A friend like me

[idealmuscle]

When can we expect the next chapter? 

[EtherealGrowth]

Sooner rather than later! Just need some time to get the creative juices flowing again

[Mspmacro]

Love jafar!!!!

[EtherealGrowth]

A friend like me - Chapter 6: Jafar's Hour
Slowly but surely the bustling city of Agrabah started to wake from yet another summer night. The people started their daily routine, almost like slaves to their own life. Bright and early the quickest of the family made their way over to one of the city's wells, so they'd would not fall sick from dehydration. Most upper parts of the city were connected to a water supply, others had a private well. Heck, the richest even had irrigation systems to water their gardens. These political debates, however, might be ground for a whole other story...

In the Palace, in the vizier's gloomy quarters, Devi awoke from a night of lucid dreams, full of vivid pictures, exceeding all modern day porn. The bed he laid in was softer and more comfy than the one he had at home. Devi wasn't ready to get out of bed yet, he still wanted to get some extra sleep in. Sleepily he corrected his pillow, then confusion crept in as he slowly opened his eyes. Devi must have tossed and turned, as he in fact woke up, his face resting on Jafar's ballooning arse. The musky smell of his undergarments, the epitome of masculinity, embracing Devi. Devi took a whiff of the sweaty stench he slept on all night, his genitals tingling heavily, and tossed himself out of bed. Devi looked at the mess they had made the night before, clothes covering the marble floors. He rummaged through the heap but couldn't find his own clothes, so he started looking for some pieces that would fit him. A pile of laundry in the corner of the room caught his eye. He looked through it and found some of Jafar's undergarments, a thick cum stain inside. Devi took a deep breath, his nose deep in the garment, and carefully put it on, fitting nicely over his juicy bum. Devi also found some leathery black trousers to put on and a red silky shirt, just see-through enough, so his tattoos were still exposed.

Devi continued stumbling around the room, carefully and quietly rummaging through Jafar's belongings. He noticed many different things, from stern and regal paintings of Jafar, to interesting imaginary sketches of his body. Also some pictures from his youth, his family looking poor. A couple of drawers further Devi also found a long golden tube, encrusted with rubies, and some sort of velvety leather lining inside. Devi carefully pushed his finger through the hole, then realised it must be something to masturbate with. Who knows, Jafar might be the one who invented the fleshlight. There were also some nipple clamps in the drawer, carefully placed in a jewelry box. A variety of whips and paddles stacked next to each other, from big to small and from silk to metal. In one cupboard there was even an intricate looking sex swing, ready to be used again. Imaging all the different scenarios between him and his master, really winded Devi up. Jafar was the mind of guy that always had another trick up his sleeve.

Soft grunts were heard as Jafar was slowly returning to the land of the awake. Devi returned to the bed and took place on the hunking beast that filled most of its surface area. Devi sat on Jafar's ass and slowly started caressing the unit of a backside that was spread out in front of him. He touched, lingered, and massaged every crevice and every bulking striation of muscle. As Jafar pleasantly awoke more and more, he started clenching and relaxing his glutes intermittently, making Devi bounce up and down like he was on a merry-go-round. Devi reached down to Jafar's face, his hair dangling around Jafar's broad shoulders. The tickling of Devi's sweaty locks sent shives down Jafar spine. "Look at me... MASTER," Devi whispered in his ear. At the sound of that word Jafar shot up from bed, Devi almost tumbling out of it. There Devi stood, looking like a full on stripper, dressed all the way in the vizier's favourite colours. "Appropriately dressed for a man of your caliber, I suppose," Jafar wittily said. Jafar lifted his powerful and magnificent arm and smelled his deep and hairy pits. "Can't have all those sluts and cumstains polonaise behind me when they smell my dominant pheromones," Jafar concluded mockingly. "Draw me a bath, boy!" he commanded!

Nobody had to tell Devi twice. He rushed to the bathroom and started preparing his friend a hot bath, adding some spices and aromatics to make the experience more sensational. Devi lit some candles, adding to the mood on this summer day dawn. Jafar did indeed enjoy this very much. He'd always had assistants around, tending to most of his everyday needs. Some were even that friendly, or desperate one might say, to go the extra mile and submit fully to their master. This time it was different however, Jafar did actually enjoy Devi's company, as he was different from the rest. He didn't judge, he just observed and he was rather easy on the eyes. So, no, Jafar wasn't in love perse, he was fond off Devi, kinda like the way you'd feel about a pet. You know, you keep them fed, you ensure they're satisfied, you toy with them, that kinda thing; in return they show you multitudes more love and affection than you have given them initially. In all fairness, Jafar would kill for Devi but maybe that's just because Jafar enjoys the thrill of killing.

While the bath was slowly filling up with hot water, the Royal guest's mind was also flooding with thoughts. Prince Ali, of Aladdin apparently, pondered on about what happened last night. He and Jasmine had the best sex they'd, or he'd at least, ever experienced in his entire life. Putting on that muscle suit made him feel so powerful, it made him feel like a whole different man, an actual man even. He lusted for a body like that, one all for his own. A rub on the golden lamp and the genie appeared, a little confused by the suit he saw beneath his master. "Genie..." Jafar contemplated, the genie looking at him excitedly, "Nah, nevermind friend, I'll manage." Al simply didn't have the guts to wish for it, he in fact knew his place and that wasn't actually him, it never had been. Even when he was a kid, he was the one with the scary big "bro". He was the one that'd get bullied for his strange little monkey pal and the next day those kids would have bruises and black eyes. Al snapped out of it and looked down at the suit, his cock now throbbing with anticipation. He started caressing his mushroom head and squeezing his balls. While touching the leathery muscles, Al's mind was overcome by pictures of him with those actual juicy muscles. Picturing himself, sweat dripping from his juicy pecs, straight on the princess's heaving bosom. More and more muscular pictures flooded his minded, his legs slowly getting weak and his hand feeling numb. "Ahhh... yes," he moaned, "yes dude, fuck... That's fucking huge!!," he continued. "Just... ahhh, that physique is fucking insane..." Al groaned, "Damn bro! Fuck! Yes, YESSS, yeah brother, YEAH DEVI!!!" he exclaimed while climaxing, thick dollops of cum splashing on the leather heaps. Slowly the post-masturbation crept in, Al slowly realising what just happened...

Devi's aromatic bath, nurtured with essential oils and aromatics, was almost filled to the brim, fragrant steam flowing through the room. He touched the water and winced a little. Jafar liked it hot, so that's what he'd get. "The bath is set for you, my liege!" Devi said jokingly. "That's a title I can get used to, boy," Jafar said with a big grin on his face. Jafar walked over to Devi, his pecs bouncing with every step and the spectacular silhouette of his cock dancing behind his silky underwear. "UNDRESS ME, BOY!" Jafar buldered, making Devi's heart race. Devi got down on his knees and tried to untie Jafar's intricately woven undergarments, his hands desperately trying to free the holy stallion. "Hurry up, you ant!" Jafar sneered! He grabbed Devi's man bun and pushed him right into his sweaty and stinky groin, Devi enjoying every drooling second of it. Eventually, out of frustration, Jafar used a flick of magic to summon lightning to burn the undergarments away. Just, like a wish come true, Jafar's prominent genitals were free at last! Jafar carefully entered the tub, his skin just not hot enough to actually start sizzling. The beast of a man could feel the soft and satisfying burn of his pompous muscles creep into the macroscopic silhouette of his being, both of the men enjoying this encounter!

There Jafar laid, his thoughts slowly drifting away, his body covered in steamy water. Slowly Devi could see his muscles swell a bit from the heat, veins getting more and more visible by the second. One papercut and Jafar would start to bleed. Devi grabbed some soap and a loofah and sat down beside the tub. He rolled up his sleeves and got down to it. Slowly he started lathering Jafar's body with soap, massaging the lovely concoction into his body. A strong whiff of musk filled the room when Devi got to Jafar's hairy pits, the musk slowly making place for new aromas. "Please stand for me, my master!" Devi asked politely. Jafar's towering body arose from the water, standing proudly in the tub. Devi look at Jafar and then slowly got into the tub, his clothes seeping up more and more of the water. Devi continued with the rest of the hunk's body, taking his sweet time to massage Jafar's prominent butt. With Devi on his knees beneath his master, Jafar gave an impressive flex routine. His muscles tightening because of the soaring heat, veins transporting powerful blood through his body. Devi could only look in awe at the soap covered body that stood towering over him, exerting his power over him...

Carefully Devi slid his hand down Jafar's long, flaccid shaft, sending visible shivers of lust down his spine. Devi put Jafar's balls in his hands and started soaping them up. He then continued with the huge member and rubbed the soap in with appropriate force, a thick layer of bubbles forming on the growing schlong. Devi used the palm of his hand to twist and turn over Jafar's glistening glans, his cock now twitching from pure lust and excitement. Jafar looked down and saw his pet smothering him with soap and love, his little pet, his helpless little street rat. Sitting there on all four, his silky shirt wet from the bathwater, now sticking tightly to his bulking posture. You could clearly see Devi's hard nipples portrude through the shirt, his hairy pecs shimmered through the silk. Instantaneously Jafar grabbed Devi man bun and ripped the band from it. He grabbed his locks and pulled them so that he would turn around and point his juicy ass, covered in wet leather, to his lord. Devi moaned as Jafar's hand clapped upon his cheeks, he could feel the burn through the leather. Jafar grabbed either side of the pants and ripped them apart, a tight hole forming between the two frayed legs. Just enough space for something resembling an aubergine to fit snuggly in between.

Jafar snatched the soap from Devi and slathered the rest of it onto the newly created hole. "Only one way to properly cleanse such delicate and worthy belongings..." Jafar said mockingly. He poked his trobbing glans into the puddle of soap and like thick cum it dripped from his pierced cock. He helicoptered his peen around Devi plump bubble butt but then Jafar's hour had begun. He thrust his full cock into the boy, Devi biting his lip to compensate for the pain he was somewhat longing for. Jafar started pounding him like there was an hourglass giving them an imminent deadline. After some time bubbles started seeping from Devi's widened hole. Jafar thrust powerful thrust after thrust "RRRrrrAAaa...GGGHHHHHRRRAAA" echoed through the room. After several hard pounds actual bubbles escaped from Devi's gaping gloryhole. All the while Devi held on for dear life onto the sides of the tub, his fingernails deep inside the porcelain. With every pound he could feel the ecstasy of his prostate being excited and the pain from Jafar's cock poking into his bladder. The thrusting went on for some time and after a while there was more water beside the bathtub than in it, the, with lust filled water, was slowly meandering to the outside balcony, where it dripped down on the balcony below. Nonetheless, when it was finally time Jafar came and his pearly white and steaming hot man juice mixed in with the luscious soap. Jafar growled, groaned, buldered, and whatnot when he came, popping a beastly double bicep pose when he did, retracting his seeping anaconda from the boy and revealing his stretched hole now dripping soap and something much more valuable. Jafar and Devi both panted, both content with what just happened. Devi looking at the burn marks he made into the side of the tub with utter confusion, his mind, however, getting boggled by intense thought of his mighty master. In the trend of valuable things though, it was really time for the both of them to cut the crap and get on with more useful things to spend their valuable time on, like getting a certain someone their lamp...

[ibron888]

loved that worship session in the bath! when Jafar expresses his vast strength and feeds off of fear, respect and worship - god he is off the charts HOT!!!  

[EtherealGrowth]

A friend like me - Chapter 7: Happy End... or beginning... in Agrabah
Devi was tidying up the bathroom, getting rid of all the evidence in a way, while he saw Jafar get dressed in the corner of his eyes. Bubbles were scattered throughout the room, on the mirror, on the ceiling, everywhere. They might have been the founding fathers of the foam party.  When Jafar had just hoisted himself into his pants, a knock came from the door, "A message for the vizier!" someone said. Before Jafar could answer a maid opened the door and stuck his head through it. The maid looked in awe at her vizier. A muscular hunk stood there, shirtless and still a bit wet and steamy from the bath, his veins snaking up his arms. "My apologies, my liege, I'll come back," she said visibly flustered. "Nonsense child, speak up!" Jafar answered. The maid told him that the Sultan had requested to speak to him about his successor, considering he ought himself rather old to fulfill the task. Jafar kissed the girl on the hand and handed her a coin as a tip, after which the girl hurried along with a big blush on her cheeks. Jafar clenched his hands and flexed his pecs together, "YEAH!!!" he grunted while looking at Devi. "Today's the day I'll hear when I, Jafar, become your and this witless people's actual master!" he exclaimed excitedly. Thinking about it made Devi horny in a way, like, what would that make him. "Anywho, hurry along and find me that trinket boy," Jafar commanded Devi.

Al was still thinking about last night, about the steamroom even, really just about all that had happened these past few days. How he went from being used and entrapped by the vizier, to having a genie to fulfill his desires. He became a Prince, of sorts, used a wish to save his ass, and now had one wish left to make his dream come true. The problem though, was that he wasn't sure what his dream was anymore. He walked up to his balcony and overlooked Agrabah's skyline. He saw the bustling streets with merchants, the massive mansions with extensive yards and terraces but he also saw the clear border between the rich and the poor. "At least that's not gonna be my problem anymore," he thought to himself, "they would have surely done the same..." Al's mind was boggled with ideas regarding his final wish. *Drip* Aladdin looked confused *Drip...drip...Drip* he looked up but only saw clear teal skies. Water seemed to be falling down from the floor above, strange though, the water was fragrant and soapy. Al thought they must be cleaning upstairs. The silence was interrupted by a maid, knocking to tell the Prince that the Sultan had an announcement to make and without hesitation Al left his quarters.

Devi had put on a new pair of trousers, you know, since the others had a hole in them. He was meandering through the Palace, trying to get to the Prince's Quarters unseen. Just before Devi had reached the right corridor a ball came flying to his face. Right before it would hit him, he caught it, but to his surprise something pushed him to the ground. "I'm so incredibly sorry, sir," a sweet bit familiar voice said, "Rajah, leave the man be!" she continued sternly. When Devi opened his eyes, his heart jumped, as a big and furry tiger retreated from on top of him. Still confused, he looked at the woman with visible question marks in his eyes, the lady looking similarly at him. "Your Majesty," Devi said, "Do not fret, I'm alright!" Jasmine stammered: "Didn't you save me from those creeps the other day?" Devi told her he did: "Had I known it was you, m'lady, I would have escorted you back to the Palace myself!" "Why are you here, if I may ask?" she said. "The vizier hired my crew as entertainment for tonight's announcement party," Devi lied, "However, I seemed to have gotten lost, trying to catch some fresh air in the garden!" The Princess laughed and told him he could take the stairs at the end of the hallway. Devi noticed that the Princess wasn't necessarily looking him in the eyes, more like a foot lower, at his big tattooed chest, panting from just being jumped by a tiger. "I'll be on my way, your Majesty, I'm sorry for bothering you!" Devi said popping his chest upwards, which made Jasmine's eyes shoot up subsequently. Jasmine blushed but before she could say anything, Devi had already rushed around the corner.

Devi had reached the doors to the Prince's quarters, he carefully opened the door and peaked through little crevice. One hand over his throwing knife, covered in one of Jafar's sleeping tinctures, the other slowly pushing the door open. To his surprise and relieve, there seemed to be no-one inside, so he quickly slipped through the door. The room was filled with excessive treasure, heaps of silks and jewels on the floor, a banquet of food displayed on a long table but his vision fixated on something different. While he thought that riches like these, especially exorbitant amounts of food, should be equally divided in trying times, this was more interesting. On the bed he saw a black figure, at first he thought it was someone but then he realised it was a bulking leather muscle suit. It was laid out in such a way that you'd think someone had taken a nap on it. Funnily enough there a a cumstain dripping down the abs of the suit. Devi thought about putting it on but he was more set on getting the job done. He looked around the room but nothing really jumped out between all the treasure but he heard something faint. He closed his eyes and started to follow the voice and eventually he discovered a golden oil lamp with many intricate and ancient inscriptions. Jokingly Devi rubbed the lamp, you know with djinn and all, but nothing happened. Devi looked around the room, nicked something to eat, and carefully rushed back to Jafar's room.

About half an hour later, Devi heard some stomping sounds coming his way. He got scared shitless when Jafar used his chaos magic to blast the bedroom door from its hinges. He started to grunt and yell, as more and more lightning started to emit and crackle from his body, slowly electrocuting Devi. When he noticed what he was doing, he stopped and sat there panting like a chainsmoker. He lifted up a cupboard and threw it across the room with ease! "The audacity of that Sultan! AARRGGHH! Deciding to make the Princess his successor and not his most trusted advisor!" he yelled.  "No-one discards of Jafar like that!" he said, still panting. Devi looked at him and slowly revealed his stolen trinket, a big smile appearing on Jafar's raging face. Devi handed him the lamp and took place on Jafar's bed. "I know how to make them pay," Jafar said while rubbing the lamp. To Devi's surprise, a blue aether appeared from the lamp, slowly turning into a decently bulking blue djinn, or genie. "Yeah, pal, what can I do for you?" Genie asked nonchalantly. Then you could see his jaw drop when he saw Jafar stand there holding his lamp. Jafar grabbed the genie by his ear and tossed him to the ground, putting his foot on his head. "You serve me slut, I am your master now!" Jafar exclaimed, spitting down on Genie's face. He looked around the Palace and impulsively said: "Genie, grant me my wish; I wish to rule Agrabah up high, as Sultan!" A potent beam of magic coming from the scared and flustered genie...

To Devi's surprise the Palace seemed to be shaking but Jafar wasn't bothered by that at all. Devi looked outside and noticed Agrabah getting smaller and smaller. The entire Palace was being raised up a rough mountain that arose from the depths of the earth. The Palace now stood fairly high above the horizon, towering over Agrabah, like Jafar towered over his lesser subjects. The entire city was being refurbished in a way. All traces of the Hamed Sultanate were replaced by Jafar's sigil of a muscular cobra. Many blues were replaced by reds and slowly the city started looking more to Jafar's liking. Then Jafar's clothes were upgraded to that of a Sultan, his maniac laugh overpowering the magical whirl. There he stood, wearing a ruby- encrusted turban and very expensive silk robes, a sea through top with deep cleavage, revealing much of his insane musculature. Eventually the two of them were transported to the throne room, where the Sultan's ottoman was replaced by a spiky and gloomy throne with fire all around it. Devi strategically hid behind a pillar and Jafar contemptuously took place on his throne, Al's gang looking at him with confusion and anger, ready to take him on.

"Jafar, you parasite, how dare you disrupt this Sultanate and take place on my throne!" Sultan Hamed said, "Detain him!" he said to his bodyguard. The bodyguard looked around the room confused, he saw the late Sultan but felt a need to listen to Jafar instead. "You're mine now," Jafar laughed! The bodyguard made his way over to Hamed, ready to detain him. "We'll see about that, you sicko!" Prince Ali said while reaching in his turban. He looked dumbstruck when he noticed the lamp wasn't there and then his jaw dropped when he saw Jafar holding the lamp. The Prince sprinted towards the wazir on the throne but Jafar launched him across the room with his chaos magic. The effect was much less extreme than Jafar had anticipated, the bolt flickered while it shot across the room. He wanted to detain Al but didn't have the strength to do it anymore, he felt the finite chaos magic drain from his hands; the last of it maintaining his impressive physique. "Bow before your Sultan, your master!" he yelled at all in the room but especially at Jasmine and Hamed. "We'll never bow before you Jafar and neither will the people!" Jasmine shouted. "Don't make me laugh, Princess, the majority despise your father for the decisions he made, banning magic, putting up the wall," Jafar answered knowing full well he also played a part in that. "Fair enough though, Princess," he continued while gently rubbing the magic lamp, the genie slowly appearing apologetically from the blue aether.

"I'm sorry Al," the genie mouthed subtly. "Hush slave! Finders keepers, after all!" Jafar said. "Now ants..." he said menacingly to the gang, "If you won't bow before a Sultan, you shall cower before a true sorcerer!" The genie was trying to creep back into his lamp but Jafar pulled him out by his hair, like a bitch. "Slave, I wish to become the most powerful sorcerer in the world!" Jafar exclaimed, while ripping his shirt from his body. Al tried to stop the genie but his new master had to be obeyed. From the genie's finger a potent beam of magic came hurdling towards the newly pronounced Sultan. Devi looked with great anticipation at the spectacle that was about to happen. The beam embraced the wazir and formed a scarlet red hue around him, crackling magic swirling around Jafar's body, his maniac laugh thundering through the room. When Jafar started to absorb the hue, the gang saw how his nails were turned into sharp claws, parts of the skin on his forearms and chest replaced by scales of a snake, and from his mouth escaped a slithert tongue. His muscles ballooned, like they were in a constant state of ecstasy, experiencing an everlasting pump. His veins popped up from the loads of magic they pumped through the Sultan's body. When he smiled the gang was greeted by a pearly white set of poisonous fangs. Jafar's sultan attire turned a scarlet red, with gold attributes all over. A dark red leather harness formed around his torso, his muscles looking oh so plump, with shoulder pads portruding with pointy horns. Around his waste he wore a warrior-like skirt, from certain angles you could see his cock and balls peek through. His lower legs were also covered in scales and he wore big, leather sandals laced around his feet. There the hunk sat, the upgraded cobra-headed staff in his hand, and when he opened his eyes, they were greeted by the yellow hypnotising and fiery eyes of a feared cobra. With a slam of his staff, all doors slammed shut and the torches roared, imprisoning the gang, so that their master could decide their fate. "I can feel it, the immense ancient power flowing through me, THE GREAT SULTAN, THE GREAT TYRANT OF AGRABAH!!!" he buldered through the throne room.

"Not much of a man now," Jafar said to Jasmine looking at Al slowly regaining consciousness, "Not really prince material  I'd say!" Jasmine looked at both Jafar and Ali with confusion, not sure how to feel about either of them. "No prince material indeed, right Ali?" he continued. A beam of magic raced towards Prince Ali, snakes appearing to take the clothes of the scared boy. Then, there Aladdin stood in his full streetrat attire. Jafar mumbled a little song, while Jasmine looked at Aladdin with sadness and disgust, she hated being lied to. Though, on the other side of the room, Devi was overcome by rage, how could that sorry piece of a man weasle his way into the Royal family with the help of a genie, leaving his old life, which his family worked extra hard for to provide, behind and not even help the struggling people of Agrabah a little bit. Devi stomped from behind the pillar, steam coming from his nostrils like a bull. Before they could all see him Jafar said: "That's a little cold, don't you think Princess?" After which Aladdin was teleported to the corner of the Frozen Lands far beyond. "STOP this nonsense, this isn't funny Jafar!" Hamed exclaimed. "Indeed it isn't, old friend," Jafar answered while turning the late Sultan in a jester, his little cock in a chastity cage and his bum exposed for a good old spanking. Then Jafar turned to Rajah and turned him into a supersized muscular version of himself, so he could do Jafar's dirty work. Then Jafar looked at the enraged Devi, now also noticed by Jasmine. Jafar enlarged Iago's cage to trap Jasmine inside. "My friend," he said to Devi, "You take care of my female pet till I know what to do with her!" Then all was well in Agrabah for now... Jafar being fed grapes by Devi like the true Sultan he was; what could he possibly want more, literally nothing and no-one stood in his way no more... Right?

[idealmuscle]

I love it. I can't wait for Jafar's third and final wish.

[EtherealGrowth]

A friend like me - Chapter 8: Proud of your Boy
A couple of days had passed and, as a writer, I might be biased but honestly Agrabah seemed to be doing better. Word spread about Jafar's reign, which was a change, let's keep it at that. The Sultan had ordered Devi and Rajah to do some urban reconstruction. They went through the city and got rid of all useless rich cunts, rewarding the most physically fit men and women with their belongings. Things seemed to be less corrupt in a way, maybe that's what a little tyranny does to the masses. Also Jafar had used his magic to pull away some water from the riverbed that spread to the nearby kingdoms. After all, they were too scared to do something about it, as they should ofcourse. He had also made some changes to the Sultan's entertainment schedule, the circus had made place for a weekly bodybuilding competition to worship their muscle king. The envied price would be an invite to the Palace and to be one of Jafar's muscle growth slaves, being given the ultimate tools to reach their full potential. Not only Jafar enjoyed his reign but Devi was also very pleased with this new era, he finally got a life that suited him to the last minute detail.

Devi awoke in his newly gifted quarters. He'd been given Princess Jasmine's quarters and was also in charge of her care, the little pet. His room was was moody, the Palace's new interior was darker and more sophisticated, the entire atmosphere screamed world domination and superiority. It was the middle of the night and Devi looked over to Jasmine in her cage, she seemed cold and sleepless. "You okay?" Devi asked. "That's no way to talk to a... Never mind..." she mumbled. "I can keep you company, if you want," Devi suggested. Jasmine sniffed and looked over, nodding for Devi to come over. Devi threw his blankets from his body and stood up, his hung dick dangling between his bushy legs. Jasmine's mouth started to water as Devi got closer. Magically the cage opened and Devi sat down next to the Princess. Devi put his arm around her and she looked at him with her puppy eyes. Before Devi could even say something, she started her rant. "I know I'm supposed to be sad and scared but honestly I chose Ali, or Aladdin, because he was the best of the worst. He's cute and all but not man material. The reason I'd marry him, is because he'd be the least bothersome, since he doesn't mean much to society... I'd much rather have you," she said to her own surprise... Then she looked at Devi, staring right into his sparkling amber eyes, and his him.

At first Devi was confused and felt strange but then his primal instincts took over. He started kissing the Princess on her pouchy lips and puckering her faultless tan neck. To Jasmine's surprise Devi threw her over his shoulder with ease and transported her to his bed. Devi towered over her, his big arms on either side of her body. Jasmine started panting excitedly while Devi started kissing her exposed belly. He untied his hair and swung it back, making him look like a true Adonis. Devi looked at the princess's heaving bosom, hidden behind her satin top, and then at her face, she nodded and Devi quickly ripped it from her body, big luscious tits portruding from her royal stature. Jasmine quivered as Devi motorboated her tits. She sat up and started worshipping Devi's musculature, squeezing his biceps in excitement and surprise, since she'd never felt muscles like that before. Devi started popping his majestic pecs, pushing Jasmine's face deep into them. Slowly but surely Jasmine could feel Devi's swelling cock come closer to her body, eventually poking in her stomach. Then Devi felt goosebumps when Jasmine suddenly grabbed his plump balls with her long manicured nails, softly scraping his scrotum.

With one clean move Devi undid Jasmine of her pants and grasped her neck, while pushing her down into the bed. He could feel her heart pound in his big and veiny hands. Jasmine was overcome with feelings of lust and excitement, her pussy dripping like a leaking faucet. Devi grabbed his hard 10-inch poker stick and slapped it on the princess's pelvis. Devi slowly moved his bulking body closer to Jasmine's and whispered: "I'm gonna destroy you, let you feel what a real man can give you." Then Devi moved his body up and down and started dry humping the princess's naked body, the friction between the body creating heaps of ecstasy. Every time Devi's big balls banged onto her clit, Jasmine gasped and you could see her eyes go blank a little. Then Devi lifted her legs up in the air and poked his throbbing cock around Jasmine's midge. Slowly he pushed his veiny shaft into the Princess. Everything was still tight, since Aladdin obviously didn't do much damage. She moaned: "Aawh... Yeah! Mmmmhhh" with every little bit that was pushed inside her. Devi knew how to please, that was his specialty after all. He meticulously moved his way around Jasmine's inside and when he found her G-spot Jasmine let out a shriek. Devi couldn't contain himself and grabbed the Princess and lifted her from the bed. Devi started pounding Jasmine while walking around the room, Jasmine grasping her suitor tightly and clenching her nails into his back. Devi pounded so hard that tears started to smudge Jasmine's mascara and her nails had made wounds in Devi's muscle back. "Fuck! Let me fuck you Princess, let ur big Prince fuck you!" Devi exclaimed while poking her. Then someone knocked on the door and opened, just then Devi's dick slipped out from within the Princess and he came all over the boy messenger, a thick creamy river forming on his scrawny body. Then Jasmine's body tensed when she came squirted over Devi's body. The boy was dumbstruck at what he saw but the both of them could clearly see a little bulge form in his pants. "Lucky bastard!" Jasmine exclaimed while looking at the messenger.

The two cheeky Agrabahnians put on some clothes and made their way to the throne room, apparently their epic sex episode took a lot longer than it actually felt as it was already morning. They rushed through the Palace, Jasmine carefully held on a leash, to meet their new Sultan. The newly improved Jafar had gathered them all in the throne room for a breakfast buffet to discuss the planning for the day. Jafar sat promptly on his big throne, overseeing all his measly subjects, while Devi sat with Jasmine on the other side of the long table. Devi enjoyed the breakfast while Jafar rambled on about what had to happen today, things concerning resources and making the army stronger. Then Jafar noticed something. It struck him that both Jasmine and Devi looked rushed. Their clothes weren't put on properly, Jasmine's make-up was smudged, and Devi's hair looked like a mess. Then he noticed Devi staring at the Princess stuffing a banana down her throat and he swallowed, looking Jafar straight in the eyes. Jafar's cobra eyes flared as he slammed his fists violently into the table, thick cracks forming in the wood. Subsequently a thick ring of fire formed around the table, so neither of them could escape. Jafar grunted like an angered gorilla and used his one hand to throw the fifty-foot-long table across the room, pulverising the messenger that just got a change of clothes. The two of them, Devi and Jasmine, said there full of fright, like two kids about to be beat up by their angry parent.

"Such disrespect to your Sultan... and daddy!" Jafar sneered. The floor shaking with every powerful strode he walked, the menacing figure coming closer. "Good for you Princess, a real man for a change, but bad pet," he continued, "Always ask your owner first!" Devi looked at the hulking figure that was towering over him, he loved this enraged and powermad man in front of him. "Your last hour has commenced, Princess, your time is up," Jafar snickered and with a flick of his staff the little hourglass trinket in one of the cupboard was enlarged immensely. Jasmine was teleported inside the hourglass, stripped of her clothes, and chained to the sides, a little vibrating snake plug in her lady parts. Devi wanted to be worried about Jasmine but he was into this dominant man before him much more. "How are you gonna discipline me, Sultan?" Devi asked submissively, "What is the mighty serpent wizard gonna do to his slave?" he continued cheekily. Jafar put his hands around his cobra-headed staff and forcefully flexed his arms. Like a magical fusion the staff became a golden glow, which Jafar absorbed, covering his whole body with a golden glow. He looked like and angel if anyone ever did see one. The golden aether enhancing his every bulge and crevice, it was as beautiful as the birth of Venus.

At first not a lot seemed to be happening, just a lot of groaning coming from Jafar's side. Then the gang, or what remained of it, saw how the few scales on his arms started to multiply, slowly covering most of his veiny arms. The scales made his muscles look profoundly bigger, proudly shimmering in the light of dawn. The black and scarlet scales really enhanced his looks. Next Jafar's torso was tightly packed in a layer of golden scales, you could hear the scales squeak like leather with every breath. Then Jafar's head turned into that of a menacing King Cobra, drops of potent venom dropping from his long white fangs. The hue started to concentrate on his lower limbs, fusing the together into a 10 feet long, extremely muscular and powerful, snake tail. The transformation progressed with the creation of a foot-long hungering cock. It had tiny spikes covering the shaft and it was topped with a spear-like cockhead. The red glans shimmering in the light. Jafar was now an easy 15 feet tall; he stretched out and towered over his subject. "Ready to submit to your Serpent King!" Jafar slithered...

Slowly Jafar slithered the end of his tail around Devi's leg, he then quickly pulled away, ripping his clothes from his behind. In all the excitement Devi had already ripped his shirt from his body and looked at his mighty Sultan. Jafar snaked his tail close to Devi's hole and slithered his way in. Devi's eyes rolled as the powerful tail caressed his prostate, expressive moans leaving his body. Precum dripped from Devi's, once again, erect cock. Jafar twisted his tail around Devi's leg and used it to lift him from the ground. Devi dangled in front of his master, his head right in front of his, his cockhead that it. Devi grabbed the sides of Jafar's tail and licked his cock. His body felt strong and cold, it felt powerful and dominant, just like Jafar. Devi pushed Jafar's reptile cock deep in his throat, slowly choking him. He started giving him an insane upside-down blowjob, he could feel the pointy head pushing into his oesophagus. Subsequently Jafar slithered his long tong around Devi's erect dick, he retreated and went back in and entered through Devi's piss slit. Devi felt ecstatic and started upping his pace. He clasped Jafar's strong hips and started swallowing the Sultan's mighty cock like a champ, showing no signs of stopping whatsoever. Jafar had also started sucking his cock, he could feel his fangs caress the sides of his shaft. They were sharp but felt heavenly on the cock nonetheless. It was time for a change of scenery, a whole new world to explore after all...

Jafar violently tossed Devi onto his throne, for just this time it was okay. Devi felt his body go weak, he felt pain but he had to persist. Without a warning, like an earthquake, Jafar plunged his reptile cock into Devi's tight and rosy hole. Devi could clearly feel the spiky head poke into his insides. The spikes on the side of Jafar's shaft created an insane feeling of friction, like hundreds of tiny dicks poking into Devi's anus. Violently Jafar kept on slamming his serpent groin into the boy, he was proud of his boy. Just a day and Aladdin was already wiped clean from Jasmine's sorry mind... Ala-who? Echoes of Jafar's powerful grunts echoed through the Palace, down to Agrabah, symphonically joined by Devi's heartfelt moans. All of uptown Agrabah could enjoy the spectacle. "SERVE ME BOY! TAKE MY CUM!!!" Jafar buldered as a tsunami of cum rushed into Devi's overcrowded hole, cum slowly seeping from his hole and dripping down the Sultan's balls. Devi also came all over Jafar's throne, Jafar violently spanking him after seeing how his bitch defiled his throne. Funnily Jasmine also came once again, not sure what did it, but she had a good time. Heck, even Hamed felt some lust bubbling up after seeing this. During the entire spectacle, there was just one unwelcome guest, one person had weasled his way into the Palace, one person to upset our Master's plan...

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A friend like me - Chapter 9: Absolute Power
With almost the entirety of the gang still panting and reloading from what just happened, Jafar's measly cleaning crew came rushing in. His newly appointed special unit consisted of scrawny little weaklings, they were his actual slaves. They got their pay from being able to see their Sultan and owner in full ornate. The measly crew started polishing the throne room quickly, as Jafar had a meeting planned with the liaisons of the neighbouring countries. You could quickly see bulges form in their pants once they saw the Naga version of Jafar slurping up his potent cum and the ecstatic hunking Devi trying to catch his breath. Funny that was, very enjoyable, and also very understandable. Jafar securely pointed at all spots and streaks that dirtied the room, ensuring his bitches did their job. Then when all was said and done, Jafar transformed back into his former hulking wazir physique and gracefully took place on his clean throne. He looked around the room with a wide grinn on his face, Devi wincing everytime he moved slightly, Jasmine slowly being engulfed by sand, and then he noticed one of the boy's adjusting his growing dick...

"Come here boy," Jafar said,  "All of you here!" he commanded. Under hypnosis, but also out of free will, the three boys walked over to their ruler. Jafar felt a rush of sensation race over his leg as he noticed one of the boys started licking his big and sweat feet. He licked all the crevices clean,  thoroughly sucking up all the sweaty goodness. Eventually his lips started bleeding from Jafar's sharp nails. Another boy had pulled his pants down and kneeled before Jafar and started jerking off, moving his hand up and down his long but thin cock. Jafar enjoyed this entertaining worship sessions very much. He then saw Devi's massive bubble butt, burning red from his powerful claps, jiggle back to his room to get cleaned up a little. You could still see cum seep from his gaping hole. Just thinking about what just happened made him horny once again... could be the compromise of being the most powerful sorcerer, having an insatiable libido. Jafar grabbed the last boy by the head and pressed him straight into his dirty groin. As the worship session continue, Jafar exerted more force onto the boy, the boy being in heaven on earth... or close to that. Then, when the masturbating boy's legs went numb and he came over the Sultan's lower legs,  Jafar clenched his cheeks and forcefully clasped his thighs together. This flex was so quick and powerful, you could hear the muscles snap. The sheer power from his move crushed the boy's skull, popping his head like a zit. His brainmatter gushed everywhere but the other good boys continued worshipping, as they should... Jafar felt done with it and wavered the boys goodbye. With a whiff of his magic the whole Palace sparkled, those boys were properly useless after all...

Jasmine was feeling a bit nauseous from what she just saw but seeing Devi like that made her feel a lot better already. Lust is a very strange but strong feeling one can get. Jafar walked over to the hourglass to check on his little pet, he is a very nurturing and caring person ofcourse. Jasmine's eyes lit up when she saw someone soar through one of the windows atop the throne room. She looked seductively at Jafar and caressed her luscious body. She got closer to the glass and started panting, little clouds forming on the glass. She drew a little heart in it and then looked at Jafar. Jafar was a little surprised by this sudden change of heart but he could get used to it. Jasmine forcefully pushed her boobs together and moaned. Jafar put his big hands on the hourglass, tilting it slightly, and pressed his bulge and upper body against the cold glass. He started moving his alpha muscle body up and down the hourglass, while Jasmine continued her show of affection. Squeaking sound filled the room as the powerful wazir moved his impressive stature up and down. His rock hard nipples might have even scratched the glass a little. Jafar really enjoyed today, he really enjoyed his life, he was born for this. Then, in the shimmering reflection of the crystal glass, Jafar saw a horrifying scene. From behind he noticed Aladdin, that useless little sub pipsqueak, came sneaking up towards him. Ready to completely mess up Jafar's ingenious plans...

"How many times do I have to kill you, cockroach!" Jafar buldered as he turned around. Aladdin almost instantly got a heart attack from the angst that overcame him, which would have been fitting for such a spineless streetrat. Aladdin was quickly upping his pace, trying to reach the genie's lamp. To distract Jafar, Abu came rushing towards the powerful wazir. Jafar quickly turned his powerful bicep to the little monkey and said: "Don't toy with me, bitch!" After which a cloud of magic turned Abu into a long monkey-shaped fleshlight, ready to be added to Jafar's collection. "Abu!!!" Aladdin exclaimed sadly, which made Jafar grinn. Like a superhero, Carpet came rushing towards the hunk but Jafar was way to quick for them all. "Things are unraveling fast now, boy," he joked while using his magic to turn the carpet into a big pile of bondage rope. Then Jafar was ready to have a take-down with Aladdin. "Starting to get the point, Aladdin!" Jafar exclaimed, subsequently making scimitars rain from the sky to surround Aladdin. Aladdin struggled immensely to pull out one of those heavy blades from the ground as a means to fight Jafar but his arms were just to weak for it. "Pathetic waste of life!" Jafar laughed, "I'm merely getting warmed up!" he buldered. Jafar took a deep breath, inflating his bulging chest and forcefully exhaled. Upon exhaling a thick whirlwind of fire gushed over Aladdin, incinerating his worthless clothes on the spot. Jafar simply couldn't contain his laughter while looking at the sorry figure that was supposed to become Jasmine's husband. Then he thought about how he'd given him the muscle suit, the joke of the mysterious worm being Aladdin, he almost choked on his laughter. "Are you to afraid to fight me yourself, you cowardly snake!" Aladdin's voice echoed through the throne room...

Jasmine's face, slowly sinking in the sand, turned blank when she heard Aladdin say that, knowing what just took place in the throne room. Though what happened next, still surprised her beyond her wildest ideas. "A snake am I..." Jafar said while walking through the blazing flames unbothered, "Now, let's see how SNAKE-LIKE I CAN BE!!!" he continued while his body started to morph. All expecting to, once again, see Jafar's immaculately muscular Naga self, they were all surprised by this new development. Jafar's body slowly ascended high into the throne room, his face turning into that of a real cobra, his buldering laugh echoeing through the room like a demon. Then his body turned into one thick streak of scale-covered muscle, forcefully slamming into the porcelain floor. His body started to slither over the blazing trail of flames, burying them under his power-emitting body. Then, when the smoke had dissipated, the gang was greeted by a phenomenal and menacing cobra version of the new Sultan. He was meandering through the room and at full length, easily 100 feet long. Highly acidic venom dripping from his enormous fangs, burning holes into the Palace floor. Immediately the room was filled with an eery feeling, a feeling of defeat, since most knew this was just the beginning.

The demonic snake in front of them, towered menacingly over the puny gang, they were useless after all. Just to set an example Jafar grasped a traitor from a corner of the room and swallowed his sorry body hole, if you listened closely you could hear the screams echo through Jafar's throat. Another, Jafar drenched in his venom, completely dissolving him to a mere pile of goo. All Jafar could do is just laugh, leaving the rest to cower in terror. Then Jafar's laughter was prematurely interrupted by Aladdin. He'd grabbed a scimitar and took a swing at Jafar. It was a nagging cut but it didn't really hurt nor bother the wazir, almost like a papercut to him. Besides, the cut quickly regenerated and Jafar was ready to attack again. Jafar took several quick bites at the little street ant below him, Aladdin being to agile to get eaten however. Aladdin rushed towards the balcony, it may seem heroic but if you think about it, he might have just planned to escape from this fight. Quickly Jafar slithered his magnificent body after the little boy, the boy with his little naked cock dangling in de warm Agrabah air. Aladdin reached the end of the balcony but did a quick manoeuvre to get on the other side of Jafar. Jafar was confused as to where Aladdin just went but then, without a shred of hesitation, Aladdin shived the scimitar into Jafar's cobra body. "AaaHhhh!" Jafar screamed from the top of his lungs as he lost balance and partially tumbled over the balcony. Seeing that enormous snake fall from the Palace must have caused some great gossip around town, but, honestly, for our story it is indeed quite the bitter and unexpected turn.

Aladdin quickly turned around and rushed over to the hourglass, Jasmine's body almost fully engulfed by golden sand. Aladdin swung back his scimitar and lashed it at the glass, he felt it hit and then carefully opened his eyes. The blade did strike something but not the glass, it slammed right into Jafar's tight and strong tail, the blade finally shattering in a hundred little pieces. Jafar swirled his long tail around Al's measly body and pulled him towards him. Like a true snake Jafar started strangling his prey, how fitting it was a (street) rat, his tail slowly draining the life from the boy. Amusingly Jafar felt Aladdin's thin cock grow and bulge onto his cold skin, almost like Al enjoyed it. I mean, anyone would enjoy being thoroughly caressed and dominated by Jafar I'd say. Jafar squeezed and squeezed, exerting more and more strength onto the worthless bag of meat. Then, Al's vision went blank and his body collapsed into a state of unconsciousness. Jafar lifted the lifeless body of the ground and dangled it in front of his face. "Quite a shame really... The boy had potential to become one of my most envied growth sluts... The biggest of the bunch, perhaps, not cock wise tho!" Jafar grinned. He opened his fanged mouth wide open and put Aladdin above it. The remains of the dude from earlier still clearly visible in his mouth. Then, just before Jafar let go, Aladdin regained consciousness and looked at the genie, then he looked at Jafar and back at the genie once again. You could hear the figurative coin drop when Aladdin's gambit arose from the depths of his mind... an idea that could change the course of this story...

As Jafar was slowly loosening his grip on the boy, ready to swallow him, he froze at Al's words. "Hey Jafar! The genie has more power than you'll ever have," he screamed, "He gave you your powers and he can easily take them away!!!" "WHAT?!" Jafar exclaimed, dropping Aladdin body on the floor. "Yeah, you're still second-best Jafar!" Aladdin said, rubbing more salt in the figurative wound. Jafar quickly turned to the genie, who was trying to get away from it all. "Shut up, Al! Don't drag me into this mess..." Genie said, "Al just had one to many hits on the head, sir, he can't help it." "SHUT UP, SLAVE!" Jafar commanded, the genie's mouth turning into a closed zip. "Now, little blue bitch, GRANT ME MY FINAL WISH!" Jafar said. The gang looked both in confusion and anticipation as to what was about to happen to Jafar. "I WISH TO BECOME AN ALL-POWERFUL GENIE!!!" Jafar buldered through the room. "Your wish is my command, master!" Genie said, "Way to go Al..." A thick bolt of magic rushed towards the hunking cobra, Jafar totally embracing the overwhelming feeling of victory! The surge of magic embraced the snake, making him shrink back to his former self. A thick and dense cloud of scarlet aether surrounded the wazir, ready to reveal his true potential...

At this moment Devi returned to the throne room and was looking with rage and anticipation at the spectacle. After several seconds a surge of energy spread through the Palace and from the scarlet aether a figure started to ascend into the heavens. Jafar had turned into a demonic-looking blood-red genie. He now wore razor-sharp cheekbones, a perfect goatee, and a luscious ponytail on his head. His demonic yellow eyes looked menacingly down at the gang while he ascended up in the room. "Yes... YEHES!" he bellowed as his chest ballooned, perfectly shiny and red pecs forming on his immaculate body. They were as big as yoga balls and cast a shadow over the humans below him, his nipples portruding visibly from his pecs. Then his abs formed a beautiful and rock hard muscle gut underneath, tensing as power coursed through the new-born genie. Jafar's arms pushed upon the ceiling, eventually cracking it as he shot up in the air. High up in the Agrabah air he flexed his arms and muscles literally appeared on the spot. His biceps were bigger than his pecs, his arms were unproportianally big and powerful. His hands were veiny and topped with sharp, black, claws. "YES! THE FUCKING ABSOLUTE POWER!!!" he bellowed with his frightening demonic voice. He started to flex his pecs and arms together, using his magic to warp reality. "THE UNIVERSE IS MINE TO CONTROL! TO COMMAND! SECOND TO NO-ONE!!!" he continued while aiming the black-hole at the gang. Just before he let go, Al screamed: "Aren't you forgetting something, Jafar?" holding a black lamp. Subsequently golden shackles clasped around Jafar's thick wrists, his nipples clasped and his mouth gagged. "NOOOOOO!!!" he screamed as he was being sucked up by the lamp, "I'll make you pay, bitch, you'll cower before my cock!" Jafar grabbed Iago just before he disappeared in the lamp and then he noticed Devi excessively cumming in the corner of the room, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Subsequently the inky black sky turned blue again and all seemed to be well. Al rushed over to the hourglass and freed Jasmine, who just didn't choke. He hugged Jasmine but felt she was hesitant at first. The genie had started reconstructing the roof already and transformed Abu and the Carpet back to their former self. Sultan Hamed took place on the throne once again and ordered his guards to gather the former Magic Council. Then Devi came stomping into the room, madly charging at Aladdin. Jasmine wanted to rush towards him and hug him but Aladdin stood in front of her to protect the Princess. Hamed furiously ordered Razoul to detain him and throw him in the Endless Pit. Before Devi could do anything about it, his muscular body was being dragged out of the room. "You'll not get rid of me that easily, Al, you vile ungrateful betrayer!" he said, making Al swallow from fear. Moments later, Aladdin was sure, he wished the genie to be free, so that no-one could ever misuse his powers ever again. Then the former Magic Council entered the throne room, they were dismissed after the Sultana's death, but still resided in Agrabah. Sultan Hamed commanded them to lock up Jafar's lamp, so no-one would ever lay hands on it. The group of privileged Agrabahnians discussed a while and then formed a pentagram around the lamp. With all their magic combined, seemingly they needed a lot to detain Jafar's power, they locked his lamp into an ancient book, ready to be stored in the Royal Vaults. Just like the Legend of Khartoum. The book being filled with Jafar's story and erotic pictures of his adventures, safely housed in the everlasting world of tales and myths, solely to be released by now non-existent cosmic energy...

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