Hey! This is a post of my first story. I'll be uploading my backlog for a bit here, so please enjoy this early work.
Contains: One dumb guy, BE, and some incredibly large breasts.
To be clear: Every character is 18 or older. Forgive Justin, he's been held back once or twice.
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Justin Halvech studied the paper in his hand with disgust. The red streaked paper looked more like a murder scene than an English report. A big "41 see me after class" was scribbled in the corner. Justin's hands shook as he seethed, air whistling through his teeth as he breathed. The sidewalk below him paid the price of his anger as heavy footfalls beat it with reckless abandon.
Stupid high school teachers. Always thinked writing is important. Always saying spelling is a key. That grammar matter. That putting words on the pages has any meaning.
His brain spun with these ideas. Justin didn't even go to the afterschool session his teacher asked him about. No one was going to stop the 6'4" Justin Halvech, gym junkie and self-proclaimed hottest guy at school, from going home in the afternoon.
The pavement was continuing to be punished when one of the blocks of sidewalk tilted quickly under the forceful step of the distracted, brutish high schooler. Justin tripped over himself before coming to a stop. Interested in getting back at the annoying piece of concrete, he whipped around only to notice something odd. With the block twisted now, a shiny object now glowed softly from under the slab of mistreated walkway.
Justin leaned in and peered at the object, anger tucked away for now at the sudden discovery of something fascinating. Below the pavement, in a small hole dug for the purpose, was a gold object. Justin took a quick look around at the dead neighborhood before he stuck his hand into the crevice and pulled out a gold-plated oil lamp.
Now if Justin had been any sort of reader or payed attention to things other than himself for once, he would have been very excited. This was obviously a lamp very much like the fabled genie lamp from Aladdin and countless other stories of that nature. Instead, he decided it was not only cool, but would probably be worth a profit once he'd cleaned it up. With that, he tipped the stone back into place, and took off with the lamp. The discarded and crumpled essay was the only piece of evidence he was there, and that too was blown away by the winds.
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Justin did the obvious thing when he returned home, brought his spoils of war back to his room and rubbed the lamp. To nobody's surprise but Justin's, a genie exploded from the lamp. Justin's flabbergasted face was such an amazing example of pure idiocy that it is impossible to describe.
"Hello there good sir, I am Rymur," said the massive swirling green person, "genie of the lamp and server of the one who woke me." Justin kept making that meme worthy face as the silence stretched on far too long. "And your name, sir?" asked the genie with a look that while still smiling and cheerful basically read: "Great. Another weirdo to deal with."
Justin managed to pull himself out of his own look of shock to say, "I'm ... uh ... Justin ... Justin Halvech."
The genie then gave him the whole spiel and it seemed that with every word Justin's grin grew bigger and more sinister. He giggled to himself. THREE WHOLE WISHES were under his control and they would be the best three wishes his feeble brain could think of, that's for sure. In what may seem like a break in character, Justin began a plan for his wishes. It wasn't that Justin never put in any effort, it's just that he never put in effort to things he didn't think were important. Weight lifting? Important. English? No one cares.
Justin turned to the genie, plan in mind. "Alright, I want every girl who see me to fall in love with me instantly," he declared, pointing at the genie triumphantly and wearing a smile of pure unadulterated giddiness.