Roy's Genie (Stream Commission)

Another stream commission!

Roy crept through the rows of museum shelves, skulking to avoid being seen by the cameras.

“Honestly,” he scoffed, as he laid his eyes upon his prize. “They don’t even know what it is they’ve got here. And they call themselves experts.”

In fairness, it didn’t look like much. A plain, brass oil lamp of a Mediterranean style. Only he knew its true worth.

Sneaking to it, he grabbed the lamp. No more need for subtlety, now. Taking it in his hands, he spit on his palm and polished the side of the lamp, rubbing it three times.

Instantly, smoke began to billow out. Purple, blue, pink, all the colors of the rainbow. They puffed into the air, solidified, and took form. It was, in shape, a beautiful woman.

“Yes!” Roy cheered, throwing up his hands in excitement. “I found it! Three wishes, just for me!”

“Hold it,” the genie said. “Who said anything about three?”

“That’s… but you’re a genie,” Roy frowned. “Genies grant three wishes.”

“That was a long time ago,” the genie pointed out. “Magic’s more rare, today. You get one wish, and you’d better make it count.”

Right, okay. Think about this. Roy had planned out his three wishes perfectly, to live a life of luxury and carefree comfort. He was going to have to condense all of that down, now, into a single wish.

“Okay…” he said, tapping a finger on his lips. “I wish to be pampered and comfortable forever.”

Raising her hand, the Genie said, “Done,” and snapped her fingers.

Everything changed.

Suddenly, he wasn’t in the museum any more.

He was lying on his back. There was a white cloud in the air, smelling sweet and faintly juvenile. His pants had vanished, along with his shoes, and the genie was over him, humming a little tune, holding a-

“Is that a diaper?!” he yelped, sitting up.

The genie put a hand on his chest, pushing him back down. “Of course it is, little one. You asked to be pampered, didn’t you? I had to make you a little smaller so it would fit you, but you’ll be all nice and pampered.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Roy tried to sit up again, but she was surprisingly strong, and he couldn’t fight the strength of one of her hands.

“Well, it’s what you said,” the genie smiled, slipping the diaper beneath him. She managed to tape it into place easily with one hand, securing the puffy diaper between his legs.

Before he could complain further, she’d picked him up, one hand on the seat of his diaper, one hand on his back, carrying him close to her body as they moved across the area.

She set him down on the floor in a little enclosed play area, dollies and blocks scattered about. “Now, you stay nice and comfy while I go make you some dinner, alright?”

He groaned, but… well, he was comfortable. It was exactly the right temperature to be wearing just a shirt and… a diaper. The carpet was soft, and the room smelled nice. It was nothing like what he wanted, but it did… technically fulfill his wish.

While he tried to think how to escape, the genie returned, carrying a large baby bottle. “Don’t worry, little one. All your needs will be taken care of here!”

“I want to leave,” Roy said.

“After I made this special place just for you?” she asked, tilting her head as she crouched by him, plopping the rubber nipple in his mouth. Roy’s eyes widened as he began to suckle automatically, drinking what tasted like gourmet baby formula.

He tried to talk around the bottle, but when he did, formula just dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. He had to wait, drinking down the whole thing until he was perfectly, comfortably full of the formula, before he replied, “We both know this isn’t what I wanted!”

“And? Why does that matter?” the genie asked. “I don’t grant wants, I grant wishes, and you wished…” Reaching down, she patted the back of his puffy diaper, “To be a pampered little baby.”

He grumbled. “Okay…” he paused, not knowing what to call her, until an obvious answer sprung to his lips. “Fine… mommy.”

She beamed, standing up straight. “Well, have fun with your little toys, little one! If you need a change, just call, and you’ll be cared for instantly.”

“A change?” he asked. “I’m not going to use these…” looking down, he realized the crotch of his diaper was growing wet already. “Seriously?”

“You’re so cute when you fuss,” she smiled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. We’ve got all the time in the world.”