Published: Aug 1, 2024

My one hundred and forty-first caption, featuring a classic Genie scenario.

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Ever since he was a child, Patrick Bell had dreamed of being the world’s greatest swimmer. He watched all the competitions, both new and old, followed and collected memorabilia from all the greats, and visited the pool religiously to practice his form. He did everything in his power to make himself into the best swimmer he could, but as the old saying always went, there’s always a bigger fish. Someone better, more talented than him.

Sure, he had won a few local and regional competitions, earning a respectable number of trophies, ribbons, and other various rewards, but Patrick wanted to go all the way. That, of course, being the Olympics. He wanted to be the world’s greatest swimmer, not just his town or state’s greatest. Unfortunately, when stacked against what the rest of the U.S. had to offer, he was nowhere near their level of skill or talent, no matter what he did.

Realizing he had reached the skill ceiling and not wanting to cheat or get ahead through unfair or illegal means, he began looking for other ways to improve himself. Nothing seemed to work, from herbal supplements, alternative medicine, and everything in between. Finally, he was forced to delve into the… weirder stuff. Sure, he didn’t believe in fairytales, or any of that other stuff, but running out of options, he ordered a “genuine” genie lamp. The seller from Saudi Arabia had advertised it as being “the real deal”, and even though Patrick was sure it was snake oil, he had to at least try. He glanced over the warning in the description, something about being a “trickster” and a little “too literal”, but he chalked it up to a mistranslation.

A few weeks later, the lamp finally arrived at his apartment, packaged very well with pads, foam, and other materials that guaranteed its safety. Wasting no time, he took it to his room, breathing deeply before rubbing it, only for… nothing to happen. Panicking, he began to rub it even more vigorously, terrified that he had spent so much of his money for a paperweight, before a cloud of colored smoke exploded from the lamp’s interior.

“Alright, alright, I’m here, damn it!” The Genie shouted, appearing before Patrick with nothing but thin, see-through fabrics to “hide” her naughty bits. “I’m still dealing with the jet lag and the headache from being jostled around in that package, do just give me a moment, will you?!”

“Uh… ok. I’m sorry.” Patrick apologized, feeling both intimidated and a little turned on by the sight as he turned around to conceal himself.

“OK OK… shake yourself out, get into character… and… alright.” The Genie “pepped” herself up, sharing her hands as if getting rid of some dust. “Mortal, you stand before Shafiqa, all-powerful Genie and granter of your deepest, most hidden desires! You get one wish. Use it wisely.”

As she floated before Patrick, doing what could only be described as a “Jojo Pose” with her hands, he was starting to have second thoughts about his wish of swimming. He knew what he wanted, but now he was having his doubts about this Genie and their “qualifications”. Even so, it was either now or never, and he knew there were no other options to turn towards. Breathing deep, he said the words in his head once before speaking.

“Shafiqa, I wish to become the biggest, most-popular swimmer in the world!” He suddenly blurted out, immediately realizing the words his mouth had just said. They didn’t even come close to matching what he had said in his own head, yet he already knew he would be stuck with the results.

“That’s an awfully… strange way of wording it, but I’ll see what I can do for you. Mortal, your wish… is granted!” Shafiqa said as the smoke fully enveloped Patrick, lifting him off the ground as well. He could feel something happening to his body, but was unable to see any of the changes to his form. Finally, as the smoke began to clear and gravity came back, he was met with the sight and the weight of two massive breasts, barely contained by a swimsuit! “I wasn’t exactly sure what you meant by ”biggest”, so I went with a physical change! You’ll be very popular!”

“What the-” Patrick, now Patricia, exclaimed out loud, grabbing a handful of her new tits. “Hey! Don’t these defeat the purpose of swimming?!”

“How should I know? I’m a Genie, I’ve never been swimming before.” She dismissed, not seeming all that interested. “Either way, you’ve turned out quite pretty! I’ve made sure you’re both the biggest and the most popular! Have fun with everything… oh, and one more thing. Please use a better shipping service than FedEx or UPS. That last time was quite bad, and I’d like to wake up without a headache.”

“W-Wait, is there anything you could-” Patricia began to try and halt as Shafiqa disappeared back into her lamp, sealing itself back up. “Damn it!”

Just as Patricia’s heart began to relax again, she turned around to see a few papers had appeared on her desk. Picking them up, she saw it was a modeling contract, one that she had already signed and was now locked into for the next five years. As the ramifications of this began to sink in for her, she opened her closet to see all her clothes had changed too. Gone were her fine shirts and male swimsuits, now there were nothing but dresses, bras, and a seemingly endless selection of multi-colored swimsuits. From one-pieces, two-pieces, and even some more “exotic” stuff, everything was there.

Walking back over to her window, she saw she was no longer living in an apartment, but some kind of modern mansion in Beverly Hills, complete with one of the biggest private pools she had ever seen. Even more surprising was the small crew of photographers, assistants, and other support staff getting set up near the edge of said pool. Before anything else could happen, there was a loud knock at the bedroom door, shocking her.

“Patricia, the crew is just about ready!” Her agent said through the door, causing her to feel… something below. “You almost ready?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be out in a bit!” She answered, able to picture his face in her mind. She felt like she had always known him, and wanted him badly…