Drake fell over, his muscles still growing, pulsing and writhing, while his firehose dick stuck out like a baseball bat, growing longer and longer, reaching towards the lamp....
The lamp....
Drake realized he just had to rub the lamp, no one ever said WITH WHAT, and eventually his giant salami grew to the point where it touched the top. A thrill went down him as the cold metal poked his sensitive skin, but he twitched his mighty hips as much as he could, thrusting against the lamp.
A mist began to hiss from the lamp as he felt his bones cry out in stress from the muscles, threatening to snap them if he moved one single inch.
"What is your wish, o Master?" the genie asked in his mocking voice.
"I wish my bones wouldn't break..." Drake whimpered.
The genie nodded solemnly. "Then let it be done."
Drake felt the pain in his bones continue, but changing, and eventually he found himself able to stand. At least partially--his head was touching the ceiling and he was starting to hunch over.
"What did you do?" Drake asked.
The djinn waved dismissively. "I merely have made it so that your bones are now growing as with your muscle and other flesh." He smirked at Drake's enormous penis. "Though at a fast rate, of course. But they should never break."
Drake felt himself getting thinner and guanter, his muscles still huge, but stretched over a much larger frame.
"I wish I'd stop growing," Drake said.
The genie snapped his fingers. "Sorry." He grinned. "My service to you is at an end."
"What?" Drake gasped. He was now a ropy-muscled fifteen foot tall giant with a dick down past his knees. "You can't leave me like this!"
The djinn grinned. "I very well can and will. You have had your three wishes. The only way this can be changed is if another uses their wishes upon your behalf...."
With a hiss, he disappeared back into the lamp, while Drake found himself growing larger and larger, though mostly his enormous indestructible bones....