A Wish Gone Wrong
Written rather quickly. The main focus in my head was the last part, the concept of the man having to expose himself, but during the process, the transformation drew itself out over a longer period than I initially planned. Let me know if you liked it or not!
"I want a wish gone wrong."
The genie frowned. From the top of its head to the wisps of smoke disappearing into its shiny golden lamp, it looked every inch of what a genie should be. Which was odd, because Blake couldn't describe it, apart from the way it was bursting with magical power.
"My wishes don't go wrong. I will grant your heart's desire, you know. All you need do is ask."
"Okay, I know that, but..." Blake stretched one arm up behind him to scratch at his neck. "I want something that I shouldn't. I can't go back to my friends and family and tell them I wanted this, because they'll all call me freak and - it'll get me fucking killed."
He sighed. "So if I go back to them and tell them that I wished for one thing but the genie twisted it against me... I'll have an excuse then."
"Hmm." The genie leaned back, crossing its arms. "What, then, is your desire?"
"I want to be a- well, a woman. A really sexual woman, the kind who isn't afraid to get a lot of fucking done. A complete slut."
He laughed, gesturing at his body, tall and thick with muscles. "Fuck, that sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? A guy like me, wanting to be some fuck toy? It's not like I can say I'm a transexual who's been living a lie, because it's just about the sex. No-one's going to accept me if I tell them the truth."
He paused. "Well, maybe some of them will fuck me and then toss me aside."
The genie hummed again, and leaned forward. Its gaze went straight through Blake, leaving the man feeling like every one of his atoms had been examined. "...Yes, this is a thing that I can do. I can transform you from this man's body to a female form, one that drips sex. Your scent will drive all who smell you to the peak of their lusts, driving them to the most carnal of acts. You would be surprised how many men wish the same thing of me.
"Is that truly what you desire?"
Nervously, Blake licked his lips. "There is one more thing... Can you make me a furry?"
The genie's brow furrowed.
"An anthropomorphic animal?" Blake clarified.
"Picture it in your mind," said the genie, sounding a little frustrated.
Blake closed his eyes.
The genie focused for a moment, and then started back with a small grunt. "Oh! Well, there really is nothing new under the sun. People have been wishing for that since the Pharoes. Though, I don't recognise the animal this time."
"That's a kangaroo. So, can you do it?" Blake asked, flexing his feet. His shoes suddenly seemed tight, toes cramping against the ends. There were a few pinging sounds, and suddenly the pressure was gone as his feet as his shoes tore apart. He gasped, toes twitching but still staying bent over as they grew. "It's happening," he breathed.
His heels pushed back into his shoes as his feet lengthened. The stretching bones didn't hurt, but was uncomfortable as his skin tried to keep up. A wave of fur drove the sensation away, creeping along what were becoming paws and leaving pads of skin where they would touch the ground.
Excitedly, Blake struggled to lower his trousers. He got them lowered to his calves before a sudden change to his legs threw him off balance and he landed hard on his ass. By the time he kicked his trousers off, his lower legs had completely changed, shins shorter but thicker with curving muscle to support his long feet. He panted as the fur crept up his thighs, muscles twitching as they grew beneath his skin.
"Oh god, this is amazing!"
"God has nothing to do with it," purred the genie.
The changing man ran his hands over his legs, feeling the curves pushed under his skin by the genie. He pushed his knees together and ran his hands up between his legs, feeling the silky brown fur. There was a slight give under his skin before the firmness of muscle, and as his fingers trailed up to to his groin, there was a new gap beneath his balls.
"That's weird..." he muttered to himself. "Guess I'll get used to is soon enough..."
"You may want to roll over for this next part," prompted the genie.
Blake was puzzled for a second, then felt his buttocks clench, a pain suddenly tugging at the base of his spine. Quickly, he spun to lie on his front, but gasped as his hard cock was squashed on the floor. It felt like someone had a hold on his pelvis, yanking it up and apart. Trying to ease the overwhelming sensation, he thrust his rear into the air, balancing on the pads of his new feet. Something was wriggling along the cleft of his ass, and for a second he thought the genie as taking advantage of his position before realising that he could feel the twitching thing, too.
His new tail drooped down between his cheeks, thickening as it grew. He could feel them moving apart to accommodate it, even as they grew. Groaning, he put his hands on his buttocks, feeling them sink into soft furred flesh. This time there was much more fat, a thick layer for his next lover to grab as they pulled his ass open.
He tried to move the tail, finding paths in his mind he'd never known. The new length of flesh moved slightly as he flexed, sliding side to side. He lifted, and the weight of the growing appendage threw him back.
"Whoa!"
He staggered on new digitarde feet, trying to get used to the massive counterweight sticking out behind him. He could feel how to use it, instincts folding out into movement as he tried out his new lower half. Taking a couple of steps, he felt how the weight forced his hips to sway as it tugged his rear from side to side. "Oh, this is unreal," he breathed to himself. "Those are actually my legs..."
He trailed off, running hands over the swell of his hips. He could feel the strength of his kangaroo muscles, ready to jump, and just how to swing his tail to turn a jump into a long series of bounces.
Blake was distracted when his dick and balls began to tingle. "Oh," he muttered. "Guess it's time to say goodbye to the old guy."
He wrapped one hand around his length, the tip poking out from his fist. It felt sensitive, far more than normal. There was a tension on his testicles, too, and his inner thighs quivered as it built. When the first one suddenly shot up into his groin, it was a punch of relief, feeling so right. The second joined it, and he moaned as he was unmaled. His penis was shrinking down, the head disappearing between his fingers. He let it go as the blood drained out of the withering length, nerves compressing down and becoming more sensitive as it became a clitoris. Beneath it, his empty ball sack gripped tight against his crotch and then split, sending and open desperation to be filled running through him as a vaginal cavity twisted and wriggled into being inside the ex-man.
"A pussy... I've got a pussy..."
He traced two fingers on either side of his new hole, running them through the fur that was growing up. Pushing together caused the lips of his labia to part, squeezing a few droplets of his female fluid out to dribble over his still masculine fingers. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "I've never been hornier."
"Of course not. The aphrodisiac scent has begun, after all."
Blake's head snapped up. "You mean that affects me, too?"
"Well, yes. You wanted sex all the time... so you will want sex all the time."
He released his new sex, feeling the tunnel pulse and contract inside him, wanting something inside, knowing that this compulsion wasn't something that he could resist for long. "Oh... I'm going to be a slut, aren't I?"
"You wished to say you didn't have a choice about your actions. Now, you won't."
"Oh shit."
Blake looked down, realising exactly what he'd done. What he was becoming, as his stomach clenched and slimmed down. The changes seemed to be speeding up, as brown fur sprouted across his chest and his rib cage crunched inwards to give him an hourglass shape. While the muscle in his arms withered away and became slim, lithe things, his chest puffed out, nipples becoming hard little nubs of please at the peak of soft mounds of flesh that heaved and shook with his every motion.
He could feel the last changes creeping up his neck, ready to overtake his head, erasing the person known as Blake and leaving a nothing but a horny slut in his place. He could feel it building, and then...
Nothing.
It was there, just below his jaw line. He could feel the future, his future as a set of holes ready for all the cocks, of being forgotten beneath a wave of sex, right there, but... waiting.
"What's happening? Why isn't my face-"
"You have what you wished for," the genie said, matter of factly. "A wish gone wrong."
A cold shiver crept over Blake's feminine kangaroo body. "What do you mean?"
"You wished to change, but you also wished to have someone else to blame. An excuse for your new life. But that part of your wish I will not grant. I shall not take the blame for your own perversions."
"I-I don't understand."
"Until your face changes, you will not have what you want. You can go and tell your friends and family that it's not your fault, but you will always be a laughing stock - a body that aches to be fucked, but the face of a man. The people who use you will toss you aside as a joke once they've filled you up, and you will never have the satisfaction of the complete change.
"The alternative is to admit what you want. To tell your friends and family that this is what you wanted. Embrace your future as a set of holes to be fucked, and tell all that you wanted it. Then your change will continue, and your feminization will be complete.
"You can have what you want. All you need do is admit it."
The genie's form dissapated, swirling into smoke which puffed back into its lamp. Blake walked over to it, feeling the obvious sway of his new hips and tail. He held the shiny metal thing in his hands and looked at his reflected face. He'd always have this body now, but this face...
He thought about admitting his most secret, perverted desires to everyone who knew him. His pussy moistened, and he shuddered with need.
Just like he always would.