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As you opened the last of your gifts, you were surprised to see one final box tucked in the back behind the tree. You didn’t remember getting a gift from anyone else, and when you looked over the strange box, there was no sender's name on the tag. It seemed innocuous enough, and it was a holiday gift addressed to you. It would be a waste not to open it!

Ripping through the wrapping paper, you found an ornate, wooden box. It looked expensive and old, something that definitely stood out among the other gifts you received. Carefully opening up the box, you were surprised to see a fancy lamp tucked inside. The lamp looked used, but the wear and tear on it did not detract from the elaborate and decorated designs on the side of the golden container. There were blood rubies along the handle that could likely gleam in the light if you spent some time cleaning off the sand and dirt. It looked like something that belonged in a museum, and for a moment, you wondered if this was really something you should own.

However, when you picked up the lamp, you were startled by an outpouring of blue and gold smoke. The fog billowed out from the spout of the lamp, filling up the room with far more of those acrid fumes than the lamp could have contained. Coughing roughly from the gas, you waved your hands around in an attempt to clear out the space so you could see clearly. As the smoke began to dissipate, you focused on the imposing figure hovering before your very eyes. Before you could even register what was happening, the smoky figure began to speak to you, introducing itself as a genie.

“You have freed me from my prison, Master,” the genie rumbled lowly. The voice was low and gravelly, an archaic voice that stroked the back of your mind as the spirit spoke. It was an auditory experience, making the hairs on the back of your hand stand up as you listened to the genie. The deep, vibrating tone made your knees tremble to the point where you had to cling to the countertop to support yourself. The spirit was large, overwhelming to the point where if the genie had a physical, tangible body, it could easily overpower you with a flick of its hand.

“Allow me to show you my gratitude for freeing me. Whatever you wish, Master, I shall grant within my powers,” the genie murmured. The spirit bowed, showing reverence and respect. There was a moment where you caught a glimpse of a light twinkle in the other’s eyes, although you did not give it much weight. It must have been a trick of the light, though, as you rationalized it for yourself. The whole experience was far beyond what you could have even imagined when you touched the antique lamp. Someone of mythical renown possessing powerful, magical abilities? Someone willing to do as you wish, without asking any questions? You couldn’t help but grin at the implications, your mind racing with all the possibilities.

The genie, waiting patiently for your instruction, slowly raised its head to look at you with curious eyes. “Forgive this servant for speaking out of turn, Master. But it seems you have many wishes. Perhaps, if you would allow me, I shall enable three of your deepest desires,” the genie mused.

With a slow nod of your head, the genie hummed with delight at the granted freedom. The spirit’s eyes began to glow a golden hue, a soft chant spilling from their lips as a warm light began to envelop your body.

“My Master is strong. Big. Larger than every man in the room,” the spirit rumbled as the ancient magic began to seep into your body. “No one is bigger than him, no one has more power than him.”

A soft groan spilled from your lips before you even realized what was happening. There was a burning sensation that ran through your body, as if every bone and muscle was worked over again and again. You felt like you had run a marathon, done five workouts, and played in every possible sports tournament all at once. Doubling over from the flashes of pain, you pant heavily as you cry out from the feeling. But just as quickly as the magic overtook your body with pain, you also felt a flush of pleasure shooting through you. It started from your crotch, but quickly spread, until your toes were curling in on themselves and your fingertips tingled with a newfound sensitivity. 

Gasping as you heard a low, ripping sound, you managed to glance down to see your body explode with muscle. Whatever clothes you had on before were stretched to their limits, and the tears and rips in the fabric told you that it could not hold your body back. With each breath you took, it felt like your body swelled up more and more. “W-Wai–” you groaned as you eyed your thickening biceps. There was a sense of power that felt novel to you, as if you could easily crush someone’s head between your forearms with just a single flex. You pant heavily, saliva dripping from your lips as you greedily feast on the growing changes. It was as if someone had attached a hose to your body, inflating you up like a balloon full of air. But a single, simple poke with your thickening fingers confirmed that it was just hard, thick muscle.

Another moan spilled out as you continued groping and squeezing at your body. Your hands blew up to the size of baseball mitts, gloves large enough to palm someone’s face and hold them at bay if you wished. Your fingers fattened up from slim, slender digits into thick, meaty sausages. You smirk at the sight, already chuckling at the idea of your finger slipping into a tight hole and making someone else mewl with need. Dragging your hands over your swelling body, you find yourself naturally cupping your jiggling bosom, only chuckling lowly at the heavy weight that came with squeezing your fat, muscular tits.

Your thumb flicked over your puffy nipples, and you didn’t hold your moans back as your fingertips tweaked at the sensitive areolas. Shuddering with need, you eagerly feasted your eyes on the other changes happening over your body. Barely able to see past the thick, juicy mounds of your pecs, you push down on your bouncing breast to witness the fiery burning sensation on your stomach. And before your very eyes, you saw six distinct, carved bumps form on your stomach. They bubbled up to the surface, pulling your skin taut over the curves and ridges that came from your new abs. One hand dropped down to trace over the ridges carefully, your cock twitching at the smooth bumps beneath your fingertips. It had always been a dream of yours to have a six-pack this defined, and now it had happened in just a mere second. Between the light, glancing touches, you watched as a firm V-line began to carve itself into your skin. It offered up clear, distinct lines pointing down towards your crotch, the envy of any man if they pulled their pants down low enough.

Following the growing changes, your other hand slipped down to wrap a firm grip around your cock. With your juicy chest obstructing your view, you resolved to touch yourself as you rode out the waves of magical pleasure. Even if you were not able to witness it, you could feel the changes beginning to cause your cock to swell. Despite already being rock hard from the muscular changes you saw before, your cock continued to lengthen and swell up, as though it was only half-chubbed. You shuddered from the delightful feeling, your eyes rolling back as the girth of your member thickens significantly. What was easily dwarfed in just one of your meaty paws quickly grew to a sizeable weapon, packed between your thighs. You let both of your hands fall to grope and stroke at the lengthening pipe, needing both to help support the weight of your fat dick. Moaning as your fingertips teased along the underside of your cock, you grunt as you feel your flared cockhead burp out a few droplets of precum. The slick, sticky feeling coated your fingertips, providing additional lubrication to the otherwise warm friction between your hands and the girthy pipe. 

You heard the wet splurts of precum dripping down onto the floor and along the insides of your thighs. And while you figured you would have a messy cleanup afterwards, you weren’t bothered in the slightest. The cummy mess was all worth it if the genie was granting your deepest desires to become big and muscular, and hot. As if confirming your true desires, your legs began to thicken and swell up in turn. Your thighs felt fuller than you remembered, and when you felt the inner thighs rub against each other, you could already see your future of waddling around like the big, beefy man you were always meant to be. Lines of muscle became more defined beneath your skin, with massive quads and diamond-hard calves that screamed of all the power contained in your lower half. When your feet burst out from your socks, you could only groan with relief at the unrestricted feeling. You wiggled your freed toes, enjoying the feeling of upgrading your shoe size as you positioned yourself into a firm and steady stance to maintain your balance. When you shifted your weight around, you felt heavy and dense, like years of muscle and growth were packed into your compact frame.

As if hearing this slight concern of yours, the genie’s eyes glimmered, and it snapped its fingers once more. All of a sudden, your spine began to crack and lengthen, stretching you out until you gained several more inches. The new vantage point was dizzying, and your muscular arms shot out to steady yourself with the countertop as you towered over the smoky entity. Staring down at the genie, you realized you had a better view of your muscular frame, and the added inches certainly helped add to the intimidating, overpowering aura you had always hoped for.

“My Master’s second wish shall proceed as such. He shall have all the power and masculinity that is befitting for someone of his size, and he will show this through a thick fur coat and a pelt damp with his sweat and musk,” the spirit continued as it gazed back up at you with a glimmer of satisfaction in its eyes. 

Before you had the chance to stop the genie or ask him what was going on, another wave of magic pulsed straight through your body. This time, it seemed primarily centered on your balls, and you could only grunt in surprise as you felt the swinging sack between your elephant-like thighs begin to swell and drop even lower. Taking on a wider stance so you would not crush your own sack, you growled as you felt pure, unfiltered testosterone flood through your body. What was once painful and pleasurable soon became a feeling of discomfort, and you scratched idly at your skin as you waited. And as if on cue, curls of hair began to spring forth all over your body.

It was like watching the breeze blow through a field of grass, with a shimmering wave that caused fresh hair to grow all over your body. It was a light but generous dusting everywhere, although the magic seemed to focus primarily on your face, your pits, your chest, and your privates. Rubbing at your jawline and cheeks, you could feel the beginnings of a beard and moustache beginning to thicken into something fuller and richer. From what you could tell, it felt like something that you had been growing your entire life. You glanced down as your cock and swollen balls were covered in a dense forest of hair, and the itchiness between your ass cheeks confirmed the same thing around your hole.

As you raised your thick biceps to flex, you caught a whiff of your musk from your pits. What used to be smoother and shaved curves of your skin was quickly overtaken by a thick mat of hair. It grew and spiraled out from the skin, trapping up any bits of sweat to make a nice mat for you to force someone’s face into. You shuddered at the thought, your swinging cock already leaking out some more at the idea of having someone buried up in there, worshipping your growing body in its fullest.

“My Master is in control and in charge of things. He is dominant. He is overpowering and unstoppable. When he desires something, he shall have it.”

As if speaking it into existence, you groaned as you felt an influx of thoughts spilling into your otherwise temperamental personality. You had been agreeable and easy to talk to. But like an earworm wriggling its way into the depths of your mind, you felt those thoughts shift into something more demanding and controlling. Why did you have to accommodate others? Why shouldn’t people listen to you instead? Things were far easier when you called the shots, when you were in control, and when people submitted to you. A cocky grin found itself forming on your lips as you eyed the spirit with a confident gaze that almost viewed it as something lesser than you.

In an instant, with your newfound strength and speed, you darted forward to grip the genie’s throat. While you had expected your fingers to pass through air, you were pleasantly surprised to find that there was something minuscule and barely tangible for you to hold onto. Not one to let the moment pass by, you kept a firm grip on the core of the spirit and brought it close to your changed body.

“I don’t remember having desires like that. Have you been changing me how you saw fit? These are your desires for me, not what I wished for myself,” you growled as you saw through the genie’s tricks. The spirit’s glowing eyes widened in surprise at being caught, and if it was an actual person, you were sure that you would have seen the flicker of fear in those golden eyes. But instead of reprimanding the genie, you only brought your arms up in a firm flex. You grunted as you watched the peaks of your biceps harden once more, showing off the dense, packed muscle that could easily crush the spirit, whether it had a physical form or not.

“More,” you growled as you pressed the genie’s half-tangible face up against your sweaty pecs. You smirked at the sight of the spirit moaning and panting over your body, over something that it made in the first place. “Grant me more wishes. Turn me into the thing that you desire most, you little slut,” you hissed as you watched the genie struggle to pull away from your firm grip. Even in its smoky form, there was enough for you to grip and hold in place, and you weren’t planning on letting go anytime soon. “It’s the least you can do for doing whatever the fuck you wanted. Who would have guessed I released such a whorish genie?”

For a while, all you could hear was the wet, sloppy pants as the genie struggled between those two, delicious mounds of fat and muscle. While there was no saliva to coat your hairy chest, you were certain that the spirit would have eagerly slobbered over your tits if it could. Still, the genie managed to pry its head away from worshiping your musky muscles, only staring up at you with a dazed expression.

“I wish… for my Master to become the beefiest, Arab daddy there ever was. Someone to be my lover and care for me and use me as he pleases…” the genie whispered.

There was the familiar outpouring of magic that rushed through your larger frame, although this time, it was accompanied by a feeling of reverent awe. You smirked as you leaned your head back, letting the magic overtake you and change you once more as you relished in the fact that the genie had learned its proper place in your dynamic now.

Years began to form on your face, changing your young, youthful visage into something more mature and experienced. What dominant, cocky feelings you had swelling in your chest before slowly molded into something far more stoic and calm. You didn’t have to prove your strength and power anymore; you’ve had years to do so. Instead, you approached your lovers with a steadfast assurance in yourself. Your words were like commands; they carried the weight of both your experience and your resolute determination. All the years you had missed began piling into your mind, filling in the gaps of a life you never had. You were a powerful, commanding daddy, with both the financial expertise and the knowledge to get what you wanted whenever you wanted.

The hair coating your body began to thicken and darken, until it became a nice, black mat of fur that contrasted against your sun-kissed skin. Years of tanning and working out shirtless under the sunlight darkened your skin into a healthy, vibrant tan. It was something that you were particularly proud of, and memories of yourself roaming around on your back porch butt-naked filled your stuffed head. You recalled the lewd whistles and cat calls from others as they savored the sight of your sweaty, tanned body, and you eagerly ate up every last compliment.

In the meantime, your past began to mold and shift into something more akin to a different country you called home. You had moved here at a young age, hoping to make a name for yourself, and your mind was flooded with experiences of life as an immigrant. Whatever hardships and struggles you triumphed over in the past paved the way to the successful, Arab businessman you are now. You groaned with the influx of information being dumped into your head, and as you let the implanted memories solidify into your truth, you could feel the tongue in your mouth grow thicker and fuller. Whatever thoughts you had were slowly translated into the Arabic language, until you spoke and thought primarily in your mother tongue. English was just a second language that you learned as a means of advancing your career, but it was one of many languages that you could speak fluently now. Even as you addressed the mythical genie, there was a thick accent that coated your words.

“So this is what you wanted,” you growled as you yanked the genie’s head back, only guiding it over so you could stuff it up against your sweaty pits instead. The spirit moaned once more, its intangible body seeming to solidify into something more firm and heavy for you to grip onto. “A hot, beefy Arab daddy for you to worship and slobber all over. For you to be a lover for.” The genie couldn’t say much in response, only mumbling out something with its lips pressed against the curves of your armpits. What you managed to make out was something about a ‘fat ass.’

As if it were some final act of rebellion, you groaned as you felt your backside begin to plump up and fatten in a way that jutted your hips forward. Low, heavy moans spilled out as you could feel your previously flat bottom bloom with both a healthy portion of fat and muscle. It was something that would strain your suit pants, a struggle you faced every morning before heading to the office for work. And as the jiggling cheeks continued to plump up to the point where you were sure people would fixate their sights on either your fat ass or heaving pecs, you growled once more as you pulled the genie away to glare at the magical creature.

“No more changes. You don’t deserve this. To get to savor a body that you sculpted to suit your own needs,” you growled. The genie could only whimper apologetically, in an attempt to soothe your flaring annoyance at its disobedience. “Seems I’ll have to show you where you properly stand in this relationship. Now, you'd better make yourself a body that I can drive this thick cock into. Something with lots of stamina and plenty of room to dump all this hot, thick seed inside of. Or I’ll be sure to stuff you back into that lamp and send you far away from here.”

The spirit shuddered as it quickly formed something more corporeal, the rest of the smoke dissipating in a whirlwind as the lamp sucked up the rest of the ethereal essence. Stalking after your slutty lover’s juicy body towards the bedroom, you couldn’t help but pause to look at yourself in the hallway mirror. You smirked as you savored the changes to your new life; while this wasn’t what you had expected, you certainly couldn’t complain about getting something truly delightful. And with a magical, hungry lover by your side and a body that could get you anyone that you wanted, what more could you ask for?

Now, if only you could get yourself to stop squeezing and rubbing at your own pecs, you could have the whole world at your fingertips...