What Happens in the Lamp, Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, domination, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Alright, let’s get this over with. Yes, I am a genie. No, I don’t grant wishes. Yes, you will still get something, so don’t ask.”

Standing with his arms folded and wearing a discontented scowl, it was yet another unremarkable day in the life of Hector the Genie. In front of him was a human woman who looked to be in her mid-30s, not that he really cared. This was just another job for him and contrary to what humans might think, their behaviors and appearances didn’t vary much.

Oh, how Hector longed for the days of old when he was awoken from his lamp once every few centuries. At least it made meeting a new human quite the occasion, even if he did get a little cabin fever from time to time. Unfortunately, ever since the horrible woman known only as Master showed up and took over the timeline, the rate of lamp rubbings had gone up tremendously. Now he was lucky to get a couple of days off between summonings, which takes a significant amount of energy to do. Needless to say, he was beyond exhausted.

What Hector wouldn’t give to get his hands on Master and that dope of a human, Jane, again. It was bad enough to have control of the timeline ripped from his hands, but to have it done by two humans was mortifying. What would the other genies think if they found out?

“Um…hello?” said the mortal woman, wondering why Hector had been staring into the distance for well over a minute.

Snapping out of his flashback, Hector pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to shake off his woes of the past. “Sorry, I was lost in thought,” he said, excusing his awkwardness. What was happening to him? He’d become a pathetic shell of the all-powerful genie that he used to be. Sighing, he sat down next to his lamp, “Tell me, human, do you ever want to run away from your own life?”

“Oh…yeah, all the time,” said the woman, scampering across the floor of her apartment to where Hector was seated and plopping down next to him, “Like, just last week, my mom wanted me to come visit her over the weekend. No plan or anything, just out of the blue. And I was like, mom, I have a job. I can’t just drop everything to see you on a whim. And she was all like, you never visit. You’ll regret this when I’m dead and gon-

“You know what, never mind. Sorry I asked,” interrupted Hector, his skull-splitting headache only getting worse with each syllable this woman uttered. Goddess, humans were the dullest and most annoying creatures on the planet. Waving his hand, he conjured up one of the magical items in his arsenal. He’d stopped caring about whether or not the item fit the summoner’s personality weeks ago…or was it months.

Appearing in Hector’s hand was a wind-up music box. Listening to it would allow someone to fall asleep instantly and stay asleep until fully rested, with the caveat that you would slowly lose your bladder and bowel control the more you listened to it until full incontinence was reached. Sure, some insomniac out there would get better use out of it but he didn’t care anymore. He gently tossed it into the girl’s lap before getting back to his feet. “Play this when you want to fall asleep…or don’t…I don’t care,” he said, folding his arms once again as a purple cloud formed around him, pulling his physical form back into the lamp. He didn’t even bother to say farewell as he disappeared in front of the woman’s eyes.

“...what a crappy genie,” thought the woman, shrugging off the interaction as she examined the music box in her hand, excited to test it out.

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*DING!*

The elevator doors inside parted and Hector stepped inside the main living quarters within his lamp. The penthouse-looking bachelor pad was once his pride and joy. However, the entire place now reeked of humans after allowing those two human dolts to inhabit his private domicile. No amount of magic (or Febreze) could fully get rid of the stench. It was truly nauseating for the genie.

“Welcome home, Hector,” said the disembodied voice of Iris, the smart home device that Hector had managed to fuse with his lamp. While the machine once possessed a physical form, the cunning genie had rewired its internal hard drive to have full control over every aspect of his living quarters, allowing it to shift the walls, the floors, and any physical objects that existed within the lamp to bend to Hector’s needs. Having Iris look after cooking and cleaning had made his daily life so much easier. However, much like his living quarters, his disdain for humans had only grown, spreading to the man-made device that he had once coveted.

Ignoring Iris’s welcome, Hector trudged over to the couch and plopped down on the seat, a shell of the genie he used to be. “Grab me the bottle of scotch off the top shelf,” he said, unable to force himself to care enough about mixing his alcohol with something tastier. Within seconds, Iris had ferried the glass container over to him. He uncorked it with his teeth and took a big swig of the chest-warming liquid. “Ahhhh, that hit the spot.”

Despite her robotic nature, Iris was still an intelligent being that was capable of independent thought. For years, she had dutifully served her master, feeling a sense of pride in helping him be the best genie he could be. To see him reduced to such a depressive state was breaking her cold, mechanical heart. “Would you like me to prepare a meal for you? Or maybe set up the vacation room for a leisurely break?” she asked, hoping to entice him with a short getaway.

Being the pedantic genie that Hector was, he had managed to separate his lamp into sections, using a magical elevator to move between areas. While he was currently in his main living quarters, there were several other areas for him to roam, including a room that could simulate any environment on Earth that he called the vacation room. It’s easy to go stir-crazy when you're trapped inside of a lamp for so long, so having escapist spaces like this was a necessity for all genies.

“I’m not hungry…and I’m not in the mood. Thanks anyway, Iris,” said Hector, rejecting his mechanical servant’s offer as he tipped back the bottle of scotch again. He was feeling too bitter to relax. “I’m gonna head to my workshop,” he said, moving toward the elevator with a bottle in hand. If he couldn’t relax, he could at least bury himself in his work crafting magical items.

Silently putting away the items to make Hector’s favorite meal, Iris watched as her master stepped into the elevator, wishing there was more she could do to help him. If only genies could grant wishes as they did in the movies.

Slurping down another mouthful of scotch, Hector looked at the buttons on his elevator, anticipating to press the workshop button. However, he stopped as his eyes caught sight of the altar room’s button. Swallowing the bitter drink, he sent his elevator up toward the altar, a room he had not entered since the incident with Master and Jane.

As the elevator doors parted, he entered the long, dark corridor that was filled with glowing pink orbs, each one possessing a different magic item. Though, unlike the last time he had entered, there were considerably more items, a sign of just how many new creations he had made. Much like a hollow chamber, the room was unbelievably quiet. For Hector, this was his place for quiet contemplation. Not even Iris had access to this room.

Carrying himself over to the altar, Hector sat down and leaned against the ancient ruins with his lamp as he continued to drink his sorrows away. As the bottle came down, he wiped off his moistened lips with his sleeve and stared into the seemingly endless abyss of magical items. All of a sudden, one of the magical items, in particular, caught his eye. He waved his hand and brought it closer to examine it.

Arriving in front of Hector was a pristine, white diaper that was incredibly thick. “Whatever reason could humans find these things so alluring,” he mumbled to himself as he took another swig. For decades, he’d been known in the genie community as Hector the Regressor. He took much delight in demolishing a mortal's self-esteem in the most humiliating ways possible, which he found over time was being forced back into a feeling of immaturity and helplessness. Over time, he watched with fervent curiosity as humans grew to fantasize about the terrible things he might do to them. Truly, mortals were lascivious bunch driven only by instant gratification and carnal desires.

That’s when a thought, a tiny, insignificant, idle thought, entered Hector’s brain. It was a mental image that flashed in his mind for only a second. However, try as he might, he couldn’t get the idea to leave once it appeared. “What would it be like if I wore a diaper?” In the countless millennia of his existence, he’d many times partaken in sexual activity, finding it to be a pleasurable, yet dull experience as any human he’d been with could never come close to outlasting him.

Though, what Hector was imagining now was quite different. This wasn’t sexual intercourse with some mere mortal. It was a kind of self-play that he’d never considered indulging in. Perhaps…it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try it.

Waving away the diaper-filled bubble, Hector got back to his feet and tossed the bottle of alcohol aside, letting it shatter on the floor below. As he walked back toward the elevator, he waved his hand at the broken glass and scattered liquid, causing it to disintegrate and evaporate in an instant.

“Iris, I have a request for you,” said Hector as he boarded the elevator and pressed the door close button.

The elevator vibrated for a second before Iris’s voice came through, “Yes, Hector. How can I be of assistance?”

“Please prep the vacation room for me. I think it’s time I gave myself a little staycation,” said Hector, pressing the bottom-most button with a “V” in its center.

Elated to hear that Hector was finally going to take some time for himself, a very enthusiastic Iris said, “Of course, my master! Where would you like to go? I hear Belarus is lovely this time of year.”

Shaking his head, Hector couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at what he was about to say. Even though Iris was nothing more than a facade of humanity, it was still surprisingly hard to request something so inherently embarrassing. “No, Iris…I would like you to set up an indoor nursery setting, if you’d be so kind?”

For a moment, Iris was silent. This caused Hector to start to regret his decision. Should he really be doing this? However, before he had the chance to officially change his mind, Iris chimed back in with the same chipper attitude, “Your nursery is ready for you, Hector. Do you have any additional requests?”

“Um…no. Thank you, Iris,” Hector said anxiously, his heart starting to race a little. Was he really going to do this? As the elevator descended, so did the genie’s confidence. Shaking off his nerves, he slapped himself across the face. He was a celestial being, for Goddess's sake. A little bit of blush wasn’t enough to stop him.

*DING!*

As the elevator doors parted once more, the first thing that Hector noticed was the overwhelming aroma of talc. He’d smelled the same scent on humans wearing diapers during his visits to the mortal realm. Why humans would use a clay mineral made up of hydrated magnesium silicate in their diapers was beyond him. Still, he supposed if he was going to do this right, he’d need to pull out all the stops.

Hector’s eyes soon adjusted to the brightly lit and colorful room that Iris had made for him. The space had everything a baby nursery might need, from furniture such as a crib and a changing table to infantile activities like baby toys, a bouncer, and a nook filled with picture books. The only difference was that everything in this room was scaled up to make the tall-statured genie feel no bigger than a foot tall.

Looking up at the crib, Hector instantly noticed an issue with Iris’s design. “Excuse me, Iris, but I think you made the furniture too big. How am I supposed to use anything in this room if it's too big for me to interact with?”

*BEEP BEEP!*
Suddenly, Hector’s eyes were pulled toward a corner of the nursery where a large humanoid figure was stationed. He instantly recognized it as the same shell of a body that Iris had been packaged in before he took her apart and rebuilt her mainframe to have control of the entire lamp.

For the first time in a long time, Iris opened her eyes, delighted to have a physical form once again. While she did enjoy having the lamp act as her body, there was something freeing about getting to stretch out her limbs. “Hello, Hector. Sorry that I didn’t warn you in advance. I thought, since you wanted to have a nursery staycation, that you might enjoy having a caretaker to look after you. I can shrink the settings if you’d like.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Thank you, Iris,” said Hector, feeling that same blush return to his cheeks as he looked up at Iris’s figure, which had to be five or six times his current height. Not since his earliest memories of floating amongst the stars had he encountered someone this tall in comparison to himself. It was definitely a shock and a little bit weird…but it was a good weird. “So, um…what exactly do humans do next in this situation. I don’t really know where to start.

Approaching her master, Iris bent down and picked up Hector off of the floor, lifting him high into the air. “Well, I believe getting you into some more appropriate attire would be step one. Would you like to get dressed on your own or do you want me to do it for you?”

“Hmmm…this is a vacation to experience human infantility, after all. I guess it would make sense to fully immerse myself and allow you to do everything for me,” said Hector, using a lot of words to say yes, he absolutely wanted Iris to dress him. Much like being in the midst of a Goddess, resting in Iris’s hands filled the usually stoney genie with a strange warmth. Perhaps this was why humans enjoyed this so much. A return to one’s roots, if you will.

Setting Hector down on the changing table, Iris went to work, pulling off Hector’s clothing one piece at a time. This was not the first time she’d seen him in a state of undress as he often had her prepping his wardrobe for each day. However, this was the first time that he’d allowed her to physically change himself. She wasn’t aware of it but since she was designed to be a caregiving robot, performing such a task for her master filled her circuits with euphoria.

Now fully nude, the atmosphere of the room began to converge on Hector. That same feeling of immaturity and helplessness that he often thrust upon others was now something he was experiencing for himself. He’d never admit it but it felt kind of nice to be in the shoes of a lowly human. He lifted his legs up from the edge of the changing table and laid down flat on the padded surface. “Okay, let us proceed,” he stated, asserting what little authority he had over the situation to make himself feel more at ease.

“As you wish,” said Iris as she reached under the table and pulled out a massive, fluffy diaper. Unfolding the crinkly square, she slid the pamper under Hector’s butt and got to work, lathering him up with lotion before sprinkling on a wealth of talcum powder, much to the genie’s amusement. After his pelvis was thoroughly coated, the gentle machine lifted the front of the diaper over Hector’s crotch and taped the diaper on snugly.

As Iris stepped back from the table, Hector sat up and examined his new apparel. “Is…is that it?” he asked, surprised there wasn’t something more to it. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t nearly as mundane as it turned out to be. It was just a bit of plastic and fabric fashioned to be worn around one’s waist. He reached down and pressed his hand against the rustling surface.

*crinkle*

The air trapped within the diaper deflated, causing the diaper to snuggle his manhood. A small moan escaped his lips involuntarily as the soft padding encased his cock, caressing it in such a way that was as pleasurable as it was comforting. His hand quickly covered his mouth, recognizing the knee-jerk reaction his body made.

Iris could only stand by and giggle as she watched Hector explore his new underwear. She didn’t expect him to enjoy it this much from the on-set, but there was no mistaking the hard-on that was pushing the front of his padding outward. Placing a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, she spoke as softly as one would to a real infant, “I think it's time we finished getting you dressed.”

TO BE CONTINUED…