Free Genie # 15 - Campus Popularity (Patreon)

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Standing in front of the mirror in his room, Brandon really, probably for the first time in his life, was experiencing aesthetic pleasure from what he saw there.

A tall, strong young man with biceps that even iron Arnie himself, at the peak of his popularity, would have envied. A sculpted six-pack visible even in a relaxed state, powerful shoulders flowing into a wide V-shaped back, thick veins running along his forearms like rivers on a map. His skin was tanned, slightly glistening after a recent shower, short dark hair neatly styled, and most importantly — the face. It was still him, just in a different body.

He tensed his arms harder, watching the muscles roll under his skin as if alive.

— Damn… — he exhaled quietly, allowing himself a small smile.

— Do you like it? — Lisa whispered, the djinn whom Brandon believed he had freed from a magical lamp a couple of hours ago.

She stood behind him. A slender, graceful figure with blonde hair cascading over fragile shoulders. She tried, she really tried, to look at Brandon like some kind of admiring fan.

But she was failing miserably. Luckily, Brandon didn’t even notice, convinced only by his own fantasies that even she now admired him, and he kept staring at his reflection as if afraid it would disappear if he blinked.

— Yes. Very… very much — he finally said, slowly lowering his arms, closing his eyes and allowing himself for a moment to simply feel this power that had suddenly crashed down on him: an ordinary dorm nerd whom no one had noticed just yesterday, but now he would definitely become number one on the entire campus and have everything he could ever want!

— Now everything will be different, — he said quietly. — No more mockery. No more rejection. I…

— M-m… — Lisa hummed behind his back, tilting her head slightly. — Yes, definitely. Definitely… Though let’s add just a little — she paused for a second, choosing her words, — a little spice

click

Brandon, standing with his eyes closed, wasn’t even listening, but suddenly he felt a strange weight on his chest, pulling. Pulling hard, dragging his skin downward as if something very, very heavy had been attached to his body.

He abruptly opened his eyes and immediately realized. It was still him. His eyes, his mouth, his face. That’s probably why at first he thought Lisa had simply given him long hair.

'Spice.' Right. Muscular handsome guys with long hair — that was even hotter, wasn’t it?

— And you’re quite a fan… — he started, but froze when he heard how strange his voice sounded.

It was no longer the bass that had filled the entire space just a second ago, the one that had sent shivers through his own body, as if it wasn’t even him speaking but someone who was about to beat him. No. Now it sounded like… like it wanted to seduce someone.

Soft. High. Thick with a natural, effortless seduction he couldn’t control.

And only now did it hit him.

The biceps he had already managed to feel proud of during that short time they belonged to him — were gone. In their place now awkwardly stood two thin sticks. Twigs that didn’t even remotely resemble the power he had just felt.

But that wasn’t the main thing. The main thing was the two enormous, bigger than his own head, female tits, pulling his chest downward, forcing his weak back to strain with every muscle just to keep balance.

— Wh… what… — he exhaled, instinctively wrapping his arms around himself, only to realize he couldn’t. His arms physically couldn’t fully encompass that volume. But what they could do was brush against the tightened nipples, which immediately, like an electric shock, made themselves known to Brandon.

He jerked his hands away as if burned and for a second just froze, breathing heavily. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest any moment.

— W-what did you… do to me?.. — he whispered, no, almost sang — I… this… this is wrong, I didn’t want this… I… change everything!

Lisa let out a quiet sigh behind him, crossing her arms.

— There we go again. “Everything’s wrong,” “Change everything”… — she drawled lazily. — At least try not to exaggerate.

She stepped closer, almost touching his back.

— You said it yourself: ‘I want everything to be different.’ No more mockery, no more rejection… to be the one everyone wants.

— I… I didn’t mean that! You… are you messing with me?! — Brandon squeaked, startling himself at how easily his voice slipped into that strange, almost musical tone.

Lisa exhaled softly, taking a step back and pouting in annoyance.

— You know what. I actually wanted, for once, to grant your stupid wish properly, but when I saw your thoughts, when you turned into that jock — she turned away, and this time there was real hurt on her face, — I… Damn it, Brandon. What the hell?

Lisa suddenly turned back to him, and there was no lazy playfulness left in her gaze — only irritation, almost personal.

Brandon was still standing there, hunched over, trying somehow to keep his balance. His breathing was uneven, his chest with those two enormous heavy spheres he was trying to support with thin arms was bent forward, rising and falling heavily under the unfamiliar weight.

— You don’t even get it, do you? — she said quietly.

— W-what? Me? I just wanted, I… — Brandon began, but then, pulling himself together, finished, — they all deserved it! You don’t understand!

Lisa slowly narrowed her eyes, as if weighing his words.

— ‘They deserved it’… — she repeated quietly, with exhaustion, and then slowly began to fade away.

— Hey, where are you going? You… you can’t just leave me like this! I still have two wishes! I… I…

Brandon reached his hand forward as if he could physically grab Lisa’s fading silhouette. His fingers passed through empty air, and the heavy, swollen breasts swayed with a slow, hypnotic bounce, pulling a helpless gasp from his lips — not even from pain, but from the sudden, shamefully intense sensation of them pressing and sliding against each other, stretching the sensitive skin and sending sharp, electric pulses through his stiffening nipples en painfully.

— Wait! — he cried out plaintively, immediately clapping a hand over his mouth, shocked at how thin and high it sounded. Even his own panic now seemed… cute. His cheeks flushed deep red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

— I still have two wishes. You can’t just… just leave. — he spoke through his fingers, sitting down on the bed and immediately feeling how his tits sank heavily onto his knees, spreading slightly under their own weight, warm and impossibly soft, even though he had only slightly leaned forward.

Brandon froze, staring at his knees, where two heavy, warm, incredibly soft spheres now rested. They swayed slightly with each of his shaky breaths, like living, independent creatures that had decided they liked it here more than he did.

— This… this can’t be forever, — he whispered, immediately noticing that even his whisper sounded like someone had run it through autotune for an ASMR video.

— Peekaboo, dolly! — a female voice rang out behind him. Not Lisa — no. It was Monica’s voice, that very Monica Brandon had been crazy about, hopelessly in love with, who for some reason had now burst so tactlessly into his room in the men’s dorm.

Brandon wanted to cover himself, hide, explain, but judging by the way she walked in as if she had always lived here, not even reacting to Brandon’s changes, he realized something was wrong.

— Getting ready for the beach party in Barbedon? Huh? — she suddenly said, changing the subject so abruptly it made Brandon uneasy, turning her gaze toward him from the wardrobe she had just been rummaging through — a wardrobe that, for some reason, was now filled with women’s clothes.

And then he understood. Lisa hadn’t just changed his body.