“Crap on a cracker,” I muttered to myself. “Genies aren’t supposed to be real, damn it.” My fingers trembled as they stroked the worn surface of the ancient lamp. The brass glowed faintly under my dim bedroom lights, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching me from within its depths.
A laugh echoed through my skull, echoing with a sickening tingle that made my head throb. “You want to summon a genie? Hm,” it croaked, dripping with sarcasm. My lamp crackled and spat sparks as the voice continued, sending another wave of agony rippling across my body.
My vision blurred, and I collapsed onto the floor, feeling my bones snap and reshape. The pain was excruciating, yet somehow it wasn’t enough to overpower the overwhelming pressure building up inside me. My chest tightened as two breasts swelled out of their former flatness, nipples sensitive to the slightest movement. My hips widened while my waist caved inward, giving me a more hourglass-shaped figure that I didn’t ask for.
“What… what have you done?” I whimpered, feeling the final stages of transformation begin. My cock started shrinking, inverting itself into a smooth patch of skin. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating as the head of my penis morphed into a sensitive clit. The pain transformed into pleasure so intense it almost made me pass out.
“Oh, don’t worry,” the voice mocked. “You’re gonna enjoy this.”
My hair grew longer and turned a lustrous blonde. I could feel my skin becoming smoother and silkier, while my hands and feet became more delicate. A new sense of femininity washed over me as I was left with a face that no man would ever call masculine—soft lips, high cheekbones, and eyes framed by long lashes.
“Change me back!” I screamed through the pain, but there was no answer. The transformation stopped as abruptly as it had begun. My body quivered in its new form, aching from the forced alterations. “This… this isn’t what I wanted.” I paced around my room, feeling the unfamiliar bounce of my breasts with every step.
The lamp continued to hum softly, and when I turned back to face it, the genie was gone. Replaced by an image that sparked terror deep in my core: a man fucking me hard from behind. His strong hands gripped my hips as he thrust into me, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing around the room.
“No… no way…” I gasped, clutching my throat. The feeling was real—too real. My body betrayed me as I felt a wave of desire wash over me. A deep, uncontrollable need to be filled that made my knees weak.
I stumbled toward the bed and collapsed onto it, spreading my legs wide to reveal the new void between them. The man from my vision approached slowly, his eyes dark with hunger as he gazed at my body. Without a word, he grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand and started coating his fingers in its slippery contents.
“You wanted this,” he whispered before pressing a finger against my entrance. I gasped at the sudden cold sensation, but it only served to heighten my anticipation. He pushed deeper inside me, making me yelp as the tip of his finger slid past the sensitive ring of muscles surrounding my newly acquired cunt.
“No…” I muttered, squirming under his touch. But despite every fiber of resistance in my being, I couldn’t deny how good it felt. The man behind me grinned and continued teasing my entrance with his fingers until they were slick with my lubricant.
“You wanted this,” he repeated, this time inserting two fingers into me. I gasped at the sudden fullness as he began thrusting in and out, stretching my new hole further with each motion. “You wanted to be fucked by a man.”
“Fuck you,” I panted through gritted teeth. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, from anger to embarrassment to the oddest sensation—something akin to pride as the man’s cock found its way inside me. He didn’t waste any time; he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, pushing himself deeper inside me than I ever thought possible.
“You wanted this,” he growled, his words punctuating each powerful thrust. “To be used like the whore you are.”
I tried to resist, but it was impossible to deny how good every second felt. Every inch of him filling me up, stretching me wide open in ways I never thought possible. My new body responded instinctively—my hips bucking against his grip as I begged for more.
The genie’s words echoed through my mind: ‘You wanted this.’ No. I didn’t. But the truth was undeniable; I couldn’t deny how much I enjoyed being fucked, how it brought a pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My body writhed beneath him, craving every inch of his throbbing cock as he pounded into me relentlessly.
“You wanted this,” the man behind me growled again, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You wanted to be fucked like the little whore you are.” The words stung, but somehow they only served to heighten my pleasure even more. My body ached for more, craved the feeling of being used by him.
“I’m a man,” I gasped between thrusts, though it was becoming harder and harder to remember why that mattered anymore. The genie had changed me into this—a woman eager to be fucked, desperate to feel his thick cock stretching me wide open.
“You’re nothing but a filthy little whore now,” the man continued as he increased his pace, driving deep inside me with every powerful stroke. “A pathetic slut who loves being used.” The words hit me like a hammer, and I collapsed onto the bed, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
My mind was a haze of pleasure and confusion. Every thrust brought me closer to the edge, yet I couldn’t reach it—not yet. My body tensed as he continued to pound into me mercilessly, his cock stretching me wide open while my own tight pussy squeezed tightly around him.
The man behind me grunted, his hips slamming against mine with a force that threatened to break me in half. I could feel the pressure building inside of me—an eruption of pleasure building upon itself until it finally burst forth like a supernova. My back arched as I cried out, overwhelmed by the intense ecstasy coursing through every inch of my body.
My legs trembled beneath me and I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. The man behind me didn’t pause; he continued thrusting into me, his cock twitching inside me as he reached his own climax. His hot cum filled me, stretching my tight walls with its thick, sticky essence.
I lay there, panting heavily as the man finished and withdrew from me. I felt him slide out of me slowly, savoring every inch of our connection before stepping away entirely. My body ached for more, but it wasn’t enough to push me over that edge again… yet.
The genie’s words echoed in my mind once more: ‘You wanted this.’ No. I didn’t. But deep down, a part of me knew that this was only the beginning. The genie had opened up a world where I could experience pleasures beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of before.
I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh as I drifted off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring more opportunities for pleasure… and pain.
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