Josh’s genie

by Anarchy A

 Bullied teen swimmer Josh uses the unexpected acquisition of a genie to try improving things at school, one daily wish at a time.

Added: Oct 2015 Updated: 20 Jan 2016 8,133 words 41,749 views 4.9 stars (9 votes)


Josh Hartley sat at the kitchen table, looking at the loosely wrapped box his Dad had just handed him. It was his 18th birthday and it’d been a shitty day all round at school. Josh was younger than nearly everyone in the year so nobody really cared about 18ths anymore, and once again he’d been humiliated in gym class due to the classes switch to swimming for the summer. He was shorter than all the other guys and the Speedos provided by the school were obviously more filled out by the other guys.

Returning home he’d reheated for leftovers and waited for his Dad’s return from work, at which time he was given the present. It was a simple grey box with a red ribbon stuck on and a cheap card.

“Are you gonna open it, son?” his Dad asked excitedly, a broad grin on his face.

They weren’t exactly rich so Josh wasn’t really expecting much. He slid the ribbon off and opened the box.

“Geez, Dad this must have cost a fortune.” he gasped as he saw what looked to be a very expensive bottle of some brand of alcohol he’d never heard of. He wasn’t sure what it was but the glass bottle had such fine, ornate detail over the whole surface that it clearly wasn’t some cheap bottle from a liquor shop.

“Don’t worry about how much it costs, you only become an adult once, and it’s important to me that you remember this.”

Before Josh could think about breaking it open to celebrate his father announced he was going to bed to be up for work in the morning. Sadly, Josh went upstairs to his room and took the bottle with him. He placed it on the bedside table and sat on the bed. Looking at the bottle he noticed a scuff on the side so he licked his thumb and tried to wipe it off. The spot wouldn’t budge so he wrapped his hand with his shirt and started to rub the bottle. The bottle started to shake in his hand and with a loud bang like a gunshot, the cork flew out of the top and a dark red smoke started pouring out of the neck.

Josh dropped the bottle as smoke kept blasting out and seemed to congeal on the floor . The smoke started to rise and formed into the shape of a man, first a set of beautifully sculpted, 8 pack abs with a deeply cut v leading to the pillar of smoke where legs would be, then a shelf of enormous pecs that stood out many inches above his glorious abs, with large, dark red nipples. Bulging shoulders and throbbing biceps with huge veins spread out from the muscular torso, and atop the statuesque figure sat a face of such astonishing beauty that Josh’s draw actually dropped, and had his eyes not been scouring every inch of the Adonis-like figure, they would have been locked with the pitch black eyes of the smoke figure.

“I am the great genie of the bottle, speak what you wish and I will make it reality.” said the figure in a voice so loud and deep that the room seemed to tremble around him.

Josh was almost speechless, and his mind flooded with ideas, worries and sheer shock at the godly figure that had just exploded into his bedroom.

“A-anything?” he stammered out.

“Some caveats may apply, you don’t need to worry about that right now.”

“Is it like all the stories, three wishes?” Josh asked, sill having no clue what he would wish for.

“Not at all, that is a myth.” said the genie sternly.

“Oh.” said Josh, his heart sinking.

“One wish. Every day. Forever.”

Josh nearly fell over in shock at the news.

“Holy shit, uhh, well…” he couldn’t clear his mind enough to think straight so what he said just sort of slipped out without any thought of consequence. “I wish I was the hottest guy at school.”

“Done.” said the genie, snapping his fingers, and a spark of electricity crackled between them. “You will become the sexiest man at your school, soon.”

“You mean I don’t just change now?” he asked.

“Well this is one of my caveats, I get to decide how the wish plays out, as long as you don’t specify against what I want.” he said, with a small smile.

“Then can I wish to grow now?”

“One wish every day, and all wishes are final.” said the genie, again seeming pleased with his own rules. “But now, I must rest, I’ve been in that bottle for hundreds of years and granting wishes is exhausting.”

“O-Ok…” Josh started but the muscular figure had already dissipated and was refilling the bottle. He climbed into his bed and slept, expecting to wake up in the morning to this all having been a dream.

School seemed to pass at half speed the next day. Josh had tried rubbing the bottle in the morning to no avail and at this point was actually starting to believe that the whole thing was just the creation of his sleep deprived brain. Sitting in the afternoon math class, Josh spoke to his closest friend Marc. Plenty of people were cordial with Josh, he wasn’t that much of a social outcast, but Marc was one of the few people who wouldn’t eagerly throw him in front of an oncoming bus for the chance to ascend the social food chain a little.

“Did your dad get you anything cool for your birthday?” he enquired eagerly.

“Uhh, yeah, some old bottle… I think it’s alcohol…” His voice trailed off, he still wasn’t sure if he’d dreamt the events of last night, and in the likely event that he had, he had no idea what was in the bottle.

“That’s cool, I guess.” Marcus said somewhat awkwardly, “I know you guys aren’t exactly swimming in cash.”

“Yeah, he really tries though, and I do appreciate it.”

The day was uneventful, which Josh preferred as eventful usually translated to humiliating for him. However, after math his class headed off to the locker rooms to get changed for the day’s swimming class and he was once again confronted by the harsh reality of everyone seeing his distinctly under-packed Speedo.

Sitting at a bench in the locker room, waiting to be called into the pool by the gym teacher, Josh did his best to conceal his body from the prying eyes around him. That was, until Liam Sterling, the most incredible looking guy in the class, and coincidentally the guy who gave Josh the most shit about his appearance, marched up to him with purpose.

Liam was captain of the swim team and obviously had no qualms about displaying the slab of meat between his legs, almost obscenely in the tiny, stretched-to-the-limit Speedo. Seriously, there had to be six thick inches of clearly outlined dong crammed into that pouch and he wasn’t even sporting a partial. He exemplified the perfect swimmers build, it wasn’t that he was slender, but that his muscular body was sleek and looked as though it could slide through the water without generating so much as a ripple.

And speaking of rippling, it was the best way to describe him, every inch of his body was curved by a rounded mass of sheer muscle, threatening to burst from his skin with every movement. His face was so good looking that you could stare for hours at the sharp jaw, the wavy, deep brown hair, and those stone cold, piercing blue eyes.

All of this of course made life so much more unbearable for Josh, as he had to tolerate torment day in and day out from the one guy he wanted more than anyone else.

“Jesus, Hartley do you even have a dick in there?” he asked, looking around to make sure everyone was paying attention. “You must be hung like a fucking baby.”

“I…” Josh started but he felt blood rushing to his face, and other places as he immediately tried to push the thoughts of Liam’s body from his mind.

“Fuck man! Guys he must have something there cos he’s totally getting a hardon just looking at me!” Liam laughed. Josh blushed harder, thinking how it was hard not to get hard just from having Liams thick dick just inches from his faces, inches he was sure it could manage to close by itself.

He became painfully away of a throbbing from his dick and looked down to see that it was clearly as hard as ever and noticeably reaching towards the roof, but it wasn’t just that, it also looked large. Thicker than he remembered and pushing past the boundary of the 4 inch disappointment he was used to.

It felt like more than just blood rushing to his dick, as he felt like it was on fire. The material of his swimwear began to stretch along with his dick, as he stood up awkwardly, brushing briefly against Liam but far to concentrated on the fire in his cock to care.

His hand massaged his cock almost against his will as a reaction to the pain, until he realised that the burning wasn’t pain at all, but an intense pleasure that burned from his dick and radiated through to the rest of his body.


Josh was too dazed by the pleasure clouding his brain to react, when he looked down to see that that the thin elastic of his swimwear was stretched so tightly over his cock, which was now more like a long, throbbing monster covered with veins, sitting on top of two orange sized balls, that the Speedo was pulled away from his body and the sides of said dick were clearly visible to the whole room.

Jaws were dropping around the room and other guys became uncomfortably confined by their own clothing, when something entirely new started. Josh’s skin looked as though thick worms were crawling underneath his skin, writhing and thickening all over him. Liam looked like he was about to pass out from shock and other guys in the room seemed equally surprised. The worms multiplied and grew, covering Josh’s slender frame and thickening into broad bands of muscle, accompanied by a creaking noise which seemed to be the bones in his limbs lengthening and his shoulders pushing outwards.

Large, diamond-shaped quads and sharply protruding calves supported Josh’s new body, beneath the bulging Speedo, barely holding together to conceal very little of his enormous dick. His torso was framed by incredibly wide lats, tapering down to a thin waist, where a deeply cut v of muscle adorned the edges of 8 bricks of pure abdominal muscle, the tops of the highest of which were cast in shadow by the completely bulbous pectoral masses, which throbbed, swelled and contracted with even the slightest movement on Josh’s behalf. Nipples that were so large they could almost fill a person’s hand were spread over the peaks of the pecs and sent new signals of sensitivity to Josh’s dazed mind every second. His shoulders looked like basketballs with deep cuts in the muscle stuck out on either side of him, holding the monstrous arms with incredibly large, deeply separated biceps with thick cords of veins twisting down them.

He caught a glimpse of his own face in a nearby mirror and was struck by his own beauty. The squareness of the jaw he so admired in Liam was now present on his own immaculate face, leading down to a neck, nearly as thick as his head. His eyes, somehow the same shade of green, but now infinitely more eye catching below bushy, dark eyebrows to match his wavy, black hair.

The whole room was silent in a stupor for what seemed like a minute, until a loud snapping noise shattered the peace to announce that Josh’s now footlong monster cock had won the battle with the Speedo and was now out in the open for everyone to see, standing out proudly, curving towards the ceiling and dripping just the slightest bit of pre from the tip. In the next three seconds at least half the room came without any assistance from their hands.

“What…” Josh began, and was taken aback by the deep pitch of his new voice. “What were you saying about my little dick, Liam?”

“I- Er.” Liam stuttered, his own hand inadvertently in his swimwear, massaging his own erection.

“You were saying how you wanted to suck it, right?” Josh continued, having no idea where these words were coming from.

“I don’t…”

“Well go on then,” he said, the deep commanding tones echoing through the silent locker room, “Suck it. Right here. For everyone to watch.”

“Ohgodyes.” blurted out Liam, as though he’d been lusting for permission, the words all blurring into one.

He fell forward onto his knees and his lips wrapped around the head of Josh’s python. His tongue began to work Josh’s slit and even more waves of ecstasy pulsed through his muscular body. One of his hand fondled Josh’s swollen balls while the other remained in his own, jizz soaked, swimwear.

Josh felt his dick sliding down Liam’s throat, so tight against his throbbing member, until he felt Liam’s lips press against the base of his dick, and was clearly aware that this was not the older guy’s first time servicing a cock.

Liam’s body slid back and forth for ages, as Josh wove his hands into the swim captains wavy locks and forced him onto the rod harder.

Every muscle in the teen Adonis seized up, and he flexed his glutes, pushing forward as he felt himself reach climax. He felt the cum shoot though his massive rod and into the much smaller Liam. Such a sheer volume of thick, white semen was being forced into the sexy body that some spurted from his mouth and splattered the walls of the locker room. Liam slid off the end of the cock from the force of the ejaculation, and further cords of jizz slung themselves over his half naked body. Once again the watching crowd let loose their own seed.

Josh flexed his powerful body as he moaned in pleasure. His face creased into a satisfied grin as him mind flooded with what lay in store, and what he could achieve with his wishes after that.

Emerging from the locker room, the class found the coach looking at his watch and scowling as the guys had taken far longer than they should have changing. He glanced up at them and quickly surveyed the boys in front of him.

“Jesus Christ, Sterling,” he shot at Liam, “It’s none of my business what you do on your own time but what the fuck are you thinking.”

The class looked at Liam to see that copious amounts of Josh’s thick cum was still splattered across his muscular chest, and, like most of the class, his swimwear was stretched tight over a throbbing erection.

“Uh, yes sir, sorry sir.” Liam said and vanished back into the locker room.

“And Hartley, you may be comfortable with your own body but at least attempt to cover up.”

Josh was taken aback. The coach didn’t seem surprised by his enormous size, he didn’t even seem to question that Josh had more than doubled in size since entering the lockers. In fact, Josh realised that even the twenty-something guys who had watched him hulk out hadn’t so much as asked how it had happened. Still wondering about the strange ignorance of those around him, Josh went and borrowed the largest size Speedo that the school store had available, which he could barely cram his humongous cock into and showed every outline of every vein on his semi-soft member.

The rest of the class continued as normal, except that Josh’s newly muscle bound body carved through the water like a missile, pulsing with newfound power and crackling with the sheer energy from his growth.

Most of the class remained distracted, whether watching the muscles in Josh’s back contract and relax as he powered through lap after lap, or ogling him as he emerged from the pool, water dripping off the shelf of his pecs, down onto the cobblestone abs.

One student was even shouted as in disbelief by the coach when he was spotted with his hand on his dick, jacking it as he stared at Josh, who threw a quick double bi his way, causing the guy to cum while the whole class and coach watched, followed by his whole head blushing a deep red as he excused himself.

The class, and with it, the day, came to an end, and Josh was walking home, scantily clad in his underwear, the only clothing that was elastic enough to stretch over his thick quads. His shirt had met its fate to his broad back and basketball-like deltoids, and he had taken pride in shredding the material by flexing with gusto.

Marc walked beside him as their houses were close to each other, and he was having extreme trouble watching where he was going, as his eyes were locked onto the huge package bobbing in the black briefs next to him. This didn’t escape Josh’s notice.

“You like what you see?” he asked Marc, smirking a little and bouncing his new pecs.

“How could I not?” he replied, adjusting his pants to accommodate his lengthening cock.

“How about you stay over at mine tonight?” Josh offered.

“R-really… I wouldn’t want to… ok…” trailed off Marc.

Dropping his newfound cockiness for a second Josh stopped walking and turned to his friend.

“So this doesn’t seem strange to you?”

“What doesn’t?”

“Me? That I grew like that in front of everyone? That I’m 3 times the size I was this morning?”

“No, I dunno, in any other case I guess it would, but with you it just seems… normal… like it was always going to happen and I don’t really know why.”

This confirmed Josh’s suspicions that his wishes made sense to everyone, which was good, he supposed, as it’d be pretty shit if he constantly had to lie or explain himself.

Reaching his house, Josh led Marc inside and steered him distinctly at his bedroom, not that it particularly mattered as his father was still at work. As they passed the doorway he reached down and tore his briefs clean off, skipping the effort of sliding them down altogether His 12 inch rod of flesh sprung to attention, nearly smacking the smaller boy in the face. Marc quickly slid his shirt off, revealing a compactly muscular torso, before wrapping both of his hands around the shaft of Josh’s cock, which was thicker around than the widest part of any of Marc’s limbs.

Marc caressed the thick meat in front of him and his mouth was drawn to the deep purple head. He could feel the heat of the blood coursing through it against his lips. He tasted the intense, overwhelming sweetness of the precum oozing steadily from it. His brain was intoxicated by the thick, sugary pre as he felt firm hands lift him, and slowly turn him over, pulling the cock from his grasp.

Josh pulled the jeans off Marc’s lithe frame and looked at the naked figure in front of him. His thumbs slid between the rounded cheeks of Marc’s ass and he pushed his monstrous cock slowly forward, deep into the smaller boy. He heard gasps, screams and moans burst forth from below him as two thirds of his cock had slid inwards.

It was as though his whole brain had been changed so that every part of his body and mind experienced the electricity pulsing through his cock. Every nerve in the beast felt thousands of times more sensitive, and he felt like he could count every cell of Marc’s insides touching his skin. He places his hands on the hips in front of him and his powerful arms forced Marc’s entire body forward and back, caressing every inch of his godlike dick with his ass. With each thrust inward he felt his balls slap into Marc’s legs. He noticed vaguely that they had swollen as large as grapefruits, churning out more cum than he could imagine.

Marc’s ass clenched as Josh fucked him and the thrill it shot through his body brought him to orgasm. He felt his balls contract and cum poured into Marc’s ass. The orgasm was more intense than any he’d felt before and lasted for what felt like 10 minutes. Josh could’ve sworn the smaller boys stomach looked stretched for the sheer volume that had been pumped into him. As his slid his huge dick out he heard Marc breathing deeply on the floor. His dick was only semi hard now, though still longer than it had ever been before his change.

Marc left shortly after, walking somewhat bow legged, and Josh turned his attention to the bottle. He rubbed the lamp and once again dark red smoke congealed into the form of a godlike man.

“You are satisfied, I presume?” said the genie, looking up and down Josh’s naked figure.

“It’s perfect.” said Josh, still astounded by how deep his own voice was.

“So your second wish, have you decided on something?” the genie asked, as though Josh needed any prompting.

“Yep, I wish I was rich.” said Josh.

“Really, such a simple wish.” The genie looked crestfallen.

“Yeah, like, set for life, mansions and manservants level.” Josh said smiling. “My Dad’s worked so hard for me and he really should get something back, he deserves it.”

“Of course.” His fingers snapped once more and he vanished, so Josh went to sleep. He was exhausted from the eventful day so it took no time at all, despite his intense anticipation of the day ahead.

Josh’s eyes opened to an unfamiliar sight. His usual view of his bedroom ceiling was obscured by the vast spread of material from an extravagant canopy bed.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Came a voice from somewhere in his room.

Josh sat up abruptly, and instinctively pulled the thin sheet he was under to cover himself, as he found he was naked. Spotting the source of the voice, however, he found modesty wasn’t really an issue.

Standing near the foot of his bed was an obscenely muscular man in his mid twenties, the guy looked like he’d been a gym junkie since he was in diapers. His pecs were especially enormous and the deep striations in the slabs of muscle were enough to get Josh’s monster cock standing at attention. All he wore was a pair of black briefs which showed off a rather impressive bulge between his legs, and arm cuffs and a collar, like strippers wore. the tiny collar only served to accentuate the incredible chest.

The man’s eyes spotted Josh’s hard on through the sheets, which was no great feat considering the whole bed looked tented by it.

“Oh, Master, allow me.” he said as though this was a regular occurrence.

He climbed onto Josh’s bed and pulled back the sheets, revealing Josh’s massive, throbbing cock. Josh was speechless as the manservant wrapped his strong hands around the long shaft of his cock and started to expertly massage every inch. Even the hands of someone so huge couldn’t quite wrap all the way around Josh’s impressive girth. He wrapped his mouth over the head of Josh’s cock and began to work the large, spongy mushroom of flesh with his lips in ways that Josh wouldn’t have thought possible. As the man adjusted his posture to allow the cock deeper into his mouth and throat, his chest tensed up and Josh felt his cock pressed into the crevasse of the massive pecs.

The manservant undulated and thrusted and Josh nearly fainted in pleasure as every inch of his newly elongated schlong was being massaged by lips, tongue, hands and pecs. As the massive pecs worked his shaft, Josh felt pressure in his swollen balls, pressed hard against the hefty abs of his new manservant. Cum rocketed out of his dick and every drop found its way down the throat of the man. Josh leaned back, supported by his beautifully sculpted arms. His heart beat fiercely beneath his own substantial chest as sweat dripped in steady streams over his pecs, dripping off his large nipples onto his eight pack where it vanished into the deeply cleaved paths between them. The manservant climbed off the bed, a substantial club-like bulge evident in his tight briefs. He gave a short bow and without saying anything he left the room.

Josh just sat there, breathing deeply, staring at his still hard cock and watching it pulse from the blood pumping through it. Eventually he managed to lift himself from the bed and decided to go in search of the bathroom. Wandering the halls, unashamedly naked with his mostly soft dick hanging well over halfway to his knees, he found that his entire house had been replaced with what seemed to be a mansion. Looking out a window he saw a massive grassy lawn and silver gates across a broad driveway in the distance, putting his block at roughly the size of the entire housing area he had lived in before. He wandered around some more and found several more scantily clad butlers and servants, all of which looked as though they’d been hired straight off the stage of a Mr. Universe competition. His mother had died as a kid, and his father had never dated anyone else, but apparently being obscenely rich had helped him come out of the closet when hiring the help, unless of course it had been Josh himself who hand-picked all these studs. He eventually approached one of them who, despite being head and shoulders shorter than him, was about three times as wide as him.

“Hey, man.” he started, trying to play it cool but failing to keep his eyes off the deep striations in the muscles of the man’s neck and shoulders. “Where’s the bathroom again?” he asked, considering inviting the guy to join him in the shower.

“The main bathroom is on the third floor.” said the butler, smiling to himself. “But the one down this hallway and on the left has way better water pressure.” he added quietly with a quick wink.

“Thanks.” said Josh cheerily, slapping him on the back appreciatively as he headed off in the direction of the bathroom.

Reaching the bathroom he found it was an elaborate room full of marble bench tops and black and white tiles. The shower was giant and turning the jets on, Josh found the hot water blasted from almost all angles in the glass dome. The heat felt fantastic against his skin and the water seemed to pierce deep into the cuts between his muscles. His newfound strength was still unfamiliar to him and he took particular joy in flexing his biceps just to watch the water caress them.

Eventually he got around to actually washing. He found great pleasure rubbing every contour of his own incredible body. He lathered soap all over his beautiful pecs and felt a new sensitivity in is nipples that warranted several minutes of stimulation. The bubbles rolling down his torso clung briefly to his eight pack before sliding down his dick, which was so long that few made it to the end before bursting. He soaped up his large, round bubble butt and explored his own ass with a few fingers, teasing his own asshole. He would have gone further if not for the pec job he’d had just minutes before.

Towelling off on the cold tiles, Josh realised he hadn’t brought any clothes with him. He wandered back through the halls and was lucky to find his own room. He opened his wardrobe an pulled on the expensive looking clothes he found within, black pants that clung skin-tight and showed off his muscular quads perfectly and a white shirt that he let hang a few buttons open so his chest was almost completely exposed.

School was a completely new experience for Josh, and he wasn’t sure if it was due to the money, the muscle or a combination of both. People didn’t look down on him anymore, in fact, there was awe in their eyes when they looked at him, and on more than a few occasions, lust. The morning was a non-event, save for a somewhat awkward encounter with Marc in which both avoided mentioning the night before for fear of embarrassing the other. At lunchtime they sat together in the courtyard by the pool, still not saying much. Josh used the time to look up his own new history on his phone, which was substantially better than it had been before, now the latest model and taking significantly less time to load anything. He found out that his father had hit something of a streak of good luck. Around the time Josh was born he had won the lottery and got several million dollars, which he invested heavily until his investments had paid off so extremely that their family was now among the richest in the country. Taking a look at his own net worth, Josh realised he never actually needed to work in his life. (Nor did his grandchildren.) He also found that his father was now a globetrotting philanthropist who was currently off in Africa “ending hunger.”

“Hey, Marc.” Josh finally said, breaking the tense silence. “If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?”

Marc raised his eyebrow, Josh suddenly realises what a cliché the question was but stared him down nonetheless.

“Ok, well obviously I’d want to be about as rich as you are. Being set for life would be sweet.”

“Of course.”

“I dunno, I think I’d want some sort of cool power.” he kept thinking. “I’d want to be able to change how people look.”

“Really? Why?”

“Can’t you imagine how great it’d be, you could make yourself like the best looking person on Earth, proper bodybuilder size with no effort. You could be like some sort of karmic power, make the unpopular people suddenly irresistible and make assholes gain a few hundred kilos. Not to mention, nobody would ever call your dick small again. Can you imagine an orgasm from a dick as big as your entire body?” He trailed off as he saw the grin on Josh’s face, mistaking it for mockery, and blushed a deep red. “ I didn’t…”

“No, no, go on.” Josh said, trying to make it clear he wasn’t being an ass.

“Ok then, I’d probably feel bad with those wishes and do something douchey like wishing for world peace for the last one. Why do you ask?”

“Ah, nothing, just something I’ve been thinking about recently.”

“So how are the party preparations going?” asked Marc.

“Party? What?” Josh replied, taken aback.

“Yeah.” said Marc, looking confused. “Party of the century? Your birthday? Tomorrow night? Come on man you literally invited the entire school, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Oh, right, that.” said Josh, not at all convincingly. “Yeah I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The rest of the day was more of the same until gym class came and Josh found himself once again in the familiar locker room where his first wish had taken effect the day before. As he stripped he once again found the eyes of every other guy watching him. When he got to the point that all he was wearing was a pair of briefs, it was evident to everyone that he was loving the attention, as his half mast cock was obviously bulging in an obscene manner, threatening to do harm to the thinly stretched material. Josh pulled the waistband forwards, and all the onlookers’ eyes nearly bulged out of their heads trying to look more closely. His thick dick, now free from the restraint of the underwear, swung quickly upward and slammed against his eight pack abs with a loud slapping noise that echoed around the silent locker room, before swinging back downwards to stand out proudly, extending a foot or more in from of Josh.

He quickly surveyed all of the mostly naked bodies around him, looking for someone new to satisfy him today. His eyes fell on a guy he didn’t recognise whose class was joining them in the pool today. He was tall, well over six feet, with bright green eyes, a gorgeous square jawline and brown, tousled hair. For a person of his age he was also incredibly well developed. He stood nearly as wide as he was tall. His incredibly broad back was capped by two incredibly large, round shoulders, easily as large as his head. His brawny arms framed the triangular shape of his lats which lead down to his tapered waist, where there sat an Adonis’ belt so defined it looked like it could be used as handles to hold onto the guy. His diamond quads led down to round, swollen calves that looked as though they belonged to an Olympic sprinter.

Josh’s finely trained eyes knew that such musculature would be nearly impossible on someone of his age and he spotted evidence of large, swollen nipples atop the monstrous mounds the guy would’ve called pecs, though the term was hardly enough to describe the muscles, it didn’t do them enough glory. Josh knew the guy must’ve been on roids trying to bulk up for whichever sport he played, but that only made him more attractive, this guy appreciated muscle as much as him.

“Come here.” he said, beckoning the boy with an outstretched finger. He looked stunned and wandered forwards, and Josh had to suppress the urge to cum just watching the muscles on him flex and extend as he walked. He had already managed to get into his swimwear before Josh had stripped and Josh saw a noticeable bulge in the crotch region in front of him. Josh slipped one finger into the speedo and pulled, snapping the garment clean off. A cock that looked like a large salami swung outwards along with his regrettably small balls.

“Turn around.” Said Josh smiling. The boy turned around to show off a huge muscular bubble butt, each cheek of which also seemed larger than his head, and bent over with his chest against the bench provided in the locker room. Josh placed his hand on the massive cheeks and parted them to find a tight, cleanly waxed hole that looked otherwise untouched.

Josh pushed the head of his cock against the hole softly and the steady stream of pre now leaking from it quickly lubricated the whole area. Pushing his hips forward forcefully his cock entered the guys ass. He released his grip on the cheeks and felt the tight muscles contract forcefully against his dick’s shaft. The guy howled in excruciating ecstasy as inch after inch of cock slid into him. Josh began to fuck aggressively, pumping his monstrous tool into the tight shaft of ass in front of him. He reached forwards, lifting the guy up to a sharper angle. He grasped the large bitch tits in his fingers, his palms cupping the amazing pectoral muscles and he massaged as he fucked the guy repeatedly. The howls became even more excited at this act, and Josh grinned widely.

He suddenly felt that the guys in the room, most of whom were furiously masturbating, had taken a leaf from his book, as hand from behind him had begun to caress his own oversized chest. However, his nipples had no trace of fat around them, they were simply incredibly large. He looked down, noticing that his nipples were nearly as large as the palms of the hands worshipping them. His eyes were caught by his own magnificent body, and that, combined with the incredible pleasure of the strong muscular ass contracted around his dick caused him to blow an enormous load, deep within his paramour. As the limp form of the roided up stud slid from his dick, he remembered he had a party to organise. One which he could make infinitely more interesting and… fun… with his next wish.

Josh sat in his room, holding the genie’s bottle. He contemplated exactly what he should wish for, considering what Marc had said. He could simply wish for his party to be the best in history, but there was something so tempting about the idea of making other guys grow. He finally decided to rub the bottle.

“Cutting it a bit close aren’t you?” asked the genie as he materialised. “Only a minute until midnight, very nearly missed your wish for the day.”

“Yeah, just having trouble deciding what to wish for.” Josh said.

“Running out of ideas so soon?”

“Hardly, more like too many ideas.” laughed Josh.

“Well, you’d better hurry, only 10 seconds left, or you’ll be down one wish.”

Josh thought quickly, weighing his options, but in the end, his dick won out over his brain.

“I wish I could make other guys grow.”

The genie smiled, and there was a part of Josh that didn’t like the way he was smiling, it seemed… sinister.

“Done.” he said.

“So I can just think about making a person grow and it’ll happen how I picture it?” asked Josh.

“I’m sorry.” said the genie, but his smile made it seem a little insincere. “But you didn’t wish for that, and it was my understanding that I get to decide how wishes happen.”

“What?” asked Josh. “Then how does it work?”

“You’ll have to find out tomorrow.”

And with that, the genie’s muscular form dissipated into smoke and he returned to the bottle.

Josh awoke the next day to find that he had slept well into the afternoon.

“Master Hartley,” came a voice from the foot of the bed, “if you don’t get up now, you won’t be ready in time for the party.”

Josh sat up quickly, realising how late it was, and quickly climbed out of his bed realising that he was once again, naked.

The voice belonged to the same butler as the day before, who smiled and turned to leave saying, “I’ll leave you to get ready on your own.”

Remembering his wish, Josh quickly focused his mind on the butler’s tight body before him. He pictured clearly in his mind the butler’s tight ass expanding before him, the already huge muscles becoming bigger than his tiny underwear could handle.

Nothing happened.

“Grow.” thought Josh. “Come on, get bigger.”

Still nothing happened. Josh gave the genie’s bottle an experimental rub to see if he could question him, but to no avail. He eventually gave in and went to wash up.

After cleaning his own incredible body, Josh put on the clothes that had been left out for him, first came a small red speedo, which barely stretched over his cock. Looking in the floor to ceiling bathroom mirror, Josh saw that it closely resembled a g-string, and had to quickly look away from his own incredible ass cheeks, lest a boner rip the thin material to shreds.

He crammed his massive diamond quads through the leg holes of some Hawaiian patterned board shorts that had also been left and began to admire himself again. He was struck by how similar he looked to the fitness models who competed in similar attire, though he was definitely larger. He threw his reflection a flex, watching his huge pecs swell with ease, the enormous nipples curling underneath due to the sheer volume of muscle.

He was quickly reminded not to get turned on as his swelling dick slid free of the speedo, causing it so slap back onto his balls somewhat painfully.

Heading downstairs, after adjusting his package of course, Josh found a trail of balloons, ribbons and party decorations which led him onto a huge ballroom. The room was magnificent, the roof was filled with black and white balloons, and the walls were mirrors from floor to the bottom of the second storey balconies. Long tables were covered in all sorts of party food and the end of the room was entirely open, leading out to a huge, glittering pool.

At the centre of the ballroom stood what looked like an incredible fountain, from which poured shimmering, dark pink fruit punch. Josh was drawn to the structure and walked over to it. While admiring the vast streams of punch pouring from the fountain into a large glass dish, Josh felt a tingling in his crotch. The tingle grew into an itch, and after a matter of seconds felt like a fire, burning up and down his cock.

Josh quickly whipped his dick out, and it quickly extended to its full footlong state, but underneath it, his ballsack was actually filling up as he watched. It swelled full of cum, causing Josh’s jaw to drop as his sack reached the size of a basketball, and then all of a sudden the fire that Josh felt turned into ecstasy and he watched in awe as his balls contracted against his crotch and an enormous cumshot fired itself out of his dick, flying through the air and splashing gloriously into the punch bowl.

“Shit!” said Josh, quickly stuffing his well endowed self back into his clothes and looking around, trying to think what to do.

“Master Hartley the guests are arriving,” came the butler’s voice, “I recommend you come greet them.”

“Shit.” said Josh under his breath once again, but he followed the butler to the mansion’s incredible lobby.

Spilling into the lobby was every single guy Josh had ever seen at his school, all in varying swimwear, and, luckily for Josh, all following the instruction of the mocked up signs in the lobby which read “Shoes, Shirt, No Service.”

Josh greeted various guys that he recognised, including the entire swim team that seemed to be travelling as a pack, and eventually met up with Marc who boldly wore nothing except his own school speedo.

“Hey, happy birthday.” said Marc, handing him a small bottle with a ribbon around the neck.

“Thanks.” said Josh, looking at the clear liquid inside.

“It’s oil,” said Marc, answering the unasked question, “for your… muscles…” His voice trailed off and he began to look at his feet. (Or perhaps to check that his throbbing erection wasn’t visible through his speedo, but every detail of it was clearly outlined.)

“Oh, awesome.” replied Josh. “I’ve always wanted to try this stuff.” Which was sort of true, however he hadn’t ever expected to be big enough to use it.

Marc and Josh’s conversation had brought them back to the grand ballroom, which was now filled with barely clothed, muscular bodies grinding up against each other. Thankfully Josh saw that the room was pretty much empty in the vicinity of the punch bowl. However his attention towards the refreshments seemed to draw Marc’s attention.

“Oh, hey punch!” he said excitedly, rushing over to the bowl before Josh could stop him, and quickly downing a small plastic cup of it. “It tastes strange.”

“Good strange or bad strange?” asked Josh, hesitantly watching for a reaction.

“Definitely good, it’s really sweet, and fruity, but there’s something else that I can’t put my finger on.” he absentmindedly picked up another cup and downed that too. “God, I’m so thirsty all of a sudden.”

Halfway through his third cup of the punch, he suddenly spluttered, as though someone had punched him in the throat. He dropped the cup, and the punch splashed over the ground, and his hands clutched at his throat.

“Are you ok!?” cried Josh, and the whole room’s attention flew to Marc.

Marc nodded, and moved his hands, or more, his hands moved outwards as his neck was rapidly thickening. His whole body began to writhe and swell before Josh’s eyes. His speedo got smaller and smaller as a waist exploded around it, it fought bravely against the enormous muscular bubble butt launching outward from within, but with a sharp crack it flung off like a rubber band and slapped one of the swim team in the face. What emerged was a monster of a dick, as long and thick as Josh’s own forearm, but with a mushroom head like a clenched fist at the end.

Marc’s body was quickly ballooning to match the swollen protrusion which was currently pressed hard into his own face. His pecs appeared around the dick, looking as though they were growing for the express purpose of caressing the thick, veiny member. His average balls were soon nothing of the sort, as they blew up quickly to the size or oranges, then grapefruits, larger and larger, until their sheer weight pulled his hefty cock from his face to point at a 45 degree angle, and his ballsack rested on the floor.

His burly legs looked comical forced outwards by the huge balls, but his arms matched their angle as his new biceps were pushed out just as much by his triangular lats.

Sitting atop the massive mound of muscle was Marc’s head, looking stunned, surrounded by so much muscle that his back muscles were even visible if he tilted his head down even slightly.

Apparently forgetting his audience, he reached his swole arms forwards and, fighting his own musculature, wrapped them around his humongous cock. He pulled it towards his body in some kind of incredible bear hug, and slid his biceps up and down the shaft.

He pulled his mouth against the slit of his dick as he cried out in pleasure, and cum blasted into his mouth, down his throat and over his face, until the orgasm caused him to let go of his cock and shower the crowd in his spunk.

The crowd stood amazed at the growth that had just happened, until one guy ran forward, pushing past Marc’s massive form, and plunged his face into the punch.

This triggered the movement of the crowd, most of which scrambled to drink any of the precious liquid before them, but some just chose to get their hands on some flesh and worship Marc’s 9 foot tall frame.

Josh suddenly realised how his wish must work, and smiled, tearing his swimwear off his rock hard cock with one swift movement, and making his way into the crowd before him.

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