While Damon was indulging in his basest desires (yet so satisfying), the genie awaited his next master. He saw that Damon was now happy. As an enormous bull, most powerful indeed, he would not end up in anyone's plate. On the contrary, he would be top prize in fairs and demands for his seed would make the farmer, his definite owner, very rich indeed. Damon would satisfy his simple needs and desires without restrains. His lust would be answered by willing cows, impressed by his pheromones, loud bellows and bulging muscles. His enormous swinging testicles would prove very, very fertile. Damon would be extremely happy and easily forget his human life. After all, what did he have to miss? He'd have no rent to pay, no job to keep and none of the petty concerns inherent to the complex lives of humans. He'd always have a barn, a shelter, cool water and grass or hay. Sure, flies might annoy him a little in the summer but other than that... He wouldn't even care about relieving himself, whether by pissing, defecating or mating in front of anyone. It would be a liberation for him. Rolling in the grass and mating would be the height of his day. Other overworked humans would kill for this sort of life! His last thoughts might have been of his massive new penis in erection, filling him with pride in a crass and lowly way, as if his self-esteem should be reduced to the size of his cock... But Damon was happy and that was that. The genie slumbered until his next mischief to accomplish.
He was pulled back into the open world in a a room that obviously belonged to that of a teenage boy. Boy that was in front of him at the moment, with eyes about to pop out from his head.
"How might I serve you master?"
The youth took his time to answer, which the genie took to examine his new master more fully, as well as his environment. And a crass one it was... It was filthy and smelled of illegal alcohol and substances. The room was extremely messy and reeked of stupidity and shameful behavior. The teenager was just as dirty, as well as his clothes. The genie refrained from scowling in disgust. That one needed to be helped, and the genie would make sure his wishes would be misinterpreted for the best. He wouldn't need much luck in that anyway. This human looked stupid enough to make his wishes in the rashest way possible, without a single thought.
"You're... You're a genie?... Like... Like in 'Aladdin'?" slurred the idiotic teen.
"Yes. Three wishes are yours, so tell me what your desires are," simply said the genie.
The teen laughed out loud.
"I'm really tripping! Cool!"
The genie sighed inwardly. He thought he was an hallucination. Because he had taken drugs, that poor idiot. But it would make his job easier. He would teach this good-for-nothing a good lesson. Three, even.
"So what are your wishes?"
"It's fun to beat dorks. And I like girls. I'm tripping, so I'll just make crazy, crazy wishes!"
The genie grinned. Perfect! That idiot was going to say nonsense and he would open the opportunity to throw him into humiliating yet deserved situations and transformations. Besides, he was clearly a bully alongside an imbecile and those were the best to trick with their own wishes.
"Okay, here we go! I know what I want!" yelled happily the teen.
The genie smiled even wider.