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Ice Cream Genie
🕑 Added 2022-04-25 09:44:23 +0000 UTCJay had been in a nearly endless funk, namely one that had lasted the last few months. His last relationship had effectively exploded in his face when she had left him for some ‘Chad’ as he mentally called the dude. He had been trying to find anything to distract himself, having cycled through art, writing, gaming, reading, and several other hobbies until he had landed at today’s task. Antiquing. He was at his third flea market and was already starting to grow bored. The only interesting things he’d found so far had been some retro games, a vintage poster for the original Wolfman movie, and was now looking at a bunch of ancient looking pottery. The oil lamp looked nice, if a bit dusty, at least. Picking it up, he figured it would at least make a decent center piece for D&D nights if he ever had people over again.
Once back at his car, he started loading his purchases into the trunk, the scrawny munchkin of a wolf was over burdened even with his meager haul. Before putting the lamp in though, he paused to wipe it clean from the dust that covered it, not wanting to let it make a mess in his trunk. As he did so some liquid sloshed from within, and so he had to have it ride on the passenger side floor, just to make sure it didn’t spill whatever is inside. Giving it one last good rub, he set it down, taking his own seat.
"So where we headed?" a voice asked him and Jay looked over in alarm. In his passenger seat sat a mouse boy, lamp neatly secured between his paws as he buckled himself in, the seatbelt sinking curiously far into his body, like he was made of marshmallow. He certainly looked it, having the widest ass of any guy Jay had ever seen and plush curves more appropriate on a woman. In fact his jeans and crop top were unmistakeably women's clothing. A few things made his real gender clear, though. For starters he was toned to the level of an olympic athlete, despite his apparent squishiness.
The main thing, though, was that the cut of the jeans was doing NOTHING to hide the massive cock reaching almost to his knees.
Jay almost jumped straight out of his seat yanking the steering wheel to the side in the process in a moment nearly crashing his car in shock, barely swerving back to stay stay on the road once he did regain control. “The fuck! The hell are you!? And where did you come from?!” Jay shouted, some absent mind part of him wondering if he should be worried or thankful that the mouse had bothered to buckle up.
The swell of jealousy at the barely taller mouses ‘superior’ elements had to be squashed though.
"I am the all powerful genie of the Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream container!" The mouse called melodramatically. "Unfortunately, you decided to drown your sorrows in bloody antiquing of all things, so I had to transfer. There's still some melted ice cream in the lamp from the move."
The mouse grinned at Jay, his buck teeth looking remarkably fanglike as he stretched wide, "And I can grant you one wish to appease your loneliness. Actually, I CAN grant you as many as I feel like, but if I don't find your wish fun then I'm not handing out a second one."
It took a moment for Jay’s brain to catch up with everything as he tried to process all of this. Maybe playing is safe for now would be for the best. “If wishing we were back at my place with ice cream is considered fun, can we do that then? This feels like a conversation best had while not driving.” Jay asked, cursing his eyes for continually looking at those damned hips and midriff. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the damn mouse knew he had a fetish for daisy dukes and crop tops. Next thing ‘Ben’ would tell him that he could ready his mind. Speaking of, “So, is your name Ben, or Jerry then?”
"Actually it's Par, those two Vermont assholes cut me out. And I -suppose- I can give a lazy freebie for convenience's sake," Par snapped his fingers and they both found themselves on Jay's couch, cartons of ice cream on the table. Par was already sprawled out along the couch like he owned the place, leg hanging over the edge and partially crowding out the wolf.
The wolf rolled his eyes, his irritation evaporating as soon as he saw his coveted peanut butter blast. “Okay, Thank you for that. So, Par, you’re my new bestie until further notice I take it?” Jay asked, walking out to the kitchen to get them both spoons. “Table spoon or tea spoon? I know some people can get picky about that.” Jay offered, holding one of each in hand, fine with either. “How about we enjoy ice cream and you can get me caught up on what’s going on so we both come out of this happy, eh? I’ve likely seen far too many inaccurate genie depictions to get how this works right without your input.”
"Well good news then! I'm really more of an elder god intentionally playing to inaccurate genie depictions as a hobby," Par poofed up his own spoon - a soup ladle - and ate one of the ice cream cartons in a single bite. "That means rather than being made of smoke and getting you shiny things with my connections, I'll warp reality to do whatever. There are no SPECIFIC restrictions on what you can wish for, but also I'm not actually BOUND to granting anything. So I have very little motivation to twist your wishes. I mean I still MIGHT, it depends on the wish."
Jay just hummed in thought, nibbling on some of his own ice cream, taking up a bit of the couch himself. “Well can we start with a generic household overhaul? As an elder god, I presume you have a decent sense of interior design and I have a feeling you actually would like to stick around a bit… or am I wrong in that feeling?” Jay asked, curious as to how he felt so calm with Par admitting point blank admitting to being an entity straight out of Lovecraft. “Also, favorite Lovecraftian creation?” Might as well get to know the cosmic entity that was chilling with him, right?
"Chuck Wizard, definitely, that shit was hilarious," Par said as he waved his hand and the house began to spruce itself up. The apartment became an ultra-modern delight, the kind of thing that costs far more than it looks like it should, with every surface being either white or chrome. The kitchen was enormous and could compete with some five star restaurants... but the interior space otherwise stayed much the same. A couch, a TV, a bed, minimal furnishings but now as a STYLE. "Anyway there ya go. I can stick around for a while by your standards, sure."
Jay Direwolf perked up as he felt like someone was actively liking him for the first time in forever, leading him to something he normally wouldn’t do. He borderline tackled/flopped across the thicc mouse. “Thank you. This is likely the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a long ass time… Anything you’d personally like to do before I throw ideas out?” Jay asked, desprately wanting to make this a friendship more than anything.
"If I did I'd just do them, today's all you big boy. Have a party hat." Par tapped Jay's head and a conical birthday hat grew out of his skull before separating and resting casually on top. "If you're just looking for suggestions, any kind of sex thing that doesn't make the population either crash or explode would be good. I personally know I'm a fan of 'everybody becomes a giant futa' but I also know you're not so eh." The mouse shrugged.
Huming in thought, Jay’s mind jumped in seveal sexually deviant directions, since that’s apparently what the mouse was all about. “How about I list some and you have fun with what you like? Let’s start with beefing up, slimming down, and curvi-fying all women. In addition, lets make the world 30% male, 70% female over the course of the next decade or so. Possibly give them all a bit of height too. Maybe some Alpha Male/Omega Male dynamics in the world where you’re either massive or tiny. Likely 10 tiny dudes to one stud. If we do that, mind putting me at the top of that?” Jay hummed to himself for a moment, trying to think of other things, before snapping his fingers in triumph. “Think you could cook me up a gal good enough to get me out of my funk? I know it’s a big ask, but if you can bend reality, you’re my best shot I figure.”
"Okay see a mostly woman world with you as the prized pick is precisely what I tried to tell you not to wish for without being direct. But if I'm picking and choosing then I can work with this."
The world began to rumble as Par's body seemed to blur, sinking into cracks in space as the mouse seemed to fade into pure change.
"Let's start with the girls. You want 100% amazon density so lets go full amazon! Twelve feet is a perfectly reasonable height for a petite Japanese girl, why shouldn't it be? Of course if I want them to survive at that height, I'll have to adjust physics a bit to allow for giants, but I can't imagine any downsides to uncapping that while giving the entire population an intense muscle lust."
The whole world seemed to smirk as Jay's apartment grew much bigger, resizing itself for the natural heights of the citizens of this new world. The TV flicked itself on to an infomercial, showing a girl visibly growing from an eight foot tall fitness model to a thirteen foot monster of muscle, supposedly thanks to the cheap home gym being hawked by breathy voiced models who looked carved from marble, all bragging about how THIS system doesn't cap out at ten tons like other comparatively priced models.
Jay could only smile, his tail wagging emphatically behind him as he perched on the couch. A couch that was rapidly becoming far too large for his still tiny body. “Par, if I were gay I would kiss you right now.” Jay uttered, completely enraptured with the changes being made to the world. He did have a few comments to add though. “Think you could make the new world’s ‘flat’ head sized or better? Always been a bit of a breast man, ya know?… and since you clearly love ass, let’s make your marvelous rear the golden standard the rest of the world judges by.”
"Hold your horses there! I've still got MULTIPLE wishes to grant from the first batch." Par's voice resounded from all around, "Additional wishes will have to wait until I'm made of matter again. Also if you look closer, those girls already ARE, as the kids say, dummy thicc." Jay found himself floated closer to the TV where he watched the models closely, only to get blown back as a pair of massive titties came OUT of the TV and slammed into his face.
They were pillowy enough that it mostly felt great.
"Right now I'm working on the Alpha Male thing. We're keeping just as many guys as girls so nothing fucked up happens, aaand I'm going to take the 'suggested' ratios as just that, a suggestion. Alphas are gonna be way more numerous just so the poor, horny amazons of the world don't have to struggle to find the two foot dicks they need."
A very human snicker came from Par's aura. "The omegas can be the rich fucks currently in charge. I'm RED for a reason after all. Feel free to beat up Elongated Muskrat for his lunch money at any time."
Jay could only laugh at that, hugging the amorphous ‘entity’ that is Par. The fact that he shouldn’t be able to do so completely lost on Jay. “I love it! Try not lump me in with them though and we can try making a post scarcity world that actually works and isn’t fucked up… you’re oddly comforting when you’re made of not reality, ya know that?” Jay asked, giving the entity known as Par a gentle squeeze to accentuate the point. “I take it you don’t approve of me being a harem king then based on your denials?” He teased, feeling playful and curious to what might happen if he distracted the psuedo mouse at just the right time.
"You asked for a perfect girl. You're damn right your going to be monogamous with her. Mostly monogamous. Monogamesque. Look you can attend orgies together and invite other girls for threesomes, foursomes, or twenty-sevensomes, but there will be no alone time with any other girls and if you try, she'll be getting her own harem. And trust me, you don't want that."
Par smoothly replaced the empty space Jay was hugging with a body pillow of himself, letting his pet work himself out while he actually applied the changes. Given that Jay himself was included in this one, the apartment might actually have some trouble, given that it was shortly to be filled with a fifteen foot tall juggernaut who could tear tanks apart.
Jay tensed up, feeling the changes start to affect him. He wasn't sure if Par had done it on purpose, but it was damn near orgasmic and only growing in intensity. The pillow he was holding was squeezed and rubbed up against as once anemic arms filled with muscles, only to shrink and harden as they grew more dense, only to repeat the action an innumerable amount of times while the rest of him caught up. His clothes suffered, Par finding no reason to keep them properly sized, little more than random scraps surviving, latched desperately to his fur even he grew taller, his height tripling as his knees hit the floor. Were his hands free, he likely would have started pleasuring himself even as his cock became something most porn stars would even find monstrous with balls equally huge. Par had truly pulled through, making him the male world record holder in quite a few ways, putting him squarely on top of the world, even as he was reduced to little more than a man slut from his growth, twitching with a dopey grin as he sprawled back against the couch.
"One more." Par coalesced right onto Jay's lap, bits appearing at a time.
The ass came first, more than thrice as big as its already massive starting size and easily engulfing even Jay's gargantuan cock in an immediate hotdogging. From the ass grew the hips, and the thighs, every bit as overwhelmingly enormous, but stretched out to support a fifteen foot frame that was mostly legs, then pumped up with more muscle than even Jay's new superbody could manage and glazed with a delicate layer of fat to keep them looking feminine.
Long graceful calves came out, terminating in small, delicate paws ending in little pads with fine manicured nails, the kind of feet that couldn't help but stand tiptoe, bringing even the overwhelming curves on display to a superior level of shown off that high heels desperately pursued.
Completing it was a small, delicate, almost featureless and ridiculously tight pussy. Thin, understated lips trying to look delicate.
The disembodied pair of legs pushed a foot against the couch over Jay's shoulder, giving him the classic 'kabe don' in the strangest circumstances possible.
"Waifu's halfway out, last chance for a comment~." Par's voice sounded out, now giggly and far more feminine that it had been, washing over Jay like liquid sex.
Jay had a decent idea of what Par was up to now, and he honestly appreciated it. She, for that's what she was now, had made herself his girl to get him out of his funk. "Beyond saying you're the best? No need to hold back on my account, dear. If you wanna make the second tallest person in the world only come up to your hip, I'm all for it. You're giving me a life worth living, so letting you have fun only seems fair, don't you think?... also, might I add you had excellent taste in clothes before and I'd love to get to rip them off~" Jay held onto her hips, waiting and watching, enjoying everything Par was doing and his heart feeling like it could explode from joy, if one wanted to be sappy.
Par needed shoulders to shrug, so she got to that before worrying about clothes. Abs grew out of the waist two at a time, a rock hard eight pack reaching up much farther than the muscle bellies of most girls. Obliques practically slid out of the bricks of muscle, wrapping around to form a toned back and a thin waist... which promptly bloomed into a pair of enormous lats that really deserved to be called a wingspan... and a pair of massive pecs that put to shame even Jay's own gargantuan muscle boulders.
The only thing he had on the hyper curvy figure was shoulders and arms. The shoulders that sprouted were just a little less broad, a little more feminine despite the mounds of muscle, and the arms, though insanely enormous by any standards that could exist, left that last inch of mass off just so that Jay could still flex for his new girl.
and WHAT a girl, the tits deployed like airbags. A pair of jubblies so massive that it took the world's strongest pecs and back to keep them perky, but perky they stayed, firm, taut, JUICY beach balls slamming right into Jay's face a second time, covering his vision long enough for Par to pop her head back on without anybody noticing.
His face had been feminine enough to start with that now it just completed her look as the epitome of sexy.
NOW Par shrugged, materializing some clothes on her once again, cutting Jay off from his hot-dogging as her massive ass found itself crushed into jeans so tight they had to have been put on by magic... and trapping his head between her tits as a crop-top formed around her, pressing her chest together against his increasingly hot ears and leaving him alone with the pair.
With a chuckle, Jay struggled for a bit, but eventually pulled his head free of his "prison" while exposing the best tits in the world to the air. She might be stronger than him, likely by an order of magnitude or ten if his gut as right, but he was plenty strong in his own right, more than able to easily pull her flush against him, beginning to pepper her with loving kisses. "Ya know, I think I know my first, and likely only wish." Jay had stopped worshipping her for this, his massive hands fitting perfectly around her waist as he awaited her response.
"Was it the pile of stuff I just did? Because that was like five wishes by most standards," Par teased, leaning back against the massive cock for support as she stretched her legs to wrap around Jay's chest, letting him explore her body as much as he wished. "But yeah, let's hear one more hot stuff."
Jay smirked, giving her a playful squeeze. "You said it yourself, those were just suggestions. Suggestions you decided to go through with, since we clearly share a lot of the same tastes. Now? I wish for you to always be mine, and for me to always to be yours." He finished, a sweet, dorky, and all around sappy expression on his face. If Par didn't know it before, they knew now they'd managed to find the world's biggest romantic.
Par tweaked his nose and told him the most important thing for a steel cracking superwolf to hear. "No," she said simply. "You don't buy girlfriends, silly, you RENT them. You provide love and worship [sub]well with this girlfriend you'll be providing worship[/sub] and they'll return the same. Sometimes the market will change and to keep your girlfriend you'll have to provide a lot more for a lot less, but I promise that sometimes the market will swing in the other direction and you'll get a whole lot for something very simple. Besides, you don't really want to be STUCK still plowing this ass in a billion years, do you?"
