Simon began to cackle as he and Beldazzar passed like mist through the wall of the dorm, going into the room of Mark.
Mark was a scrawny pale little guy, the classic computer science geek, but all over the walls of his room he had fantasy posters and D&D miniatures. There were some really cool ones too, ones of fanged eyeballs and savage werewolves and all sorts of other minions of darkness which warmed the cockles of Simon's increasingly evil heart. "He really loves this shit, doesn't he?" a cackling Simon asked Beldazzar.
"Indeed, o master," Beldazzar intoned. "He does love these icons of wickedness, but only because he is not aware of their true truth."
Mark was there in front of his computer, working on some program or something, his pale pinched face illuminated by the screen. Simon chuckled. "Well then, it's time he learned that these things are real." Simon looked at the walls, trying to figure out which one of the monsters to pick, then just shrugged. "You know, I was thinking of having them all come attack him, but then he'd just be dead and there wouldn't be much torment. Instead, I wish that you'd turn Mark into some huge fucking monster. That would be even funnier."
Beldazzar sighed. "As you wish, o master." He waved his hand over Mark and the next second, the guy's face contorted, his eyes glazing over and his mouth falling slightly open and he began to twitch in what Simon imagined was the unendurable agony of the transformation. But it soon became clear from the gurgling and glassy-eyed panting that Mark was in anything but agony.
"He's enjoying this," Simon accused.
"Indeed," Beldazzar grinned, "you only said that he be turned into some 'huge fucking monster,' not that the transformation itself could not be pleasurable."
Simon frowned. It was a pisser being an evil master with a nice genie. But at least Mark was turning into a monster. His muscles swelled and his shirt began to rip across the back as he grew from five feet tall to nearly six then surpassed it. Buttons flew as his shirt ripped across the chest and hair spread and Simon imagined him turning fully into a giant slavering werewolf but that didn't happen. Instead, Mark just continued to get taller and broader with immense rippling muscle and a huge cock tearing out of his shredded jeans until at last he stood there with a final orgasm as a gigantic Conan figure standing well over seven feet tall and hung like a porn star.
Mark then looked at himself, stroked his arms in wonderment, then gazed in the mirror and cried, "Fuck yeah!" in a deep stentorian voice.
"That's not what I meant!" snarled Simon.
Beldazzar smiled. "But it is what you wished, o master? Is he not huge? Is he not well made for 'fucking' with such an appendage? And would not, were he to go into any gym in the world, be called a 'monster' with such an amazingly muscular physique as that?"