The Lamp

Note: This is a story-prompt for Fox Face.

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John and Fred had spent hours exploring the ancient ruin. The two young archeologists had all but given up on discovering anything of note. It would take hours to get back to ground level. They were getting ready to head back, when John paused to observe a fracture in one of the stone walls that was unlike the others. He explored it with his fingers for a while, tapping it, and outlining the fracture. Finally, he gently pressed against the top right corner of the imperfection.

The wall opened up, both John and Fred covering their faces as dust poured out. It took a while for the dust to settle, but it was well worth the wait. John shone his flashlight into the room.

In the small, empty cavern, stood a dais, upon which sat a small, insignificant-looking lamp.

“Is that what I think it is?” said Fred, as the two carefully approached it.

The two examined the lamp for a while. There were a few symbols, the most prominent one being the image of a woman. Despite the dust that caked the lamp, it still glittered in some places. John could tell that it was very old, and unlike the others that he had seen of its kind. It could be priceless.

John squinted at some text he saw on the lamp. He reached out and, carefully, very carefully, brushed it.

The lamp suddenly glowed, John quickly retracting his hand. There was a bright flash of light, and both men stumbled back.

“What was that?” said Fred, squinting around. He swung his flashlight about.

John’s eyes were also recovering. And strangely, his body was reacting somehow. Suddenly everything was tingling, his hips and his bottom most significantly. But also his scalp, his lips, his feet and his hands. In fact, the entire surface of his skin had taken on a numb sensation.

Under the light of Fred’s flashlight, John looked down at his hands, staring in shock as they slowly became bronzer, as though he’d spent years under the hot desert sun. His clothes became tighter and constricting against him, pressure surging to his butt, his pectorals, his hips, and his ass, each body part plumpening in turn with waves of heat. His hair began to fall into his eyes, until John realized that every strand was lengthening. He grunted as his clothing tightened yet more, until it could no longer contain him, and began to tear. Round breasts and a swollen bottom pushed through the openings, John panting as he continued to surge with growth. His waist narrowed, his arms and legs became smooth. Soon he was staring down at the physique of a voluptuous woman. He slowly cupped at the massive round breasts gently wobbling on his chest. They were perky, full, and golden E-cups. His hands slid down to the swollen bottom pushing out behind him. Finally, he raised his hands to his face. Soft, smooth, and hairless. He had become a woman!

Fred stared at him in equal shock. “What the hell? John!? We have to get out of here.” He looked at the lamp in horror.

“As you have wished it, then so we shall, master,” John heard himself respond in a sultry, feminine voice. Then he froze in horror. “F-Fred,” he stammered, now panicking.

Fred was gawking. “D-did you just call me master?”

“Fred, this lamp—it’s changing me.”

“We’ll figure this out, John. Let’s just get out of here. Maybe you should stay close.”

John found himself walking forward until he was as close as he could possibly be to Fred, short of touching him. John’s breast’s heaved up and down just below Fred’s chin.

Fred’s mouth was hanging open. “A-and m-maybe you should get out of those…torn clothes.”

To John’s horror, he found himself removing the remainder of his apparel, until he was standing naked before Fred. “Fred, what are you doing?” said John, his voice pained.

Fred nervously twiddled his thumbs. “I actually did need a new girlfriend,” he said. “If you’re…okay with that?”

John internally cringed as he found himself laying his hand against Fred’s chest. “Your wish…” John strained, struggled to fight it. “…is my command.”

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