An unassuming househusband accidentally becomes the God-King of the world.
Hunter, a very good-looking blonde thirty-one-year-old househusband, was cleaning his attic while his husband was at work when he came across an old cardboard box left to his husband by his grandfather. He did not know much about the man, but he knew he had left this box to his husband.
Hunter also knew his husband, being a very successful banking lawyer, had not ever bothered to open it, despite his grandfather's wishes that he did upon his death. His husband had told him that his grandfather has said all kinds of crazy things about the contents of the box, about embracing the family's destiny, how it had been passed from male family member to male family member for untold eons, and his husband really did not want to have to deal with all that, already having so much to do at work. Knowing the history of the box, and wanting to take a break from cleaning before he headed off to the gym, Hunter decided to open it. Inside he found an ornate wooden box, and upon opening that, an old brass oil lamp, that looked like over the years had only gotten a few rubs of polish.
"Huh," he thought, "and I wanted to take a break from cleaning." With that he squirted some brass cleaner on to his old rag and started to polish the lamp.
As soon as he did there was a loud boom and before him, in the spacious attic, stood a beautiful woman of middle eastern descent wearing nothing but a skimpy outfit and a pointy shoes. Her eyes glowed and lightening raced along his skin. The woman turned to Hunter and proclaimed, "I am the Jinn of the lamp. Master Thompson" Looking down he corrected himself, "Master Whitman. Anyway, what are your wishes?"
A little taken aback Hunter, not knowing what else to say said, "What?"
Seeing he was waiting for an answer the Jinn said, "I am the Jinn of the lamp. What are your three wishes my… Master Whitman?" It was clearly the first time the Jinn had had a Master who wasn't a Thompson.
Hunter, having regained a little of his composure, replied, "I don't quite know what you mean. Wishes?"
It was now the Jinn's turn to be surprised, "Yes, you know, three wishes, the 'genie,' by Allah I hate that term, of the lamp? Surly, you've heard of this? You rub the lamp, I show up and grant you three wish, yada-yada-yada."
Hunter, still wondering why this woman was in his attic wearing nothing but a see through cloth, simply shook his head and said, "No, not really." Seeing the Jinn was a little hurt by this he quickly continued, "but I've not heard of a lot of stuff. I don't get out much. How does this normally work?
The Jinn rolled her eyes at that. "Normally? Well, normally people wish for something, then realize they don't really want it and wish to have the first wish taken back, and then they wish for something else they don't want, but at that point they've used their wishes and I stop caring.
"OR…" she continued, "they draw up this elaborate contract about all this stuff and try to get the most out of each wish, but end up not getting what they want, or the contract gets write on by someone else. Heck, I had this one fellow that never made anyway wishes just kept thinking about it and changing his mind until he died."
"Oh," said Hunter, "that sounds awful dull." The Jinn nodded her agreement. "Well," Hunter continued, "I have to go to the gym soon. Can I just make all three wishes at the same time to save some time?"
The Jinn looked taken aback. "All three at the same time? Like, you just tell me three things you want and I grant them?"
"If that's alright?" said Hunter, still a little lost about what was happening.
"Uh, sure." Said the Jinn "It's highly unorthodox, but I don't see why not."
Hunter, knowing he did really have to get to the gym soon to meet his friend Brian, was relieved. "Well, let's see…. I've always wanted people to be more giving… And people are always telling me I should not be so passive, so I guess I should be more dominant… And, oh, I don't know. What would you wish for?"
The Jinn got a faraway look in her glowing eyes. "I would wish to be free of the lamp and be with the other Jinni."
"Oh," said Hunter a little misty eyed, I've never had much family myself, but I'd love to help you with yours. Ok, that can be my third wish."
The Jinn did not know what to say at that simple statement. "What, your third wish is to free me?"
"Yeah," said Hunter looking at his watch.
The Jinn, with tears in his eyes said. "So, your three wishes are: That people give you whatever you want or ask for. That everyone and everything will recognize your dominance over them, and for me to be free?"
"Well, that's not quite what I meant," Said Hunter. But, when he said that the Jinn looked as if he was about to cry.
"Oh, I knew it was too easy. No one ever wishes for me to be free in the end."
"No, no," said Hunter not wanting to see the woman cry, "those three things will be fine. I wish for those three things, just like you said."
The Jinn was elated. "Really? Praise be to Him! For that, I'm not even going to screw you over on your wishes. Heck, I'll make sure those other two wishes are extra potent. I'll use all my power and skill to make them perfect for you!"
With that there was a lot of lightening in the air and Hunter felt his soul tingling with energy. Then the Jinn turned and faced East. As she bowed her head, he was alone again in the room. The only change, besides his tingling soul, was his now golden eyes, which glowed in the dim light of the attic. He looked down at his watch.
"Oh, better hurry, I don't want to be late meeting Brian at the gym," he said as he went downstairs.
Getting in his SUV he started his drive to the gym. The birds were singing and the sun was shining. It really is a pleasant day, he thought. Unexpectedly, he seemed to hit all of the green lights on the way to the gym and got there in record time. It was almost as if all of the traffic simply got out of the way for him.
He got to the gym, happy to see that a parking spot right next to the front had just opened up for him. Getting out he hurried to the entrance rummaging around in his equipment bag for his gym pass. When he entered, he realized, in his rush, he must have forgotten it. His glowing golden eyes fixed themselves at the man on duty.
"I forgot my pass," he said a little pleadingly, "would it be alright if I went inside anyway."
The man looked at his a little stunned. Then said, "Yes… Yes of course. Please."
He flashed him a smile, thinking how good it was that a little charm still worked in this world. He went inside and started to get changed, realizing he was early. Deciding to meet Brian at the treadmill, he got dressed and went out into the gym. He was upset to see that someone else was already at his favorite machine.
He went over to the man that was using it. As he did he could not help but notice how fit he was. He was taking quick long strides with his powerful legs. He could not help feeling a little jealous watching him as he seemed to effortlessly run faster than he ever could on the same machine. He he approached he seemed to realize his golden eyes were watching him. He slowed and quickly came to a stop, looking at him.
"Oh, are you done? Because I was hoping to use that." Hunter was surprised that he was stopping since he barely looked winded.
He looked into his golden glowing eyes and then said, "Yes, yes, of course you can use it. Please," he said getting off and offering it to her
He smiled up at him. "Oh, good" he said, pleased, and then almost on a whim, "You seemed very majestic there. I'd love to have your strength and stamina."
He looked at him as he said that, his glowing golden eyes burrowing into his being. "You would?" He said, "Uh, ok." And with that he grabbed his shoulders. The light from Hunter's golden eyes evolved around him, and Hunter felt his soul start to tingle more intensely, as if he was drawing something important out of him. Hunter could feel his muscles start to tighten and harden. His physique become more toned and defined. "I really feel just great!" He thought.
Suddenly, the man holding his was breathing hard. Sweat beaded all over his body. He slumped down, enervated.
"Oh," said Hunter, surprised at how fast he seemed to deteriorate, "I guess you were done."
"I'm done," he mumbled and started to lug his body into the men's changing room.
Hunter got on the treadmill machine and decided he might as well start without Brian. As he did he was surprised how easy using the machine felt now. After a bit Brian did show up. Hunter got off the machine to greet him. Brian was younger than Hunter and had red hair and enormous pecs from his years of weight training. Brian was always complaining about the weight of those mammary glands. Looking into Hunter's glowing eyes Brian started to profusely apologize for being late.
"Oh, don't worry." Said Hunter, and Brian looked very relieved.
Brian said "Well, I should go get changed. I have to put on my custom made athletic shirt."
Hunter had been feeling rather odd the whole time he had been using the machine. "You know, I am just not feeling like I am getting much of a workout today. It just is too easy. You wouldn't feel disappointed if I just when home would you?"
"Oh, no not at all." Said Brian quickly. "You should go home if you want to."
"Well, it was good seeing you. Hopefully I will be feeling more up for some exercise in two days. See you then."
Hunter started to leave, and then turned around, looking at Brian's pecs with his glowing gold eyes. "Your pecs, Brian."
Brian looked nerves, "Yes?"
"Oh, never mind." Said Hunter and went back to the changing room.
Hunter got changed and drove home. He decided to try and finish cleaning before his husband came home. He really hated cleaning and wanted to get it done. While he was cleaning he found one of his husband's dirty magazine. Sighing, he idly flipped through it. "I wish I had the strength and masculinity of all of the men in this magazine" he said putting it down. He felt a little tingle in his soul when he said that. "Oh, I better start dinner." Said to himself, and went to the kitchen.
He was still cooking when his husband came home.
As he came in Hunter said jovially, "Look at your poor husband slaving away for your dinner."
His eyes went wide when he said that. "Oh, I am sorry! Let me do that!"
He startled him; he was a little surprised by that response. "If you want to help me, please do," he said, pleased that he was finally offering to help around the house more. "You should clean the house too," he said with a little laugh and a wink of his golden eyes. He turned and looked deeply into them. "Yes. I will do that."
Surprised at that response, he said, "Well, tomorrow, let's eat now."
"Yes," he responded and started to set the table. He hugged him when he did that. It was the little things that remind him how much he loved him. "I wish I had everything going for me that you do, sweetie," he said.
When Hunter said that he could see fear race through his husband's face. You… You do?" He said.
"What's wrong, honey?" He said, "Of course I do."
He looked even more frightened, but then hugged his even harder. He could feel his soul tingling again. This time even more intense than ever before. His husband slumped in his arms. His hard muscles weakened, his breath becoming shallow, his eyes sunken. The reverse was happening to Hunter. He felt more alive than ever before, and smarter too. A single silver spark was now flashing in each of his golden glowing eyes. His husband started to weep in his arms and he comforted him as best he could. "He must have had a rough day at work," he thought.
Hunter was really pleased with the way his husband was acting. He decided to maybe give him a few more orders. Usually so passive, he felt more assertive than he ever had. Soon, they were in their bed and he was orally pleasuring him. He never did that anymore, but now was very open to the idea. Hunter directed him, being more forward than he ever had. He was feeling very frisky and vigorous, much more than he ever had even when he was younger. His husband slaved away under his direction, his tongue and fingers finally bringing him to orgasm. His skin was slick with sweat by the end, but Hunter, if anything, felt energized.
"Well, that was lovely," he said. Then, a little sympathetically, "but you seem tired. Why don't you get some rest?"
"Yes," he said, and almost immediately feel asleep. He looked lovingly down at his husband, and sighed a little. For some reason, right now, he felt he just wasn't enough. He quickly banished those thoughts from his head and went to bed. He was having such odd thoughts. For some reason he felt like he wanted more out of life, something he had never really felt before. He stayed up a little thinking on that, something else he never really did.
He awoke early, as he did every morning, and went down stairs to start making his husband's breakfast. He got to the kitchen, but for some reason he really did not feel like cooking this morning. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Not knowing who it could be at this easily hour, Hunter went to the door. Opening it he saw all, that's right all, the men from his husband's dirty magazine. Their eyes look bloodshot, as if they had taken an all-night plane ride to get here.
"You wanted something from us." The young man in the front said. He reached out to Hunter, who was so surprised he did not even back away. The young man took Hunter by the shoulders, as the golden light from Hunter's eyes engulf him. The model aged in fount of Hunter. The adult model's pecs deflating; his abs disappearing; his skin becoming sickly. Hunter would have backed away in fright at that point, if the embrace did not feel so… Good. He felt years younger. Hunter's pecs inflating; his his body becoming more muscular; his skin becoming radiant; His cock lengthened and biceps ballooned, along with the rest of him. He felt wonderful, better than he had in his whole life. The model, drained, fell to the floor as Hunter looked down in awe at his new self, finally understanding what was happening.
"That was amazing," he said, as the next model stepped in to take the first's place. The second time was ever better, but did not compare to the third, or fourth, or fifth. There were a lot of models in that issue.
Hunter was god-like. Silver sparks now flow in and around his golden glowing eyes. He now stood well over six feet tall. His legs long and muscular. His waist thin, but his abs rock hard. His wide shoulders flowed down into a perfect "V" ending at his perfectly shaped butt. His golden hair felt silky to the touch. Very strong, he felt around his whole body grow adding to his unearthly comeliness. Standing on the lawn naked he felt, and looked, amazing. His clothes had long since shredded under the strain of his perfect, gravity defying pecs. His pajamas had been no match for them as they had strived to break free from their restraints. The rest of his clothing had followed suit, unable to contain what he had become. He radiated strength, dignity, and sex. They were adult magazine models after all. He literally glowed with masculinity. He felt like he could run a hundred miles. Elated, Hunter tried not to see the ugly, decrepit bodies of the models around him. "I will have to think of something to do with them," he thought, going inside. "But I really do look better than all of you ever did, don't I?" He flexed his muscles in several body builder poses. His balance impeccable.
He saw his enervated husband was awake. He was gawking at him, speechless at the inhuman creature of indescribable power and, well, sexiness. He instinctively prostrated himself in front of himself. Chuckling powerfully, he said, "Why don't you make breakfast, honey? I have some phone calls I would like to make."
He called though the open door to the male models on his lawn. "You men might as well come in and help him. Also, there is some cleaning that needs to be done, if you were not going anything else."
Soon, the black stretched limousine he had ordered arrived. The driver was a shirtless hunk, just as he had specified. He got out and opened the door. Hunter walked out, his muscles flexing powerfully with every step. To call him a stud would be an insult. Wearing what he could find, he was still more than breathtaking. The shirtless hunk could not stop staring as he walked by, getting to the door he was opening for him. His long tanned legs disappearing into the limo. Getting a glass of scotch from the fully stocked bar, he called out to him. "Chop chop, let's go to that upscale mall now," he immediately complied.
He would have maxed out his husband's credit card if they had not just given everything to his for free. Walking around the mall he contently had people falling to their knees before him. He had to keep telling people to rise when he walked somewhere. He had started to enlisted the help of several young men he had found, who were all more than happy to follow his around as he bought his new perfect self a new perfect wardrobe. He tried on everything, and just tossed things into his groupies' arms, or on the floor if he did not want it. With his new strength he probably could carry everything himself, but what was the fun in that? Carrying things was his slaves' work. He went through all of the clothing stores. Even other men knew their place, either helping him pick up things or respectfully getting out of his way. Everyone seemed to prostrate themselves the first time they encountered him. By the end he had almost a dozen man slaves helping him carry his clothes, and a handful of women. He was wearing the most form fitting suit in the mall. It accentuated the perfect shape of his muscles and gave everyone an eyeful of his divine cock almost stretching through the fabric. Despite not seeing his body, everything was perfectly proportioned and he had perfect posture. Everything about him screamed sex and worship, the way he walked, the way his golden eyes fell on you, even his voice was undeniably deep and powerful. You knew you would do anything and everything for him, anything to make him just a little happier.
At the end of the day he came back to his home with his entourage loaded down with his new clothing, tech, and shoes, as well as some chocolate he had them pick up while he was at the mall. They could not all fit into his limo, so many had brought their own cars. He selected the most handsome young men to ride with him, and feed him sweets. When he got to his house he realized how small it was, what with his husband, used up adult models, and now a host of other people that had followed him home, it simply must be bigger. He eminently had someone call five independent contractors to start work on a new, more fitting, home for himself. He got on the line with each to make sure there was no confusion. Then he called his neighbors and had politely asked them if they minded his house expanding into their lots. They did not.
It was quite late when Hunter was done with all this, and his husband and his models had made a wonderful dinner for him. They had to spend all day cooking and cleaning, and it was just what he needed after his hard day at the mall. He told them he wanted dinner in bed, and went up with the men he had selected earlier. Despite the late hour and hard day, he felt still very energetic. He had the young men feed him gourmet chocolate as his husband and models came up with the 5 course meal. It was absolutely delicious. He was famished and ate everything himself, enough for almost five people. He could not understand why he was so hungry, having already snacked on chocolates.
"That's ok," he thought, "I will go to the gym tomorrow." When he had devoured his dinner in front of his husband, who he suspected might not have eaten, he had his husband and the models take the dishes away. He instructed them to eat something before going to bed, hoping there was still some food left in the house. It was a little depressing to see them and he resolved to find something else for them to do.
Hunter was in bed with five strong men that were still feeding him his gourmet chocolates. He was feeling pretty horny at this point and he instructed them to pleasure him while they fed him. They messaged every part of her. Their tongues pleasuring him in all of his erotic zones. Late into the night this went, on and on. He used up the five young men quickly and ordered more into his room. Around 5am, after going though about 15 men and having to call more getting on the phone to order some male body builders. But, now he was starting to feel a little tired. He was on what must have been his 20th orgasm, chocolate in his month.
Hunter looked past his massive pecs, down at the huge man that was correctly between his legs, and said. "If I had your strength and stamina too, I'd not feel so tired right now. I'd like that."
His eyes went wide with terror. "but, its 5 in the morning, and you already have so much strength from others."
"I know," Hunter said, looking at him with his sparkling golden glowing eyes expectantly.
The big man slumped in defeat and reached up to Hunter's perfect shoulders. The light from Hunter's sparking eyes engulfed him, and he shrunk before her. Hunter felt wonderful again, and no longer tired at all. The big man, who was now not big at all, slipped onto the floor. Looking at the other huge men in the room, who had been eying each other with fright, Hunter said. "Take him down stairs and have him start breakfast. Wake my husband and his models too. I am really very hungry. I feel like I am eating for and army." The sparks in his glowing eyes flashed, and they turned to leave. "You two stay," he said, and opened his legs. The smell of his precum was ridiculously enticing, and one of them men leaned down to pleasure him, while the other fed him even more chocolates. He knew he was running out. He had gotten all the mall had, and hoped they would have more in today.
The smell of breakfast was mouthwatering as he came downstairs, walking powerfully on his muscular legs. He had had his male servants give him a sponge bath and had put on an absolutely perfect suit that left nothing to the imagination. His pecs the size of watermelons, but he wore them fetchingly on his eight-foot frame. He would now have a new outfit for every day, maybe even two or more for each day.
His husband had cooked all of the eggs and bacon and sausage in the house. There were plates and plates of it, and he intended to eat it all, ordering them to make some pancakes as he did. Butter and syrup and whip-cream was piled on the pancakes as he ate the eggs and bacon. His perfect body just putting everything away. It was so wonderful. Finally, after his 3rd or 4th long stack of pancakes, he felt full, and ready for his meeting this morning.
When the five independent contractors came in he told them what he wanted done with the house. That they would probably have to destroy most of the block to do it. He wanted a much larger pantry and at least 7 ovens, probably more like 10 or 12. They needed to have plenty of closet space as well. He needed a place for his male servants to sleep. He wanted a much bigger bedroom as well. He told them he wanted them to start right away, and to be finished as soon as possible. If they needed more help they had to let him know and he would call some more workers. Looking at his sparking glowing eyes they nodded that they understood. One of them asked him to call 4 more contractors he knew about to get everything done faster, and he did. The men on the other end of the line were very agreeable, and promised they would get everything done for him.
After that, he looked down at his new sapphire incrusted rolex and realized it was time to get to the gym. He waked out of his limo, which was waiting for him, and ordered it to drive to the gym. In the car he looked down at his stomack and realized, while it was still muscular, it had a small layer of fat on it. On him it looked very comely, of course, but he did not want to have any fat on his rock hard abs. "I guess I better work hard at the gym today," he said as he ate the last of the chocolates.
When he got to the gym he climbed out of his limo, his god-like legs being the first thing people saw. He went to the driver and gave him a view of the outline of his 2 foot cock. "I would like you to go get me more chocolates," He said "please call me if you have any trouble doing so."
Again, people prostrated themselves when they saw his incredible form. Instead of telling to rise, as he had before, he just walked on by and walk into the gym. He was starting to expect this behavior for people, and it did seem proper given his current stature. He had to duck a little to enter, with his eight-foot stature. He did not even look at the man on duty as he strode into the gym, which was very full today.
The gym fell silent when he entered it, all eyes turned to him. He again looked down at his tummy, and then looked at the people kneeing on the ground around him. "I know," he said, "you've all already worked out, so I would like your workouts. Please" he said, deciding there was no reason to be impolite about it, "give them to me. Oh, you might as well give me all your workouts, if you could." Everyone looked at each other, as if not knowing what to do, then a cute young man stood.
Daintily, Hunter sat down at one of the benches and crossed his legs. The man approached. He placed his hands on Hunter's wide muscular shoulders and the light from Hunter's eyes surrounded him. Hunter felt the surge of a lifetime of workouts flow into him. It was indescribable, he felt even more awesome than before, if that was possible. The fat on Hunter's stomach vanished. The man, who had been quite toned and fit now looked fat and dumpy, but still rather cute. Hunter looked at the man, with his sparking eyes. "I would like that cuteness too, if you don't mind," he said.
Horror flowed over the woman's face. "But, but, you’re already so handsome!" He said.
"And now I would like to be cute too." Said Hunter coldly as he crossed and uncrossed his long, powerful legs waiting expectantly.
Defeated, the man placer his hands on Hunter's wide shoulders. This feeling was weird, but when the light subsided the woman stopped looking cute, and Hunter, who was already the most attractive creature in the world, looked a little cuter.
"Go wait over there, please." Hunter said to the man coolly.
People had been forming a line as this was happening, and now all of them had their turn to give their lifetime of workouts to Hunter. His stamina and strength became godlike. He also took something else from each of them. Some he took their strength, some their looks. Others, that had flashes of defiance in their eyes, he took their confidence or even intelligence. Of those he picked as menservants or slaves to come home with him.
From all this he grew a few inches in height, and his suit became tight over his expanding biceps and legs. He became stronger and more muscular, but still seductive and tantalizing. He was having such a good time he did not even see Brian come in. When he finally did he stood and walked over to his friend. One cannot put into worlds how he looked. His body radiated heat and sexuality. His skin was flawlessly exquisite. His biceps a mountain of muscle; the muscles on his legs looked like they would never-end. His stomach was now washboard perfect. His butt looked like it was sculpted out of stone by a master artist. His eyes flashed dangerously with hidden will. He stood at eight and half feet tall. A monument to masculinity and regality.
He looked at his friend almost distasteful, past his own massive chest. "Hello, Brian," he said coolly, his voice demanding sovereignty.
Brian was stunned, looking up at his onetime friend, then he fell to his knees, stacking in fear.
"I would like your pecs, now, please." Said Hunter.
Brian looked up, almost like he was about to cry, "But, but, your already so big, and, and wonderful. You are the prefect specimen of a man, and, and, already no one can resist you." Brian blubbered.
"Oh, I know." Said Hunter, "but thank you for saying," he looked expectantly down at his friend. Sighing, Brian rose. Brian had a hard time reaching up to Hunter's high shoulders, but managed as Hunter looked at him with his sparking eyes. As soon as he did Brian's chest, which at one time has seemed so large, disappeared and Hunter's incredibly voluminous one, grew, but it was already so much bigger than Brian's that it only seemed to grow a little. At that point, however, the strain proved too much. His new suit gave way. Gravity seemed to have no sway over his chest. Hunter's perfect orbs were now the each the size of two large melons, but did not look that out of proportion at all on Hunter's divine figure.
Hunter looked at the now out of shape people cowering in the corner, were he had instructed them to wait. He flashed a smile that literally made the people weep from its charm. "Now, I want all of you to work out extra had today. I plan on indulging myself quite a lot, and I need to keep my body fit and god-like. So, it will be up to you to work out for me. Ok?"
They all nodded a little reluctantly but happy to do anything for Hunter. He directed those he had designated his slaves, who he had not taken all of their workouts, to come with him and he ducked his head as he walked out.
Outside, more people seeing his and feel to their knees around her. Traffic stopped at his divinity. He looked down at the limo, which now seemed so small next to his long legs. He could see it was also filled with chocolates, as he had asked. "That will never do. I don't want to get into the cramped thing," he said
He knew with the strength and stamina of the tens of people he now had he could probably run home in record time, but that seemed so bourgeois now. Seeing a mattress shop, an idea came to him.
Soon, he had all people in the street building him a huge litter. He walked around on his stately legs overseeing its production. Then, he had a smaller one built so he could better oversee the construction of his larger one. One king-sized mattress was used for the smaller one, it taking dozens of people to carry his unsuppressed body, and his chocolates, and someone to feed him. Even here on the street he found he really wanted someone to worship between legs his god cock. "Must be all the stress of managing all this," he thought.
The larger litter was becoming a multivehicle production. Several cars would be needed to carry it. At this point he realized it would have been easier, if less kingly, to order a moving van, but he was having so much fun using his new knowledge to build this one. He had borrowed someone's cell phone and was constantly using it at this point. Hunter had people, all on the street, using their iPhones to look up things he wanted as he fanatically called numbers to get things delivered to this street, and to his home. Several masseurs were ordered, and he had his litter bearers take him to the nearest Spa as his larger litter was constructed. "I really need to relax after this hard day of working-out," he thought.
When he got to the Spa he was happy to see that the extra masseurs he had order had already arrive and were preparing the Spa for him. He kicked all the other clients out when he got there. Many of them said that he was already so stunning that he did not need a Spa. He thanked them for their correct observations and set the whole staff to work on himself.
It was outstanding. Strong hands rubbed every inch of his glorious body. Hunter had two handsome men working at his cock at all times while a dozen more masseurs worshipped every inch of his body. His pecs felt so good with all of their hands on it. The rest of his body was not left out, as more men rubbed his feet, powerful legs, diamond hard abs and his gigantic biceps. All while this was happening while he was talking on the cellphone, between his moans of pleasure. He lost track of how many orgasm rippled their way throughout his majestic body. Between all that, two more men would feed him chocolates. He had called three truffle factorys and told them they would now produce exclusively for him. He knew already boxes were being brought to his house.
His limo filled with chocolate was nearly depleted at this point, and he ordered lunch. All of the restaurants in the area had been enlisted to make it. Having just had tens of lifetimes of workouts, he was famished and probably ate enough for a hundred people. All of it expertly prepared, and all of it delicious. He had to put the cell phone down as he devoured plate after plate of wonderful food. Even this he did regally. His dexterous quick hands never spilling any over his prefect body, and new clothes he had gotten.
Lazing in the Spa after finishing his 10th full sized cheese cake, having cleared out two bakeries, he realized that he was getting a little bit of a tummy again. He could feel a little fat on his belly while the men messaged it. "Oh well," He said "I might want to go to a different gym this time."
"No," he thought, picking up his cell phone, "I'll have them come to me."
He ordered Olympic athletes to come to him, but knowing they would take a while to get here, he called all of the fitness exporters in the region. Men and woman, when they arrived, one by one, he had them line up next to his massage table and give their lifetime of hard work and good eating, while he ate truckloads of chocolates and had young men pamper his in every way imaginable. He also took other things he wanted form them, unless he thought they would make good servants, those he left alone.
Everyone else he took something else from as well. More strength, more intelligence, more dominance, always strength, stamina and health. He was a God. His life was becoming a never ending orgasm of bliss as everyone worshiped at the temple that was Hunter.
It was getting harder and harder to get men to touch him. They always seemed to be brought to an instant orgasm when they came in contact with his skin, and he finely had to have his best fluffers and masseurs give him their sex-drive, which only seemed to heighten his enjoyment of everything. He let them keep their skill, of course, but other than the pleasure of serving him, they no longer got any enjoyment out of it, only he did.
He stayed the night in the Spa, as the masseurs worked in shifts. He no longer needed to sleep even if those around him did. If he ever felt in anyway tired, which was happening less and less often, he would just take stamina from one of his nearby servants. He made sure to always be polite about it, even when they insisted he was already perfect, which, of course, he was.
He knew that the construction crews had been working into the night, and he hope they would almost be finished with at least a good part of his palace by now. Hunter ordered his larger litter to him. The litter was like a moving palace. He was ultra-strong and now over nine feet in height, so it took a lot of his servants to lift him on to the litter. He could have lifted himself, but such manual tasks seemed so below him now.
The litter had several liquor stores worth of fine scotches, of only the best years. It had a built in massage table and Jacuzzi, made for him. The bed was positively immense and very soft, and he had his servants lay him on it. He had them bring him his scotch glass after glass as they licked all of his erogenous zones, worshipping his monumental dick, which was now each almost the size of a meter stick. It took almost two dozen men to fully explore each erogenous zone, while 10 men worked in shifts at his gushing cock.
He drank bottle after bottle of only the most expressive liquor as his litter slowly brought him to his still being built palace. Again, whenever he started to feel a little tipsy he would just take someone's tolerance, and instruct them never to drink alcohol again. Whatever sweet he had a craving for was instantly brought to his perfect waiting lips.
Finally, after a few dozen cases of expensive scotch and countless sweets, the slow-moving procession that was his mobile palace made it to his real palace. It was still only half built, but it was livable. It took up 5 blocks and had everything he wanted. A gym for his servants, a massive Spa, a colossal kitchen, a mountainous master bedroom. His closet space was now larger than his old home had been, which was perfect because he had so many new clothes to have his servants put on him.
Chefs from all parts of the word were being flown in to work exclusively for him. He was not sure he needed to eat anymore, but with all of the delicious food they would be trucking in there was no reason to ever find out.
The world was adjusting to its new role of exclusively serving him.
He decided he would walk into his new home, and effortlessly stood. His grandiose body now took 30 strongmen to carry, and not without some effort, but it felt light and agile to him. His legs were mountains of muscle; his pec mighty orbs of joy for anyone to look upon . His skin like molten metal. His perfect full lips looked like they would kiss you and steal your will, when they were not filled with some delectable treat. His hands were so deft and quick you could barely make out their movements. His butt inscrutable. His sparking glowing eyes held power and wisdom unimaginable.
His movements were unearthly, parts of his swayed and writhed in ways that set the primal part of the mind on fire. When he walked people that still had their sex-drive fell on the ground in pleasure so intense it might as well be agony. He was both terrible and wonderful to behold.
Hunter stepped out of the palace litter. His body radiated power, and the very sun seemed to shrink at his presence. It's glow not as intense as his golden eyes. He was pleased to see that at least several hundred of the Olympic athletes had arrived, in addition to most of the supermodels. His subjects all fell to the ground when they saw him. Some crying out in fear, others in pleasure. He saw his husband in the crowd. "I will have to order him to a mine or something," he thought as he walked into his new home. The 30 foot doors opening to admit him. He saw before him a 5 story stairway to his throne, which was more like a massive bed. It was made exclusively from precious metals and gems. When he walked in, he seemed to suck the strength out of the room, and next to those priceless gems, which now looked cheap. Next to them he looked even more powerful, more divine. He could smell the mountains of food being prepared for his new kitchens. Effortlessly, he walked up the 5 stores and laid himself down on the silken sheets that adored his bed/throne. He planned not to move again for a long while, seeing the effect his doing so had on everyone. Looking down at his subjects he said, in a voice that would shake the heavens and make angels weep with its melodious resonance:
"I do hope breakfast is ready. Also, if it's not too much trouble, I would like the strength and grace from the supermodels and the strength and skill from the Olympic athletes." Everyone started up at his in awe, dread and admiration, not knowing what he would become, not knowing what he had already become.
"You may begin worshiping your Alpha Master God King Hunter, now," he ordered.
And that is what happened.
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