, back at the Bazaar, the snake salesman is packing up for the day. He had successfully sold all of his bracelets and necklaces for that day. “Well then, two more days of this, then it’s on to the next location. I wonder if the hot tub at the hotel is as nice as I am told.”

There was a thud underneath his stand. “Oh?” He bent over and looked for the source of the thud. “Well, well, would you look at that.” The thud was the lamp. It had teleported itself back to him. “That was fassst. I suppose I am stuck with this lamp after all. Hahahahahahaha.” He chuckled to himself evilly.  

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