Chapter 4
I was awoken by a strange sound and instinctively reached over to silence the alarm coming from my phone. I looked at the time then turned over on my bed to just stare at the ceiling. Wait! Bed?! Ceiling?! PHONE!?!?! I suddenly sat bolt upright to look around the room I was now in. Everything looked familiar yet new at the same time; it was like I had new memories forming around the old ones. This was my bedroom in my parent's house; I'd lived here since they adopted me when I was a baby so why did that seem slightly wrong? I still had my memories from being a genie but it was like I'd been placed into a new reality where I'd grown up as a regular boy.
I stood up to look around my "new" room and saw a few pictures of myself with my adoptive parents and a couple of photos with me and Tom when we were younger. It was the weirdest feeling to see myself looking younger and remembering the photos being taken, yet also knowing that until now they never existed. There was evidence all around my room of a life growing up here like posters of bands I liked even though I'd never heard of them before today, yet I knew and loved their songs. I could still have flashbacks to my life as a genie though, which Tom found amusing when he sat me down to watch Aladdin one night.
I walked over to see my naked reflection in the mirror and even though I knew how I'd look it was still a surprise to see myself. I looked exactly how I did when I first emerged from the lamp, just a skinny teenager with a cute face, exactly the way Tom had "created" me. I remembered how I'd looked just before Tom had made that last wish and tried to make my muscles grow back to how I'd been. For some reason I was surprised to see them start to expand, even though I already knew I could do that. I hoped this memory thing would soon calm down, or at least get easier to deal with as it was strange being surprised by things that should be perfectly normal. This side of me changing was completely new though, "Grant" had never been able to do it before the wish Tom made yesterday but it still felt natural to me as I reshaped my body all the time as a genie.
I watched as I gradually became a junior bodybuilder with no effort at all. I remembered back to all the videos I'd seen with Tom showing guys flexing and tried to copy them as best I could. Throwing my arms up into a double bicep pose I watched as they ballooned up to the size of tennis balls, then I moved my hands to behind my head and crunched down on my abs, watching as my six pack gradually became eight solid blocks of muscle. I brought the growth to a stop and marvelled at the aesthetic beauty in front of me. Every muscle was perfectly defined from my diamond calves right up to my ridiculously thick neck but I'd left the best for last. I looked down at my cock and even though it was an average size I wanted to see it grow more. I started to caress my rock hard pecs and watched as my cock sprang to life. When it reached full hardness I grabbed it with both hands and felt it grow bigger until it was pushing my fingers apart. I started stroking and pumping my mammoth appendage as I alternated hands so I could hit different poses. It may seem a bit narcissistic to be so turned on by your own body but there wasn't a single guy on any video I'd seen online who looked as incredible as I did at that moment.
I kept stroking faster and faster, all the while pumping and fondling my muscles, until finally I could feel the build-up in my balls ready to be unleashed. Finally I shot my load like had never done before. Rope after rope of cum fired out of my gigantic tool like a twenty one gun salute, splattering against the mirror in front of me as I tried not to cry out in ecstasy. My legs gave way and I collapsed to the ground, still firing the last few shots at the mirror before it abated. I knelt there trying to catch my breath and wondering if Tom would be feeling the same way when it happened to him. I watched as I made my body and cock dwindle back to their normal state so that I didn't go for round two, even though I probably could have. After cleaning up the mess I jumped in the shower which again felt like an amazing experience as it was my first ever shower, yet I knew I'd had many before today.
After I'd dried off and dressed I decided to call Tom to see if he was feeling strange memories creep into his life or if everything was normal, but when I checked my phone I saw he'd already left a message while I was in the shower telling me to meet him at the park over his side of town. I tried to call him anyway but he never answered so I tried calling his home number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mrs Braddock, is Tom there?"
"Grant? Since when do you call me Mrs Braddock? It's Nicola remember? Honestly, if it isn't Tom acting weird today it's you."
"Sorry Nicola, Is Tom there?"
"No, he went out to the park a few minutes ago; I thought he'd told you."
"He did, I just wanted to let him know I'd be there after him but it doesn't matter. I'll just drop him a text and dash over there. See you later."
"Bye Grant."
These memory crossovers were really starting to mess me up now so I really needed to go see Tom. I grabbed a cereal bar as I headed out the door and marvelled at the strange yet familiar taste. I headed along the route I'd taken so many times before I was conscious of the sights and sounds around me, all of them brand new but familiar all the same. I heard a siren heading towards me and knew as it shot by with blue lights blazing that it was an ambulance on a call, and then there was the sound of a bus as the huge double decker drove past the opposite way. Even the sound of a plane high above me was strange but yet totally normal, I'd seen countless flying over before but also I'd never seen one before today. I was really hoping these sensations would stop soon as it was feeling weird to have two separate lives in my head.
As I neared the park I looked over to where Tom and I usually met but there was no sign of him. Over the far side of the park I could see the ambulance that had sped past me before blocking the road and a small crowd had gathered. Knowing the curious person Tom was I assumed he'd be over there seeing what was going on so I headed over to meet up with him. The closer I got to the crowd though the more I started to get a feeling of dread running through my body. I didn't see Tom amongst the people and then as I moved closer I saw the foot of the casualty and sprinted the rest of the way. I barged through the onlookers and was confronted with the awful sight of Tom lying in a pool of blood with paramedics desperately administering CPR. I tried to run to him, calling out his name but a policeman held me back telling me to let them do their work.
"What happened?" I asked through the tears that were now flowing.
"It was a hit and run driver but some witnesses have given us a good description so we're looking for them now." The policeman said.
By this time the paramedics had stabilised Tom and were loading him onto a backboard to get him into the ambulance. I knew I needed to tell his mum so I asked which hospital they were taking him to and took off for Tom's house. I'd never run so fast in my life and I burst in, scaring the crap out of Nicola as I started babbling about what had happened. She immediately grabbed her car keys and we were off to the hospital as quick as we could go. I was amazed at how calm she was but I assumed that was for my benefit. When we arrived we were ushered in to a private room and waited for any news. After what seemed like an eternity a doctor came in wearing scrubs and broke the news no mother should ever hear.
Tom was gone.
They did everything they could to save him but the trauma was too great. Nicola collapsed to the floor and let out what I can only describe as a howl of despair as I just stood there, completely stunned. I'd never felt so helpless before and had no idea what to do. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest but then I looked at Nicola and realised that as bad as I was feeling right there it was nothing compared to losing your only child. I knelt down facing her and she pulled me into a hug and we both cried for what seemed like hours.
A short time later they allowed us to see him which I felt apprehensive about but knew I had to. He was just lying there with a few cuts and bruises on his face and just looked like he was sleeping. I said a final, tearful goodbye to him and waited outside to give his mum some time alone with him. By that time my parents had arrived and my dad drove me home as my mum took Nicola back to her now empty house. When I got home I just ran to my room and shut myself in, not wanting to see the rest of the world. I couldn't believe how cruel life could be and I thought back to the wish that Tom had made. When he said he wanted me to have the whole human experience including love and loss I never dreamed they would all be tied to him. I wished I had my old genie powers back but even then I realised it would be futile as I couldn't bring people back from the dead, but if he'd never made that wish then he'd still be here. I spent the rest of the day just feeling numb and wondering where I go from here. The love of my life was gone after setting me free from the lamp and all I could do now was get used to the 21st century without him.
Epilogue
I looked straight ahead at the coffin, not really listening to what was being said around me. My parents were either side of myself and Nicola as the minister droned on about someone he had never known; never cared about and never loved, as I was doing everything I could not to burst into tears. We were surrounded by Tom's friends and family, all of whom knew we had to do whatever we could to support his mum now that she was alone. Since his death her world had come crashing down and I'd been trying to help her out as best I could but it was hard to stay strong when all I wanted to do was talk about him but I didn't know if I could or should. We watched as the coffin was slowly lowered into the grave next to his father and that was when it really hit me that I'd never see him again. I couldn't help it then, I actually broke down and cried uncontrollably and felt Nicola wrap her arms around me as she sobbed, never taking her eyes off the coffin.
After the service was over my dad drove us back to Tom's house -- I couldn't get used to not calling it that -- even though he wasn't there anymore. I went up to Tom's room and it looked exactly the same as it always had. I thought back to all the times we'd been together in there just hanging out, playing games years ago and even the first time I appeared in there as a genie a few short weeks ago. Nicola then came up behind me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder for support. She told me that the police had said that the driver had been caught and that he was in custody awaiting trial. I was pleased that they'd got him but it wouldn't bring Tom back. I just had to hope that we'd get justice for him.
Before we left Tom's house Nicola handed me a box that she had found under his bed. She said it had items in that meant more to me than to her as they were all collected from our time together so I thanked her and took it home. When I got into my room the first thing I wanted to do was get out of that suit and put the funeral behind me. After I'd changed my clothes I opened the box and found loads of photos that I hadn't seen in ages as well as a couple of stuffed toys we'd won at a few fairs over the years. When I removed one of them from the box I suddenly noticed something golden peeking out from under one the other stuffed toys. I moved it out of the way and was stunned to see a lamp at the bottom of the box, but it wasn't my old lamp. This one was decorated differently and I wondered where he'd got it from. I picked it up carefully and stared at it in wonder. Could it possibly be what I thought it was? There was only one way to find out, so I gave it a little rub.
The end.
Well that's the end of this little story; hopefully you're not disappointed by the length or the climax (ok that was childish lol). I'm hoping to post a much longer story on here later in the year after I've done a little tinkering with it so keep a lookout for Alex's New Life when it appears.
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