The Growing Genie, Part 2

[Demandred]

Part 2

Alex answered the door with a shake of the head at the suitcase. "Your Dad found out, didn?t he?"

"Yup." Damian hoisted his suitcase with less effort than he thought he needed. "Am I alright to stay for a while?"

"Stay as long as you need to, Mum always said you?d be around one day anyway..."

"Thanks for the support there."

"You know what I mean. I mean, er, you do don?t you? I didn?t mean to get your back up."

"You?re waffling again." By this time Damian had put his suitcase in the spare room and they were stood at the top of the stairs. "Thanks mate, I owe you big time."

"It?s nothing." Alex waved his hand dismissively. "Go sort your stuff out, I?ll let Mum know we have an extra person for dinner."

With the mysterious powers only a mother possessed, Alex didn?t have to bother because she?d already accommodated for Damian. As Damian went downstairs he was sure he heard the Growing Genie say "Eat lots!" He could see the little guy giving him a thumbs-up, he seemed the sort to pull that pose.

"So Damian, what do you plan on doing after finishing college?" Mrs Turner asked over the lasagne.

"Um, I was thinking of heading down to my Mum?s and taking it from there."

"Oh, don?t you want to go to University? Our little Alex has been accepted by Warwick..."

"Mum, shuttup already!" Alex interrupted with a mouthful of lasagne. He managed to be good looking even when he was getting sauce everywhere. He looked more like his father (who Damian had never actually seen despite living there), with an open expression and friendly brown eyes. His hair was short and looked like he?d rolled out of bed, but it just grew that way.

Damian was about to say something about taking a year out to do anything but sit around watching daytime telly, but he felt that rush of warmth again. This time it was like dropping into a hot bath, and he gave a gasp of surprise.
"Damian, are you alright?"

"I burnt my tongue!" He insisted a little too loudly. He rapidly cleared his plate and had seconds. When he stood up, Mrs Turner gave him a good hard look.

"Do you need some new clothes, Damian? That shirt looks a little small."

"Eh? No, it just shrunk in the wash I guess. You know it is, those darn tumble dryers!" He gave an overly loud laugh and hurried into the kitchen to wash up. Looking down, he saw his shirt was too short for him, exposing an inch or so of his stomach which was looking less round than it did earlier on. His trousers were a little too short as well, actually.

"It?s started, then" the Growing Genie said from in the sink.

"How did you get in there?" Damian asked. "Come on, I have washing up to do!"

The Genie got out, grumbling about people with "no sense of humour" and "PMS". Oddly, he was as dry as if he?d never sat in the sink. Damian did the washing up as quickly as he could.

"You?ll be screwed if someone sees you in here."

"Oh come on, I?m more careful than that." The Growing Genie said dismissively.

"Uh, Damian?" Alex?s voice made the growing young man jolt. "Is this a friend of yours?"

"Kind of." Damian said evasively.

"You can call me Graham." The Genie said.

"A pleasure." Alex said drily. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"I?m a Growing Genie. Into every generation a Grower is born. One guy in all the world, a chosen one. One born with the potential to grow mega huge. That?s Damian."

"I?m sure I heard that somewhere before. Isn?t there some sort of copyright law?"

"Maybe, but it?s ok if you just change the words a bit."

"I suppose, but if you?re a genie you could at least come up with something original."

Damian stood there with his mouth open.

"Catching flies?" Alex asked.

"You?re not supposed to believe him! He?s just making things up! Growing Genie... ha ha haa! What a funny idea! I mean, come on, people don?t just get bigger..."

"You did." Alex said.

"Oh yes, that?s another problem. If I tell someone who I am, there?s no hiding your growth from them." The Growing Genie/Graham said.

"Thanks. Thanks very much." Damian went as red as a crayon - if it was a red crayon, that is - and carried on with the washing.

"Hey, I think it?s pretty cool. I read about Genies, but I didn?t think any would come to anyone I know." Alex said. "You must really have not wanted to tell your Dad you?re gay..."

"I wasn?t THAT bothered, really..." Damian sighed into the bubbles. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You?re about my height, now. 5ft 11, not bad at all." Alex said approvingly. "But you?ll get bigger, right?"

"He will." The Growing Genie said. "Pretty soon. As you can see, he?s already more toned."

Alex lifted Damian?s shirt, looking at the flat stomach. "Yeah, he had a pot belly going on before."

"And the moobs have gone." The Genie added.

"Yeah, you?re definitely not as chubby." Agreed Alex.

"Thanks." Damian said. "This is the part where I pretend I?m tired and go to my room."

Ten minutes later Damian was sat on his bed looking out the window. He wasn?t an abnormal size or anything ? yet. He couldn?t help but wonder if it was what he wanted. Maybe he wanted to stay this size ? taller, but not overly tall by any means. And he was skinny. The Genie seemed to sense his mood, and left him alone. About 10pm he decided to call it a night, and went to sleep in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. He didn?t normally go to sleep so early, and it took a long time to actually doze off.


He woke up and it was light outside. Looking at the clock, it was only 6am. Damian rolled over to go back to sleep, but his growling stomach made him pause. He could hear the Growing Genie saying "My last one died of malnutrition" in his head, which could easily be done by not eating enough? Damian got out of bed and headed for the fridge downstairs.

"What have we got here...?" Damian rummaged through the fridge for anything he could eat right away that wasn?t cheese. There was a trifle perched inconspicuously on the top shelf. Now, he wasn?t a pudding person normally, but he could make an exception for lime jelly and custard topped with whipped cream... and sprinkles. He took the bowl and a large spoon then sat in the kitchen eating away quite happily.

That was when he felt the heat again. It was so intense Damian grabbed his head in his hands and leaned against the table, kicking his legs. It didn?t go away, it was as if he was made of fire. Only, instead of burning away at him it was building. Building muscle. Damian could feel his hands getting larger, wrapping more around his head, first of all. His arms bulked either side of him, the veins protruding more than usual as if he had just worked out and was getting the best pump of his life. The shoulders broadened and thickened, and he gained that bull neck every wrestler dreamed of. His torso, in turn, widened considerably at the top before tapering down a trim waist. On the way there was a very impressive shelf of pecs and some intense abs. All this happened at the same time as he got taller. Damian had to adjust how he sat as his legs thickened, and grew longer. His feet seemed to stretch forever, and he was pretty sure if he wasn?t careful he?d break the chair he was sat on.

When the feeling subsided, Damian opened his eyes and looked at himself. His red t-shirt was incredibly tight, seemingly painted on his impressive upper body. He took a deep breath, and the thing split down the middle. A quick flex and the sleeves met the same fate. He clawed the ruined fabric off and stood up, and up. Christ, he was even taller. Just stood in a pair of far too tight boxers, he was feeling rather naked right then. However, hunger predominated. Damian ran to the fridge to eat whatever was there, even cheese. But his centre of balance had shifted, and he fell into the fridge door.

"Smooth move." The Genie said from inside the fridge. Opening the door, the little Genie was sat next to the jar of lemon curd and barely as tall as it. "You?re looking good."

"Thanks." Damian said in a voice quite unlike what he was used to. It felt... rumbly. "Will I get any bigger?"

"Probably. I?d say you?re certainly past the 6ft mark, too."

"Right. I should get some new clothes, then."

"You could stay like that. Alex would like it."

Damian shut the fridge door.

[arpeejay]

:-)

Richard would like it too!

xoxo

Richard

[chocomus]

mmm choco likes too

[britmusclejock]

I so enjoyed that - a great read and damn hot!

[sexiscriptor]

but only 4 parts? but, my good man--imagine all the fun we could have
~Chris

[Lufone]

That's so amazingly cute! X3

[Kymuscleboy]

This is an awesome story so far! I just read the first two chapters together and really enjoyed them. Thanks for writing. I can't wait for the next part!