"Is there a fuckin genie in here?" Brock questioned, finally peeling his eyes from the lamp and looking toward you. "Three fuckin wishes for me to do whatever the fuck I want!" his voice got louder. "Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna wish to make you my fuckin servant first, to worship me as a jock rightfully should be!"
Brock gave his dick a tug as it started pushing against his compression shorts. "A real fuckin genie," He said, convinced of his wildest fantasy.
You kept your mouth shut, not moving, not standing, letting the jock contemplate and create his own prison.
Brock's eyes went back to the lamp, carefully studying it, carefully deciding what to do. "Let's wake this thing up and have him serve ME! HAHAH!" He shouts with the delight of pure evil.
Brock rubbed the lamp and the two of you start to notice it warm up. Start to notice gold streaks of electricity emanate from the lamp and out onto the spout. "So fuckin cool," Brock whispers, bringing the lamp up closer to his face.
A black cloud with gold electricity emanating through it starts to steam out of the spout, gathering more and more smoke as it begins to fall onto the locker room floor and out of the lamp. "Wake up, genie of the past, your new master is calling you!" Brock says, eager to see what is to happen.
The smoke doesn't form a creature, however, it quickly starts to encircle around Brock's naked feet and up his hairy shins and quads, climbing like slime up his body.
Brock's reaction quickly changes from excitement to fear. "What the fuck is happening?" he whispers.
Ever more smoke begins to billow out of the lamp, now aggressively covering and circulating around Brock like a tornado. "What the fuck! ARGH!" he shouts and he drops the lamp, it rolling about five feet away from him but continuing to possess him. "ARGH!" he shouts again, "what the fuck is happening to me?!?"
His back cracks as muscle begins to grow on the jock, pushing out his pecs, grooving in his abs, and thickening his Adonis and butt even greater than the jock had ever known was humanly possible. But he wasn't taking pleasure in it at all, no he knew something was wrong, he knew he was being imprisoned.
"NO!" he shouted, "It wasn't supposed to be like this, I can feel my mind I'm losing my freedom, my humanity, OH NO WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME!!"
The tornado lifted the jock up into the air as his growing feet lifted off of the surface. The hairs on his body started to incinerate and fade away as his legs started bulking out, his quads growing to twice their size as his butt pushed hard against his compression shorts.
The smoke forced his arms into a T, perpendicular to his body as he saw his armpit hair incinerate away as his forearms too lost their black hair. His biceps started to bulk up as his arms grew to almost twice their length, matching the height of the jock go from 6 feet to 10. The levitating jock's arm was now so strong that when the tornado knocked it to his left, he made a massive dent into the metal row.
"GAHH!" he shouted again, his body now pushing hard against his briefs. RIIIPPP they sounded as his quad finally split both his left and right legs up to his waist, and the sparking cloud chewing and incinerating away the now-torn briefs, leaving the jock naked.
His dick free, it started to grow erect with the freedom it now had, but the fear in Brock's eyes did not make the growing rod look like something that pleased him. "MAKE IT STOP!" He shouted, "I don't want to be, imprisoned, ARGGGHHH!"
As his dick started to grow, his legs started to meld together, the flesh sticking to itself as his feet forced themselves to wrap around each other, sticking as his flesh started to join from his ankles up through his shins and to his knees. His now massive package was pushed out by his bulked quads, but they soon consumed his testicles, then his dick as the quads pumped up and folded over his package. The smoke from the lamp then sparked electricity over his lower body causing it to trans-morph from flesh to an illustrious, abstract cloud of power and smoke.
"You fuckin tricked me!" Brock shouted. "I'll fuckin get you for this!" He raised his arm and commanded a lightening rod of power to incinerate you, but before he could strike, dark, chain link cuffs formed over his forearm, stopping his conjuring of the lightening rod.
"BAH!" He shouted, realizing he was losing his free will too quickly to enact any kind of vengeful consequences.
You decided to chime in. "You're too late, Brock, look at what your fuckin selfishness brought you to. Enjoy your itty bitty living space!"
"No, NO NO!!"He shouted as the steam forced the now giant genie, so large he was crunched against the locker room ceiling, back into the lamp that now owned him. "NOOOO!" he shouted as he shrunk faster and faster into the lamp, now swirling back down and sucked into his new home.
You looked around. The lockers had repaired themselves now that the transformation ceremony was over. The powers of the lamp had a new slave. And you had a new genie.
You thought carefully about what to do next.