Request - Godly Power

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My computer's being all messed up at the moment. Seriously, it's not even letting me use Paint, so I can't put my caption together. Thankfully, though, it can still do text. However, this is, like, my longest ever caption, so this is gonna be a big post.

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It's a request from the same anon who got Channel Hopping made, about a guy making a genie-wish to be a god and ending up a goddess instead.

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Djinni felt bored. She’d been sitting at the bottom of this stupid lamp for ages, waiting to be cleaned so that she could escape and grant a wish. She hadn’t granted any wishes in ages. The last time had to be, what, a century ago? Ugh. So boring. And it was stuffy in here.

Then she heard it. The magic rubbing. Soon she would be free…

Verus felt bored. His vast empire expanded across most of the Southern Hemisphere on 23rd-Century Earth, but still the North resisted. Could they not see? He would set them free from their silly notions of ‘democracy’ and ‘equality’. But he could not take it. Sat on his green-highlighted black metal throne, wearing a robotic bodysuit of the same, he grasped his glowing-green-topped sceptre and scowled. He needed a way to take more power. And he knew how to get it.

Recently, he had sent a team of adventurers to retrieve an artefact of great mystery from the midst of the Outback. One had returned, but Verus didn’t care for the fates of the others, for the survivor had what he had sought: a lamp. But this was not just any lamp. No, this lamp was said to contain a mystical being of unimaginable power - a genie. Verus smiled and rubbed the lamp…

Djinni grinned. She savoured the moment, slowly, surely, taking on her comprehensible form as she climbed from her cramped home. First came her head, of course, her pretty features set on her smooth, gaseous green skin, jet-black smoke pouring from her intangible scalp like thick, bushy hair. She snaked her arms out next, manicured black fingernails followed by svelte snakes of magical matter. She grasped the edges of the lamp - for aesthetics, of course, she couldn’t really touch anything - and made a show of forcing her curvy figure out, first her gently-downward shoulders, followed by an impressively large chest covered by a small bra. Then came her belly, sharply curved inwards, then out again, creating a perfect hourglass  figure. After her hips, however, there came no legs, just a vapour trail leading from the lamp’s pipe. She fluttered her eyelids and smiled sweetly. Her voice was birdsong. “Hello. My name is Djinni. I am your servant.”

Verus stared in amazement at the stunningly beautiful form before him. He thought, just for a split second, of simply giving himself up to her, perhaps even daring to request her hand in marriage, but the thoughts vanished as soon as the came, and the next moment he was all business. “You are a genie, correct.”

“Indeed I am.” came that wonderful voice.

“And you can grant the person who granted you freedom three wishes, I believe?” He had only settled on one wish so far, but he had just decided a second: that this wondrous visage take physical form and rule by his side as his empress. However, this dream was soon to be broken.

“No, I’m afraid that’s a myth. Just the one wish. Sorry.”

Verus sighed internally. There was no brief struggle inside of him between the two wishes. As he always said, business before pleasure. He spoke.

“I wish for the power of a god.”

Djinni frowned. She was bound by the laws of her people to grant the wish, but… this was dangerous. She saw inside the man before her, saw his love for her (bless), but beyond that she saw scathing hatred for life, for all civilisation. She could not let this madman destroy his world, but how could she grant the wish and stop him from doing so? Then the answer came to her. Oh, it was so simple. She was smiling again.

Verus raised an eyebrow. He thought he had seen a frown on the genie’s face, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared, so he dismissed it as a trick of the light. Djinni spoke once more. “Very well. Consider your wish… granted.”

Verus tensed himself, ready for agonising pain. What came instead, however, was a pleasant tingling. He looked down on himself, and suddenly the floor seemed to be getting closer. He looked up, and the ceiling rose further away, and he realised he wasn’t falling. He was shrinking. Fear flowed through him briefly as he imagined that the price for his power was a size that would make it impossible for him to use it, but the fear subsided when he stopped shrinking after losing just a few inches. Suddenly, he felt a small weight atop his head, and it was growing. Turquoise bangs grew into his field of vision, which was made all the more odd by the fact that his hair should be black. He shook his head, trying to get the weight off, and a ponytail poured out the back, way, way down, all the way to his knees. He was having a hard time figuring out what was going on.

The tingling intensified in his face and he reached a hand to it, and through his skintight glove he felt much smoother skin, just before his face shrank away from his hand, although Verus hadn’t moved at all - his head was getting smaller and, well, cuter, but still stern. Suddenly, his suit squeezed on his arms, and he watched with purple eyes as they seemed to obey the pressure, becoming smaller and slimmer. The squeezing then moved to his waist, and that too became thinner, even more so than the arms, curving inwards like Djinni’s. As his suit folded away, exposing most of his torso except for two small flaps on his chest and revealing that his well-toned muscles had melted away, he began to gain an inkling of his penalty.

“Oh… so that’s…” he murmured, somehow unsurprised at the soft, feminine alto that emerged from his mouth. He felt his hips pushing out to the sides, and more of his suit folded back to reveal the tops of his thighs, which had fattened up a bit to become round, while his still-covered shins had shrunk to achieve much the same, as revealed by the tight bodysuit. He felt his butt straining against the suit, then the suit loosened to let it grow briefly before he felt skin against it again, as tight as everywhere else, clamping against a large, round ass. Between his legs, the suit suddenly constricted and Verus gasped as something suddenly vanished there. Blushing furiously, she placed a slender hand against it, and the suit was tight and completely smooth. She was definitely a woman now, but of course, she wasn’t quite finished.

A jolt came from inside of her, and in spite of herself, she urged it forward because it just felt so good, and she began moaning in pleasure as she filled out, her chest pressing tight against the mere flaps meant to contain it as it swelled bigger and bigger, finally settling as enormous, bouncy boobs.

Undeniably pleased as she was with this body, with all the power she could feel, Venus still felt curious as she crossed an arms under her sexy new assets. “Why am I…”

“A woman?” Djinni finished. “Well, you only asked for the power of a god, and I granted it. However, your existing form couldn’t possibly contain that raw energy, so I remoulded it.”

“But why… a woman?”

“Gender transformations are fun. Besides, if you think for a minute, you’ll find I changed more than just your body.” Venus searched her mind, and found herself disgusted by her goals. She was a horrible dictator, believing she was giving the people what they wanted so she could control them. She was horrified.

“I… have to go.” she said, before dashing out the door.

Djinni smiled as she saw Venus return, beaming, several minutes later. “Well?” she inquired.

“You changed reality so everyone would always remember me like this.”

“That’s how genie wishes work. People would get suspicious otherwise. Anyway, I think there’s something else you need to tell me.”

“Of course, yes. My empire is ended. My people are free. They are mine no longer.”

Djinni smiled. She had expected this, but after granting Venus her powers she could only have hoped. After all, she couldn’t look into the mind of a goddess. “So, I suppose I am to take my leave. Farewell.” She moved to re-enter her lamp, but there was some force stopping her.

“No… please. Hang on…” Venus was holding her hand up. Djinni frowned as a strange sensation washed over her…

Venus concentrated hard on the magical being before her. What she had felt before changing - it remained. Djinni hadn’t bothered changing it. Venus was in love with her, and with her almighty power, she could make her dreams come true. She pulled, and suddenly the vapour trail cut off from the lamp, and Djinni was free-floating. Venus focused her power, and the trail became long, shapely legs, small, black panties above them. Uneasily, she put Djinni down. And she stayed. It had worked…

Djinni stared at her feet, astounded. No longer was she bound by the lamp! She was free! She looked up at the goddess before her. “Thank you.” She said, and suddenly Venus was flying towards her and their lips were locked together, the passion they felt for one another unending. Theirs would be a beautiful love, an immortal one, and they would be together for eternity...