Travis groaned from the sweltering heat that made his already stifling office environment nearly unbearable.  It was easily warmer in here than outside, and his company was too cheap to afford livable air conditioning.  Worst of all, it was hump day; Travis had two more days of this shit to deal with before the weekend.  And tomorrow was supposed to be even hotter!  He pondered calling in sick more than once, but in the end, he thought better of it.  He’d run out of sick days for the current rotation, and he could use the money. 

Travis typed slowly away at his desktop PC, the keyboard slick with sweat from his sticky fingers.  He only cared enough to get the bare minimum of work done today.  Clicking back and forth between a barrage of excel sheets and word docs, Travis was barely even aware of the data he was inputting.  A small, filthy white floor fan blew hot air over him, hardly enough to keep the slick sheen of sweat off his barely covered flesh.  A recently refilled bottle of water sat at his desk, its surface soaked with condensation.  He hadn’t even bothered to bring lunch with him today; it was too hot, and he felt too ill to eat anything. 

“Fuck, I wish I was gone.  Fuck this goddamn heat,” Travis muttered under his breath to no one in particular. 

Just then, a notif appeared in his messenger window, the flashing orange bar drawing his attention.  Travis was eager to click on it, a brief reprieve from the monotony of his daily workload. 

“WANT TO BE FREE AND AWAY FROM THIS PLACE, HUMAN?  THAT CAN BE ARRANGED. ”

The message stared at him from the glowing dusty monitor.  Travis shook his head.  Fucking scammers.  He quickly deleted the message and blocked the sender, not wanting to incur any viruses on his company’s computer.  It was linked to his account, after all, and any damage would bring down particularly nasty reprieve from his bosses. 

Travis closed the window and went back to his work.  Not 30 seconds later, however, the messenger window flashed again. 

“I CAN SEE HOW MUCH YOU LONG TO BE FREE, HUMAN.  YOU NEED ONLY MAKE A WISH FOR IT TO BE SO.  SIMPLY SAY THE WORDS ALOUD AND SEE MY WORKS IN ACTION. ”

Travis was a little concerned at this point.  His computer must have been infected with a particularly nasty virus for the user to have remote access like this.  He figured he should pick up his phone and contact IT.  That would at least grant his wish, he thought to himself, if his machine was down and he was sent home early. 

He went to pick up the receiver when his computer dinged with another message alert.  This time Travis was more than a little startled. 

“THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOUR TECHNOLOGY, HUMAN.  I HAVE SIMPLY LEARNED HOW TO BEND IT TO WORK MY WHIMS.  YOUR DESIRES ARE MINE TO GRANT SHOULD YOU SPEAK THEM ALOUD. ”

That last message was more than a little concerning.  The responses were all far too specific to be a scam.  It was almost like the individual on the other end could read his thoughts.  Having a camera visual to his room was one thing, but how the fuck did someone know what he was thinking? 

In shock, he saw the messenger was typing again, almost in response to his thoughts as quickly as he had them. 

“I CAN SEE YOU HUMAN, BUT NOT IN A MANNER YOU CAN COMPREHEND.  YOU CALLED OUT TO ME.  I CAN GRANT YOUR WISH.  ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS ASK.  WHY NOT GIVE IT A TRY?  YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE, AND SO MUCH TO GAIN. ”

The words flashed again on the screen, and Travis figured what the hell.  He was clearly hallucinating.  Maybe if he played along, the voice would fuck off and leave him alone. 

“Fine, I wish I was out of the office and that this damn heat didn’t bother me so much,” Travis muttered under his breath, embarrassed.  He hoped none of his colleges walked by and heard the strange exchange.  Still, it was not an unusual statement to say aloud, given the circumstances. 

“YOUR WISH IS GRANTED, MORTAL.  YOU WILL BE TAKEN FAR AWAY FROM YOUR WORKPLACE, AND THE HEAT WILL NO LONGER BOTHER YOU.  I LOOK FORWARD TO THE RESULTS OF YOUR WISH. ”

The words flashed across the scene before the messenger window closed on its own.  Travis clicked the window but was surprised to see that there was no record of the conversation in his history.  The contact had no name, no address, and no contact history.  It was as though it simply had never existed.  This was fucked up.  Clearly, the hacker had exceptional skills, but why the hell had they pushed for Travis to make a wish? 

He mulled over the strange message a few moments more before shaking his head at the foolishness.  Maybe he had imagined the whole damned exchange.  He must have been really suffering from the heat.  He stood up, grabbing his water bottle, and made his way to the bathroom to wash his face before getting back to the monotony of his work. 

All of a sudden, Travis felt a sharp pain shooting through him.  He hunched over, nearly crying out from the distress as his back began to spasm, tightening against his shirt.  Travis reached back and grasped the skin in an attempt to relieve the sudden agony.  Yet what greeted his fingers surprised him enough to distract from the shooting pain.  The flesh felt warm, spongy under his touch, like a lump of fat.  Even as his fingers played over the area, it continued to expand, bulging out his back and pressing tightly against the taut skin as though trying to burst its way free.  Travis went white as a slick sheen of sweat covered his face.  What the fuck was wrong with him? ! 

He made his way to the bathroom, thankful not to run into any coworkers on the way.  He didn’t need anyone seeing the growth before he did.  He rushed inside the private stall and locked the door behind him, flicking on the lights with fingers that seemed unusually stiff.  He flexed his digits, trying to work out their numbness but was strangely unable to do so.  His hands didn’t feel sticky or moist, yet were restricted all the same.  It was as though there was a glue between them, and a warm spot at the tips of two sets of digits had swelled out as though filled with water. 

But at the moment, Travis had bigger concerns.  He turned to look in the tiny mirror, shocked at the sight of the growth pushing against the back of his sweaty tank top.  Travis struggled to get his shirt off though the massive lump impeded his progress.  Travis’s sweaty body certainly didn’t help matters.  He found it hard to pull off the soaking fabric with his oddly-stiff fingers.  Finally managing to get the meddlesome shirt up over his head, something hit his nostrils, something that REEKED.  He knew he was sweaty from the heat, but the stench wafting off his body was nearly suffocating.  It smelled more at home in a zoo.  And a bizarre tingling in his nose distracted him as he got his bearings and turned to view the source of his worries in the mirror. 

He stared in shock at the warm pulsating bulge sticking out of his back.  It was covered with dirty, dusty hair and filled with fat that outstripped his thin frame.  He had a fucking hump!  A silly part of his mind laughed at the thought; it was hump day after all, wasn’t it?  He was clearly delirious from the heat and the bizarre transformation.  There was no way this was real.  Yet as he watched, the skin expanded and bubbled, running down his back, the dusty fuzz running down the darkening hide.  A second, smaller lump seemed to be bubbling out of the flesh behind the first one as it too became covered in dusty hairs.  He ran his hands over the mass, feeling the sleek skin, rough and leathery to his touch. 

As Travis groped at the growth, he noticed once again the feeling in his fingers seemed far worse than it should be.  He looked down in horror at the sight of his massively thick middle and ring fingers; the nail expanding over the surface.  It was an ugly brown shade, as though he’d been covered in mud.  But the texture seemed too smooth and shiny for that.  Worse, however, were his thumbs.  They had been pulled upwards on his wrists, shrinking as he watched.  He could hardly move them!  His index and pinkie were smaller too, that same nail encroaching over the surface, though not nearly as thick as his other digits.  He stared as his hands, his way of interacting with the world was slowly robbed from him!  This couldn’t be real, could it? 

He caught another glimpse of his face in the mirror, and the sight gave him pause.  It took him a moment to find the alteration in the familiar visage, but soon, he spotted it.  A once human nose had become bulbous, seemingly beginning to protrude.  His nostrils pinched downwards even as they stretched out.  The odd shape still allowed for more of his pungent stinky odor to be inhaled as they comically inflated to look out of place on his still mostly human head.  His jaw began to ache, and his tongue had expanded so large it flopped out before his mouth could catch up.  His ears were pointy, sticking up further on his head as he watched.  Even his hair was beginning to change, resembling that dusty yellow color that had covered the growth on his back.  Did he look like a fucking…  camel? 

His mind drifted back to the other strange occurrence of the day.  That bizarre message that promised a spoken wish granted.  There was no way the two were correlated, but what else could cause him to turn into an animal?  He tried to recall the words of the message on his computer screen.  They had promised he would be free and away from this place and that the heat would no longer bother him.  A camel was not bothered by the heat and certainly did not belong in an office building.  No!  He hadn’t wished for this! 

Travis groaned as he tried in vain to pull his phone out of his pocket, but his dwindling fingers were no longer up to the task.  His thumbs were far higher up his wrists while his pinky and index fingers had rotated backward, retracting up the center of his palm.  His remaining fingers were worse off, thick and brown, and steadily becoming encased with keratin as he watched helplessly.  Travis managed to pull out his phone but could barely keep his grip as the device fell from his hands and onto the tile floor with a clack.  He bent down to reach it, but the pain in his lower back made the motion difficult.  He couldn’t reach down to his phone to call for help! 

“No, I didn’t WAAAAAAAANNNNT this! ” Travis wailed as he felt his whole body expanding, putting on mass as the cursed leathery skin relentlessly crawled over his flesh.  He moaned as his pants grew tight around his expanding waist, something pressing out above his ass crack amplifying the agony.  Travis tried to pull his pants off, but his fingers were too thick to reach under the fabric.  He grunted suddenly from the ache in his hips as the bones began expanding.  His feet felt so tight in his shoes, making him realize his feet were undergoing a similar change to his hands.  He was changing all at once, and it was happening too fast to find help! 

He heard his phone ding as it clattered against the floor, nearly agony to his much larger ears.  A flicker of hope passed over his eyes.  Was someone trying to get in touch with him?  Someone that could help him?  He looked down at the potential salvation only to have his heart sink.  The words flashed on the screen were in the same font as the one he’d seen on his computer. 

“WHY NOT, HUMAN?  YOU WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE HEAT ANYMORE.  WHAT DO YOU HUMANS CALL IT, THE MIDDLE OF THE WORKING WEEK?  HUMP DAY?  WELL, NOW EVERY DAY CAN BE HUMP DAY FOR YOU!  WON’T THAT BE WONDERFUL? ”

The words flashed on his phone screen, though Travis had not touched or opened his phone.  He tried to pick it up once more, but his bulging gut got in the way.  His stomach had distended to match his flattening hips as they sank into his flanks, providing him a more quadrupedal stance.  His fingers were too far gone now anyway to work the device.  He could only stare helplessly as the unseen presence mocked him, forcing his shape into that of a fucking animal! 

An ache in his skull brought Travis’s attention towards the mirror to view the continued transfiguration to his head.  A horrid taste filled his prognathous jaw, and Travis felt something rolling around inside that should not have been there.  He spat, horrified to see several of his teeth in the bathroom sink.  His gums ached as several massive flattened molars pushed out to fill the spaces, looking hilariously out of place on his still somewhat human face. 

Yet his nose looked most ridiculous of all, far enough away from his head to see if he crossed his eyes.  The entire expanse was coated in a light dusting of brown fur, and he could feel his expanding nostrils flare, drinking in more of that pungent bestial stink that was nearly enough to make him gag.  He found himself struggling to maintain his focus as his eyes began to migrate to the sides of his head.  They slid further away from the massive expanse of the bulging nose in front of his face.  He barely looked human anymore! 

“This isn’t what I WAANNNNNNTTTED! ” Travis bellowed, terrified at the deep animal baritone he produced.  “Change MEEEE BACK PLEEEEEEEEASE! ”

“IS THIS NOT WHAT YOU WISHED FOR, HUMAN?  UNFORTUNATELY MY WORKS CANNOT BE UNDONE BUT THROUGH THE WISH OF ANOTHER.  BUT DON’T DESPAIR!  SOON YOU WILL KNOW NOTHING OF YOUR LOSS, AND BE HAPPY AND CONTENT WITH THE FORM I HAVE BESTOWED UPON YOU! ”

The words on his screen hit him like a ton of bricks.  It didn’t seem like the presence had any intention of changing him back.  Travis groaned as his body continued to warp against his wishes.  His stomach bulged outwards as his shoulders rotated forward, making his arm movements frighteningly restrictive.  He was forced to lean forward as the damned humps kept growing, weighing him down as he put on hundreds of pounds of fat and muscle.  His hips rotated forward as well, cracking and shifting as his fucking tail wagged in annoyance.  His sweaty body stank, his massive nose breathing in the fumes of his perspiration in the tiny enclosed space. 

Through the horror of the change, he felt something burning in his crotch, the sensation damp and reeking much more than the rank stench of a sweaty camel.  He tried to paw at the restrictive garments, but his hands were too far gone, his belt too tight.  There was only one way to relieve the pressure.  He took a deep breath, bracing himself as he pushed out with all the force he could muster.  He felt the waistband of his jeans dig painfully into him before the button snapped off with a loud pop, hitting the wall in front of him.  He wriggled his hips, letting his broken jeans fall to the floor. 

Travis braced himself against the counter as best he could to try and see underneath him.  The sight that greeted him was more frightening than the changes themselves.  There was nothing there!  His crotch felt moist, needy, but he couldn’t see anything from this vantage.  The sensations were coming from further back than he remembered.  He turned around, longer neck able to crane around to see his reflected backside.  His growing tail was in the way, and if he focused enough, he could MOVE the damn thing, flicking it to the side to confirm his worst fears.  His puckered anus lay just beneath it, but that was just the beginning.  He could see his cock, or what remained of it at least, still hard but shrinking into the top of a large, damp opening.  His balls were nearly gone, small lumps slowly being sucked into damp folds that looked frightening like a vulva. 

NONONO NOT THAT!  He thought, panicked, as the changes overtook his sex.  His new crotch burned with a strange yet somewhat familiar desire.  He couldn’t look away as his new opening expanded, the last remnants of his manhood shrinking away inside of his new camel’s cunt. 

“WHHHHYYYYYYYY! ” Travis bellowed, angry and scared.  Not only was he being robbed of his humanity, but he was also losing his sex!  What had he done to deserve this? 

“I HAD TO FIND A HOME FOR YOU.  AFTER ALL, SUCH A LOVELY CREATURE HAS NO PLACE IN HUMAN SOCIETY.  THE NEAREST PLACE FOR YOU IS IN NEED OF A FEMALE OF YOUR NEW SPECIES.  WON’T THAT BE LOVELY?  NOT ONLY TO GET YOUR WISH BUT TO BE GIVEN A WELCOMING HOME AND A VIRILE MATE?  YOU SHOULD THANK MY GENEROSITY HUMAN. ”

Travis could only groan at this point.  His vocal cords were no longer acceptable for human speech.  His body ached as his hips and ass grew bigger, obstructing his view of his new hindquarters.  He had to look away.  The sight of his face in the mirror was more than he could bear.  There was so little of the human in Travis’s visage.  He looked like a fucking camel!  His nostrils were massive, sat atop a widening thick-lipped snout.  His hair was now a tuft of yellow fur atop his head as the last remnants of his skin were covered by disgusting hide.  His curved ears stuck out of the sides of his head, twitching independently as they took in the sounds from the office complex beyond. 

Travis bellowed as his hips cracked, and his four-legged stature became fixed.  He tried desperately to rear up, to reclaim his stolen posture, but he fell helplessly back onto the tile floor.  Travis barely felt the bathroom floor under his hooves, though his mass was decently balanced on his spindly legs.  He hardly noticed that his back hooves had burst out of his shoes and his socks were stuck on the camel appendages.  Travis reflexively shook his hind legs, trying to rid himself of the annoying remnants of his socks.  His shoes sat crushed under the weight of his body, no longer suited to the beast he’d become. 

“YOU WILL BE FAR AWAY FROM YOUR WORK, RESISTANT TO THE HEAT, AND HAVE A MALE TO GIVE YOU NEW LIFE.  WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR?  I BELIEVE MY SERVICES HAVE BEEN COMPLETED.  ENJOY YOUR WISH, BEAST. ”

Travis’s heart sank as the words faded from the screen, his changed eyes barely able to decipher them as the phone went dark.  He tried in vain to touch his phone, but his fingers were reduced to hooves now, and he simply shattered the device under his weight, barely able to feel the crushed glass underneath him. 

He could hear the yells and bangs of someone trying to get in, but they were far away from his depressed psyche.  Travis wanted to yell out to them, to beg for help, but he stayed silent.  He didn’t want anyone else to incur the wrath of a being who could change him like this.  Travis doubted anyone could help him now anyway.  They likely wouldn’t even notice he’d been human, unable to see who he once was despite the mess of his human clothes strewn all around. 

The air around him shimmered, and all at once, a rank odor assaulted his senses, far stronger than the disgusting stink that wafted off his own massive frame.  Travis blinked a few times, his eyes trying to adjust to the bright light as he was seemingly transported out of the bathroom and into an open field.  No, not open.  His eyesight was dim, but he could make out the outline of a fence not too far off.  It was all around him like he was in a pen or cage of some kind! 

He bellowed in panic, moving towards the edge of his confinement to try and get help.  However, the strong scent in his nostrils gave him pause.  He turned his massive head in time to see another beast at eye level with him, sniffing and lipping at him curiously.  Travis felt his body flush with arousal.  The thick male musk in the air reawakened the moist, damp feeling in his loins.  The realization hit him like a freight train.  He was scenting a male of his new species, one that was particularly interested in Travis’s own scent! 

NONONO, not that!   Travis tried to yell, but his bellows only served to attract the large needy male.  Travis froze as the bigger male lipped his muzzle once more.  Travis couldn’t move as the beast walked around him, the male reek burning in his nostrils and amplifying the need in his massive body, keeping him frozen in place.  He screamed within his own mind, but the desires in his body made his thoughts cloudy.  Travis tried to call out, to run, but a growing part of him no longer wanted to.  In response, his tail lifted, and he felt himself taking a piss, the rank urine disgusting to his nose but in no way a deterrent to the male camel. 

As the smelly beast climbed atop him, Travis felt his human thoughts start to fade.  The rank stench of male camel started to smell…  nice.  Travis felt disgusted with himself.  He was a female animal, about to get fucked by a male!  Part of him wanted to struggle, to try and hold on, but deep down, Travis knew it was futile.  He had no way to escape, no way to become human, and his loins ached with the need to be filled.  It was a small glimmer of hope, one he’d thought taken from him since his transformation.  A hope that the change might feel good.  That it might please him in ways his human self could never know, to be an animal, a female. 

The human Travis was engulfed by the sensation of the massive cock inside him, feeling his new walls being stimulated.  He found himself thrust back against the beast, desperate to take more of that wonderful member deep inside himself.  He bucked his hips, human thoughts floating from his body while his, now her, new sex quivered, rippling through her form as her orgasm neared.  She let out a bellow, eyes flickering with intelligence for the last time as an animalistic orgasm erupted from her loins.  Her own crotch triggered the release of the male on her back, and she felt her womb fill up with life-giving seed. 

The male dismounted while the new female camel stood in post-orgasmic bliss, scents of hay wafting into her massive nostrils.  She flicked her tail, clumps of camel seed running out of her abused sex.  She walked over to the bale of hay, her new pliable lips easily allowing her to eat her fill.  After a few moments, the male joined her, and she felt her sex moisten once more from the scent of her mate’s generosity.  He would surely make her a mother soon, but not before filling her as much as he was able and stimulating her quivering nethers. 

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The Djinn smirked to himself, a trait he’d picked up after Millennium of being around humans.  The internet was such a useful tool for finding new victims.  They seldom believed in his words, but that was not necessary for the restrictions of his magic.  They simply needed to utter the words, a wish that would be twisted to the Djinn’s own whims.  He was particularly fond of turning his victims into animals, finding the simple beasts to be much more preferable to nasty humans.  The world was overpopulated as it was. 

He loved the sight of their distorted faces crying out in terror before their new minds took over.  No matter how many times he saw it, the image gave him such joy.  He loved watching those first moments acting as a true animal, seeing them give in and enjoy their new forms before moving on to his next target.  And soon, it would be time to sate his twisted desires once more with a new victim. 

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The zoo manager had no idea what to make of their newest resident.  How the new female camel had gotten there was a mystery.  Her presence wasn’t unwelcome, certainly.  The male had been restless lately, and having him calm was certainly a benefit to the children.  And they loved petting the docile female camel, rubbing her belly as he explained to the children that soon there would be yet one more new residence to their little petting zoo within a few short months…