Dude, look what I found!

by Alex Anders

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

Added: Mar 2022 Updated: 26 Mar 2022 4,541 words 7,381 views 4.4 stars (8 votes)

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“Dude, look what I found!”

“Duuuude!”

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!

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’.”

“Exactly.”

“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?”

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.

“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.


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.

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!”


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.


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?

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