Jinn

Chapter 2
"I'm Jinn... of the lamp"

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Chapter Description: Paul encounters Jinn who had prepared itself to meet Em who had gone out running. Jinn realizes the mistake and tries rectify it, but was a little late in doing so. Brief diaper, mental regression and TG.

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The following morning Em woke with a start, she jumped from her sleep sitting bolt upright, her pulse was fast, adrenaline surged through her body, sunlight was streaming through a gap in the curtains.

What was that?!? she thought, looking around her room "Paul?, Paul is that you?!.....Paul!?!?"

She peeled back her duvet and stepped onto the cool wooden floor, the sharpness of the cool made her recoil, "Ftttt, ah, ah, cold." Slipping into her slippers she made her way to the door, her legs were trembling, the adrenaline was an unwanted ecstasy.

She slowly turned the brass door knob until the door clicked, creaking open but a gap as she peeked around through the slit,"Paul, was that you?"

Seeing no obvious signs of life she made her way into the hallway, she had a clear view of the living room below and the stairs coming up.

A muffled noise came from downstairs, she quickly snatched a pole from a utility cupboard, the pole was an extension for a carpet sweeper, Em always thought this particular contraption ironic as Paul did not have carpets in his house.

Slowly she made the descent down stairs, heading for the the source of the noise, she slowly pushed the study door open with the pole raised above her head.

To her horror, she saw a hairy monster "AHHHHHHHH" she screamed as she brought the pole down upon the beasts head, she swung again violently as the hairy beast turned to attack her, grabbing out for the pole.

"Ow Em, Ow Ow!! Em it’s me Paul, it’s me" the monster pulled of it’s head and clasped it’s hands to the unmistakable bald spot.

"Ow that really hurt, what the hell are you doing??" he snapped.

"Ugh, huh, " Panted Em "Paul?!?! What the hell are you wearing?!?!?" replied Em, stepping back in astonishment.

"What does it look like moron, it’s my Chewbacca outfit.....What?.... What?...." Em just stared at him "look, sometimes I like to wear it to bed ok, it’s warm" Paul exclaimed, still holding the back of his head. "Anyway, why’d you come in here swinging that, that thing around?"

"This? It’s umm" Em held out the misshapen pole, "it’s errr."

"Is that the extension for my carpet sweep? Oh god dammit Emma, where am I gonna get another one of those?" Paul whined, snatching the pole away from his sister, "maybe I can bend it back into shape" he said trying feebly and failing.

"So", said his sister, "what was all the noise about?"

"Well, it looks as if someone broke in last night, look at my wall, someone tried setting fire to the place look" he used to the pole to point out the evidence.

The wall had scorch marks up to the cieling, "I bet it was Fortune Finder 3304.... he’s always got it in for me you know, jealous of my collection and....MY COLLECTION!!!" He blurted, quickly checking upon it, "Oh thank god, it looks like it’s still here" sighed Paul as he scrabbled amongst the items of his collection.

"Fortune Finder 3..3..0..4?" Em repeated with a raised eye brow, she shook her head as she left the room, "Paul, it was obviously a wiring fault, nothing the insurance can’t pay for"

Paul continued to check his collection for any missing artifacts, he checked in all the drawers and also the cupboard, his comic books, his own personal collection, "oh" he looked at them longingly, he picked up the top comic and flicked through the pages, they were adorned with grubby finger prints and crayon markings. The front cover was missing and some pages were creased through the middle.

"I really wish I hadn’t ruined these, they’d be worth a fortune today, and this one, the rarest of the rare"

Paul placed the ruined comic book onto his desk and left the room and hung his throbbing head in shame as he walked through to the kitchen.

The oil lamp began to hiss and crackle slightly, a few sparks burst free of the spout landing in a pile of ash upon the desk.

The lamp continued to hiss sparks into the room, they whirled into the air, swirling amongst the collection of comics, the pages ruffled as creases un-creased, torn pages re-attached and smudges erased themselves clean, the comics were in as good condition as the second they were printed.

All this happened whilst Em and Paul "discussed" the events of the morning.

"You didn’t have to hit me Em, damn, it hurts so bad, you know that hurt a lot"

"Well how was I to know you dress up as Chewbacca when you wander around your house at stupid o’clock in the morning?" Em replied laughing.

"Well, it’s good to know that you can swing like that, you can protect me if anyone breaks in again"

"Breaks in?....Again?.... Protect you?!?!? What about me?" She replied semi joking, almost stunned at the remark.

They continued joking around for a bit, Paul ate the remains of last night’s pizza whilst Em got ready for her morning jog.

Back in the study the oil lamp was beginning to smoke, crackles and sparks flew wildly in all directions as the smoke billowed out of the spout, it was thick and choggy with a purple hew and an aromatic scent to it.

It began receding inwards to form a humanoid shape, the cloud had a head, a neck, arms and a torso, it had no features and below the the waist it was but a cloud. It remained like this as it peered around the room, it searched it’s surroundings, with a fingerless hand the smoke picked up the newly refurbished comic book and began flicking through the pages.

Two purple beady eyes peered through the images, looking at them in each direction. A voice startled it, the eyes peered towards the study door.

"Bye, see you later" Em called out and the heavy front door slammed behind her.

Minutes later Paul was on the phone to the insurance company explaining how he figured someone had broken in and tried set fire to the place "I know it was him.... yes his name is Fortune Finder 3304.... no, I don’t know his real name.... I just do ok... well can you send someone round to view the evidence?"

Paul was not particularly happy, as he dropped the phone back in it’s holster he swung his fists in the air, violently flailing about he called out to his nemesis "So Fortune Finder 3304, think you can stop me with that feeble attempt, well come get me, I’m ready for ya, I’ll take anyone on right now."

The cloud from the oil lamp floated back from the door as it heard Paul’s tantrum of threats and self praise, "I’ll find you and beat you and humiliate you in front of the world, justice will be served"

The cloud rest upon the chair and began to materialize into a shape more human, it became masculine, with strong arms, the chest bulged outwards behind a dark bronze colored leather armor, legs replaced the tail of the smoke, golden blonde hair swept about the ears falling to a little above shoulder length. The face grew chiseled and handsome as a helmet topped off the appearance.

Meanwhile Paul had collected the pole for his carpet sweep, he brandished it as if it were a light sabre. "Vrum, tssshhh, vrum, vrum vrum tshhh, force attack pew, Vrum Vrum tshhh" he twirled around swinging the imaginery light sabre as he made his way to the study.

Paul hoofed the door open with his hairy Chewbacca boot "I Luke Skywalker will face you right n......" He stopped mid sentence, his glasses tipped to the end of nose, his mouth lay ajar and he froze in terror, his jaw trembled, there before him was a warrior, in full armor with a shield and sword. He was sitting, slumped in Paul’s chair, at his desk and he was holding a comic book whilst staring right at him.....

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" Paul squealed, he dropped his pole and slammed the door shut. He pulled on the handle with one hand, as the other hand reached for the phone, he was still shrieking, sweat was bleeding out of every pore for fear of this unknown invader.

He snatched the phone and dialed 911 "Police, come quickly!!!! There is a man dressed as a warrior in my house, reading my comic books!!!!!"

"Sir, this is for emergency calls only, it is an offense to use this number unless the event of an emergency has taken place"

"What do you mean!??! This IS an emergency, he’s here to kill me,....SEND EVERYTH....!!!!"

Paul stopped mid sentence and dropping the phone, before him, out of the keyhole was a head, it looked at him and calmly said "perhaps I can help, I can not kill for you but I can give you the means by which to defend yourself"

On the other end of the phone line the operator heard only the shrieks and wails of a lunatic, "Sir, I’m going to hang up now, please only use this line in the event of an emergency."

Paul ran to the front door yelping and squawking "HELP ME!!!..... There’s this... this... head.... in my house, oh please someone help me"

He rushed to the front door and slapped his hands against it banging the door repeatedly, the door was locked so instead he continued to slap his hands against it whilst screaming, he yelled and shrieked, kicking and flapping, swinging his head this way and that, spittle splattered across his face and whilst this tantrum went on the intruder was pulling himself through the key hole.

Paul saw the image just the final leg was coming through. "A leg.... Through a keyhole! Oh my god, oh my god, he’s here to kill me and pull me through the key hole!!!!"

"Yaaaa, aaaa, haaaaaaa" Paul screamed as he ran up stairs into his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and made for the bed, on his hands and knees he wriggling under the bed. He had used the chewbacca outfit he was wearing to slide under but his buttocks were too large, he was stuck in this predicament, he sobbed with his feet flailing about, "HELP!!! HELP!!!!"

The sheet opposite lifted and the head once again appeared, calmly it spoke, "let me help you my friend, calm" he said as clicked his finger, the hand gesture finished as a pointing hand, pointing towards Paul...

The warrior lifted the heavy bed as if it were nothing, he grabbed Paul by the scruff of the neck and placed him on his feet, "Now, who is this intruder that causes such fear?"

Paul stood speechless, he lifted a trembling hand towards the man before him.

The warrior turned his head to the door, "I see no one friend, it is just us...." his voice was deep, and calm.

"Who, Who, Who are you? Fortunte finder 3304? Did he summon you to do his bidding? Are you a demon from the deaderic realm sent here to kill me?" Stuttered Paul.

"No? I, am Jinn... of the lamp" replied the warrior in a slow, somewhat broken sentence.

"J,J,J, Jinn? Of the lamp? What do you mean of the lamp? Like, like a,a err genie?"

Jinn clapped his hands twice and pointed at Paul, he swept his golden hair back across his head and circled around him, studying him from head to toe.

"So... Em.... you mean to say that you have come into possession of my lamp, have felt benefit of its power and yet you know not what it is?" Jinn questioned.

"I, I, I’m not Em", Paul stammered, "I’m errr, my name’s errr Paul. Em, Em’s my sister" he turned on his heels and made for the door, Jinn was waiting on the other side. Paul ran into the tough leather chest and stopped fast, trembling.

"Rudeness gets you no where in this life friend, especially with me.... Erpul."

Paul stammered backwards, "ummm, no it’s just Paul, just Paul, my name is just Paul." he fell to the bed, seated and unable to move.

"Well, this embarrassing" said Jinn, "are you by any chance.... gay?" he queried.

"N,n,n,n, no, oh please don’t I don’t want to lose my virginity like this." grovelled Paul, his hands clasped together, "Please, just let me go, and, and I won’t tell anyone about you, not even Em.."

"No, no this won’t do, I’m sorry please, my apologies, I had profiled the female by the name of Em, my appearance was based upon her lusts and her desires." Jinn turned away from Paul and began pacing the room.

"I sensed two entities, one male,one female, the stronger of which had left, so why... why are you still here... is this yours?"

Jinn held out a pristine condition comic book, edition No.1 of Action Heroes, published in 1938, one recently earned in excess of $1.5 million dollars.

Paul gasped in awe whilst Jinn studied him carefully.

Jinn continued "I checked these colorful scriptures, they bare pictures of such characters that she’d find appealing....."

"You thought I was Em???? And you’re dressed like a warrior because she likes warriors and hero’s?" Questioned Paul, having gained enough confidence to stop trembling and regain his feet.

"No, I have appeared as Achilles from the movie Troy, as played by Brad P..."Jinn was cut short.

"...Pitt? She likes Achilles from Troy?" Paul said with a grin on his face, pondering the use of his newly discovered information as if it were a weapon.

"No, she likes the actor, but her dreams are of he dressed in the attire as worn in the movie." Jinn replied, his arms swung loosely, his head bowed forwards as he paced around the room staring ahead of him as he pondered his thoughts.

"Yet you fear me, and our first meeting was most unpleasant for you, for that I apologize" Jinn stopped pacing and turned to Paul, his arms folded, the corner of his lips revealed a well hidden a smile.

"You would prefer..... this" Jinn stared intently at Paul, figuring out his deepest desires, he stamped his foot and from below his armored chest piece wafted a pretty white slip, Jinn stamped his foot again and his hair fell below his shoulders, ribbons and bows sprang upon him, twirling between his hair darkening hair.

He shrunk somewhat and then raised as heels sprouted from the rears of his sandles.

The armor reduced to ribbons and lace, the material thinned and spread across Jinn’s body.

Black tights sprung like a wave up his legs and the sandals re-sculpted themselves into dainty polished medium heeled shoes with rounded ends, a single strap held them in place

Jinn twirled on the spot as a petty coat formed over the slip, his chest bulged once more but this time differently, as a pair of breasts heaved their way into the view of Paul from side on, slowly drooping and filling more and more to eventually peek out from under the cleavage of a pretty dress when turned to face.

Jinns muscles had diminished, he was slender and had pretty polished nails. He smelt sweet, his hair was up in a tight bun and he smiled intently at Paul.

"Jinn???" Paul said, "you look, just like Mom"

"Not quite" Jinn grew taller, her figure began looming over Paul, he stumbled backwards and fell softly onto his bottom, he landed with a scrunch, a diaper sprung into shape, inflating around his groin.

"You must be hot under that thing, let me get you something better suited to the situation" smiled Jinn as she continued to tower ever more so above Paul.

Paul looked around his room and there was but darkness around him, his Chewbacca outfit melted away exposing his body. thick black hair covered his chest and back as he sat looking up at the ever growing Jinn.

"It’s just you and me right now sweety" Jinn cooed with a beaming smile. She was stunning, Paul wanted her, he wanted her to hold him, to comfort him.

Paul opened his mouth to speak but a pacifier popped into place. A bonnet wrapped itself around his head and his feet were wrapped in baby stockings.

Paul sucked intently upon the pacifier looking up at his mommy, as she cradled him in her arms.

"It looks like someone is hungry, she removed his glasses and moved him towards her nipple, all was blurry right now for Paul, his limbs flailing in the air, he felt the thick warm nipple pop into his mouth, it felt so right, so good so...

"PAUL!!!!! what in the hell????"

Em stood in the doorway to the room, furious.

"Em, errr..." Paul scrabbled to find his glasses on the side board, the room had re-appeared as it was but Jinn was nowhere to be seen.

"Em, what, what the hell are you doing coming into my room?" He fiddled about with the glasses and Em came into focus.

"You left the door open, I was walking past and just witnessed you indulging in a pass time I wish I hadn’t just witnessed! Jesus, acting like a baby of all things" Em came into focus, Paul saw her perspiration glisten across her heaving cleavage, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead splashed across her pink spandex as they crashed into her nipples, they were erect, as hard as bullets.

Paul was still wearing his Chewbacca costume but even that was not enough to hide the throbbing erection, the tent of which was particularly obvious as he rolled around trying to right himself, he was too far gone, his attention was diverted to his sisters boobs and he spasm’d, warm ejaculate spewing into his costume, his left foot kicked rigidly as he panted for air.

"Oh god Paul, that is disgusting" Em looked at the man in disgust, she’d just caught him rolling on his bed pretending to suckle upon his mother’s breast, that was bad enough but ejaculating whilst looking at her after a work out. She just didn’t want to think about it right now and head straight for the shower. She locked the door behind her.

Paul sat in his room, ashamed of what he had just done, "was I dreaming?" he thought.

"Em, th, that didn’t just happen just then did it?" She didn’t reply

He saw the comic on the sideboard, a pristine condition version No.1 Action Hero’s Comic printed in 1938, he gasped as he collected it, his fingers trembled as he touched the cover. He placed the book into a plastic slip and peeled himself out of his sticky costume.

"This is evidence" he thought, "Jinn is real."

 

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