[Patreon Exclusive] SWAPPED BY A GENIE: Chapter 3 (Patreon)

John Torrens was not prepared for what he was about to see.

Within the blink of an eye, John and Djabahn were teleported just outside of John’s house, just outside of John’s bedroom window.

John looked around in amazement, immediately recognizing everything. He truly was back in his hometown, on his own property. John turned his head to the bedroom window.

Inside, he could see his wife, Susan, bent over the bed, taking it from behind by Markus Larson. John was speechless. His body suddenly hurt ten times more than it did back in the Canadian wilderness. His legs began to tremble.

“My—My wife…” he said softly.

Markus had his hands tight around Susan’s hips. He pulled her in hard, shoving his big fat cock deep into her young, tight pussy. Beads of sweat were rolling down Markus’ face and his fat rippled across his naked body with every swift interval.

Susan was taking it with a smile on her face. Her legs were spread wide. John could see her warm fluid running down her leg from outside.

“I am sorry,” Djabahn said. “I didn’t want you to see.”

John continued to watch, unable to look away. Markus pulled his long thick cock out of Susan. He spat onto his hand and wiped it onto Susan’s asshole. He took his slick shaft into his hand and he pressed it up against Susan’s backdoor. Then, he pushed forward, penetrating her deeply.

Susan’s mouth fell open and her eyes shut tightly. Without any build-up, Markus began to pound away, fucking Susan hard in the asshole.

“I can’t watch anymore!” John said, finally building the courage to turn away. His face was a dark red and his eyes were filled with rage. He fell to the ground and grabbed his face in his hands. “Why!?” he cried. “Why would she do this?”

“I am sorry,” Djabahn said again.

John sat and cried for a long time. Djabahn never left his side. Eventually, the front door of the house opened and Markus left. He walked up to his brand-new Rolls-Royce and jumped in.

John watched, fire burning in his eyes.

“Come with me,” John said to Djabahn, standing up.

John walked over to his car, reached under the wheel well and pulled out the hidden spare key. He hopped into the driver seat and began to pursue his villain of a boss.

He spoke no words as he followed Markus all the way back to his home, just outside of the town on a large acreage, in a large mansion. John parked well down the road, to avoid suspicion. John waited for Markus to enter his home before getting out of his car and making his way towards Markus’ house.

“While I can never repay you enough for freeing me from my prison,” Djabahn started, “I very much suggest you take some time to process all of this.”

John didn’t listen. Possibly for the first time in his whole life, he was furious. He wanted blood. He wanted vengeance. He wanted Markus to feel every bit as awful as John did, and he had one wish left to get it.

John walked up to Markus’ window. Markus was in his bedroom, laughing to himself as he began to undress for the evening.

“Djabahn,” John started, “I would like to use my final wish.”

“Anything you’d like.”

“Turn Markus into a woman. Turn him into a beautiful woman, with no inhibitions or shame. But just for a little while—and be sure that he remembers absolutely everything, and feels everything.”

“Are you absolutely certain that is what you want?” Djabahn asked.

“I am.”

“So be it.”

In an instant, Markus was, as wished, a thin, gorgeous woman. Her hair was blonde and long—down to her mid-back. The skin on her face was smooth, young and flawless. Her clothes were tight and sexy. She wore a short red skit. The edge of her butt cheeks hung out just a little bit to be seen from John’s vantage point. Markus, a fifty-something fat businessman had become Mary, a nineteen-year-old fox.

John did not hesitate to make his way around the house, towards the back door.

“You have fifteen minutes. Be well, John Torrens,” Djabahn said, and then disappeared into thin air.

John made his way into the house, through the long expensive hallway and into the bedroom. Then, up close and in person he saw her—Mary standing facing him with a flirtatious smile on her face. She was not concerned of John’s presence. Just like John had wished, she had lost all inhibitions.

John knew that he didn’t have any time. He walked up Mark and, without speaking a word, placed his hands on her sides, feeling her soft skin. She had indeed been transformed into a real woman. John began sliding his hands up, pulling her tight shirt up over her big, soft breasts. Her perky nipples protruded through the tight shirt, and caught the edge of the garment as it slid upwards, pulling her tits up before falling out and bouncing naturally on her chest.

Mary bit her lip. “Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.

John tried to ignore the fact that he was indeed listening to his boss, Markus Larson, despite looking at and feeling a gorgeous teenaged girl.

John dropped the shirt on the floor and then firmly grabbed Mary’s tits. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Mary took a deep breath and tilted her head back as John began to slide one of his hands down Mary’s smooth, soft body. He travelled down, down, down slowly towards her short skirt. He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of the bottoms and across Mary’s shaved pubic area, right onto her tight pussy. She was already wet—craving his hardening, throbbing cock.

“Finger me,” Mary said softly into John’s ear.

John didn’t respond—at least not with words. He began to rub the length of her slit firmly with his fingers, immediately eliciting a strong moan out of his fifteen-minute date. Mary, seemingly automatically, took her hand and gently grabbed onto John’s cock through his pants. She stared to rub it, feeling it growing within its denim prison. John could feel his boss’ soft fingertips rubbing against the tip of his dick.

With John’s free hand he reached around, underneath Mary’s skirt, and grabbed onto Mary’s ass. It was soft, but firm. He pulled her in tightly. Warm juice was beginning to trickle out of her tight slit onto his quickening fingers.

“Harder,” Mary said into John’s ear. “Finger me harder.”

John slipped two of his wet fingers slowly into Mary’s tight hole. It was warm and wet as it contracted lively against his hand. Slowly, he started to push in and pull out. Mary was going weak in the legs. Her body was being overtaken by sexual euphoria. Carefully, without removing his hand from her pussy, John led Mary to the large king sized bed. He lowered her down, laying himself on top of her.

“Oh God…” Mary muttered as her whole body melted into the soft, expensive bed. “Oh God!”

John picked up his pace. His cock had become incredibly hard in his pants.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

The sound of a wall-clock was becoming increasingly audible to John. He was becoming more and more aware that his time was running out. If he was going to get his revenge, he needed to hurry up.

Without removing his hand from its damp pussy-dungeon, John began to remove his pants. He pulled away his belt, tossing it on the floor and quickly pulled down his pants. His massive erection sprung out aggressively, bouncing momentarily before settling in its straight up position.

Mary’s eyes were closed tight. Her hips were swaying and her mouth was moaning. She was reaching climax. Her warm juice oozed down, between her butt cheeks and onto her butthole.

John pushed up her skirt, revealing her panty-less pussy. He took his hard cock in his hand and lowered it down onto her wet slit. He rubbed it all over, coating himself in her natural moisture. He looked up at her young, soft face. She was biting her lip and smirking, ready for a good fucking—but not ready for what John was about to give her.

John, with his wet cock in hand, penetrated Mary aggressively, right in the asshole. Mary’s pupils dilated immediately and her mouth dropped open. For a moment, she wasn’t able to breathe. She could feel the thick veins on John’s dick throbbing against her anal walls. John Torrens—a well-endowed man—had his thick cock deep inside of his boss’ asshole.

And then, without warning, John began to thrust himself in and out of Mary’s tight virgin butthole. She did not fight, as she still lacked any inhibition, but she was no longer in the same state of absolute euphoria as before. As a matter of fact, she was in a sort of uncomfortable pain being stretched wide by John’s impressive girth.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

John was ruthless. Right from the beginning, he pounded Mary with the entire length of his cock, causing her firm round butt to jiggle and bounce as his muscular pelvis smacked it.

Mary gripped tightly onto the bed sheet, pulling it up off of the mattress. A line of drool ran out of her mouth. The hot juice from her slit continued to run out of her slit, down onto John’s dick as it pumped her tight asshole.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

“There can’t be much time left,” John thought to himself.

He was close. He could feel his cock bloating, filling with hot cum. The hairs on the back of his neck were rising. Feeling was fleeing his extremities, and going down into his cock, which was being gripped tightly by the firm butt hole.

The throbbing of his shaft was intensifying. His knees began to tremble and shake. He grabbed on tightly to Mary’s arms and closed his eyes tightly. Mary howled loudly as John pounded harder and harder and harder—relentlessly.

“Fuck!” John screamed out.

Cum burst out of his dick, deep inside of his boss’ tight anus. Mary screamed out loud, feeling the warm, hot substance fill her up deep. She was worn, abused. Slowly, she went limp.

And just as suddenly as Markus became Mary, Mary turned back into Markus. He was in a defeated daze, unaware of what had happened. His mind was slow to begin processing the previous fifteen minutes.

John Torrens had his long throbbing erection deep inside of his boss, oozing the final drops of cum deep in Markus’ butt. John froze for a moment, clearly seeing that time had run out.

Markus slowly turned his head and looked at John.

“J—John?” Markus said, suddenly feeling the thick girth up his bum.

Markus looked down and then back up.

“I—I…” John didn’t have a response.

“John—are you okay?”

“W--What?” John asked.

“John?” Markus asked again.

The room suddenly became blurry. Slowly, everything was whiting out.

“What’s happening?” John said softly.

“John—You’re alive!” Markus’ voice said.

Slowly, John’s vision started to return to him. He immediately could make out Markus’ face, and then suddenly he could make out the faces of a few others whom he did not recognize.

“John!” Markus cried.

John looked around. He was passed out near the riverbed, deep in the Canadian wilderness. Markus Larson and a team of rescue workers had found him, by some strange miracle.

“Get the oxygen!” one of the rescue workers yelled.

“John!” Markus cried again, happy his right-hand man was okay.

“I—What—How did I get here?” John managed to ask.

“I don’t know,” Markus began. “You’re thirty miles from the crash site. You must have walked.”

“H—How long was I out for?”

“We lost your plane a week ago. Oh my God, John! I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Are you in any pain?” one of the workers asked.

John was in pain—his ankle was still broken, as was his arm. “Yes,” he said, letting his head roll back.

“Someone get John’s wife on the phone! Right now!” Markus yelled. “John! I’m so happy you’re alive. I paid every single rescue team in Canada to look for you! MJL isn’t losing its best man today!”

John looked around at the frenzy of rescue workers. One of them ran up with an oxygen mask hooked up to a tank and placed it on John’s face. “Deep breaths,” the man said.

John began to feel the effects of the oxygen. He looked around, and saw a peculiar face in the crowd.

It looked like Djabahn, smiling at him. It was as though no one else could see him, but John. “Is it a hallucination?” John wondered.

“We’re taking you home, buddy. Just hold in there,” Markus said, holding onto John’s hand.

The rescue team gently lifted John up and placed him down on a stretcher.

Suddenly, Djabahn was gone again. John was going home.

THE END