Damon looked to the door and back to the genie.
'Uh, can you go back into the lamp? I don't want to answer the door with you lurking behind me.'
The genie nodded. 'Yes, but after you dismiss me you must wait a day and a night before you can call me back.'
Damon was hardly listening as he went to the door. 'Yeah, sure. You can go.'
The venue vanished with a pop as Damon reached the door.
Opening it, he saw a tall woman with short white blonde hair standing there with her arms crossed. Monica.
'Hi Damon, I think you still have my camera.'
She seemed very uncomfortable to be there. Their breakup had been awkward, with her giving the whole 'its not you, it's me' speech but never giving any explanation of substance.
They had been dating for two months, and had really seemed to enjoy each other's company. Things only went bad after they consummated their love. Or at least tried to.
Damon's old cock had been barely 4 inches, and Monica was not at all petite - 5'11" and big boned. Damon suspected she had faked it, and his meager endowment just hadn't done the job. It hadn't been good for him either, she had been too loose for his pleasure.
Damon stepped aside. 'I think so, let me look around for it. I think it's in my closet'.
She followed him to the bedroom, even more uncomfortable than ever. She stood in the doorway, unwilling to walk into the room where their sexual trainwreck had occurred.
Damon grabbed the camera from the shelf and stood in frony of the bed.
'I need to know something and I'm sorry that this is awkward. Did you break up with me because of my small penis?'
Monica coughed, her face turned bright red.
'No, uh no not at all. It's me not you...'
Damon shook his head. 'Your mouth says no, but your blush says yes. It's ok, I get it.'
He handed her the camera and picked up the lamp. 'This is going to sound crazy, but this is a magic lamp I found this morning. I know my dick was tiny, which is why I wished for something better.'
Before she could react, he tossed the lamp on the dresser and pulled down his pants and underwear in one swipe.
Monica gasped when she saw what was between his legs. A coke can sized sheath reached most of the way up to his navel, and two baseball sized nuts hung in the sack below it. Both were covered in short dense almond colored fur. The black tip of his horsecock was pushing out and into view.
Damon couldn't have known this, but Monica was both a size queen and really into horses. Part of the reason she had been so unsatisfied was her long use of an equine shaped dildo. Seeing the real thing attached to a man she had been falling hard for was an instant turn-on.
Without a word, she pushed him over onto the bed. Cloths were torn as they stripped each other naked.
They moaned in unison as the flare of Damon's stallionhood pushed home, as wide as his wrist. Thirteen inches of shaft behind it, he bottomed out.
The first round was just hard fast rutting, but as the night wore on, they became creative with ways to pleasure each other.
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The morning sun poked through the curtains. Damon stirred with a smile. He hadn't been asleep long, after falling asleep together, they had woke each other up for additional rounds of lovemaking several times in the night.
The bed was soaked, his equine endowments seemed to have a limitless supply of cum, giving close to a pint of jizz with every climax.
Monica was sound asleep next to him. As he sat up, long thick silky black hair fell over his eyes. This was a surprise as his hair had always been a boring medium brown, prone to curling if left longer than a buzz cut.
His hair (apart from the occasional clump of dried jizz) was perfect silky straight and smooth, right out of a shampoo commercial. It fell thickly down to his shoulder blades in front, and down to midback behind him.
Reaching back and sinking his hands into it's thickness, he realized the hair continued growing from the back of his neck and was a true mane.
Looking down, he noticed his stomach had tightened up a bit. While he lacked any real muscle definition, his midriff was nice and flat.
His ass and thighs on the other hand were showing a lot of new mass, all of it muscle. As he walked to the bathroom, he could see and feel the power rippling under his skin.
'This keeps getting better and better' he thought.