Gamer Genie

--Artwork by Magolobo--

Games were all that held meaning anymore. From the first Gameboy of his youth to the plethora of systems that riddled his cramped apartment of today, gaming consumed Ryan's life. Deteriorating health, risk of being fired from his job, none of it mattered anymore to him. It was all disillusionment--why should he care about anything that didn't give him personal comfort? Games were the escape he needed. If only his roommate could understand…

"Why do you have to be that way!? I thought we were friends? " Ryan yelled, confronting his roomie’s claims of laziness towards him yet again.

"Friends is really stretching it. We hardly ever talk anymore except when I’m dragging your lazy ass away from your games!" Jared shouted back. It was impossible to get Ryan to do any housework this last year. He was two steps away from a lost cause. "Have you even showed up to your job this week!?"

"Leave me alone." Ryan said, not having a rebuttal nor the drive to muster one up. He could care less about his responsibilities. He just had to keep gaming and it'd all go away.

Ryan's latest obsession was all consuming and he argued took as much time needed to practice. The last year he had been training at Super Mario speed running. He had smashed a few records already, but they kept being broken soon after. If he wanted to keep reaching that recognition, that high, he had to keep practicing and never relent. To him these fleeting achievements were his job, his stamp on this world. Not that he cared what others thought. He was enjoying himself and that was all that mattered.

Jared continued to scold and Ryan continued to ignore him like a disobedient pup who couldn't offer even a confirming glance.

"That's it! If you don't get your act together or hell even clean up this damn place by the time I get back, this is over!"

Jared's voice seemed to crack a bit, which gave Ryan a little pause but he quickly brushed it off. He couldn't let Jared bog him down anymore. The door slamming as he left was a sound of relief.

After a bit more gaming, Ryan glanced at a package he ordered that had arrived today. Already opened and revealed was a box advertising a special retro cartridge for the SNES gaming system that was supposed to be something akin to the Game Genie of old, which was used to activate cheat codes in games. This one was different and had caught Ryan's eye on some interesting seller online called New Game Magic Shop. The name of this product, Gamer Genie.

Ryan admitted it was a cute name if a bit of an unoriginal knockoff. Though the box it came in advertised a different function with a fetching tagline

"Make your gaming a magical experience."

He had wondered what could possibly make gaming any more of a magical experience, but he was intrigued enough to try. The Gamer Genie in particular noted across the box that it was a cartridge that could open new doors for speedrunners and casuals alike, that it would locate the secrets you need and could change your experience in a way specially tailored to your needs. It seemed too good to be true and cost a pretty coin, but Ryan felt it was worth the shot. For he was reaching a slipping point.

As much as Ryan detested Jared now, he had to admit he had become a slob. All he needed was his gaming reflexes so he hadn't cared, but his health was deteriorating, leading to a far harder time sleeping and keeping focused. If this product had anything that’d be of use to him, he'd take it no questions asked.

He tore open the box and unwrapped the cartridge. It had a purple sticker face on a gold cartridge. It had a similar looking text to the OG Game Genie, but the image accompanying the text was far different. Instead of a buff genie was a genie-gal. She was detailed yet pixelated and was quite thin and shapely with the design of a belly dancer. She possessed dark, caramel skin, had long purple hair that stylishly zigzagged about fashioned in a ponytail by a gold plated scrunchy, and ocean blue eyes that possessed an unbridled, honest joy. Her ears were pointed like an elf's with gold hoop earrings adorning them, as well as a gold tiara across her head and gold plate armlets similar to her scrunchy as cuffs on her arms. Her outfit left much of her exposed, midriff and cleavage laid bare by just the red slip of cloth with the look of a bra hoisting up her modestly sized breasts. An Arabian dancer wasn't far off in how to describe her judging by her lower garments--red pointed shoes and red harem pants with a blue thong cut near the top with gold borders adorning it.

She'd be gorgeous to see in person, Ryan thought. Her pose on the cartridge face eliciting an erotic spark within his shorts clinging tight to his thick frame, stomach sagging over covering his erection. Yeah, he could never hope to have a girl like her even if she did exist, not that he gave a shit. His oily curly black hair and greasy white skin, his plump face with a sprinkling of zits and overly obese slumped stature evident enough that he cared little for personal appearance. Sure the stubby digits on his fingers had been getting more in the way recently while playing games but he had been quickly adapting. Still, slipping the cartridge in over a copy of super Mario on his SNES, he hoped that maybe this was the game changer it touted itself as. He carelessly chucked the instruction manual away as he did, not noticing the blatant bold warning on the front…

WARNING! This product channels actual magic through undisclosed company means. It is recommended you do not carelessly make wishes around the cartridge while it is active through your system. It can lead to unexpected consequences.

Without heed, Ryan gamed away, and it didn't take long for him to be blown away. His speedrunner mind ran wild as the magic of the cartridge brought the pixelated genie to the screen within Super Mario World, as if she had always existed within the code of the game. But even more amazing was she was whisking about the screen, pointing out secret exploitable terrain or various other glitches never before discovered, often by means of whipping her purple hair like a literal whip at the place of interest.

This made no sense to him, but he was too excited to question it. An hour later he was over the moon realizing all that was now at his disposal. Whoever made this product was on the cutting edge of things. This pixelated babe was magic indeed. Man, if he could have magic like that he'd be an unstoppable force in gaming, overcoming any speed running challenge.

"I can't believe this!" Ryan cheered, his mind racing over the possibilities and his desire bubbling for more. "I wish I had magic like this!"

With the utterance of those words, the warning of the Gamer Genie was proven one to be heeded as the genie girl in the game suddenly stopped her trickery and stared with a look of elated shock straight towards Ryan. He stopped, confused for a moment as he watched her leap up and down with joy on a pair of Mario blocks. With excitement she began to belly dance, her arms waving fluidly back and forth as she her body began to glow gold. The SNES began to shake followed by an electric shock that channeled through the console to his fingertips, causing him to drop the controller.

He stared at his shaking hands feeling tingling at his tips with a slight burn. There was a fear prodding at the back of his mind but he was shocked more than anything. That was until he stared up in awe back at the TV screen to see it glowing completely gold with a bright, astral shape emerging from the screen out towards him! It held no decipherable form, more an amoeba. It quickly slithered through the air towards his gaping maw and began to forcefully shove itself to the back of his throat, ramming into it like a battering ram sending him jolting slightly back and straight postured.

He gave out a muffled cry and his eyes went wide while a stream of the same burning warmth he felt in his fingers began pouring down his throat into his gut and spreading out across his entire body like wildfire. The gold, astral form sent more and more of its tendril shape down his mouth, moving like a gentle wave as it did so. Ryan felt immobile, his body under a spell, though it might have been the overwhelming pleasure rattling him and blanketing his thoughts with a skittish joy. It was difficult for him to comprehend it since he had little time to react to what was even going on.

Suddenly, strong pulses of magical energy began to explode within Ryan sending him stiff as board in his seated stance on his calves. His eyes lit up like a lighthouse, gold beams firing out and casting against the wall like a spotlight. Similar beams of energy shot out from whatever holes were available, nose, ears, ass, dick, fingernails; the whole of the inside of his body was lighting up like a Christmas tree. His skin wherever it was thinly layered also gave off a slight inner glow.

Ryan’s panic strangely seemed to falter, breaths becoming longer and heavy, his body reaching a calm. His thoughts scattered from random instances of today, to what he was doing before the sudden confusion of this moment, and even wandering to moments of his past as if his life was playing itself out in his head. Something was digging through his cherished thoughts, finding what made him tick. His mind might as well have been short-circuiting.

Soon, he began to feel a presence within his head. He couldn't tell if it was speaking to him or if it was his own thoughts trying to calm him down, but strange thoughts nontheless flooded in, assuring him this was good, that this is all he could wish for, that he should let the pleasant thoughts take root. He fell onto his hands and knees, gut swaying down as he gradually began to surrender himself, a hazy image of the genie girl from the game, only now looking more of flesh than pixels, beginning to chip away at his psyche, inserting herself into mental slots she had no reason to exist in. He was finding it harder to determine who she was, or who he was. Which one of them was in desire of this overwhelming power?

Who, what!? This magic! He stuttered within his mind. His body thirsting for more magic. I don't know why, but I... I feel so happy! I feel free!

Ryan screamed loud enough that it shrilly wriggled out from the muffling barrier that was the gold tendril. His entire body began to vibrate very lightly, relaxing him further. After each long breath, allowing more of the tendril to slither in effortlessly each time, he exhaled with a rapturous moan. With each groan of release his body shriveled slightly, the glutenous mass of his gut starting to recede and the chubbiness of his limbs thinning out. He became elated especially over the feeling of the long haired carpet starting to tickle the spaces between his shrinking sausage fingers as he gripped at the floor, his digits before so chubby they wouldn't have allowed their entry.

Slowly Ryan felt the fat rolling about him, his body agitated dough. His belly looked like it was eating itself from the inside out, sucking in with each compression, leaving less fat behind with each burgeoning exhale. His heavy, sagging ass cheeks, and swaying, tubby pectorals were perking up as the excess mass was removed from them as well. The actual definition of his bottom was emerging, something with actual shape to it rather than a blobby cushion that he regularly had fixed to the floor. His pecs too began to hoist up more against his chest. Though strangely his man boobs seemed to stop their ascent after a while, content on only shrinking slightly in size. He didn’t think much of it though, more than happy with the euphoric changes befalling him.

How exciting! I can feel myself emerging! Ryan mentally squealed, the flashes of the genie girl in his head doing an excited squeal herself as to mirror his own. He wasn’t quite sure what his train of thought was by thinking that, but it made sense to him. He clearly felt like the body he was always meant to have was breaking free, but what body did he have in mind? There was conflict in the decision, his personal identity fluctuating in limbo while it pondered over what was desirable. They weren’t even sure if they were man or woman anymore. This genie girl that sprawled their memories, this Shantae woman--the name slipped into place—shined like a beacon.

Ryan, or was it Shantae, felt the sides of their torso dramatically squash inward, fat violently jiggling out of existence, being compressed away under a vice. It squeezed tighter and tighter, creating a sort of suction point on each of their sides that drew in more fat from their limbs. The intensity of this moment coincided with a more ferocious pace by the glowing tentacle shoving itself into their mouth. It was too much for them and they flipped over onto their backside, thinner more delicate hands now grasping at their stomach as it began to sink into a more shapely state.

Shantae, or maybe still Ryan’s mind was blissful ascension, all doubts and worries being scrubbed out of existence as they felt their true self pushing forward, the magic they were now lusting for growing in power and clarity. The beams of light firing out of every orifice grew only brighter the closer they came to perfection, the room blinded in gold. Their deafening screams were held back only by the now fast pounding coil making love to their mouth. The exhilaration fattened their cock, the stimulating energy pulsating, ready to explode.

The smaller their body, the more swollen the cock became, pitching a mighty tent into their now far looser shorts. Ryan, or Shantae’s, shirt hung extremely loose as well, cascading down their sides now like a flowing tapestry. The bulbous gut from before was being tenderized into a flatter state with the repeating motions of an invisible mallet pounding away. The molding of their core fell into a perfect rhythm with the slides of the tendril into their mouth, as well as the embracing pressure to their sides. The sensation of their shrinking mass below their palms was as beautiful as feeling an unborn baby kick. They relished every impact, every vibration, her body was almost complete!

Yes, yes! Free me from this prison! Shantae howled within her mind, the echo carrying strong through her cranium. It finally made sense, she knew who she was, what she desired. She had been a slave to that cartridge, doing the dirty work of a captive genie for far too long. She deserved freedom, and she finally had it!

The changes picked up their haste, all the body hair across Shantae’s body fading, running away to hide in shame for they knew they did not belong. Her skin was allowed to breath for the first time in ages, the softness returning to her and pigments realigning with her more natural caramel skin tone. Her hair began to slither out from her head, turning a glossy, dark purple—along with her eyebrows—as it did. It grew long very fast, spreading out like a sinuous stream all around her. She sent one hand down to the river of hair to feel its velvet soft, voluminous splendor flowing between her fingers.

It wasn’t much longer until finally, the suction of unwanted fat reached a threshold. Shantae’s whole body tensed up and recoiled, her spine snapping into a finer curvature while her hip bone cracked and buckled outward immensely, creating a canyon between her thighs and a harsh feminine width when compared against her very thin lower torso.

The tendril from the TV then grew in size and began a slower final push inside her, her body enacting the final changes in concert. Her thigh gap became smaller but remained pronounced, as tight, feminine fat collected in her legs and ass cheeks, bloating them all to a point where they fed into the shape of her super wide hips more elegantly. They had reached a perfect state for the dancer she was, recapturing some of the space left behind in her larger shorts, her toned butt cheeks in particular clamping a bit to the loose fabric. The more the glowing tendril forced itself slowly in, the more she gained her sharp, feminine form, her sides a dramatic dip and her tummy a tight, flattened core with sensual tonnage rising around her naval under the delightful tracing of her fingertips. Her leftover man boobs firmed up as well, wiggling and lifting proudly onto her chest, the fat and tissue mingling to create a pair of perky, modest breasts that now rose as the only hills under her extremely loose fitted, oversized shirt—she had shrunk quite a bit through her ordeal. With each jostling motion of her body came a slight jiggle to her tits. Oh how good it felt to have the girls back.

Shantae’s cute toes curled in delight as she felt the final entry of her essence from the cartridge fill her, her mouth clamping shut. As it shoved itself down into the chasm of her inner core, it yanked at her shoulders along the way, snapping them down into a gentler, sloping curvature. It also tugged at her neck, snatching her Adam’s apple from her and setting her true voice free. She let it loose with a rapturous cry, feeling the magic within her finally lock into place as her own. The light emitting from her reached its purest state yet, the entirety of the room a piercing gold one could not hope to see through, the beams firing out the windows of the apartment vividly, even through the curtains.

She suddenly felt the skin of her face tug back and her nose snap left and right. At the same moment she felt her cock pulsate once more. Her balls, which had shriveled up to near nothing, were filling her penis with every last bit of spunk they could, ready to be rid of it forever. As both orbs tucked themselves within her, she could feel them shifting about and digging out a hollow passage along their path, each one settling to an opposite side of her hips as a brand new ovary. The sensation was unnerving yet totally pleasurable. She stuck both hands into her shorts, one hand to caress and encourage her cock to let it all go and the other to massage at her lower abdomen, thirsting for the emptiness within her to grow. Which it did, the cavernous space swimming further down till it slammed into the base of her dick, transferring it’s pressurized push into the urethra.

“Ohhh! Free me! I’m so clooooose!” Shantae moaned, unable to keep herself calm for even the briefest of moments. She worked the head of her cock with rapid strokes, the shaft looking inhumanly bloated as if it had been in water too long.

While she continued to beckon the mortal juices within her towards the surface—pre-cum already dribbling out in thick, bubbly wads—Shantae’s true face was crafting itself out of what was left of Ryan’s. Trickling pathways of pleasure traced themselves across the bones of her face, numbing the fierce cracking within her cheeks and chin—both cutting themselves into sharper yet gentle shapes. Her cranium was squashed soon after, forcing a shrill squeal from the struggling genie girl, her hand grasping hard on her cock and forcing out the first few ropes of cum.

Undeterred by her shrinking skull, she held firm to her bloated cock and continued to pump faster, delighted that she was finally able to let it all out. Cum spilled freely and excessively from her rod like a water gun, lengthy bursts peppering the inside of her shorts and causing the soaked stain to grow. There was so damn much of it she wondered if it'd ever end. All she could do was pump harder and faster and wish for it.

Finally she could feel it deflating, and the pressure at its base tugging. She celebrated with a long, trailing moan, the contours of her face smoothing out and her lips inflating, making her O-face more plump and succulent in its shape. Her eyelids flapped to the beat of her racing heart—made enticing by her lashes sprouting further in length. Every pop and crack to her feminizing visage was an electric shock to the tip of her cock, dispelling more of the pesky male juices. The smaller her dick became, the wetter and clearer the fluids being expelled were. Yes, she was close!

Shantae felt the hole within her begin to suck at her cock, tugging it inside her, as a rim for which the hole could emerge formed around the base. The walls within her quivered, new nerves coming to life. The goopy mess all over her was now being doused in a sea of clear, watery spunk. Her shorts were hopelessly soaked by this point, the love within her spilling out with reckless abandon. Her body was in full celebration, dick wriggling into a mere nub against a wet slit slicing itself open along its path like a zipper opening up. The mushroom head of her cock was sealed shut forever and given new purpose as it began to tuck itself under the upper flap of her forming pussy. The head which brought so much pleasure for a man was now being enhanced, given even greater receptors for which to bombard Shantae’s entire being with bliss.

Digging her fingers into her fresh folds, Shantae tugged at what was once her cock and lifted, sending her on a magic carpet ride there was no getting off of. Her body felt floaty, her mind in the clouds as two middle fingers pounded at her slobbering snatch. Her ass floundered about in the growing puddle beneath it, her free hand creating small splashes too.

With the gold rays of light filling the room starting to flicker, Shantae knew she was close. There was nothing left to release, she had it all. Now it was pure reward, the pleasure of a lifetime, the pleasure of rebirth!

“Goooh! Hooohh!! OOOHH!!!”

All the light in the room blinked out of existence and contained itself in her eyes, pure gold with golden tears of ecstasy spilling down her cheeks. Her still human ears began to pop and pull at the tips. The final marker of her geniehood was awakening with her climbing climax. Her lower lobes disappeared, fusing to the extending rims that were lengthening and sharpening into a fine point. 1 inch, 2 inch, she was able to more freely wiggle them about the longer they grew, and they shivered at the sound of her own wails coming in more crystal clear. She never knew how much she could miss her own voice.

And then, a sweet, freeing release.

“Gah, AAAAAHHH!!!!”

The numbing force of the climax had Shantae’s body clenching and contorting in embarrassing ways, the hand inside her being clamped on by the new musculature within. The fluids slowly began to halt their free flowing ways as she wrestled with the woes of her moment. She didn’t want it to stop, but it was, her shrieking vocals brought down to brutish grunts while she desperately tried to work any lasting pleasure she could out of her snatch. She gave up of course, allowing herself to finally breathe calmly, large gasps of restorative air filling her lungs as she rested on her back in a wet and sticky mess of her creation.

“Hah… I should… hah… probably clean up…” she weakly spoke while wobbly raising an arm, her fingers in a pre-snap position. She mustered up her genie powers for the first time in her new form and snapped, creating yet another blinding gold light that filled the room. This wouldn’t take long.

***

“S-So uh, are you really Ryan?” Jared squeamishly asked Shantae. He had been blindsided once he came home to see a hot-as-hell tan-skinned beauty gaming where Ryan usually sat wearing his loose fitting clothes. She explained the situation to him but he was understandably finding it hard to believe. That was until she started spilling the beans on information only he and Ryan could possibly know.

“Well, I do have all of his memories and a fondness for the same things he did. But it wouldn’t really be fair to call me him. I’m very much my own genie thank you very much. Er, half genie actually.”

Shantae became frustrated at the Mario game she was playing, giving a cute little grunt of frustration before adamantly going at things again with a bright smile. She seemed a lot more bubbly and cheery than Ryan ever did. At one point she gazed down at her loose clothes and commented on how she forgot to change them.

“I really should get out of these.” She said before flicking a finger at her wardrobe, lighting it up with magic and transforming it into her usual genie garbs, but with a slight modification. She had a light blue, bare shoulder shirt—that covered only her breasts—with a cutesy Mario image on it. One of the slips of fabric holding up the shirt rested further down on the arm instead of on the shoulder, giving off a racy allure.

“There we go! Much better.” Shantae giggled before continuing to play. Jared had hopped a bit back after seeing the magic once more, Shantae already having showed off several feats since he had returned home. It didn’t make it any less surprising each time.

Suddenly there was a thumping in Jared’s chest as he gazed over the new, far more exposing outfit of Shantae. He was quick to pitch a tent in his pants, though he was too caught up in his own lecherous gaze to notice. This didn’t go unnoticed by Shantae, who began to blush a little as she spotted the fidgeting Jared out of the corner of her eye and his… large cock. She wasn’t sure if it was the fondness for Jared given off by her other self, but she “wanted it” as well. She’d been friends with Jared most of one of her lifetimes, and she was finally free of her captivity. She needed to do a lot more than gaming, to live life to the fullest. To uh… fill herself, nah her life with new experiences…

Shantae took a deep breath and placed down the controller, turning towards Jared with a nervous stare. Trying to keep her bubbly tone, she asked, “So uh, Jared?”

Jared stiffened to an alert posture and responded with a quick yes.

“H-How about we… How about we play a new game!?” Shantae suggested with a carefree smile.

She leaned into Jared with a kiss, him returning in earnest by prodding her mouth with his tongue. As she released from his mouth, she sent a gentle stroke down his jeans along his hardening meat.

“I’d like to play with your joystick for a while.”

It wasn’t long before Jared had Shantae bucking on the bed, his large dick raising a hill within her abdomen, overtaking her tight, tiny cavern. Shantae thought she might be sick of videogames after escaping from her cartridge chamber, but she had quickly found herself jumping back into them—thanks to Ryan’s influence. However, she wasn’t going to complain too much if these were the types of games she could look forward to.