New Story in several parts: The Spirit of the Matter

[Genie]

Please be kind, I'm an amateur.

I still remember the day this all first started, just two weeks ago, and cannot believe where I find myself today. Sit, and listen, and I'll tell you my story.

Yes, you feast your eyes over me, but I've not always looked this way. In reality, this is quite a new form for me. I still am in shock, estranged from the life I knew, all because of a happening so unbelievable, it seems like I am trapped in a dream (or is it a nightmare?)

I was on vacation to Malta, a tiny island in the Mediterranean. At first, I didn't really think of holidaying here, but the vacation package was cheap, and the brochures of winding medieval streets and ocean views made it seem nice.

Touching down on the flight, I wasn't disappointed. The twisting little streets of the town seemed quaint and ancient. Walking around the ocean breeze swept town, I had a sense of connection to something more ancient than myself. Delicious cuisine and friendly people seemed around every corner.

One day, during a particularly interesting stroll through town, I came to a tiny shop that was filled with clay pots of all sizes. An old woman, wizened almost to the point of caricature, was shuffling about the pots, placing them on shelves and in alcoves. The pots were intricate beyond definition. . . painted with images of dancing beasts, frolicking people, and more.

Looking up, the old woman smiled, two yellowed teeth jutting out jaggedly from ancient, filthy gums.

?You are welcome here,? she said in heavily accented English, her voice sounding like steel wool brushing against concrete. ?This be my shop of Maltese spirit pots. Shall you choose one to take with you??

Astounded at the variety, and seeking a souvenir, I simply nodded and walked through the store. The pots were varied, ranging in size from ones almost as big as me to very small, and in price from 70 pence to well over 1,000 pounds. Picking through them, a flame-red pot with intricate carvings and a smiling gargoyle painted on it caught my attention, and I picked it up.

?Ah, that is a pot of the desires. The hidden within you, that which you do not expect,? wheezed the ancient crone. ?It is said that he who has this pot discovers his desires but may find that they are not as he imagines them, for they are out of control.?

Inwardly, I chuckled at the silly island superstitions. Obviously, adding mystique to the artwork would help the sale. But the artwork was exquisite, so well done that the gargoyle painted on it seemed to almost move. I knew just the place on the mantle back home for it, and decided to pay the 4 quid for the pot.

Handing the money to the old woman, she looked up in my eye. ?This pot contains a mischievous spirit. Beware, for what you desire may go beyond your control and turn against you! Do not open the pot, but keep it as a reminder of the dangers of excess.?

Nodding with an ?mmmm-hmmmm,? I watched as she carefully wrapped the small pot in paper and placed it into a paper sack for me.

The rest of the vacation went uneventfully, a much-needed rest from the rigours of life, but before I knew it, I was back at work, the pot forgotten by the side of the door where I left it at home after arriving exhausted on a much-delayed flight.

[Genie]

Arriving home late from work one Wednesday, I surveyed the flat, a huge mess of unwashed dishes and an overflowing laundry hamper greeting me.

?I have to clean this place up,? I thought to myself.

With that, I set to work cleaning up the dishes, loading the clothes into the washer, and generally tidying up. I picked up the bag from Malta and put it on the counter, as I started cleaning off the table. With a slip of my clumsy elbow, I knocked the bag off the table, and it fell to the floor with a loud, shattering SMASH.

?Oh shit,? I thought, reaching down to pick up the bag with the presumably broken pot. What I saw next, I will never forget.

There was movement in the bag!

Out of the end of the bag crawled the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. A tiny, wizened creature, like a frog with long arms and legs, crawled out of the bag and looked up at me, blinking quizzically.

Stunned, I watched the creature as it opened its mouth. Rows of tiny sharp teeth filled it as it began to speak in a screechy, high-pitched voice.

?You have freed me from my pot,? it squeaked. ?Now choose your desire.?

?Whaaaa?? I asked, stunned to see something like an eight-inch tall reject from a Lord of the Rings film staring up at me.

?I will grant you your desire. Money, power, wealth, women, but you must choose now that you have freed me!? shrieked the tiny creature, looking quite menacing for such a small thing.

?What if I don't choose? What if I stick you in a jar and flush you down the toilet?? I asked. Instantly, I felt the most intense pain all over my body that I'd ever felt ? like I was being burnt to a crisp, frozen to death and drowning all at once.

Suddenly the pain ceased, and along with it, my tortured cries of agony.

?Foolish mortal, do not trifle with me. The cause is done, you have freed me, and you must now choose your desire. If you do not, I shall torture you for all eternity!? shrieked the bulbous-eyed creature.

After that unpleasant and painful experience, I did not doubt the creature's ability to. I just wanted to get rid of it, and I assumed I had nothing to lose. After all, choosing my desire was easy, right? I get a wish fulfilled, maybe, and get rid of this creature. Certainly, the alternative of permanent pain was not desirable.

I thought for a moment. What did I want? Wealth? The idea of wealth had some attraction ? I could do, see and have anything I wanted. What about a boyfriend? I hadn't been in a relationship for years. As I mulled the possibility, the creature seemed to grow increasingly impatient.

Fearing another burst of pain, I suddenly dawned on an idea. Why hadn't I thought of this before? I could wish to be an incredibly attractive man. . . then I could find a boyfriend AND perhaps even make a little extra money. After all, attractive men were said to earn more money than average guys like me.

?Whatever you are, I've made a decision,? I said. The creature ?smiled.?

?What is your desire, mortal?? asked the creature.

?I wish to be an attractive man. Picture if you will, a man who is incredibly attractive, who is muscular and athletic and well-endowed, with an amazing smile. A man who is masculine, with a sex drive and smouldering sex appeal that makes any gay man or woman weak in the knees when he smiles at them,? I said, nervous as I watched the expressionless creature's glinting eyes.

?You wish to be admired by men and women alike, and be desired, and incredibly attractive? One whose profession benefits from his body?? asked the creature.

?Yes,? I said. ?That is my wish. Make me an incredibly handsome, athletic man with an irresistible sex appeal.?

With that, the creature started to laugh. Loud, shrieking peals of laughter echoed throughout my head, in my eardrums, as suddenly, all went black for a moment and then back to normal. The creature and pot shards were gone, and I sighed with relief. Walking past the mirror, I noted everything looked normal. Was I just hallucinating? This work stress must have been really getting to me.

With that thought on my mind, I showered, and slipping into bed, soon drifted off to sleep.

[Genie]

The familiar buzz of the alarm snapped me awake, and I showered, got dressed, and began the walk to work, just a quick 15 minutes from my flat.

As I walked down the street, I heard a whispering sound. Looking around, I saw nothing. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice ? the screeching, nails-on-blackboard voice of the creature I saw last night!

?Mortal, I am a spirit of desire. I am going to grant you your desire, but in the way that I decide! I shall have great fun torturing you, foolish mortal. Heeeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeee!?

The maniacal laughter echoed for several seconds and I looked stricken. Pedestrians walking by seemed not to hear a thing. Was I going insane? I committed to visit the doctor at the end of the week as I climbed the stairs to the office.

Work had been hard. The Clanson account was in danger of being lost and we'd all been working very long hours to keep it. Working through the day and into the late evening had been nothing new, as the company was in danger of insolvency if it lost this account. Hours of sitting and drinking litre after litre of Diet Coke had taken its toll, and nature called.

As I pissed and then zipped up, I walked to the sink and turned on the sink. As I turned on the water to wash my hands, the familiar voice returned.

?So I start to torture you, your eyes are perfect crystal blue!?

Suddenly the room seemed to blur and then snap into crystal clear focus. . . better than I'd ever seen before. Looking up to my reflection, my heart skipped a beat. My eyes were now a brilliant, clear blue. . . the colour of water in the beaches of the Bahamas.

Gripping the sink, I stumbled backwards, shocked at what I saw. Shaking, I ran back to the office, grabbed my things and ran home.

Throwing open the door to my flat, I panted and ran into the washroom to have another look in the mirror. Sure enough, still blue, and my vision seemed perfect!

I had to have a shower, to clear my mind. This was outrageous, what the hell was happening to me? What was that creature doing? I did look more attractive with these hypnotic eyes than I did before, but what was this about ?torture?? I didn't like it one bit, and I didn't want to find out more.

Peeling off my clothes, I stepped into the shower. Soon, the steaming hot water had relaxed me, and the stresses of the day (not to mention my eye's colour change!) melted as the hot water streamed down my back.

I was sinking further and further into relaxation. . . almost so I couldn't move. Then I realised ? I couldn't move! I was standing, paralysed. A gurgling noise soon issued from the drain of the shower, and crawling out of the sink was the grotesque little creature I'd seen the night before!

With a screeching laugh, the creature pulled itself up out of the drain while I stood, naked and wide-eyed, staring helplessly, wanting to jump away from the revolting thing but completely unable to move.

With that, the creature started to grow, taller and taller, until its head was level with my chest. Then, in the blink of an eye, it morphed into a stunning muscular man, who looked me in the eye and smiled. The teeth were still jagged rows of sharp teeth. Utterly disgusted and terrified, I wanted to scream, to run out, but I couldn't move, with this man, formerly a frog-like imp, standing just inches from me.

?Well, now I can have a look at you,? said the man, with the imp's screech voice. ?And what have we here?? he asked, looking down at my penis.

He touched it, making a ?tsk-tsk? noise with his mouth as one hand wrapped around my ball sack and the fingers of his other hand held up my limp penis. With a grin, he started to laugh maniacally again, and with a flash, he vanished.

Suddenly, I could move again. Either I was going insane, or I was being stalked by some sort of supernatural creature, but either way, I was in BIG trouble. Scrambling out of the shower, I reached for my towel when a strange sensation made me freeze.

My penis was tingling.

No, not just tingling, it felt like an electrical current was running through it, and my balls. I rushed into the bedroom and sat down as my dick seemed to increase with electrical tingling. My legs splayed open, I stared in wide-mouthed horror as it began to twist and quiver, seeming to have a mind of its own.

My scrotum began to crawl around, thickening and growing larger, feeling like a living thing. Within it, my testicles began to quiver. I threw my head back and moaned as the quivering gonads began to swell. Grabbing them with my hands, almost to constrain the growth, I felt new tubes and coils growing and slithering to life in my hands as they grew larger and larger. Ping pong balls, then to the size of golf balls, then small eggs, then jumbo ones!

The quivering in my balls stopped, but the tingling shot up my scrotum to my flaccid penis. As I stared in amazement, the head began to moisten and glisten, turning pink. Within moments, a foreskin began to grow over the tip where one had been before I was cut a few hours after birth. Reaching an apex, it soon slipped over the head, quivering before finally closing over the tip as new nerves connected and came alive within it.

Then without warning my dick grew hard, extending forward to its normal six inches, and with a cracking noise, changing position from its normal outward curve to on pointing it skyward towards my chest.

With stretching noises like two balloons being rubbed together, it began to lengthen and thicken, pushing outwards with increasing speed. Throwing back my head again, my eyes rolled back with disbelief as with small, forward thrusts, my member grew outward and upward. Six and a half inches. Seven inches. Eight inches! Ten inches and thickening! Oh God, make it stop, it was becoming freaky! With a lurching shudder, it finally stopped at a throbbing eleven inches, almost as thick around as my wrist, foreskin giving it excess ?play? it never had before.

But this freakish experience wasn't over yet. The head of my dick began to tremble and quiver, the mushroom head deepening in colour to a rich dark red and thickening, blunting, growing wider. Veins wormed their way under the skin of my monster erection, spreading upwards towards the tip to deliver more blood. The growth subsided, but the tingling intensified, growing more and more pleasurable. My monster balls pulled close to my body, and with a throb, my dick shot a massive load of cum in the longest and most pleasurable orgasm I'd ever had. As my moans echoed through my bedroom, I could hear distant, screeching high-pitched laughter. I finally blacked out in shock.

[Genie]

Waking up with a start, I leapt off the crunchy sheets late in the morning, feeling an unfamiliar weight swinging back and forth in my crotch and smacking against my thigh. Hanging down at least seven inches flaccid was a huge uncut dick, with two massive uncut balls in a huge hairy sack bumping against my leg. Dizzy from shock, I glanced over at the clock. SHIT! 10:00 AM, I was late.

I called the office, saying I was sick, washed off in the sink (I wasn't going to risk the shower again), and pulled up my underwear, which now uncomfortably squashed the massive genitals between my legs. Even with baggy pants I pulled on, my dick and balls bulged almost obscenely!

Hopping into the car, I quickly drove to my doctor's office, telling him I had a ?major emergency? on my mobile phone.

***

?You're just a big boy,? said the doctor, a sheepish smile on his face.

?Doctor, that's not my dick,? I said incredulously after his examination.

?Well, it's attached to you, and quite normal and healthy apart from its rather unusually large size,? said the doctor.

I explained my sudden change, the eyes, the creature, the growth, and the doctor's brow furrowed.

?Brian,? he said, ?You've had a stressful couple of weeks. I am worried about you and I think you're reacting negatively to all the stress at work. I want to send you to a specialist to talk about what you've been going through, it's causing hallucinations. Meanwhile, I suggest you get some new underwear, the ones you're wearing have got to be almost painfully constricting.?

He didn't believe me. I was terrified. I had to get away from this creature. I thanked the doctor, took a prescription for a referral to the psychologist, and hurried to the parking lot. Jumping into my car, I drove off in a random direction. . . any direction away from here.

***

After an hour, I'd passed the sign for central London. Finding a vacant curbside space, I stumbled out into the streets of SoHo, the sidewalks slick from a recent rain. Walking down the road, I stumbled across a small hotel and checked in, the proprietor handing me a key but looking more at the massive bulge in my crotch than my eyes. I couldn't blame him, it was hard to miss. I had to get away from this creature and figure out a way to stop this madness.

Walking upstairs, I peeled off my rain and sweat soaked shirt, dropped my trousers and pulled down my too-tight boxers with a sigh of relief as my huge cock and balls flopped free of the crushing constraints of the once-roomy underpants.

Moving over to the sink, I washed my face and looked in the mirror at the ice blue eyes I now possessed. Sighing and feeling despair, I buried my face in my hands and looked into the mirror again.

My blood froze. Rather than my reflection was the leering face of the creature in the mirror. With an angry shout, I smashed the mirror with my fist, shattering it. Hyperventilating, I sat down on the bed and buried my face in my hands, sobbing. My stomach growled. I was getting hungry.

Then my stomach growled again, and I felt a churning sensation in my stomach. No, no, no, NO! Not again! I stood up and watched in horror as the fat on my body began to melt away and pull in. The love handles and slight belly I'd had since young adulthood melted away, the pad of fat on my pubic bone pulling back, exposing an extra inch of dick, making it seem even longer.

As the process accelerated, my body fat vanished, leaving me looking skinnier than I'd ever looked, large bones showing more clearly and my abs seeming almost defined. With a familiar quiver, the process finally stopped, sending a shudder through my body.

Fitful and upset, I sobbed myself to sleep on the bed, curling into a foetal position and a light and fitful sleep.

[Genie]

I awoke to a dark room. I had slept fitfully almost 24 hours, and it was about 9:00 on a Friday night. I hadn't called work to check in, I am sure they were worried, but I was too traumatised to care.

Grabbing my clothes and throwing them on, I walked outside, strolling the streets of SoHo. Passing by a dark gay club, I decided to enter.

Throngs of shirtless gay men were dancing, thick muscles and the musk of mansweat seemingly everywhere. I felt calmer amongst gay men, as though this was familiar territory that couldn't be invaded. Moving back to a corner, I sat and watched the throng for a while, my dick uncomfortable in the too-tight underwear I was still wearing even as my clothes hung off my loser frame with all my body fat gone now.

An attractive, shirtless man walked up to me, saying ?hello? and flashing a winning smile. Blonde and muscular, he was one of the ?muscle marys? I'd long despised for judging me for my imperfect body, but his eyes kept wandering down to my crotch. Why not, I figured? A quick dance might take my mind off the situation, or even clear it and I could figure out a course of action.

The music pounded in my ears and I started to dance with him, the rhythm soon taking me in as we danced, him raising his arms and shaking his heavily-muscled torso around. Soon, his fingers began unbuttoning my shirt, and before I knew it, my now-skinny, hairless chest was exposed to the air, his thick fingers tracing down my chest, almost hypnotic.

The dancing seemed to have taken me over completely. As we danced, he leaned over and whispered in my ear ?How would you like to work here?? I struggled to say ?what?? but couldn't, the rhythm of the beat and some other strange force keeping me dancing, hypnotically. He smiled, and my eyes widened in fear.

His mouth was no longer filled with pretty white teeth, but the jagged white sharp teeth of the creature! Helplessly under the creature's spell again, we continued to dance, with the crowd about seemingly oblivious to his maniacal grin.

His hands settled on my shoulders and I stopped dancing, frozen. With his leer just inches from my face, he pressed down, hard. A cracking noise began to issue from my shoulders, spine, and legs.

It felt like I was being compressed! My spine was in agony, being squished shorter and shorter. I felt like screaming in pain but could only stare blindly into his eyes as he continued to push.

Legbones, spine and shoulders shortened as my body continued shrinking. Then, with a large bass BOOM from the music system, he was gone, and I was standing in the centre of the dance floor, shirtless and still with the crowd dancing around.

I scrambled to the bathroom, almost tripping over the cuffs of my pants which were now much too long. I groaned in despair as I reached the mirror. I had to have lost six inches of height due to this damn imp! My one 6 foot, two inch frame had been reduced to about 5 feet, eight inches. That wasn't the only change the creature had wrought, either.

My bone structure of my body was different. My neck was thinner, my shoulders more elegant, my ribs more sculpted, my feet and hands smaller and fingers narrower and shorter. My feet slid around in the size 11 shoes, which were now at least two sizes too big.

If anyone who knew me saw me, they would only have been able to recognise me from my face! I felt a wave of stress and nausea wash through me and I rushed to a stall to vomit.

[LipsK]

Excelent. Love short muscled studmuffins! don't take too long to post the next parts! Hugs

[Mad Dog]

...Considering this was posted in May...

[Ender]

Originally Posted by Mad Dog

...Considering this was posted in May...

You're right it's dated May 2004... but LipsK isn't the only one to just find it recently... I too enjoyed it and would like to see more... Being only a single thread it must have slipped of the board before it attracked a following...

If the "Genie" is still out of his bottle, lamp or whatever there are people listening now...Please continue...

Ender...

[Strmchaserboi]

Here are links to the final parts of this story if I post these right and they work!

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php3?t=1005


http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php3?t=1006

Hope this works guys. I really enjoyed Genie's style and detail. Here is also another one he did but never finished

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php3?t=668

[LipsK]

I didn't realized the posting date. Anyways, thank you Strmchaserboi. ;-)