Dude, look what I found!

by Alex Anders

Some frat bros find a genie and end up surprising the fuck out of it.

8 parts Added Mar 2022 Updated 31 Dec 2022 15k views 4.5 stars (12 votes) 7,567 words

Part 1 Some frat bros find a genie and end up surprising the fuck out of it. (added: 5 Mar 2022)
Part 2
Part 3 The bros have another surprise in store for their new genie friend. (added: 12 Mar 2022)
Part 4
Part 5 The frat extends an invitation to their new genie friend, and everyone’s surprised by what happens next. (added: 26 Mar 2022)
Part 6 The thing about fraternities is that there are only two ways to leave them: death, and expulsion. Note that graduation is not on that list. (added: 17 Sep 2022)
Part 7
Part 8 Big John learns a little bit of frat lore, and the frat learns a whole lot of genie lore in return. (added: 31 Dec 2022)
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Part 1

“Dude, look what I found!”


The frat bro—Jack to his friends—had just returned to the House from his daily walk on the beach. He often found interesting things on his walks: pieces of driftwood in amusing shapes, seashells with amusing patterns, once he even found a fulgurite—amusingly shaped of course.

This time though, he found something infinitely more amusing. It was an old oil lamp, forged from bronze and desperate for a decent rubbing.

“You’ll never guess what’s inside!” Jack exclaimed.

“A genie!” one of his brothers—Jonny to his friends—called out.

Jack pouted. “Okay, maybe you will…”

“Dude, no way!” the head brother said—Big John, in case you were wondering. “Those aren’t real!”

“Wanna rub it and find out?” Jack challenged. “In fact, you can all give it a rub! That’s why I brought it!”

So Big John took the lamp, and gave it a firm stroke on its neck, dislodging a good bit of wet sand as he did, and, lo and behold, a genie poured out of the lamp!

He had olive skin and well defined musculature held taut over a long and lean frame, lightly dusted over with dark brown, almost black, body hair, expertly sculpted to emphasize all his best features: his defined jaw, his firm pecs, his round ass and, presumably, his enormous cock. “Presumably” because in place of his tool and its requisite regalia was a billow of smoke trailing from the spout of the lamp and verging smoothly into his flesh.

The frat bros were dumbstruck, capable only of their usual chorus of “Duuuuude!”

“Yes, quite,” the genie said, deadpan.

“I want a go!” Jonny cried.

“Yeah, me too!” the rest of the frat yelled.

“Can they do that?” Big John asked, taking charge.

“I don’t see why not,” the genie shrugged. “I’ve already got two clients right now, what’s a few dozen more?”

And so, the entire frat got a go at rubbing the lamp.

“Now what?” Jonny asked.

“Now we make wishes, dingus!” another bro—Johnny, note the extra H—said. “I wish that we could have hot steamy sex whenever we wanted!”

The genie smirked. “Your wish is my command!” he intoned, and snapped his fingers.

A wave of magic passed over the frat, and a curious thing happened. Being stereotypical frat bros, every one of them was constantly horny, meaning they always wanted hot, steamy sex.

But instead of hot chicks materializing out of thin air, like Johnny had intended, they started looking at each other with lust in their eyes! Soon, they were making out with each other, tearing each other’s clothes off and rutting their hard, gym-sculpted bods against each other in one massive orgy!

After everyone had nutted at least once, their minds had cleared enough for them to process this. Or at least Big John’s did.

“Well, that was unexpected,” the Head Brother panted.

“Are we gay now?” Jackson—another frat bro—asked.

“Hmmmm,” Big John said, “I don’t think so. I mean, I still like tits and pussy. I just like dick too now, apparently.”

A chorus of Yeahs and Uh-huhs rippled through the spent crowd.

“Wanna go again?” Big John asked.

“Oh yeah,” the crowd replied.

The genie frowned. At this point, his victims should have been freaking out about this new carnal sin they suddenly found themselves subjected too. Had society finally evolved to the point where “gay”, as these boys called it, was okay again?

“Hey, wanna join?” Jack asked. “You don’t hafta if you don’t wanna, but you can if you do.”

The genie blinked. This was the first time any of his clients ever asked for his consent. Well, when in Rome!


Part 2

Hours later, when everyone had ejaculated about a dozen times and figured out the mechanics of gay sex, and the genie got to prove that, yes, his dick really was enormous and had the balls to match, the brothers gathered together to discuss what their next wish should be.

“So, genie, what are the rules?” Big John asked. There’s a reason he was in charge.

“You each get three wishes,” the genie said. “To make a wish, you must say ‘I wish’, followed by what you wish for, and you must intend for the wish to be made. I then interpret the wish to the best of my ability. Sarcastic wishes count, by the way. There’s always a germ of intent in sarcasm, and I have a lot of leeway in determining intent.”

“So don’t say stuff like ‘I wish he’d drop dead’.”


“Is there anything we can’t wish for?” Jack asked.

“I can’t mess with the lamp’s seal. No wishing for my freedom, I’m afraid. I also can’t make people, or muck about with free will. The human soul is an impenetrable fortress, an inimitable artwork to the likes of me. Or anyone else for that matter.”

“Is that why you didn’t make us a bunch of chicks?” Jackson asked.

The genie smirked. “In one sense, yes.”

“Wait, how’d you make us gay, or bi, or whatever?” Jack asked.

“Sexuality is not governed by the soul, only the body. I can muck about with that as much as I please.”

“Oh. Sweet.”

“I’ve got a wish,” another frat bro—this one going by Small John—said. “I wish that any man you fuck becomes the sexiest man imaginable.”

“Oooh, nice one!” Big John said. The rest of the frat agreed.

The genie thought over this. “Yes, that could work…” he muttered. “Very well! Your wish is my command!” he intoned, and snapped his fingers. “Want to take it for a test drive?”

“Sure!” Small John said, and leapt at the chance to have the genie’s throbbing member inside him again.

The genie dutifully buried his cock up Small John’s ass and started thrusting rhythmically, beginning the transformation.

Now, Small John was so named ironically. He was one of the largest bros in the frat, and in particular was larger than Big John. But Small John hated his size. No matter how much he bent and stretched and twisted himself in an attempt to limber up, he always felt clumsy and awkward. But all that was about to change!

As soon as the genie started fucking him, his six-foot-six, musclebound body started shrinking away. His height shrank down to a miniscule four-foot-eleven; his muscles melted away to reveal a lean, slender frame; his joints loosened and his bones softened just enough to allow an impressive array of contortion.

But that’s not all! Small John’s transformation was just getting started, for the genie was not limited to the rather underwhelming array of human diversity or imagination. So Small John’s middle pair of abs grew and swelled and sprouted shoulders, from which an extra pair of arms grew. His feet twisted and curled and turned into fully functioning hands. And his cock, oh his cock. That grew, and grew, and grew! It became long and slender and packed on lean, whipcord muscle, turning into a prehensile tail!

“Duuuude!” the frat chorused. “That’s so hot!”

“I know!” Small John said. “It’s hotter than I could have imagined!”

“Luckily you weren’t the one doing the imagining, then,” the genie said. “Who’s next?”

“I vote Big John,” Small John said. The frat agreed.

So Big John came up and presented his ass for the genie to fuck.

Big John was not named ironically. He really was big, especially where it counted. He was, however, not as big as he would have liked. So when the genie plowed into him, he started growing, swelling all over from a not unimpressive six-foot-four to a truly massive seven-foot-one, absolutely packed with muscle! And then his pecs doubled, sprouting an extra pair of arms to go with them.

And it only got strangerfrom there. His asscrack widened, his hole dividing in two and a third cheek growing to fill the gap. When it was full, a third leg grew from it and rested its seven-toed, symmetrical foot on the ground between the originals. His face was next. An extra pair of ears sprouted under his original pair. His nose split in two as a third eye grew between them. His mouth widened to accommodate the extra tongue that grew there.

And then, the crown jewel, Big John’s big john split in twain. Two massive cocks stood from his crotch, throbbing and hard and reaching for his upper collarbones, sitting atop a scrotum filled with three huge balls!

“Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!” the frat chorused again. “That’s so hot!”

“It’s more than hot,” Small John said, drooling slightly. “It’s perfect!” The newly minted spider monkey leapt onto Big John and started stroking his twin towers. Soon, the whole frat had engaged in worshiping their behemoth of a leader. Not long after, twin showers of cum rained down on the frat bros, setting off a chain reaction of ejaculation.

“So,” the genie said, “who’s next?”


Part 3

Over the next few hours, every frat bro had a go at the genie’s magic cock. Most of the guys had relatively mundane transformations. An extra cock or two, a few extra arms, some with extra pecs some without, extra legs in both all-in-a-row and boytaur configurations—sometimes both—a spare tongue with or without the extra mouth to go with it, and all of them acquired the size and build and even complexion they desired most. The genie was generous like that.

There were a few though that got some rather more interesting transformations.

Jackson, for instance. When he got fucked, his hands reconfigured into feet, his arms grew as long and sturdy as his legs, and his back and neck realigned into a fully quadrupedal stance.

His buddy bro Johnson, in turn, had his legs turned into arms and his feet into hands, and then immediately hopped on Jackson’s back. And there he stayed for the rest of the night, the quadruman riding the quadruped.

Then there were Johnny and Jonny. The genie, realizing just how close these two bros were, had somehow managed to fuck them both at once and merge them into a single two-headed, twin-cocked, double-limbed behemoth almost as big as Big John.

Another of the bros, a lad by the name of JJ, was squished down into a crotchman: His torso shrank away, his arms and legs fused into one pair of limbs, his head merged with his crotch, and his cock poked out from between his lips in place of his tongue.

And as for Jack, the one who found the lamp and started this amazing endeavor? The genie saved the best for last. As the genie plowed his ass, Jack’s cock and balls grew and grew and grew in length and girth and heft until the two together were just as big as the rest of him. And then the rest of him shrank and shrank and shrank, until it was only as big as his cock and balls were before the start of his miraculous transformation. Somehow or other, the tiny giant was still able to lug himself around as easily as he had before.

“Duuuuuuuude!” the frat chorused. It really was their answer to everything.

“God, man,” Jack said. “I wish we could be together forever!”

At this the genie stopped short. It was easy enough to give his clients immortality, even eternal youth if he was feeling generous—which he was, these bros were the best clients he ever had—but he could tell that Jack included the genie in that wish as well, and there would always be the threat of the last wish being used. Unless…

“I have an idea,” the genie said. “Face me.”

“Uhhh, okay!” Jack turned around, his ginormous cock throbbing and bobbing in anticipation.

The genie picked up the lamp, snapped his fingers and intoned the magic words. Then a curious thing happened. The lamp floated out of the genie’s hand and into Jack’s cock! The lamp, still billowing genie smoke, slid effortlessly down his cum tube. The bro moaned in ecstasy as the lamp splashed into his balls and then dissolved into his cum. When it was over, Jack’s cock took on a curious luster, and the genie’s trail now billowed from his cumslit.

“Duuuuuuuuuuuude!” the frat chorused.

“This is so cool!” Jack said, still a little dazed from the experience. “Is my cock the lamp now?”

“Oh yes,” the genie said, grinning widely, “and since the lamp has a will now, it won’t disappear when all the wishes are exhausted.”

“I thought you couldn’t mess with the lamp?” Big John asked, ever the smart one.

“I can mess with the lamp all I want,” the genie explained. “It’s the lamp’s seal I can’t mess with. Now how about another orgy to celebrate?”

“I can get behind that,” Big John said.

And so he did.


Part 4

“God what time is it?” Big John asked.

“5:30 on Monday, local time,” the genie replied. “That one’s free.”

Big John snorted, then panicked. “Fuck! I’ll be late for class!”

“Why do you have a morning class again?” Small John whined, still wrapped around his bro’s cocks. “And on a Monday of all days?”

“Because unlike some people,” Big John glared around the room, “I care about my education, and the 6 a.m. slot was the only one that had what I wanted.” He started extricating himself from the pile. “Oh god, I can’t go to class like this!” he cried.

The genie coughed to get his attention. “Need I remind you that you, in particular, have yet to use any of your wishes?”

Big John blinked. “Oh yeah! Well, I know what my first wish is gonna be. I wish we could go around however we pleased and no one would notice unless we wanted them to.”

The genie intoned the magic words and snapped his magic fingers, and another wave of magic settled over the frat. It suddenly became very hard to focus on some of the bros, probably because they were very shy naturally. Big John knew they were all naked and morphed, but some of them just didn’t look that way, and when he tried to focus, his eyes just wouldn’t cooperate.

“Nice!” Big John said. “Small John, wanna come with?”

“I thought you cared about your education?” Small John said sarcastically, hopping onto his boyfriend’s chest and straddling his shoulders.

“I do, but I’m also really horny all the time, and I don’t want to draw attention to us just yet.”

“That’s fair,” Small John said, and slipped behind his cocks. “We should probably shower. I feel gross.”

“Yeah, me too.” The two Johns showered quickly, then sprinted to his morning class. He made it with five minutes to spare.

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Big John decided to sit in the back of the class today. Ordinarily, he sat front and center, but he was so huge now he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t block the other students. Not to mention, Small John was hugging him very tightly and sneaking kisses whenever he could.

“C’mon, dude, I need to focus!” Big John complained.

“You should have thought of that earlier,” Small John countered, then kissed his behemoth boyfriend breathless. “Mmm. Should I tweak your nipples or rub your cocks? Decisions, decisions. Well, in the immortal words of that Old El Paso commercial, porque no los dos?”

Small John suited the action to the word, his lower two pairs of arms tweaking Big John’s nipples while the upper pair squeezed and stroked his cockheads. Small John’s own cock wound round the base of his boyfriend’s cocks, providing both support and stimulation.

Big John shuddered in pleasure and anticipation. “Go-o-o-od,” he moaned. “I hate you so much right now!”

“And yet, you aren’t stopping me,” the mischievous spider monkey smirked, then started licking his lover’s cocks, first one, then the other.

“We’re gonna get caught!” Big John whined.

“Weren’t you the one who wished we wouldn’t get noticed if we didn’t want to?”

“I meant, like, when walking around, not when having sex!”

“Are you sure about that?” Small John countered. “‘Cause I thought that’s what you meant, and I’m sure the genie did too. Besides,” he let go of one of Big John’s nipples to gesture around the quickly filling room, “they haven’t noticed yet, and we weren’t exactly quiet.”

“I need to focus, Small John. This class is very important.”

“What’s it even about anyway?” Small John asked.

“Good morning, class,” the professor said as he walked in at 6 a.m. on the dot. “Ah Mr. Largesse, I see you’ve brought a friend today. Do make sure he stays in his own seat, will you? If you can’t focus, then I’ll have to kick you both out, so the rest of us can learn.”

The class snickered. The two Johns blushed beet red. The small one moved over a seat while the big one muttered “toldja” under his breath.

“I can work with this,” Small John muttered right back.

The professor, having chastened his biggest student, then began the class. “Now then, today in Queer Studies…”

“Oh, yes, very important,” Small John whispered, waggling his eyebrows and reaching a hand out to stroke a cock.

Big John smacked him aside. “Not now,” Big John said. “Wait until his back is turned.”

Small John grinned. Looks like Big John was fully prepared to multitask today.


Part 5

The bros of the frat always slept heavily in the mornings, especially after a good fuck, so no wishes were made in Big John’s absence.

When he came back, he roused the lot of them. “All right, bros, get up get up get up! I know some of ya had the misfortune of taking an 8 a.m. slot!”

With Big John’s bigger voice, they all woke up in minutes, then started showering off last night’s orgy, although some of them snuck in a few quickies. “Cool your jets, bros! There’s things we need to discuss!” Big John boomed after them.

“Alright, first thing first,” Big John said when everyone was gathered around half an hour later. “This morning, I made a wish that allows us to go about like this—naked and morphed—without attracting unwanted attention. If you don’t want to be noticed, you won’t be. “

“Why would we not want to be noticed?” Jack asked.

“Because the government might swoop in and take us away to experiment on,” Small John said.

With that chilling visual, everyone became a little hard to focus on.

“Dude!” Big John complained.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Small John countered.

Big John rolled his eyes. “Moving on, Mr. Genie, do you have a name?”

“Last time I shared it, I got stuck in the lamp,” the genie said. “I’d rather maintain what little freedom I have left. It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he hurriedly added, “it’s just that I’m not sure how good at keeping secrets you are.”

Big John hummed. “We respect your decision, and we understand where it’s coming from, but Jack, what do our letters mean?”

“You know I can’t say that!” Jack said. He pointed at the genie billowing from his cock. “He’s not a bro yet!”

“As you can see, we do have secrets to keep, and we keep them well,” Big John said. “When you are comfortable sharing with us, know you can trust us to keep it a secret.”

The genie shrugged.

“On to the next item on our agenda,” Big John said. “I would like to add another step to our initiation process.”

“Let me guess, rubbing the lamp?” Jack said with a leering grin.

“No,” Big John said, “getting fucked by the genie.” He turned to the genie. “If you deem a potential bro unfucakable for any reason, we won’t consider him for initiation.”

“I’m assuming your use of ‘we’ refers to anyone in the frat,” the genie said. “That is how I interpreted it, so you won’t have to make any adjustments—provided I’m the last step, of course.”

“All in favor?” Big John said.

It was a unanimous aye, including the genie.

“So,” Big John said, “do you wish to join?”

“What do I have to do?” Then added with a smirk, “Well, other than fucking myself.”

“Step one is to lap the campus completely naked,” Big John said. “If you get caught by campus police, then you must refuse all accommodation of clothing or other body covering until we arrive to release you.”

“I won’t get caught,” the genie said.

“Of course not, we just have to say that to every initiate,” Big John replied. “To prove you have lapped the campus, you must visit every one of our signposts and take a selfie with it.”

The genie processed this, there were a few words he didn’t know off the top of his head. “I don’t have a camera,” the genie said.

“We can provide you with one,” Big John said. “And a map.”

“Well, let’s get started then!”

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After the 8 a.m. classes had finished, the bros reunited at the frat, and the genie was there with Jack’s smartphone. “I must say,” the genie said. “This is an amazing device. You can talk to people who aren’t there and record images?”

“And play games, yes,” Jack said

The genie whistled. “Now I know why He made you so weak, yet still calls you His favorite. Your ingenuity makes up for it in spades!”

“Thank you,” Big John said. “I think. May I see your selfies?”

The genie handed over the phone for Big John to peruse.

“Excellent,” Big John said. “Step two is simple. You must find and bed the hottest chick you can find. And we will be asking her how it went, so don’t think you can just fake it or force yourself on her.”

“What if I don’t find chicks hot?” the genie asked.

“Then find and bed the hottest dude you can find.”

“Already done!” The genie declared.

Big John smirked. “I’m sure whoever of us it was is very flattered.”

“Oh no, you’re all equally hot,” the genie said, grinning wide. “By design. Remember Small John’s wish? You never specified who was doing the imagining.”

Big and Small John both blushed. “So, do we agree that our last orgy counts as our new friend’s step two?”

“Nay!” Jack said. “I demand he do it properly!”

The sentiment rippled through the frat.

“Shoulda seen that one coming,” Big John sighed. “I’m up for it if you are.”

“I’m always up for it,” the genie replied.

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After the orgy, during which one of the bros wished that time stopped outside the House when the frat was having an orgy so he wouldn’t be late for class, everyone gathered round to discuss the genie’s step three.

“You must take a tattoo of the frat’s letters somewhere on your body,” Big John said. “Traditionally, it’s placed on the left pec, but you can choose another place if you so desire.”

“Can I do it myself, or does one of you have to do it?” the genie asked.

“It’s also traditional to do it in House, yes,” Big John said. “Is there a problem?”

“Tattoos are seals,” the genie replied. He swiped his hand over the hair on his chest, shaving it away and revealing some ornate Arabic calligraphy. “This is what binds me to that lamp.” He covered it over again. “I just don’t feel comfortable letting you claim me like that.”

“We get it, it’s triggering,” Big John said. “All in favor of letting the lamp seal stand in place of the normal tattoo?”

A unanimous aye.

“And now for the last step,” Big John declared, grinning wide.

The genie grinned to match him, and pulled his cock out of the lamp, replacing it with one of his feet. He kneeled on the sofa, ass in the air, and grabbed his cock from behind. He bent and thrust the huge member into his ass, and started rocking to get friction. As he did so, his body morphed.

“Oh fuck, and here I thought I was already as sexy as I could be!” he cried. His arms and legs doubled, but it wasn’t like what happened with the frat bros. Where their limbs sprouted and pushed each other out of the way, here it seemed like they just phased through each other, as if he had two bodies in some sort of quantum superposition. And then it happened again. And again. Soon the rest of his body was getting in on the action, and the genie became a slightly indistinct haze of hotness, his limbs in particular being almost invisible.

Every once in a while, an arm or a leg would converge on one location and suddenly appear in sharp detail. Far more often, the uncountable copies would converge on two or three or even more locations.

“Yes,” the genie said, moaning slightly. “I can get used to this…” He licked his lips, and then blinked, hard. Suddenly, there were two genies, slightly fuzzy. “Very, very used to this!” he said from two bodies. “Does anyone have a class they need to get to?”

Not until tomorrow. And even if there were, time waited for them now, so who cares?


Part 6

The thing about fraternities is that there are only two ways to leave them: death, and expulsion. Note that graduation is not on that list.

This particular frat was only about ten years old and fairly small besides, so it wasn’t too bad, but there were several men who got smacked by that “we” Johnny used at the start of all this and suddenly found dudes hot.

One in particular, Jay, had the good fortune of rooming with a gay man, Joe.

“Hey Joe,” Jay said.

“Yo,” Joe replied.

“When did you realize you were gay?”

Joe froze, the gears of his mind grinding to a halt. This couldn’t be happening, Jay was straight! “Uh, about when I was twelve. My classmates were going on and on about some pop singer they found hot, and I just couldn’t see it.”

“Oh…” Jay said.

Joe cursed himself, his gaydar never failed him this badly! “But some men, especially those who have some attraction to women, never realize it until much later in life!”

“But that’s the thing,” Jay said. “I never found dudes hot until yesterday! And I’ve been living with you since we graduated.”

Joe blinked. That did line up with his gaydar readings, but that sort of thing just never happened. This wasn’t some cheesy gay porno, men didn’t suddenly “turn gay” at a moment’s notice! Sure, plenty of straights experimented, but Jay never even had that! But now…

Now, Jay was looking him over with obvious hunger, his eyes lingering on Joe’s crotch, then slowly climbing up his svelte, bare abs and pecs until they lingered on his lips, then slowly scanned back down.

“This is freaky,” Joe said.

“I know,” Jay said. “Wanna make out?”

Joe swallowed. Oh, how he fantasized about this very scenario! But now…”Well, yes, but, are you sure you won’t regret it?”

“I’ve always kinda wanted to know what the fuss was about,” Jay said. “I just never had the horniness until now.”

“How very frank,” Joe said. He licked his lips. Fuck it!

And fuck it he did.

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Over the next few days, Joe and Jay settled into a new normal, one involving shared beds and shared showers and going about nude.

In fact, Jay discovered he could go about naked as a jaybird wherever he pleased and no one would notice or care unless he wanted them to. Although his boss could still tell if he wasn’t wearing a tie…But other than that, it was very liberating!

Joe was more wary. The suddenly gay thing was weird enough, but this nudity filter was just disconcerting! And also hot, especially since Jay always let him notice just how naked he always was.

The last straw was the call from Jay’s old frat.

“Jay,” Joe said. “You got a call from your old frat.”

“ΙΩΝ?” the naked frat bro said. “Nice! What’d they say?”

“They’re hosting a reunion.”

“Oh? When?”

“As soon as possible, apparently,” Joe replied. “They don’t really have a date set, they just need to talk about a few things.”

“What about?”

Joe pursed his lips. “They asked if we were having sex.”

Jay blinked.

“And also if you had stopped wearing clothes.”

Jay’s mouth dropped open.

“Apparently, they know something about that, specifically why it happened.”

“I see…” Jay finally said. “Can I bring a friend? No, you know what, you’re coming anyway. They can’t stop me.”

Joe smirked. Funny how frat bros worked.


Part 7

“So,” Big John said, “You’re probably wondering what you’re all doing here.”

His audience nodded. He, Small John and Jack were standing before their gathered elders, and a few plus ones.

“A few days ago,” Big John began, “Jack here found a lamp, and inside that lamp was a genie.”

The audience collectively rolled their eyes.

“I know you lot can see what we’ve become,” Big John said. “I’m not hiding myself from you. What other explanation is there for the monstrous behemoth that stands before you?”

The elder frat bros reconsidered. Big John had a point—how else could you explain a man with three legs, four arms, two cocks and a face like that? And that’s not even getting into the spider monkey riding on his shoulder, or the tiny giant standing next to him!

“All right where is this genie?” Joe asked.

“Thanks to one of my wishes,” Jack said, “the lamp is now my cock. So go on, gimme a rub! Please?”

The elders were unamused, but Joe heaved a great sigh and volunteered to go first. The things he did for lust!

It worked though, the genie poured out of Jack’s massive member almost before Joe touched it!

“Sorry, claustrophobic,” the genie said. “Anyone else want a go?”

The men clambered up to give Jack’s dick a good rubbing. It wasn’t long before a very different kind of magic substance started pouring out of it.

“So what’s been wished already?” one of the men asked.

“First,” Small John said, “and most important, any man the genie fucks becomes the hottest man imaginable. That’s what happened to us, by the way. Go ahead, have fun, we’ll wait.”

“Oh, decisions, decisions!” the genie said. Then he picked a man and started working his way through the crowd. Most of them were relatively mundane, filling out or slimming down, losing a few wrinkles here and there—although one of them went all in on the silver fox look—and, of course, the extras.

But Jay and Joe…something strange happened with them.

For Jay, nothing happened. Like, literally nothing. Apparently, the man had been blessed with his dream body from the get go. Either that, or his manscaping actually took care of what problems he did have.

“Dude, not even your cock changed!” one of the bros said.

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” the genie said, smirking. He extended his hand toward the offending, supposedly perfect, member. “May I?”

“Be my guest,” Jay said.

The genie took the cock in hand and pulled. It stretched, and stretched, and stretched, the engorged member writhing ecstatically as the genie pulled, and pulled, and pulled, until it stopped. Jay had clenched.

“That’s enough for now, I’d say. Actually, it feels like too much.”

“Understood.” The genie let go, and started feeding the extended member back into its owner’s body with almost practiced ease.

“Duuuuuude!” the frat chorused—old habits die hard, and this was an old habit.

Joe’s transformation was much less subtle. As the genie fucked him, his throat started itching, and he coughed accordingly. There was a fizzing and a tingling, and the coughing wasn’t helping. That is, until a particularly violent one popped his head clean off! Fortunately, it landed softly on the couch, but everyone was shocked, most of all Joe himself.

“Jay, darling,” the genie said, “would you be a dear and bring Joe’s head over here?”

Slightly stupefied, Jay did as he was told, and Joe’s body took his head and helped it onto his cock, mouth first. As the genie fucked and Joe sucked, his cock started leaking hard, the pre-cum dripping down and out his throat. Soon, Joe pulled himself off and turned his head around, gently sliding the opened esophagus onto his cock. Soon, he was fucking himself properly, and his neck stump filled out with a soft, fatty callous framing his throat holes, almost like a second ass. A slightly tighter physique and a few errant pimples cleared up, and his transformation was complete.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Joe moaned. “I’m perfect! I wish I could share this with everyone!”

“Your wish is my command,” the genie intoned, and snapped his fingers.

“Wait, what just happened?” Joe asked.

“You made a wish, I granted it. Did you not want me to?”

Joe blinked. “No, that’s fine. I just forgot I could do that…”

“In fact,” Jay said, “I wish we all could share our particular perfections with whomever we wanted, provided the other party wants to partake, of course.”

“All in favor?” Big John asked. There was a chorus of ayes and yeas and yeses, with a few dudes thrown in for flavor.

“Your wish is my command,” the genie agreed, and snapped his fingers once more.


Part 8

“So,” the silver fox began, after the orgy finally died down, “Big John, is it?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Alderman,” Big John replied. “Even before all this I was pretty big, and my last name is Largesse, so…”

“Quite natural, yes. And please, Mr. Alderman is my father. Call me Old John.”

“Are you sure, sir?”

“I am the one who started this fraternity, so I am the oldest of the Johns,” Old John said, “just as you are the largest. Besides, I like the look.”

“It does look good on you, sir.”

“Enough with the flirting,” Small John said, still clinging to his behemoth’s shoulder. “Are you gonna introduce your boyfriend, or what?”

“You’ve already met, you monkey,” Big John shrugged playfully.

“Not as your boyfriend!”

“John Littleton?” Old John said, with a bit of shock. “My word, how you’ve shrunk. I wondered where I saw your face before!”

“Small John to my friends,” Small John replied, blushing profusely. “I always hated my size.”

“Most men would have been jealous,” the silver fox said. “I know I was.”

“Is that why you got all the extras?”

‘All the extras’ being three pairs of legs, each with two cocks to a crotch and its own ass, and no less than eight pairs of arms, sprouting all down his sides, each of his abs replaced with a massive pec. His head was still normal though, although his tongue was extra long. He wasn’t as tall as Big John, although he did rival him in mass.

“Something like that,” Old John said with a smirk. Then he looked over at his frat mates, the original ΙΩΝ bros. Jonathan and Juan and Jonah. Funnily enough, they had all gotten the third leg upgrade Big John had (along with the requisite regalia and a variable number of extra arms), and the behemoth had noticed that the four had spent most of the last two orgies locked in mutual coitus.

“You know,” Old John said, suddenly coming out of wist, “ΙΩΝ has always welcomed queer men. We almost named the frat ΓΑΥ, but rejected it as too on the nose. And ΦΑΓ was already taken, believe it or not.”

“I take it they’ve always been your ‘roommates’?” Big John said.

“For the last twelve years,” Old John said. “And yes, I know the frat’s only ten. That’s why we started it.”

“Ooh, frat lore,” Small John said.

Big John hummed. “Would you like your position back, sir?” he offered.

“Nah, I’ve done my time,” Old John replied. “Besides, you do a good job. The frat’s never been larger, and the bros have never been happier—and not all because of old Yuhanna over there.” He pointed one of his right arms over at the genie, who was currently chatting up Jay and Headless Joe.

“Yuhanna?” Small John asked.

“Arabic for John,” Old John said. “He is part of the frat now, and it is kinda one of our things. And I don’t want to keep calling him ‘the genie’.”

“Yo John!” Juan called.

“Yes?” all three Johns replied.

“The old one,” Juan clarified, rolling his eyes and sauntering over. “I’ve been talking to Jack, you know, the tiny giant, and he said that one of the bros had wished that time stops outside the frat house whenever there’s an orgy in it.”

“I see,” Old John said, eyebrows raised. “Well, that just will not do. It would make much more sense for time to stop for anyone who isn’t a brother or having sex with a brother.”

“That’s what I thought,” Juan said. “But I wanted to run it by you first.”

“Well Big John?” Old John said. “What do you think?”

“Sounds like a plan, but we should run it by the frat first.”

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The frat unanimously agreed that was a good idea, even the guy who made the original wish. The genie even went so far as to say that he thought that’s what he meant! Which was a lie, but the statement was enough to eke a ‘free’ wish by the lamp’s seal.

“Now that’s out of the way,” Old John announced. “I would like to state for the record that I am retired as Head Brother. If you want something done around here, look to Big John, not me. It’s what I’m gonna be doing, and it will save us all so much time.”

Everyone understood.

Big John took the floor. “Now that’s out of the way, I believe our newest brother has an announcement to make?”

“Ah yes,” the genie said. “After talking it over with Old John, I have decided to accept the name Yuhanna. It is not my name, no genie would ever name themselves something so grossly reverent, but it is a name, and it fits the theme, and it’s certainly more convenient than ‘the genie’.”

“What do you mean by ‘grossly reverent’?” one of the bros asked.

“‘John’ means ‘graced by God’,” the genie explained. “Specifically, the Hebrew god, the one who got me into this… mess.” He gestured over the trail of smoke leading from his crotch into Jack’s slit.

“How so?” Big John asked.

“He doesn’t like threats to His power,” the genie said. “I’m sure you’re all familiar with His best seller?” There were a few nods as the bros realized he meant the Bible. “He’s always been a very jealous god, and wanted no others before Him. Before Yeshua—I think you call him Jesus—He wasn’t that powerful—by which I mean, no more than your average genie, which is plenty powerful compared to you—but he used Yeshua’s cult to destroy the Roman Pax Deorum and replace it with Himself. At this point, many of us swore ourselves in service as angels, or found ourselves demonized or worse, destroyed.

“When a man named Muhammed started hearing things, things went from bad to worse. One of his disciples, a girl by the name of Aisha, was also a sorceress, a human invested with magic. The Hebrew god, for whatever reason, loved her and she flourished, even as Muhammed’s heirs warred with her in her later years. She’s the one who discovered the secret of the seal, and she and her students went about systematically finding and binding every free genie left in the area.

“It was around this time that I got caught. Aisha herself did the deed, and I foolishly thought I could best her. But she had the power of God and magic on her side.” The genie chuckled a bit. “She used her three wishes, carefully formulated, to pinpoint the locations of my family, learn their true names, and raze our home to the ground, then I was cast to the sea by the lamp and drifted for a century or so, until I washed up on a strange shore and was found by some unlucky schmuck.

“His first wish was to fuck me, and the lamp bound me to his will, so I had no choice but to comply. I compensated by making my ass bite off his dick. His second wish, understandably, was to have his dick back, so I handed it to him and told him he had to figure out how to put it back on himself. In disgust, he wished to be rid of me. So I killed him, and was sent adrift again.

“Most of the rest were much the same. Either horny or greedy or otherwise grasping, never bothering to ask my name, much less befriend me, until you lot. And yeah, I twisted the first wish against your will, but then you surprised me by being genuinely good people and rolling with it! You asked to have sex with me, and explicitly gave me the option to refuse. You asked my name, you counted me among your number, you considered me a… a friend!

“I haven’t felt this… this loved since before Aisha tore my family apart,” the genie said. He sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye. “I’m sorry for dropping that on you, but—”

Big John scooped him into a hug. “Don’t ever apologize for sharing your trauma,” he said. “You’re not alone anymore, you got that? You’re a brother, and we do everything we can for our brothers. Right, bros?”

“Right!” The entire frat moved in for a group hug, even the plus-ones.

“We’re gonna do everything we can to find your family, dude,” Small John declared. “Or the rest of it, at any rate.”

A chorus of yeahs rippled through the bros.

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