Author note:
Hello dear reader, I'm happy you stumbled upon this first installment. I hope to make this a series with many installments exploring different fetishes. Some mild, some extreme and some weird ones as well. So fair warning for the future. I hope you will enjoy this story!
This story contains excessive size, cum inflation and transformation.
Chapter 1: Desires to be filled
It was a late night for John Darcy as he returned to his apartment block just outside the city. A tough and unfulfilling day working at the office was all it was for him. His boss was the most ungrateful, if the not the most awful, person he ever met. Demanding work that would take weeks in just a day or two. It frustrated John to the point of physical and mental pain. If he even had the opportunity to do or wish whatever he could do to anyone, he probably would. He wouldn't be working anymore. He would have all the money in the world, or better yet he would have anything so he wouldn't have to buy anything anymore. Thinking about the endless possibilities, John let his fantasy run wild, even to the point of some more carnal desires. Almost forgetting he was outside in public still, he shook his head and looked down to check.
Good, no hard parts are sticking out. I almost went there...
He thought to himself. A few steps later he crossed the street to get to the apartment door.
Turning the key a breeze of cool air rushed him inside. Walking to the elevator he noticed a sign: 'Out of order'. Luckily his apartment was on the second floor. He went up the stairs and once on the second floor he turned left. At the end of the hallway he saw his door and spotted a package in front of his door.
Huh? I didn't order anything?
He picked up the package. On the outside was a small marking on the brown wrapping paper. John recognized an omega sign. He looked at all sides of the package, but couldn't see anything that indicated an address. He didn't think much of it and unlocked his door and entered his apartment.
Standing in his living room, he put the package on the table and went to the kitchen. He couldn't think or function anymore without at least eating something. He quickly warmed up some leftovers and sat on the couch. He quickly ate it and burped in satisfaction. He was curious about the package, but his animal brain did a number on him. He was frustrated and horny to boot. He just couldn't resist it. He felt the fabric of his underwear tighten. Rubbing his growing erection, he undid his belt and removed his shirt.
Ah, much better.
When home, John was quite adamant (to himself) about not wearing any clothes except his underwear. It felt freeing and being the horny animal he was, he just couldn't go a day without touching himself. He knew it was weird, he also knew the types of porn he jerked off to was probably worse and most would deem it pretty fucked up the things he jerked off to. In his underwear he finally looked at his own bulge, he wasn't full mast, but a prominent bulge was visible. John was happy with his size at 6 inches, but wished that he was longer and bigger. Far longer and far bigger. Whipping out his dick from his underwear, he stroked his shaft slowly, moving up and down. In his periphery he noticed the package from before. Although, horny as fuck, he was too curious now to let the package sit on the table. He put his dick in his underwear again and picked up the package.
He shook it. Something heavy was in it. He picked up the knife he used for dinner and cut some rope and tape of the package. Undone from the wrapping a wooden box was underneath it. It didn't seem to have a lock and he opened the lid. Inside was soft packaging and in the middle he saw what he could only describe as a something you would see in the movie from Aladdin. It looked like a genie lamp. Picking it up from the box he looked at it closely. It was inscribed with something, but they didn't seem like Arabic or any known language. It didn't even look like a language. He put it on the table and put the box aside.
Wow, I can't believe it. It really looks like a wishing lamp.
But, who would even put it in front of his door. Was it really for him? He searched the box one more time and found a note. It said:
To the lucky person who find this package and dares open it. I
wish
you the best with this. May your wildest dreams come true. The best of the world,
- V. Locket
V. Locket? Who could that even be?
John couldn't think much more of it, but the little note did indicate for him at least, that it could be a wishing lamp.
So... Do I rub it?
The question was soon answered as he rubbed the lamp and smoke started to come out of the lamp. It was green and started to thicken. He almost couldn't see anything for a brief moment when the smoke suddenly receded and formed across his table in front of him. A small curved figure appeared before him. A beautiful woman dressed in what John would describe as middle eastern clothing, rose up. She had a see-through veil on that covered her hair. Dark green hair and a slight tinted complexion completed her look. She had firm but small breasts and some curves. She was probably between 5'5" and 5'7". He gaped at her as the smoke completely vanished and she stood there and opened her eyes.
"I am Farina, the genie of the lamp of Ostisis. You have awakened me from my slumber and commanded me to appear. You are my master and I serve you. What desires does my master need fulfilled? What is thy wish?".