ROYAL REWARD: Juri of the Lamp, Part 1 (Geniefication, Expansion, Hypnosis)

The grating struck the museum floor with a clang, and rattled there for a few seconds before it finally stopped moving. No sooner had it stilled than a pair of slender legs poked out of the open vent, wiggling in the air as their owner adjusted her grip. At last, she dropped, striking the ground with a soft thud.

Juri Han stood there a second or two, waiting to see if her arrival had tripped the alarm or alerted any guards. When nothing happened, she smiled and strode forward, kicking the grille out of the way as she passed. She’d practically succeeded already. 

Her target lay at the far end of the gallery: a small brass lamp in a glass box, practically hidden among the forest of spears and shields and tribal masks. According to the sign on the display, it was nothing more than a common antique, one of a thousand such lamps produced during antiquity. But Juri knew better. 

Approaching the lamp’s display, she raised a hand and, with a flex of her wrist, produced a thin knife. Placing it against the glass, she drew a perfect circle. First try too–who said she wasn’t a genius? Licking her lips, she slipped the knife away and raised her fist. Now, here came the delicate part.

With a crash, she punched right through it. The case exploded into a million pieces. 

Snatching the lamp from its shattered home, Juri raised it over her head and resisted the urge to howl in laugher. She’d done it! Now all she needed to do was get out of here before someone came to investigate. Turning, she scanned the doorway and scurried towards it, poking her head around the corner in search of guards. Fortunately, the corridor was clear. 

Just as she was about to run for it, she felt something strange. Looking down, she gasped to see the lamp rumbling in her hands, shaking like a generator someone had just flipped the switch on. Stumbling back, she held it away from her, ready to drop it the instant it started smoking. Had someone hidden a bomb in the thing? What kind of security measure was that?! 

With a whoosh, smoke poured from the spout of the lamp. Juri didn’t waste a second tossing it, but she was too late. Even as it struck the ground, the lamp’s smoke curled around her feet and coiled up her legs like a serpent. “H-hey!” she cried, kicking at it. “What the hell–?! How is this…?!” 

Smoke, thick and pink as cotton candy, swirled around her, cutting off all sight of the world outside. She squealed and slapped at it, fighting to break through and escape, but it might as well have been impenetrable–she just couldn’t get through. 

All of a sudden, she felt so hot. Swirling in search of an exit, Juri wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. As she raised her hand, however, she noticed something: her outfit…? Was it melting?! 

Plop! 

Her eyes wide, Juri watched in silent horror as her catsuit ran from her body like melting wax, pouring to the floor as a growing purple puddle. Though she wasn’t the type to feel embarrassed about her body, the sheer absurdity of the situation momentarily overwhelmed her: gasping in terror, she struggled to scoop the molten cloth up, as if she could keep it stuck to her. This was about as effective as it sounded. 

As the last of her outfit dripped from her shoulders and chest, revealing her perky nipples, she realized something new was happening: bubbling, her molten outfit rose and swirling around her, flowing fast around her hips and arms and chest. 

With a resounding clang, a portion of the stuff suddenly stopped and froze, instantly solidifying into a pair of giant golden armlets covered in a red jewels. “H-hey!” she cried, struggling to pull them off. “What the fuck?!” 

At the same time, the substance tightened around her hips, hugging her groin and slicing through her asscheeks like a thong. She squealed. W-wait–no, it was even worse than that: not only was it squeezing her, but she could feel her thighs and hips straining against it too, fighting to grow, to fill it even tighter. The pressure made her want to squeal in pain.

In the end, her molten clothes congealed into a bright purple thong, painfully tight. She squealed and struggled to pull it off, but it was like it was fixed to her.

Before she could succeed, something else snatched her attention: a sudden pressure in her chest, as if a pair of balloons were being pumped up inside her. Looking down, she moaned to see her boobs inflating, rising fuller and thicker and rounder than ever with every passing second. Meanwhile, her former catsuit wove itself a skimpy purple croptop and squeezed her swelling boobs so tight she couldn’t help but squeal in pain. Adding insult to injury, it barely even concealed them! Half of her plump new nipples were on display!

Finally, the stuff swirling around her neck solidified into a harsh, golden collar, tight enough to make her gasp in pain. “What the hell is going on?!” Juri screamed, scrabbling to pull it off. 

She heard a sound like a vacuum. Something tickled her feet. Juri stopped her struggling and gasped to see the smoke vanishing, swirling through the air and back into the spout of the lamp. For a moment, she felt a spot of relief. Whatever had been happening, it was finally over. 

Then she felt that tickling in her feet again, and looked down. And shrieked. 

Before her eyes, her toes dissolved like smoke in the wind, sucked up and down the lamp’s spout, and followed swiftly by her ankles and her legs. Falling to her butt, she screamed in terror. “H-hey! Let me go! Let me go!” She scrabbled at the floor, struggling to hold on, but the lamp’s suction was inescapable. In the end, she could only hold on for so long. 

Finally, her grip gave. Screaming, Juri shot into the tight, dark confines of the lamp.

*

It was impossible to tell how long she spent in there. Scrunched up like a piece of paper, her face squeezed against her own ass, Juri had no apparent need for food or water or even, so far as she could tell, air. In the darkness, time soon slipped and shot from its spindle. She might have been in there for hundreds of years. 

Then something rubbed the lamp, and she found herself sucked out of it. Back into the open, and face to face with none other than…

All her relief vanished, replaced by hate. “You!” 

“That’s right, Juri,” said Chun Li, smirking widely. “Enjoying your new home?” 

“My new…?” Juri clenched her fists. “You’re behind this, aren’t you?! Turn me back!” 

Her fellow fighter grinned. “And why would I do that?” 

“Are you as thick are your thighs?! Just turn me back, you big bitch!” 

Chun Li rolled her eyes. “I really wish you’d be more pleasant.” 

At once, Juri’s frown split into a buoyant smile. “Hehe! Yes, Mistress! Your wish is my command!” 

She slapped her hands over her mouth, eyes wide in shock. “What the fuck did I just–?” Chun Li smirked at her.

Juri swallowed. Oh no.