Drake stood there, thinking of fucking Karen and incredibly pleased with himself until he felt something touch his dick, and then he looked down and realized it was the floorboards. To say it was dragging the ground was an exaggeration. The truth was that there was more of it stretched out on the ground than leading up to his crotch.
Drake also felt lightheaded as his body started to pump blood into it. "What did you do to my dick?" Drake gasped.
"You wished to be a foot and a half shorter," Beldazzar explained, "but just as strong as you were before. The muscle was easily rearranged, and the bones were thickened, but the excess skin? Well, I thought I might as well put it somewhere. Are you pleased, master?"
Drake was not pleased. In fact, he was nearly passing out. "What I wished today--I wish you'd reverse it!"
Beldazarr smiled. "As you wish, o master." He snapped his fingers.
Drake's perspective changed, and not just because he was suddenly getting taller. It changed because he was suddenly teleported back to Melissa's bedroom and then promptly hit his head on the ceiling. He grew taller and taller until he was finally a hunched over ten feet tall, but he felt weak. A lot weaker than he'd been at eight and a half feet and at seven feet, but thankfully his dick was now reasonably in proportion.
Beldazzar stood there and smiled. "The wishes are now reversed, insomuch as I could make them. Rather than shorter but still as strong, you are now taller and weaker. I have also sent you back to where you were, reversing the teleportation wish, but lo, mighty are my powers, o Drake. You had a third wish today, one that I did not grant but you still wished mightily, so I have reversed that as well: You wished that Melissa would go to work so you could find the lamp. Behold: You have now lost the lamp and Melissa is returned from work!"
With that, the lamp vanished from Drake's hands and appeared in Melissa's. "What is your wish, o Mistress?"
Melissa smiled. "I wish Drake would forget all about the lamp and would think that the way he is now is the way he always was. And the same goes for the rest of the world."
Beldazarr smiled. "Which includes you, o mistress." Beldazarr snapped his fingers and vanished into the lamp.
Drake stood there in Melissa's bedroom, hunched over and looking down at her.
"What was I saying?" she said, then looked around the room. "Jesus Christ, Drake. It's over between us! You come over here, kick in my door, trash the place and what? I know you've been fucking Karen." She looked at the lamp in her hand. "Is this supposed to be some weird sex scene, you pretending to be the 'genie of the lamp' or something?"
"Uh," Drake said. He didn't quite remember.
"Listen," Melissa said, "it's over, Drake. If Karen is into weird kinky scenes, fine. It was kinky enough for me dating a guy who's ten feet tall, but I draw the line at pretending you're a mythological creature. I wish you'd just go and have sex with Karen and leave me out of it."
"As you wish," said a voice and Drake vanished.
Melissa stood there, looking at the lamp, as the smoke poured out and formed into a djinn. A real one, not just her former giant boyfriend. "Behold, I am Beldazzar, the djinn of mind and body! What is your desire, o mistress?"