All night John sat there coated with glaze, he felt like part of himself was missing. It wasn't until his
morning firing in the kiln that he realized that his cock was no longer attached. He sensed his morning wood
next to him in the furnace. It was now a stopper for the bottle he had become.
"Kryptonian clay when fi-red eeezz indestructable," announced Le Artiste as he flourished his hands to display
the fired glazed bottle that John had been transformed into - and he jammed the stopper into John's mouth.
Gagged with his own cock, but at least he felt whole again. John became aware of the spectator to whom Le
Artiste was exhibiting John. It was the genie.
"Oh, yes perfect! My master trapped forever as my new home, and unable to make any more wishes! This is
perfect!"
"Oui! Monsieur Djinni, he will make a perfect home for you! Do youz want to try him out for size?" Le Artiste
offered unstoppering John.
As soon as the genie had turned into smoke and filled the bottle, Le Artiste jammed the stopper back in the
bottle.
"I think, Djinni, zat youz have a new master now!" laughed LeArtiste hugging the bottle that was John to his
body.
John's mind was in turmoil. He was immobile with a genie inside him and in the arms of an arch villain, who
now had the power of the genie. It was all John's fault, but he knew he still had super powers if only he
could figure out how to use them and set things right.