The Touch: part 9! Sorry for the massive delay. really.

Ok, i figured i'd give this writing thing a shot. so, here it is. suggestions for improvements are welcome.

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The slab of stone groaned, and rose. plumes of dust fell from the ceiling, barely visible in the dank darkness that penetrated most of the the tomb. As the archeologist dusted off his hands, he stood up. taking the lantern that provided the single circle of light in the ancient structure, he walked through the newly opened passageway. the lantern threw light into the chamber beyond, revealing nothing but a solitary oil lamp, of ancient design on a stone pedestal. our archeologist walked hesitantly towards it, and gently raised it from the pillar on which it stood. seeing that nothing had happened, he walked out of the hall. through the twisting passageways of the catacombs he went, stopping only occasionaly to remember the way. when he emerged from the darkness and into the light of the desert, he walked towards a small tent pitched by the half covered entrance to the underground complex. the furnishings were basic, but adequate. he placed the lamp on a small folding desk, and hung the lantern from a hook in the roof. He sat down on the chair next to the desk, and picked up the lamp. It was gold, or at least gold coloured, and still highly polished despite being stuck in an ancient chamber for centuries. He gently brushed the side of the lamp with his fingertips. a long plume of blue smoke shot out, and swirled into a column.

"Are you awake?" The voice was female.
"Who.."
"So you are awake. Well, get up. I don't have all day." Compliant, the man stood up, opening his eyes. standing in the center of his tent was a woman. She had dark eyes and tanned skin. Her body was curvy and lithe. she was dressed in baggy trousers, a simple cloth strap around her chest, and a blue gemstone with a gold frame set into her forehead. "Make your three wishes and begone. I want to get back to my lamp." disbeliving, the man reached out and grabbed her arm, trying to see if she was real. her eyes widened and she gasped. quickly the hand was withdrawn.
"I..Im sorry!" the man blurted. "I didn't mean to"
"No, I was just suprised." the womans voice was less clipped, warmer. "Do it again." gingerly he reached out and touched her arm again. her eyes rolled back and she let out a slow breath. "Yeah… you've got it."
"Got what?"
"The Touch. Look, I'm a genie, right?" He nodded "Exactly. you shouldn't be able to touch me. but because you have the Touch, you can."
"So i still get three wishes, right?"
"Nope." He looked puzzled. She sighed. "You get as many as you like." He perked up.
"Can i get started right away?" she nodded. "Well, can you change your body shape?" her head flopped down. evidently she had been expecting this.
"Let me guess." Her hands grasped her chest "More meat here?"
"Not initially." She raised an eyebrow. "First, grow taller. Until my head is at your breast level." She shot upwards, looking resigned. "Now. Add muscle." She looked startled. she had not expected that.
"Muscle? You mean, as in, biceps?"
"Rippling thighs, washboard abs, pecs like planks of wood, the whole thing, yes." She stared at him for a few seconds, then, maintaining her gaze, raised her arms and flexed. Biceps popped out of her arms, swelling like ripening fruit. Her abdominal muscles shifted beneath her skin, a steely hard 8-pack formed. Her chest surged out as pectorals thickened to inches deep. Every part of her body was thicker and more powerful. "Now bigger breasts." Her chest surged outwards a second time as breasts swelled like water balloons hooked up to a firehose. He walked up to her, and looped his arms around her waist. His face was buried in her chest.
"I suppose you want sex now." she sighed.
"No. This is… enough." He drifted into slumber.

Setyla looked down at the man resting in her arms. His hair was sandy blond, his head rested on her chest. Eyes that, had they been open would be blue, were shut in contented slumber. his mouth was set in a happy grin. After he had fallen asleep hugging her, she had grabbed him, to stop him from falling, and laid on the camp bed in the tent, him on top of her. She took inventory of her new body. eight foot tall, massive breasts, good posture, and muscles which could break rocks. that was odd. most of the masters she had had wanted her to turn their wives/girlfriends/any woman they met into small, compliant, big breasted sex slaves. She knew times had changed, but this was what he liked? Muscle? She drifted into darkness as she contemplated her new master.

Stan woke up. Man, he'd been overdoing the excavation. he dreamed he'd found a shapeshifting genie who would do whatever he asked. imagine that! His pillow was a lot bigger and firmer than he remembered.
As he opened his eyes, he saw a vast expanse of smooth and suspiciously round flesh. It couldn't be real. He found his arms were wrapped around a very hard torso. It couldn't be real. He saw a massively muscled arm on either side of the chest. It couldn't be real.

But it was. He had found a genie who would do anything he wanted. could give him anything he liked. and who now held him in her big, strong, muscular arms against her magnificent chest. He should be freaked out, but he wasn't. if anything he felt more comfortable than ever. Struggling free proved no good: her arms were like girders. But he managed to wriggle up to see her face. Her eyes opened.
"Errm…" He felt awkward, as though he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't.
"Hello." She said. He smiled nervously. it seemed the only thing to do. "Aren't you going to talk to me?"
"You are a genie, arent you."
"Thats what i said."
"You also said i have unlimited wishes."
"Thats right. You see, you have the Touch." Stan gave a blank stare "Right… where do i begin. Magic abilities are natural. all that stuff about learning it from books is rubbish. ok?" Stan nodded "Well, such abilities are very rare, and the Touch is so rare, only one other person has ever had it, and he was the one who put us into lamps and rings. Basically, you have complete power over genies. any of us that you find will serve you. Now, would you mind answering me a question."
"Shoot."
"Why did you want me to have muscle?"
"I just like it. Why? You can be normal sized if you like, if you don't want to be this big."
"No" she said "I've decided i rather like being this size." She hugged stan even closer. "I was just suprised is all. By the way, what is your name, master.?"
"Stan. and yours?"
"I am setyla. now, how about breakfast in your new york apartment?"
"Aside from this tent, all i have is a dingy little room in soho. I don't have an apartment in New"
CLAP
"York" He was no longer in his camp bed, but a wide bed with a black wood frame. the walls were white, large curtains were drawn and the floors were polished wood.
"You do now. Now, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Full english, please." Stan replied "It's weird, i should be freaked out by all this magic that you do, but i'm not."
"Well" Setyla pushed him off of her "the Touch is something you've always had." she swung her legs over the side "so you've always known about genies" she streched her arms to either side of her body, causing a series of sexy twitches and ripples all over her arms and back. "and what we can do. so you aren't freaked out by our magic." she walked out of the room, her hips swaying seductively.
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There you go. comment, praise, flames, leave it all here. and if it seems unfinished, thats because it is. I should do some more soon. or not, as the case may be.