“I can give you anything you wish for. Just don’t blame me if you weren’t specific enough.” A mystical man shows up to people in despair to offer the desires of their hearts, but he has a tendency to give them more than they wanted. So if a man in a gray suit comes up to you offering to give you anything you want, be careful what you wish for.
Mark Lannar was a stripper, or exotic dancer as he liked to call himself. He’d been doing it for 20 years. His stage name was Big Mark, and it fit him. Every part of him was big. Standing at 6’4’’ and 280 pounds, his muscles bulged under the tight clothes that he preferred to wear, showing off his impressive arms and chest. His pants were tight enough to show off his gigantic ass that he could move in ways that made people crazy.
The problem was, he was getting bigger, and not in the way he wanted. At 38 it was getting hard to maintain his impressive muscles and not sport a bulging gut. Sure there were a ton of guys into that but the real money came from older gents who were looking for youth and definition. The young twinks just didn’t tip well enough and the manager at the club was getting tired of him not pulling in the cash that he used to.
He had made a good living bouncing his ass on stage ever since he was 18 but the money was starting to dry up. The dim lights were no longer enough to conceal that he was getting older. He had started making extra money on the side giving hand jobs but the problem with that was, he wasn’t gay. All of his adult life he’d bounced from girlfriend to girlfriend. What the real number was he couldn’t say but it was definitely over a dozen.
The current one was named Cathy or Carly or something… it really didn’t matter. She was just the last in a long line of women that he’d given his youth to, only now as the money stopped coming in as quickly, he seemed like much less of an attractive prospect on that front as well. If Cindy found out what he was doing on the side to pay the rent, that would really be the last straw.
One night the manager came up to him after close for a frank conversation. “Listen Mark, I think it’s time you looked for another job. What are you still doing hanging around here? This is a young man’s game and I think the clock is running out.”
“Whaddya mean Tom? I’m as big as I ever was!” he said, flexing his impressive bicep.
“That’s the problem, you’re bigger than you ever were,” Tom said patting him on his gut. “Only some of the kids are into you now and to be honest, nobody wants a daddy who gets his money thrown at him on a stage every night. There’s other things you can do.”
“Like what? This is my life. It’s all I know!” Mark slammed his fist against the wall.
“That’s why I’m telling you this now. I’ll give you until the end of the year to figure something out but if you haven’t found something by then, I’ll need to hand your stage time over to a younger guy. We’ve got bills to pay too.” He said walking away.
Mark cashed out his singles for twenties and went out to his car. He’d been able to buy it new with cash 10 years ago. Now it was less of a status symbol. He didn’t drive home. There were a few pit stops to make first. Several older gentlemen needed to be satisfied before he could go to bed or there wouldn’t be money to buy gas tomorrow.
It was well after 2 a.m. before he walked into his apartment. Colleen was still up watching TV, which was unusual for her. At least he thought it was unusual. They’d only known each other for six months and he’d really only been living with her for two.
“You know I did you a big favor letting you move in here,” she said. “Where were you tonight?”
“You know I work late, Babe,” he said.
“Clearly… but not at the club. I called down there an hour ago and they’d already closed for the night. Matter of fact, I’ve been doing that for a couple of weeks now. Turns out they never stay open that late Monday to Thursday and you’ve been rolling in here at 2 or 3 in the morning.” She pressed him further but never liked any explanation that she received.
“Look, this isn’t working out. Either you’re whoring around, or drinking the night away and I’m not really up for either. I want you to sleep out here and figure out some place else to live by the end of the week,” she said, marching off to the bedroom.
Mark watched as Connie slammed the door behind her. “Well, fuck…” he said to himself and wandered back outside. He knew where he could go to sleep on a bed. He walked out to the car and started sending out text messages to old fuck buddies and flings who might still be up.
“Try Tina, she’s usually up for company after that messy breakup she had this summer.”
“That’s right!” Mark said. “I’ll call Ti… wait a minute, who are you?!” he said, swinging around. He jumped and hit his head against the top of his sedan. In his back seat sat a man in a wide-brimmed Stetson. In the dim light from the streetlamps he could see he was wearing a grey three-piece suit and an overcoat but the face was in shadow.
“A friend. Right now probably your only friend who can truly help you.”
“You don’t sound like anyone I know. Now you’ve got five seconds to get out before I snap you in half.” As big as he was, Mark wasn’t afraid of much. “5…4…3…2…1…” The intruder said nothing and the enormous stripper lunged his thick arm back to grab him by the neck but the stranger was too quick. Like a springing cobra a gloved hand seized his wrist in an iron grip and squeezed it like a vice. Mark moaned in pain, he’d never met anyone so strong.
“Isn’t this just your entire life in miniature?” the stranger said. “Your friends offer you a helping hand and you lash out at them. That poor girl up there for instance. She let you stay with her for $300 a month and you come home with jizz spots on your shirt.”
“What does Kate have to do with this?” he whined through the pain.
“It’s Kelly, you idiot! You’ve slept around so much you barely remember her name!” Mark could only writhe in pain under the iron grip of the stranger. “Oh, sorry,” the man said and let him go. “Now if you won’t attack me for the next five minutes I can get back to helping you with your problem. My name’s Jack.”
“Right now, my problem is a pissed off girlfriend,” Mark answered rubbing his throbbing wrist.
“Right now, you don’t have a girlfriend. But forget about her for now, she’s not your problem. You want to live the life you’ve always lived, banging whoever you want with a job that makes strangers gasp at your magnificent physique. So your real problem is time. That belly that you can’t seem to flatten anymore, those hairs that are turning grey, those wrinkles you can’t iron out. But I can help with that.”
“What’re you gonna do? Make me 20 again?” he laughed.
“What’s the point of making you 20 again? You’ll just wind up in the same situation. What you want is a different kind of body. One that changes in different ways. Instead of weaker you can grow stronger, a body that people will pay just to have a glimpse of, one that time cannot touch… provided you do what’s required,” he said pulling out a card and handing it to Mark.
“What do I do with this?” he asked.
“You make a wish,” Jack replied.
“Like I just wish? For whatever I want?”
“For whatever you want,” Jack replied.
“Then I wish for the body you just talked about,” he said and the card burst into flames and filled the car up with smoke. Mark opened the door to clear it as he coughed. “What the fuck was that?!” he shouted, but the stranger was gone. He stood there waiting for something to change but he felt nothing and after fifteen minutes he texted Tina and found himself a bed for the night.
The next few weeks didn’t really go that well for Mark. He was couch surfing and tips were way down. Nothing seemed to be all that different from before, apart from a parking ticket he couldn’t pay. He had begun to wonder if he had hallucinated the entire scenario with Jack when one night after leaving the club he heard a familiar voice.
“What’s the problem Marky? You haven’t changed a bit.”
“Look pal, you had your laugh from that wish gag, now leave me alone,” Mark said with annoyance.
“Odd…” Jack said musingly as he stepped into the light. “You should look much different than you did unless… unless you haven’t been doing what’s required,” Jack said.
“You’ve been fucking guys, right?” Jack said.
“No… why should I do that?” Mark said.
“Ohhh… right… you’re a stripper, not a prostitute… My mistake. If only I had remembered… I would have worked things out differently. I thought guys were fucking you quite regularly. That explains things.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well… it’s just that with your new body…” Jack said with a grin. “Guys have to cum inside of it in order for it to change. Swallowing works, but anal is better. I should have explained but I just figured you’d discover it on your own. I’m kind of a sucker for surprises.”
“Wait… that’s how I get what I want!?” he shouted. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“Hey, Mark! Who you shouting at?” the bouncer said opening the door to the club.
“This guy over here expects me to…” He looked back to where Jack had been standing but he was gone. “I… just some nut…” he said and stomped off to his car.
Several more weeks passed and things had not improved for him. Jack’s words never left his mind though. He was getting desperate for money, which is why after a worse-than-usual night he found himself in the alley behind the club on his knees in front of a customer who’d been propositioning him for months. He had the six crisp twenties tucked in his back pocket as the man’s dick slid in and out of his mouth. His back pocket was tucked in a locker inside the club because the man had only agreed to pay that much if he took off everything but his underwear.
He had practiced being turned on by guys for so long it wasn’t difficult for him to perform, sliding his head back and forth along the shaft like it was his favorite thing in the world. He gyrated his body rhythmically and bounced his pecs, hoping to get a few more bucks out of the guy after they were done. He had the right moves because after two minutes he could taste a mouthful of salty jizz. His first instinct was to spit it out but he forced it down.
The customer was satisfied. “Fuck that was hot! You swallowed my whole load!”
“Yeah, man,” he said, pretending that he enjoyed it. “So fuckin…. gnnnn—” Suddenly his body convulsed and his muscles began to flex on their own. Mark felt his cock go hard and he began to blow not one but three loads into his skimpy underwear. Beads of sweat gathered on his skin as his orgasms sent waves of pleasure through his body and he crumpled onto the ground. The other man pulled his dick into his pants and walked away down the alley, no doubt thinking the big guy was on drugs.
Suddenly a door opened it was another stripper. “Mark! What are you doing out here? You’re on after Kyle!”
“Thanks, Jake…” Mark said, catching his breath. He walked back in, passing Jake who was taking another man out back. He went into the small changing room and looked in the mirror and gasped. He looked better than he had all year. His face looked more refreshed than it had in a long time and his definition looked like he’d been on a several-week cutting spree. He could even see the faint outline of his abs on his muscle gut again.
“And heeeeere’s Big Mark!” He heard from the speakers and he rushed out on stage, forgetting to change his cum soaked briefs. Filled with new confidence he performed the hell out of the song and for the first time in months brought in a good haul of dollars. He was feeling pleased with himself as he went back to the locker room to pull out the sticky bills.
He peeled off his briefs and piled the money in his locker and toweled himself off. “Ummm… congrats man, looks like you’ve been taking better care of yourself lately.” It was his manager.
“Thanks, Tom, I just decided to take what you were saying seriously,” he said without hiding anything. Tom had seen them all changing thousands of times.
“Yeah, well… seeing how you performed tonight… I think we can work out a way to keep you on rotation,” he said, his boner visible through his jeans.
Mark knew what that meant. He had known it was coming. The offer every dancer got when they were in danger of getting tossed. He’d been dreading this moment but after what he’d just done in the alley he figured it wasn’t the worst thing he could do for a buck.
“Oh? You think we can work something out?” he said walking over to Tom until his pecs were practically against his face, his eyes smoldering with manufactured lust. He had no interest in Tom but you didn’t get far in this industry without being a good actor. He really wanted to keep his job but was also curious to see whether the trick would work a second time so he reached over Tom’s shoulder and locked the door.
Tom unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and Mark immediately dropped down on all fours and began to suck on the hard cock, bucking the lower half of his body as if his huge ass were taking an invisible cock. He let out some low groans to make Tom think he was enjoying it and started playing with his own nipple. He knew what Tom liked, they all did. His office was covered in porn. “You like that daddy?” he said in his most submissive voice.
“Fuck yeah…” Tom grunted before shoving his employee’s head back on his shaft. He knew Mark liked girls but he liked the idea that he was breaking this straight boy so much that he let himself believe it. “Worship it…”
Mark let his voice go higher and higher to make Tom think he was close when suddenly he felt two hands shove his head against the cock so firmly he started to choke on it. “Fuckin… take… every… drop…” he said as he blasted his jizz directly down Mark’s throat. As Tom pulled away, Mark felt his entire body flex again as his pecs tightened up even more. His cock shot a load of cum up to his pecs, unencumbered by his belly, which had tucked in another inch. His muscle gut had definite defined abs now and more of his minor muscles became visible. Mark leaned back against a locker, his orgasm was just getting stronger.
Tom had shut his eyes while he blew his load, he wiggled his cock playfully and looked down at Mark. “Damn, Mark, that was… holy fuck…” His employee was panting on the floor, spurting jizz all over himself, load after load, until his cock had run dry and there was nothing left to shoot. He gaped at his body. Mark looked even hotter than he had on stage. The changes were minor enough that he wondered whether his mind was playing tricks on him but you could clearly see a six pack on that rounded gut, which seemed much flatter than he remembered. “Fuck, that’s hot. Glad you enjoyed.”
Tom tossed a towel on the panting Mark and left him in there to clean himself up. He sat there on the floor thinking about what had just happened. Looking in the mirror he saw his abs the way they had been last year, only his pecs seemed slightly larger than before, which was amazing given the thin layer of fat that had begun to build up on them was gone.
“You seemed to enjoy that.” Mark looked up and saw Jack leaning against the wall. “Are you sure you’re straight?”
“I’m a good actor,” Mark replied.
Jack grabbed a ridding crop that someone had been using as a prop earlier and ran it along the cum dripping off his pecs. “Yes, I see… great acting skills there…”
“I can’t help that! It just happened!” Mark shouted.
“I think you’ll find that no one can help what makes them get off.” Jack grinned. “Oh, I think I should warn you this all resets.”
“What?” Mark said gaping back at him.
“Oh yes.” Jack grinned. “If you go 48 hours without someone cumming inside of you, you swell back to the size you were, plus however many pounds and wrinkles you would have accumulated in the interim.”
“But I’m not into…” Mark began to protest.
“Success!?” Jack interrupted. “I said I would give you a body if you what was required. This is required. It’s not a horrible deal. You just need to find someone who wants to unload into that massive ass of yours.”
“Jesus, Mark, do it somewhere else!” Nate, another stripper, shouted as he came in to change and found Mark naked and alone, covered in cum. Jack had seemingly vanished as there was no one else in the room.
Mark toweled off and reached for a clean pair of sexy undies. “Uhhh sorry I just…”
“Ha forget it, I was just kidding, you think I haven’t seen worse in this place?” said Nate. “By the way, saw your performance out there. You’re looking great. Good to see you getting back in the swing of things.” He looked Mark over, he looked like he’d been at a health spa for the last six months. Nate was 23 with the body of an Olympic swimmer looking to make a little extra cash on the side. He’d had a crush on Mark even in his decline. He saw him as a muscle daddy and the fact that he was straight made him even more irresistible to Nate.
“So what did you find to jerk off to in a place like this?” Nate asked getting closer to Mark. He stood at about 5’8’’ so his face could have easily lodged itself between those meaty pecs. He’d wanted to lick those things so badly.
Not wanting to admit what had just happened he pointed at the mirror. “Just checkin’ out my progress man, guess I got a little carried away.”
“Not gonna lie, that’s really fucking hot.” Nate never really hid how he felt about anything. His hand found its way up to Mark’s right pec. “Too bad you play for the wrong team.”
Mark looked at himself in the mirror. After only two loads people were noticing a big difference, he could see it too. What would happen with a third? “I might be willing to switch sides for one night.” He went on, “As long as you don’t tell anyone… aaaaand as long as you’ve got your own place. I don’t think the chick I’m staying with would approve.”
Nate smiled. “My roommate’s asleep and doesn’t care who I bring home.”
“Well, in that case… I think it’s time we had a sleepover,” Mark said patting Nate on the ass.
Nate’s apartment was dark as they walked in the door after 2 a.m. The two made their way to his bedroom. Mark could feel two long arms sliding up his chest and pinning him against the wall as Nate stood on his tip toes to try and plant his lips against his friend’s mouth but Mark wasn’t interested in making out.
“What? No kiss?” Nate said, grinding against the massive body in front of him.
“Actually I was hoping to kiss you a little south of the mouth.” Mark said picking Nate up and putting him on the bed. He unbuttoned Nate’s pants and pulled out his cock and started to go down on it. It was an odd task he had, trying to get a mouthful of cum without actually bothering with sex.
“Heh, slow down tiger, we should get more comfy,” Nate said, pulling off their shirts. Mark could feel him groping his big pecs. He felt hands pulling down his pants and underwear. Soon they were both naked and Mark could feel that small muscular body grinding up against him. His cock was actually hard, hoping for another shot of cum. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first saw you.”
“Let me show you what I want to do,” Mark said working is way down to the cock, and slowly sliding it in and out of his mouth. He went to town on that cock for fifteen minutes but all he got was pre. “How do I get you off, stud?” he asked.
“I don’t usually get off from just a blow job but what’s the rush? We’ve got all night,” Nate said.
But Mark was getting desperate. He needed more jizz. He cut on the light so he could position himself correctly and straddled Nate’s waist with his legs. He’d never bottomed before but it couldn’t be that hard. To Nate’s surprise the giant of a man lowered himself down on his cock and began to ride him like a pole. Mark cringed as he tried to hide the pain of his first penetration. “I… uh… never expected you to be a bottom.”
Nate had always fantasized about getting dommed by his fellow stripper but Mark had moves from twenty years of dancing and it wasn’t long before he felt weak with pleasure. Mark reached behind Nate and pulled his face against that massive body as it went up and down. Nate licked every part of that he could reach before groaning in delight and blowing his load.
Mark instantly felt an explosion of pleasure exploding in his ass as he entered into the most intense orgasm of his life. Nate felt blast after blast of cum on his face and chest and gasped as he watched the big guy on top of him changing before his eyes. His gut shrank to little more than a muffin top as his biceps and pecs appeared to be expanding, or was it just his body fat receding. Mark collapsed on top of Nate, unable to hold himself up any longer.
“Jesus, what’s happening to you?” It took at least five minutes before Mark stopped orgasming and another couple of minutes for him to catch his breath so he could answer. But eventually he told Nate the entire story. “OMG… I can’t believe it but… look at the results…”
Mark had to look at himself in the mirror. Once in the bathroom, he clicked the light on and checked out his progress with Nate’s arms draped around him from behind, his semi-hard cock pressed against Mark’s leg. His face was losing the signs of abuse his lifestyle had etched on it. His pecs looked meatier than they ever had and his veins were bulging on his muscular arms.
“Let’s do it here,” Mark said.
“In front of the mirror!” Mark grunted and shoved his ass into Nate’s crotch. “I want to see it happen!”
“O… K….” Even without all of the strange changes, Nate had never pictured being the giver with Mark. Far from the image of the domineering top that the big guy had portrayed, he was becoming a demanding bottom. Still he had a super-hot bod and the strangeness of the situation was kind of turning Nate on, causing his cock to perk up as Mark bent over the sink.
Nate slid inside him once again and pounded away at his massive colleague, watching those ass cheeks jiggle. This time Mark didn’t need to act. The anticipation of another massive orgasm made him grunt in pleasure, squeezing Nate’s cock with his large bubble butt. He was so incredibly turned on by his new body, feeling up his chest, abs and arms.
Pound after pound, Mark’s reflection was all enrapturing even as he felt an explosion of pleasure up his ass. He fought the urge to close his eyes as the second load of cum shot its way into him, causing his traps and delts to tighten into greater relief than they had since he was in his twenties. The valley between his pecs became shredded with ridges as he flexed those meaty pecs. His six-pack came into full relief as his own cock tried to jizz all over the bathroom but was firing dry after the night’s activities.
“Awww fuck…. More!” The two of them fucked until Nate didn’t have any more loads to blow… and by morning Mark’s face looked like he was 25 again.
Things changed for Mark. After reaching the promised body type, the changes slowed so much that if you weren’t looking for them, it was easy to miss. People at work called him the Cum Dumpster behind his back because he couldn’t go a single day without someone fucking him. But he was big, bigger than ever before as he twirled around on his pole, making the crowds go wild. He never really had to worry about rent again because there was always someone willing to take him home.
He never became fully gay, which made it extremely difficult for him to top. That shattered his dom image, but since his facial features had become smooth and boyish again, his new subby image seemed to fit. The sight of a cock always made him horny and hungry which was just as well but his favorite sex position was one where he could watch himself get fucked in a mirror.
So you see, even when you don’t get what you want the way you wanted it, sometimes things do workout when Jack is involved, if you’re not too picky.
Jaime Diaz was a bit of a butterball. At 5’ 10’’ and 300 pounds he was about as round as he was tall. His moobs sagged over his ample belly and his cheeks were big and puffy. Overall his life wasn’t difficult though. His father was a plastic surgeon who had been an early investor in Microsoft and Apple and the family was set for life. He’d spent the last five years halfway trying to get a two-year degree. It didn’t matter, it’s not like he had to work. Night after night he would go downtown to the same gay club and watch hot guys shake their ass on the dance floor.
Sometimes he could flag them down by buying them drinks but guys pretty much never went beyond that. They liked the free stuff but didn’t want to go out with him. Sometimes the odd chubby chaser would hit him up on Grindr but they never wanted to date or even acknowledge they’d slept with him. It’s not like he didn’t want to be sexy he just had no self-discipline. The idea of going to the gym sounded horrendous to him and denying himself a sweet snack was always out of the question.
This Wednesday night was no exception. He’d actually taken street tacos into the club with him and was eating them at the bar. The bar tender didn’t mind. He was such a regular he could do pretty much what he wanted. But tonight something different was about to happen. Jaime was downing his 7th taco when a ripped man in a black tank top sat down next to him. “Mind if I join you?”
“Uhhhh… no,” was all Jaime could say. The olive-skinned stranger looked to be in his early 20s and had jet black hair that was spiked and stylized perfectly to make it seem like no effort had gone into it at all. He had piercing green eyes and dark eyebrows. He was the most gorgeous man in the club. Jaime looked around to make sure he wasn’t talking to someone else.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” he said with a gaze that made Jaime feel completely naked. “Would you like to go over to one of the booths and chat?” he said with a confident but eager look in his eyes. “Unless of course you’re too preoccupied.” He was pointing to the other five tacos that Jaime had left to go.
“No no, I was just having dinner,” he said, so stupefied by his enchanting visitor, that he forgot his mouth was full. “We can talk.” He got up with a grunt and walked over to the booth. He looked back at the bartender who gave him a wink.
Once they were seated in a more private area the stranger leaned over the table and introduced himself. “The name’s Jack.” An iridescent, emerald colored gemstone hung from his neck on a choker.
“I’m Jaime. Are you new in town? I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Oh… I’ve been around for a looong time,” Jack said with a mischievous smile. “Speaking of time, you spend a lot of it here. You’re here every night and yet you don’t ever dance.”
“Yeah…” Jaime blushed. “Dancing’s just not my thing… but I swear I haven’t seen you before. I… uh… would have noticed someone like you.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at the guys,” Jack continued. “You want to be out there on the floor grinding up against them.” He grinned. “You look at them the same way you look at those tacos, the burrito you had before that, and the hot pockets you ate before you left the house today.” Jack whistled. “Three dinners Jaime… it’s no wonder you’re afraid to get up there. You might have a heart attack.”
“Wait… how do you know about…?”
“I know everything about you Jaime. Including the fact that you fully intend to go home alone tonight just like you do every night after watching people dance for three hours. Eating and eating and hoping something changes. But…” He put his finger up to Jaime’s mouth to keep him from protesting. “Your luck’s about to change.”
“W-what do you mean?” Jack had an intensity about him that Jaime found intimidating. “You want to go home with me?”
“Oh no… much better than that. I’m going to grant you a wish. Any wish you can think of.” He said pulling a card out of his pocket and handing it to Jaime who looked at it. It simply said “Jack the Giver” on it in flowing script.
“I… don’t understand.”
“You simply take the card and make a wish and it comes true. What’s there to understand?”
“Well then, I wish…” Jack shoved his finger against Jaime’s lips again.
“Not for me to come home with you… you can have anything you want… even the body you want. Though you might want to wish for one that you can’t ruin with tacos.” He got up and gave a twirl, shaking his hips to the music. “Think about it carefully. Anything you’ve ever dreamed.” He pulled up his shirt revealing his perfect six pack. “Effortless abs… they could be yours.” He said before walking over to door. The bouncer opened it for him and he was gone.
Jaime sat with the card in his hand, twirling it around his fingers. Here he had thought he was going to have the night of his life and now all he had was a card given to him by some nut job. “What the hell just happened?” he said to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by a group of guys walking by who looked like they lived in the gym. He told himself, “I wish that you could get muscles without doing anything.” And suddenly the card burst into flames and burned away. “Fuck, that hurt!”
The bouncer came over to him. “Hey Jaime, whatcha doin’? You know you can’t set shit on fire in here.”
“I’m so sorry Mark, it was just this card that guy who was just sitting here gave me,” Jaime said. “It just caught on fire.”
“That guy was something else,” the bouncer said. “I thought he was your age when you were talking to him. But when he walked past me to leave, he had to be in his forties at least.”
“Huh? He looked my age to me,” Jaime said. “Look, I think I’m going to go for a walk to clear my head. I’ll be back soon.” The bouncer nodded, thinking that if Jaime wanted to walk he must have been depressed.
Jaime walked out of the club into the cool breeze. That was the strangest experience he’d ever had. A block away there was a park and he took a meandering path to it before sitting down on one of the benches to take a quick break. Walking, like dancing, really wasn’t his thing. Once he sat down, he realized he didn’t feel the same.
“I think you could use some new clothes,” said a voice. He saw a man wearing a three-piece suit, hat, and a dark overcoat sitting on the bench across from him. A wide brimmed hat shadowed his face from the street lights and Jaime couldn’t really make it out. Even though he sounded somewhat familiar, he must have been twice his age. Jaime couldn’t think where he knew him from.
“I got these last month,” Jaime said indignantly. Shopping for new outfits was one of his favorite things.
“They don’t really seem to fit you.”
Jaime looked down and saw that his shirt did seem to sag on him. It was his gut. It wasn’t as big as it had been. “What… the … fuck…” His man-boobs seemed to be sagging less and rounding out. His shoulders perked up as his traps and deltoids gained size. His arms were becoming less puffy and jiggly and more solid feeling.
He stood up and his pants and boxers fell to his feet. He could feel a gap between his thighs for the first time he could remember. Fortunately for his dignity the shirt had been large enough to accommodate his gut so it just drooped down over his skinnier frame and covered his junk. He looked down at his new trimmed body, his pecs were the most prominent bulge on his torso now as every drop of fat disappeared from his frame. He felt his rock-hard abs under his shirt. “Holy fuck…”
“Soo… are you just going to stand there naked in the park?” the man said. He seemed oddly unconcerned about what he had just witnessed.
“No… I uh… well…” He blushed. “I don’t have any clothes that fit.” Jaime said reaching down and grabbed his pants up to his waist.
“I’ve got a spare outfit you can use. They were here when I sat down.” He said pointing down beside him to a crumpled up black tank top and some skinny jeans. Jaime gave the man a curious look. “What’s the matter? It’s not like I offered you candy out of a van or something. You need something to wear, and these seem to fit you. What choice you got if you don’t want to spend the night in jail for public nudity?”
Jaime picked them up and smelled them. They smelled just like the cologne Jack had been wearing. “You didn’t see a guy in his 20’s going by here did you? I think he was wearing these.”
“If you’re asking whether or not there’s another naked man in this park, I’m afraid I haven’t seen one.” the stranger looked up with a smile. His sideburns were tinged with gray but he had deep piercing green eyes.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but you could be his dad,” Jamie said.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but you should probably put some pants on,” the other man said, nodding his head in the direction of a cop standing on the street corner.
“I don’t have any underwear!” Jaime said.
“Well, ain’t life a bitch sometimes,” the man said with a chuckle.
Jaime quickly starting pulling jeans up his legs that he could have never fit in before. When it came time to button, he was amazed that it was his fit bubble butt and thighs that made them a challenge to zip up. Then he pulled off his saggy shirt and slipped on the black tank top. “How do I… look…?” He turned to the stranger but he was gone. Jaime turned this way and that but there was no sign of him anywhere.
Jaime pulled his wallet, phone, and keys out of his old pants and squeezed them into his skinny jeans and headed back over to the club. The bouncer met him at the door. “ID…”
“Heh, Mark, you know me,” he said without thinking.
“Uhhh, no, I don’t but thanks for being a creep kid.” Suddenly it hit Jaime that no one was going to recognize him. Then he wondered if Mark would even take his ID. He was three hundred pounds in that picture. He might think he’d stolen it.
“Well? You got an ID or not kid?” he said, getting annoyed.
“Yeah… yeah… it’s right here,” he said, sluggishly handing it over to the bouncer.
He looked at it for two seconds and then stamped Jaime’s hand. Inside Jaime glanced at his ID and saw that his driver’s license picture had changed too. He looked pretty hot in it. He’d taken all of two steps when someone came up to him with a “Well, hey there”
Jaime began to have a terrific night. Guys were coming up to him and buying him drinks. He still didn’t know how to dance but since guys were grinding all over him on the dance floor it didn’t matter. It was well after midnight before he took a break, part of the benefit of not having to stop every few minutes to catch his breath.
He’d barely sat down before this really cute blond approached him. “Hey, haven’t seen you here before. I’m Kyle!”
“Oh… I’ve been… around…” Jaime said. He’d watched Kyle shake his ass so many nights but had never gotten so much as a look from him before. His toned body always fit so well in the tight clothes he wore.
“Oh? Well, my friends just left me here all alone and I was wondering if you’d like to hang out,” Kyle said. He was clearly lying. His friends were standing twenty feet away staring at the two of them but Jaime didn’t care. This was a dream come true for him.
The two of them talked for about thirty minutes before Kyle dragged Jaime out on the floor again. Kyle’s hands explored all over Jaime’s tight body. In his hair, under his tank, and in his pants. Jaime could feel his dance partner’s fingers squeezing his pert ass as they made out. The two of them were very drunk by this point which would explain why Kyle didn’t notice the fact that each time he groped Jaime’s pecs, they felt a little larger than the last time.
It took Jaime a while before he looked down and realized his pecs were twice as big as they had been before he started dancing and that his nipples were poking out from the sides. A handful of onlookers, however, had been paying attention for about five minutes. As his traps and pecs bulked, his tank was riding higher and higher until the bottom row of his six pack was exposed. His ass and thighs were starting to get really uncomfortable in his skinny jeans. His lats were bulging out, pushing his arms away and it looked like someone was inflating a football in his biceps.
Kyle felt Jaime stop dancing and opened his eyes in shock as his partner’s tank top was riding up to his second row of abs. “Dude what’s happening to you!?” he said, backing away as the button popped on Jaime’s skinny jeans. They were too tight for him to walk in and his package was killing him. Soon he could hear them ripping at the seams in his ass and down his legs as the rolling hills of definition on his thighs tore their way through the denim.
His pecs, delts, and traps had grown so much that his tank top looked like more of a sports bra on him. His 11’’ cock popped out of his disintegrating jeans prompting quite a few gasps from the crowd. The denim fell completely away from his massive bubble butt allowing his goose egg sized nuts to dangle freely. As he stepped back from Kyle every shred of his pants fell away prompting him to try in vain to cover his cock with his hands but it was far too large for that.
The music stopped and his pecs continued to surge out with new growth, becoming so large that they broke through the tank top leaving him completely naked. He was over 300 pounds once again but in an entirely different situation. Bouncers ran up, hearing that a guy was naked on the dance floor. but they weren’t prepared to see Jaime’s bi’s and traps fighting for more room on his arms, or his ass swelling up like a beach ball, or a cock that was getting hard and starting to poke into his nipples.
His legs were swelling up to the size of pine trunks and it was getting hard to walk. He slipped on a spilled drink and landed on his back, his fall cushioned by the growing layers of muscles. Forty eyes were staring down at him as he struggled to get back up but his muscles were getting too big to move. Suddenly he saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was the man from the park.
He moved people aside and knelt down beside Jaime, putting a gloved hand on his beach ball sized pecs as his arms were swelling so much they forced themselves out from his body. His face came within 6 inches of Jaime’s own and he whispered, “Now you know why muscles are only supposed to grow when you use them.” Then he got up and walked away.
“No! Come back! Help me!” Jaime shouted but he continued to swell there on that dance floor in front of everyone until all he could move was his fingers and toes and a steady trickle of pre-cum was drooling down his chest in front of everybody.
Three hours later in a hospital across town two people in their fifties were standing outside of an emergency room talking to a doctor. “What caused this? I didn’t learn anything about a condition like this in medical school.” It was Jaime’s father.
“Theoretically this should be impossible. He’s over five hundred pounds. That’s at least two hundred more than you said he weighed this morning. You should see his x-rays. At this rate if doesn’t stop growing, the strain on his body is going to be too much… he could… burst…” The two followed the doctor down the hall.
Jaime laid in his bed staring at the ceiling, every rock-hard sinew was showing through his tightened skin. He had to force the air in and out of his lungs as his pecs put more and more pressure on his rib cage.
“Boy, Jaime… what a bind… have they made you comfortable?” He swiveled his eyes, one of the few parts of his body he could move. It was Jack.
“Why’d you do this to me?”
Jack leaned over the massive patient. “It’s what you wished for. You wanted to get muscles without doing anything! You never mentioned how they would stop growing.”
Jaime groaned. His skin felt so tight, every ounce of muscle was pushing against it. Every minor muscle was shown in stark relief against it. Every fiber was visible. “Help me… if it doesn’t stop…”
“Pop… I know, that’s why I’m here.” He smiled. “I’d never abandon a careless client in their time of need.”
“I want to be smaller, like I was earlier tonight.”
“Ah… you want that perfect body back again. There’s just one thing…” He paused. “You’ve already used your one free wish. In order to give you what you want, you’d have to make another one.”
Jaime started to whimper. “Now, now… your predicament isn’t insurmountable.” Jack said in a soothing voice. “You just need to give me something equivalent to what I give you. You know… like your life.”
“My life?” Jaime asked timidly.
“Well… not the entire thing. Just until I can get back to where I belong.” Jaime felt his bones starting to crack. “What you say?” His skin felt like it was beginning to rip. “Going once…” His traps started crushing against the sides of his head. “Going twice…”
Jaime’s parents were walking back from the viewing area where his x-rays had been when they saw a tremendous flash and bang blow back the curtains of their son’s room. Running up to the door, they pulled back the curtain and saw their son, sitting in the bed, a sheet was covering his 9-inch soft cock as he looked over his perfect sports model like body.
“What the hell happened!?” the nurses shouted running in.
“I… I don’t know…” his father said. He walked over to his son. “Are you all right Jaime?”
Jaime looked up. “I guess so. I think I just got a job…”
A beautiful morning dawned on Riverside Park in New York City as Jack strolled down the water front with three other men. “I don’t understand what we’re looking for,” one of them said.
“Of course you don’t,” Jack said with a sigh. “If you had to comprehend anything I did in order to get something done, you’d never get your pant legs over your feet. Fortunately I don’t need you to understand.” He pulled out a handful of pictures from his coat pocket. “Every day for the past week this boy jogs down the parkway. I want you to follow him and see where he goes.”
“Wait a minute…”, one of them said pointing to the picture of a man with shoulder length hair. “We can’t…”
Jack interrupted. “Not him… this one… the boy he’s with. Follow him home and tell me where he goes.” Jack straightened his tie. “And don’t be careless. You don’t want to know what happens if Xavier learns what you’re up to.” Handing the men the picture he walked away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got places to be.”
Chad gripped Blake by his trim waist as he pounded those rounded ass cheeks. “You like that stud?” he said into his ear.
The jacked bottom groaned and ran his hand down Chad’s side. “Oh yeah babe…” he grunted back.
Chad’s massive cock drilled away at his partner’s ass. It would soon be time for Blake to cum. His body was massive, with every inch of him bulging with muscle that flexed and bounced as he bobbed grunted with the rhythm of the other’s cock. Sweat was dripping down the deep cleavage between his pecs. He had done this hundreds of times, he needed to make sure his body was positioned perfectly before he blew his load.
Chad’s fingers were moving their way through the dimples and creases of his back muscles, occasionally giving his massive biceps a squeeze. Blake’s thighs were bulging from the action of thrusting himself up against that massive cock. He closed his eyes, pointed his chin up, thrust his head into the other’s neck and shouted and covered his own pecs with his jizz.
“Cut!” the director shouted as Blake panted against Chad’s chest. The two relaxed as the film crew went over the footage. “I dunno… we got his cock in there… I keep telling you to shoot it so that it makes his cock look normal.”
The cameraman shot back, “Why can’t you just get a cock extender on it?”
“Because how do you get a cum shot with a fake cock blocking the jizz? Hopefully we got enough footage to patch things up in editing,” the director shouted indelicately, causing Blake to blush. He hated when people mentioned his… deficits. You see, while Blake had a massive, perfect physique and a face that could have made him a movie star, his cock was about four inches long fully hard.
With acting skills as impressive as his member, porn was the only thing that he knew how to do to pay the bills, though his deficiency meant he had to peddle his ass at a discount. His relatively cheap price meant he got a lot of work though. Many directors could cut the film in such a way that actually hid how small Blake really was, focusing primarily on his perky bubble butt, broad pecs, and insanely handsome face.
His fellow actor was losing his sex flush as he toweled himself off but Blake was still bright red as he listened to the conversations of the director and producer as they spoke in the corner. They were talking about him and they didn’t give a damn if they were overheard. “Yeah, Tom, I know he’s got the best bod for the price but I’m getting tired of cutting great material because that tiny cock’s in the shot. We end up cutting so much I start to wonder what the point is. Maybe we could just shell out the money for someone with the complete package.”
Blake hated this part of things. There was no place to go while they talked about this stuff. He had to stay so they could get the odd shots that could be spliced in later during editing. “All right, Blake! Grab a cock extender for the next few shots.” The director tossed him a strap on cock and it was back to work.
It was 8 p.m. before they were done and Blake could go to his own room in the hotel. He was looking forward to having dinner brought up to him but as he walked into his room and heard, “All right now, give him your best show.” Two guys that he didn’t recognize were fucking each other doggy style on his bed. Given his line of work, he didn’t find it disgusting but it was definitely poor porn industry etiquette.
“What’s going on in here? The filming rooms are down the hall,” Blake said, annoyed.
“We’re not filming,” came the stranger’s voice. “This show’s for you.” Blake walked further into the room until he could see a man in a three-piece suit sitting on a chair looking through a rectangle made with his fingers, pretending to record.
“I don’t know, Blake, they’re listless and unimaginative. They’re not nearly as good at faking it as you are but they do have one asset you can’t compete with.” The two men rolled over and showed off their 8’’ cocks.
“Look at them. They’re not as buff as you, they’ve got one third of your talent, and I’d say their faces are quite common. Yet they’d bring home just as much money as you because of those schlongs and they’re not even that impressive as far as porn cocks go.”
“All right, you guys, out!” Blake had had enough of being demeaned. He certainly wasn’t going to let it continue in his own room.
“As you wish,” the man pulled out a green stone that he wore as a necklace from behind his tie and to Blake’s horror the two men shriveled up until their bodies were no more than smoke-like shadows that were sucked into the amulet.
“What the fuck is going on here!?” Blake shouted, suddenly terrified of his visitor. “What did you do to them?”
“Them?” The stranger looked up at Blake. “Oh, don’t worry about them. I just think the help tends to get in the way when you don’t need it.”
Blake turned and ran out of the room blindly down the hall back into the filming room he’d just left. There were four guys running a train on the bed. None of them looked up. “Tom! There’s something freaky happening in this place!” Blake gasped, trying to catch his breath from the shock.
“Oh? I haven’t noticed.” Blake looked up and saw the four men were being filmed by the same well-dressed man from his bedroom. What’s more, the camera was like something out of the 40’s with a spinning reel. He suddenly realized he didn’t recognize any of the actors on the bed. He stood there stunned unable to process what was happening to him.
“You know, you’re a rather excitable fellow. You run away as if you were being robbed without hearing what I had to say. This is your lucky day, you know,” the man said. “My name’s Jack,” he said, turning around so Blake could see his bright green eyes.
“I… I… I’m going crazy!” Blake stammered.
“I don’t think so. At least not yet.” He turned and shouted at one of the people on the bed. “No, not like that, pretend you’re enjoying it! I’ve seen more passion at a funeral!”
Jack put his eye back up to the camera. “You’re about to lose your mind, though. You see, you’ve made plans to go hang out with some friends that you know in L.A. and you’re all about to get wasted and then do a bunch of coke to help get your mind off the fact that you’re really good at what you do and everyone around you treats you like a piece of garbage. Your friend will invite a bunch of people over and in the drug induced frenzy, one of those guys will take you to a back room and make a wise crack about the size of your cock. Then bang!” Jack clapped his hands. “A fist to the face, a broken jaw, and you’ll spend the night in jail because you forgot how big you are… everywhere but one place that is.”
Blake slowly backed away to the door. “Oh, go on then…” Jack said turning to him again. “We don’t have to talk. I’ve got other people I can help tonight.”
“What do you think you can help me with?”
“Why, the one part of you that isn’t perfect,” Jack said looking back to the camera eyepiece. “The one part of you the universe didn’t put that much effort into. The one part… Jesus, Rob, if you’re going to move like that you’re just going to put people to sleep!” he interrupted himself to shout at one of the men on the bed.
“How can you help me with that?” Blake asked.
“My card.” Jack pulled out a card from his suit pocket that simply said, “Jack the Giver” and handed it to Blake. “Just take it and make your wish.”
“I…” Blake started.
“Go on.” Jack said.
“I wish…” Blake stammered.
“I wish I had a huge cock?” The card burst into flames and his cock started to tingle. As the smoke cleared and the sensation in his cock died down he noticed that people were shouting at him.
“Blake? Blake! Blake!”
“Yeah? Huh what?” He looked up and saw his director standing in behind him in the door frame with guys from production. They had been in the room next door and heard him shouting.
“What… do… you… need?” His director was red in the face. “We can’t film with you shouting all over the place.”
“I… uhh… it’s just that these guys…” He pointed behind him but there was no one in the room. Blake slowly made his way through the small crowd that was gathering in the hall., afraid he had just had some kind of mental break.
The director turned to the cameraman. “Jesus if I could just work with one guy who wasn’t on shit…”
Blake made his way back to his hotel room and slowly opened the door expecting to see Jack, but the room was empty. “Hello?” he called out but the room appeared untouched. The bed was perfectly made, with no sign that two guys had just been fucking in it. “God, I’m losing my mind.” He called down to the front desk and asked if anyone had asked which room he was staying in and they said no one and so he ordered his dinner and had it brought up.
After a little food he felt better. “That must have been a hallucination… I’m working too hard.” He looked in the mirror and flexed his biceps, stretching the fabric of his sleeves. He bounced his large pecs in his tight t-shirt. He was a hot man. “Why do I let people treat me like crap? I’m a great catch and I’m fucking good at what I do.” His friends were expecting him and they always had fun when he was in town.
First he had to shower. He smelled of sex and lube which wasn’t how he liked to make introductions. Peeling off his tight t-shirt he checked out his hot torso in the mirror. He loved the way his meaty pecs overshadowed his defined eight pack. His bulging traps framed his neck perfectly. He loved that his veins bulged like lightning bolts in his arm. It was the next part he didn’t like. Pulling down his pants.
He pulled down on his waistline and prepared himself for the sight of his tiny dick, but when he dropped his shorts to the floor he was surprised. “It’s not that bad…” Perhaps it was the lighting in the bathroom but his cock looked normal. “I don’t know why they can’t just light the room better when we film, it looks fine in here.” He flexed for himself in the mirror, turning himself on as he watched the shadows dance along the muscles lining his abs.
His cock hardened and Blake’s mouth gaped. That was no trick of the light. Measuring his cock with his hand (a trick he’d learned from his job), he realized he was every bit of six inches. “I mean… it’s not massive but… I can fucking work with this!”
He hopped into the shower checking it again to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. The cock was real. He stroked himself as the shower water ran in rivers between his pecs and around his abs. He stroked himself and tweaked his own nipple until he came in the shower. Holding his dick in his hand, it looked even bigger. It might have been a trick of his mind but… he measured the size with his hand and he was definitely just under 8 inches. “Fuck yeah!” he said to himself. “Give me five years! I’m owning my own studio!”
“That’s a big turnaround for less than four more inches. I’ll never understand humans.” Jack was suddenly standing in the bathroom.
Blake jumped at the surprise intrusion but when he saw who it was he beamed. “Holy shit man! You gave me my life!” Blake leaped out of the shower and gave Jack a huge, wet hug, too overjoyed to notice how annoyed it made him.
Jack pushed him away and looked down at his water-stained clothes. “No touching!” he said, taking a moment to recover his composure. “So what are you going to do with the rest of your…” But Blake had already left the bathroom. He had toweled off and was throwing on his clothes and getting ready to hit the town. “So that’s how that feels…”
By 11 p.m. Blake was at his friend’s house in Greenwich Village surrounded by a group of New York’s richest and hottest. Some of them he knew, most were new to him. A few of those new faces knew who he was though. He’d been in quite a few porn films, and they wanted him to sign their asses. Only his friend Ryan knew about his reputation for being “a little lacking down there.” The rest of them had been fooled by camera magic.
After an hour, Ryan shoved Blake into the kitchen to chat with him alone. “Hey, the guys out there are really pressuring me to get you to take it all off but I’ve got you covered man. They think we’re in here talking about it. I’ll go out in a few minutes and tell them that you like to leave work at work.”
“Heh, I don’t mind if you don’t. What’s the worst that could happen? My pics get posted and someone sees my dick?” he laughed.
“Ugh… yeah?” Ryan said thinking his friend had had too many mollies. The two of them had been fuck buddies for over a year and he knew what would happen to Blake’s reputation if people posted pictures of his small cock all over the internet. “Look, why don’t you just take your shirt off, you can make a splash, and they’ll go crazy. There’s no need to confirm any rumors.”
Blake laughed, “There’s only one rumor I want to confirm.” He smiled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Both of them gasped. Ryan was shocked because he’d never seen an 8’’ soft cock before and now he was seeing it on someone he knew to be tiny. Blake was shocked because it hadn’t been that big half an ago when he’d gone to piss.
Ryan tugged on it in disbelief. “Shit, that thing really is all you! Did you have some kind of surgery or something?”
“Heh, does it matter?” Blake said pushing Ryan against the refrigerator trying to make out with him because he had, in fact, had too many mollies.
“Whoa, can you even get that thing up like that?” Ryan said pushing Blake back, he wanted his questions answered. That particular question, however, was answering itself as Blake’s piece of meat began to rise up above his waistline. He was speechless, which was how Blake liked him so he peeled off his shirt and bounced one of his massive pecs in his face. Ryan was hypnotized by all of this and merely stroked the giant cock that was in front of him.
“Ryan do you have anymore… vod…ka?” One of Ryan’s friends stood frozen in the kitchen doorway. “Ha, we asked you to get him to take his clothes off, not to hoard him all to yourself!” Blake turned towards the intruder, his massive meat swinging like a sword. “Holy shit, is that even real?”
“Touch it…” Blake said confidently.
“I… ugh…” the newcomer stuttered awkwardly as he reached out and felt Blake’s throbbing veiny cock.
Before long Blake had rejoined the party. A few enterprising individuals had taken his jeans, undies, and shoes and ensured that he had no clue where they were hidden. Any awkwardness was offset by the fact that he seemed perfectly at home interacting with people in the nude but people found it difficult to get over how massive he was. Even his porn fans didn’t remember him being that big in his videos.
The night wore on and everyone got more drunk (and high) and people were feeling natural about the naked porn star at the party. They were well connected and this was New York. They didn’t pay insane rents to not have naked parties. Soon people started taking liberties. Blake’s cock had long gone soft and people started egging him on to get it hard again.
Soon someone reached over and started stroking him. The pleasure caused Blake to roll back on the couch as his cock started to inflate again. “Fuck I can barely get my fingers around it.” The guy said as he worked the massive piece of meat. Blake groaned as several other hands joined in. His cock swelled until it reached his left nipple. The combination of the booze and the drugs made everyone forget that it wasn’t that big the first time he’d whipped it out. Of course several phones were out recording everything.
“Holy shit, I didn’t know they got that big!” someone shouted.
“Come on Blake! Do that famous pose you do!” Of course all of Blake’s films had featured him bottoming so his famous pose was someone straddling him. The mollies and the attention were really driving him by this point. It was great to be naked in front of a group of people and not have to listen to how his cock was causing problems. So he thrust his juicy ass into a hot guy sitting next to him on the couch, thrusting his ass while bouncing his enormous pecs. His massive cock flopped down on the couch between his legs.
The guests were stunned but loving it. “Fuck… I can’t believe this is happening.”
“So fucking hot…”
“Somebody grab Mike’s shirt!”
Mike was the attractive man that Blake was currently grinding against. Several sets of hands quickly made his shirt disappear. He reached around and squeezed the porn stars massive pecs and pulled that ripped back against his own chest. “Ha! Look! He’s into it!” A few more minutes and Mike had all of his clothes pulled off and he was grinding his cock against that massive bubble butt.
This seemed too much like an invitation and clothes started flying everywhere. Blake felt all kinds of bodies pressed up against him as an orgy broke out. He felt someone’s cock probing his hole but there were too many guys for him to tell who it was. Soon he felt it slide inside of him. The excitement caused his cock to swell and grow up the cleft between his pecs, getting thicker and thicker. His balls were swelling to the size of fists and those who weren’t preoccupied were frozen as they watched what was happening.
They weren’t the only ones. Blake was stunned. Even with all the drugs, he wondered how on earth this massive package was going to fit inside of his clothes. He was ready for the growth to stop but he could feel the swelling surge between his legs and along his waist and chest.
Soon his cock bumped into his chin and swelled to the thickness of a 2 liter and still the stranger continued to pound away at his ass. “Oh god… it’s too much!” he shouted, getting seriously worried as his massive member was pushing up beyond his face and the shaft was growing as thick as his waist. His balls dangled down the couch as they swelled to the size of basketballs. Blake tried to move but the shaft was extremely sensitive and the feeling of his muscles rubbing against it caused him to shoot jets of cum onto the wall.
Things had gone far beyond proportions that could be ignored by the even the most altered of minds. Soon his balls were the size of watermelons and Blake was being pulled down by the massive weight of his cock, growing double the length of his torso. Every movement caused him to spray jizz everywhere. People were backing away in the room fearfully, wondering if what they were seeing was real but the mystery man behind Blake kept fucking away.
His cock grew to the end of the couch and bent up against the wall as his nuts grew to 200 pounds apiece. Blake was like an appendage on this massive 10½ foot cock. Trying to move only caused more rubbing, which made him cum more. Everyone stared in silence. Some were wondering how high they must have been to hallucinate something like this; for others it simply blew their minds. Only one person seemed unaffected by the site, the guy who was fucking Blake.
Of course, to Blake this was obviously no hallucination. He was completely immobile. He’d have to be carried everywhere he went. He was scared and horny as his cock was so sensitive that even the drafts of air in the room made him precum. His struggles made him jizz. The walls and the couch were already ruined. Then suddenly everyone heard the clicking sound of an old movie camera. They looked back to see a well-dressed man winding a camera reel. “No no! Don’t fuck him like that! You’ll put everyone to sleep!”
Blake’s cock and balls continued to grow until he was nothing but a small appendage on their back side. The walls were beginning to crack and cum gushed out of the end like a river. “God, no! Make it stop!” People began to run out of the house as beams began crashing down and the massive cock broke through the roof, spraying cum out into the streets.
In the midst of all of the wreckage Jack walked over to Blake holding an umbrella as globs of cum splattered down from the broken ceiling. “I imagine the press are on their way. I can’t wait to see what the chopper footage is going to look like.”
Blake groaned in shame at the thought of his massive jizzing cock being broadcast all over the world. “Please… you’ve got to help me…”
“But of course.” Jack smiled. “That’s what I do. But first I need your help.” He held out a picture of an attractive young man who couldn’t have been more than 21 sitting on a park bench, the same man he had ordered his henchmen to follow. “I need to know everything about him..
“I ughhh…” he moaned as a huge jet of orgasmic sploosh erupted from his towering meat. “Ugghhh fuck… I don’t know him!”
Jack pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off Blake’s face before shoving it into his mouth so that he couldn’t talk. “I know that. Now if you’ll be quiet and let me finish I’ll tell you what I need. His name’s Ryan. You live in the same building. All I want you to do is get to know him. Whaddya say? You get to know him and agree to a few minor terms and this problem more or less goes away.” He pulled out the cloth from Blake’s mouth.
“Oh god, oh god, oh fuuuuuck!!!” Five hundred gallons of spunk were rocketing out of him in the most orgasmic sensation of his life.
Jack grabbed the other by the chin in with his gloved hand. “What do you say?”
The police arrived fifteen minutes later to find everyone passed out on the sidewalk in a pool of sticky goo. “What the hell?”
“Pipeline burst,” said an unfamiliar officer with green eyes.
“A pipeline of what? This shit smells like spunk.”
“Eh, who knows.” As the EMTs arrived the police questioned everyone. Almost everyone was scattered in front of the house, except for one muscular guy that they pulled out of the living room with a cock that sagged almost down to his knees.
“How’d you like to be packing that thing?” one sergeant said to another.
As hard as they tried, no one could get a straight story out of anyone at the house. Most of the attendees lied and claimed they had no idea what had happened and those that told the truth were thought to be so strung out on drugs that they were hospitalized until they changed their stories.
A few blocks down the road the mysterious officer was meeting with three other men. “What next?”
Jack smiled. “We set up shop.”
Jaime Diaz walked up to the back-alley door of the John Rodgers Hall in Queens. A large foreclosure notice had been haphazardly stamped on the rusty exterior. His lean muscular frame bulged inside of a tight t-shirt. Finding the door unlocked, he let himself in, opening it just enough to squeeze through. As the door noiselessly closed behind him, he found himself in a strange candle lit cinder block hall. The haunting melody of a lone piano echoed toward him from the opposite end. The music was briefly interrupted by the rumble of the newly expanded B line that now ran directly under the building, ensuring the venue would never be useful for theater productions again. Nervously he checked the piece of paper in his hand again. This was definitely the right place.
Following the sound to a poorly lit back stage, he found a lofted ceiling bordered on one side by a series of stage curtains and a back wall covered in pictures, news clippings, posters and photographs. All seemed meticulously pinned up with bits of red string connecting all the bits together in a web-like network around a central eight by ten photo that must have been eighty years old. It seemed to be calling to him. As he walked up to it and gasped.
Staring back at him was Jack, virtually unchanged, with his arm around a man with long dark hair in a low V cut in front of the Eiffel Tower in occupied France during WWII. The image was a study in contrasts, Jack in his perfectly pressed tie and vest, and the other sporting a disheveled v-neck as though he’d just slung it on for the picture. His companion was crested with a long, flowing mane that tumbled from his head in a pleasingly carefree manner that caressed a short beard.
Suddenly Jaime had the feeling he was looking at things he wasn’t meant to see and hoped to god that Jack would not find him here. He thought about leaving and coming back through the front when the sound of footsteps echoed from beyond the curtains. Jaime drew back from the picture and tip-toed up to the multiple dusty veils. Jack was pacing back and forth on the stage, the piano was in shadow and whoever was playing was out of view. Jaime watched as he lifted his necktie revealing a broach adorned with a single polished oval stone. It glowed with an inner light that reflected off of his eyes.
“It’s just been you and me all these years.” The luminous stone flickered as if in response. “I promised you we’d all together again and that hasn’t happened.”
His back was turned to Jaime and as he stepped toward the orchestra pit as the stone flickered frantically. “There there, it wont be long now. Enough rotting on this rock while he gallivants around trying to save the world.” As the young intruder listened, his mind drifted from the dread of getting caught as he became curious about what Jack was talking about. “It’s just a question of how many more of these pathetic lives…” Suddenly his voice stopped and without turning he said, “Jaime… how long were you just going to stand there without announcing yourself like a rude little prat?”
Jaime jumped back behind the curtains. He felt a sudden iron grip on his shoulder. Then in a low sinister tone he heard a voice in his ear. “Never come in here without announcing yourself again. Do you understand?” Jaime nodded. “Now, do you have the deed?”
“They wont sell it to me,” said Jaime. “There’s a contractor who’s going to tear it down and build… oww!” He felt a painful squeeze in his sculpted traps.
“Stop blathering. I can see it all in your little head.” As muscular as he was, Jaime felt two powerful gloved hands turning him irresistibly around like a toy until he was nose to nose with with Jack. The hardened face broke into a malicious grin. “Well… we tried to be nice. I can see we’ll have to do this my way.”
Adrian Rotz struggled with anything that required him to get in front of a crowd. The moment he realized more than two or three people were paying attention to him, he’d freeze and get tongue tied. He struggled in one on one situations whenever someone became too forceful or intimate. Basically, he struggled with anything that dealt with self confidence. He assumed the answer had to do with the mirror, or what he saw in it at least. He was skinny guy who could barely look at himself without squinting.
Right now he was looking at his shoes as he shuffled out of the office. He had hoped all of the extra work he had put in this year would get him a raise at his performance review but instead they had let him go. “You get too nervous in front of customers. People have to put fires out after you leave. We can’t do this anymore.” Is what he’d been told. It wasn’t fair. That had only happened a couple of times and he had mostly cleaned things up over email. He knew his boss hated him but didn’t realize it was enough to fire him.
Adrian walked to the park beside his building in a blind stupor, his feet navigating the way without the use of his senses. He sat by the fountain as several small children splashed in the water, feeling as isolated from their happiness as a howling dog is from the moon. What was the point? He was always going to screw things up. He looked up at his old office building. He still had the key to get the roof, he could just…
“Are you kidding Adrian? You’re terrified of heights. You’d just get up there and choke, then you’d get to be humiliated on television as well.”
“Yeah you’re probably… wait h…huh?” He was sitting next to a man in suit and coat wearing an old fashioned fedora. “How’d you know my name?”
“That’s what you’re curious about? You’re holding a folder with your name on it and you’re wondering how I know that?”
“You’re not wondering how I knew you were thinking about jumping?”
“W…well…” Adrian stammered.
“You’re not one for conversation are you? Don’t worry I wont tell your mom you’ve been talking to strangers”, the strange man said.
“Who are you? Actually never mind, I have to go.” Adrian picked up his things, walked to the street, and ordered an Uber.
In a few minutes a black Honda Accord rolled up. “Adrian?” the driver shouted. He said yes and slid into the back seat without saying anything else.
“You know you really could have gotten a raise if you had a little more confidence.” Adrian looked up and jumped, the strange man from the park was sitting next to him. He could have sworn the back had been empty when he got in.
“W..what do you want?” Adrian said.
“Just to talk… to offer you an opportunity.”
“I..I..I don’t think so.” The man made him incredibly nervous but then again, so did most people. “Driver. I want to…to end my ride!” The driver didn’t respond. “Driver!” Adrian shouted.
“Oh he doesn’t drive for Uber, he works for me.”
Just about that time Adrian’s phone began to ring from his real driver wanting to know where he was. Unfortunately it was ringing from the stranger’s coat pocket. How had he stolen his phone? Adrian was starting to panic, was he being abducted?
The stranger laughed. “You crack me up. Just a minute ago you wanted to kill yourself and now you’re worried that I’m kidnapping you. What does it matter?”
“L…look I I have a wife and kids. They need me.” Adrian stammered.
“No you don’t.” He laughed again. “You live alone in an apartment over a butcher shop downtown. The only friends that you ever talk to with any regularity are online. You suspect half of them are teenagers from the way they type. You’re wrong by the way. One of them is actually 62. I suppose you do have aging parents but you wont be much use to them without a job.”
Adrian was stunned. Was he hallucinating? The stranger continued. “You know if you had just one shred of confidence you’d not only have your job right now but they would have given you the raise. If you didn’t panic in front of clients there’d be no cause for dismissal. If you didn’t choke up every time a coworker wanted to talk to you, they would have liked you.”
Adrian tried to talk but the other man put a finger over his mouth. “But I can change all of that. As surely as you’re sitting there looking stupid, I can remake your life.”
A few minutes later Adrian was sitting there with a card in his hand, unsure whether any of this was real. So… uh… Jack I can wish for ummm anything?”
“Them’s the rules, kid.”
“I wish I had more confidence… I wish every time I felt self conscious or embarrassed something would happen to wipe it away!”
Adrian woke up in a cold sweat. He was dreaming about what had happened that day. He couldn’t get his encounter with Jack out of his mind. He felt his fingers which were still a little tingly from the card bursting into flames in his hands. The dryness of his throat was bothering him. He knew it would keep him from going back to sleep. He got up and went to the bathroom without turning on the light, he didn’t want to see his shirtless body in the mirror.
But then again, why not? Why not test out this silly little experiment. If his wish had come true he should be confident in what he saw. Clicking on the light quickly dashed that idea. There was no part of him that he found attractive. He quickly moved for the light switch again but his arm jerked away. His tiny biceps were flexing on their own as well as his non-existant chest muscles. With each flex they relaxed a little larger than the last time.
He couldn’t believe it. He could see his abs for the first time as they grew more defined. His pecs were taking the shape he’d always wanted his chest to be. His biceps were starting to give his arms some shape instead of looking like extremities on a wooden marionette. His waist was becoming chiseled into a nice V shape. He looked like a thin, toned model. “What the fuck…”
“It never ceases to surprise me the number of people who wish for something and then seem so confused when they get it,” said Jack, leaning against a door frame.
“How’d you get in here?” was all Adrian could say.
“So what do you think?” Jack ignored the question. “Feel a little more confident now?”
“I… I guess so.”
“Then it’s time you went on a date.”
“You mean here? Now?” He stuttered.
“In your bathroom at 3 am? Jesus you’re so thick I didn’t mean…” Jack stopped himself and smiled. “Actually… I suppose there’s always one variation on the old date that we could go for.” He said pulling Adrian’s phone out of his pocket. Suddenly it started going crazy with grindr notifications. Adrian used the app only occasionally because he hated being ignored by all the guys he messaged.
Jack handed the phone over and Adrian saw that there were five conversations with really attractive guys already opened. “But these time stamps say I’ve been talking to them for an hour. I was asleep!”
“Bet you don’t remember taking those pictures either…” Jack smiled.
Adrian gasped when he thumbed through all of the nudes featuring his new body. He looked at his cock in shock, was it really that big now? “But… but I didn’t take any of these. You can’t… can’t just put this kind of stuff out over the internet like that.” He said turning red. The thought of having nudes of him floating around the web made him really self conscious.
Suddenly his muscles started to flex again and his pecs bulged out even further, stretching the skin of his chest with increasing tightness. His delts rounded out as they bulged and his traps pushed up his neck a few inches. Grabbing his arms, he could feel his biceps swell against his fingers as the reflection in the mirror grew into quite the twunk. “What’s happening?” He felt his stomach, his washboard abs were really prominent now.
“Your wish is happening.” Jack smiled. “Every time you feel self conscious you grow.”
“But I didn’t…”
“Your words were ‘I wish every time I felt self conscious or embarrassed something would happen to wipe it away.’” Jack grinned. “You didn’t specify the ‘something’ so I had to do some guesswork. Now about those guys, I took the liberty of picking one for you.”
“Wait what?” He looked down at the grindr histories and found that Jack had given a gorgeous guy named Kyle his address and told him to come over. “W…wait… you’ve got to fix this. I can’t hook up w… with a guy like that? He.. he’s like a model.” Suddenly he felt his thighs and calves swelling.
“Yeah at this point he’s going to think you’ve been using old pictures…” Jack grinned. “But I doubt he’ll be disappointed.”
“B…but he’s not going to like me. Guys like that never…” Suddenly Jack grabbed Adrian’s head in his hands and forcefully turned it.
“Look at the guy in the mirror.” He said. “Whatever pathetic man was living in this apartment when you went to bed is no longer here.” He reached out and squeezed one of Adrian’s nicely formed pecs through his thick leather gloves.
There was a knock at the door knocked. “S-so we’re actually going to do this?”
“We aren’t going to do anything more tonight. You are going to go have fun,” he said shoving Adrian out of the bathroom. When he turned around Jack was gone. The knock repeated and Adrian sheepishly made his way to the door, his heart racing. By the time he answered, he had taken so long that Kyle had already begun walking back down the hall to leave.
“Well that took longer than… Hello.” He said suddenly smiling. “I see you’re all ready for me.”
Suddenly Adrian realized he was just wearing the gym shorts he had been wearing in bed. “Oh… uh I’m sorry I just got out of bed,” he said, embarrassed. He could feel his back muscles starting to mound up slightly.
Kyle walked in, with looks that would have been at home in posters on the wall of a trendy retailer in a mall. He smiled. “No need to apologize. I know I work late on Fridays. It was my turn to close out the bar.” He looked Adrian up and down with hungry eyes. “You’re so different from your pictures. You looked like a twink in those photos but I’m not complaining.”
“Uh… sorry I guess…” It was all Adrian could stammer, feeling like a frog on a dissecting tray. He felt his ass swelling out in his shorts a little. Fortunately Kyle was pretty transfixed on his chest and abs.
Kyle laughed. “I told you I wasn’t complaining.” He said, putting down his bag. He pulled off his shirt revealing a ripped toned physique. “I like a guy with some meat on him. “ He wrapped his arms around Adrian, gasped as he felt their pecs and abs touch.
Adrian froze. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He had no idea what he was doing. No one had ever found him attractive before. “What’s the matter?” Kyle said. “You don’t like what you see?”
“N…no… no it’s not that! You’re… amazing. I just… this… this never happened to me before so…”
“Ohhhh first time huh? Still in the closet?”
Adrian thought for a minute. He’d told plenty of people online that he was gay. But as far as having a person to person interaction where he talked about his sexuality in any fashion, that was way out of his comfort zone. “I mean I guess… kinda.”
“Well lets just take things slow and see what happens?” Kyle said.
Kyle must have had a different idea of taking things slow than Adrian because in ten minutes they were both in their underwear on his couch. He couldn’t help himself. Kyle had such a confident and soothing voice that Adrian just melted away in his arms. For the first time he could remember he was face to face with a stranger and relaxed.
Kyle told him stories from his job, his day, and his life in general as he massaged those newly formed muscles, gradually working his way down to the elastic band of his undies. Adrian hung on every word as Kyle disarmed his anxieties one by one and the hands started massaging the massive bulge. Adrian groaned.
“Oh? You like that huh?” Kyle smiled. “Maybe you’d like this,” he said sliding his fingers down the front of the briefs to feel his 8’’ cock. Before Adrian knew it, he felt the elastic band sliding down from his waist and over his defined legs. He found himself laying there naked in front of Kyle as he continued talking as if nothing strange were going on, peppering him with compliments. “Wow, you’ve been hiding this guy from the world for too long,” he said stroking Adrian’s meat.
As a-typical of a hookup as this was for Kyle, he was really getting off on schooling this perceived jock on the art of being with a guy, thinking the nervousness was all due to his repressed sexuality. The two laid there for several hours as Kyle taught him how to kiss and suck a cock. Their muscular bodies rubbed together like they were yin and yang. Bliss emanating from their tight, smooth skin.
The sun woke Adrian up. What a dream… he thought. But when he went to move he felt a smooth body curled up next to him. He fully opened his eyes and saw Kyle asleep, using his chest as a pillow. They had fallen asleep cuddling. Adrian thought about the night before, remembering how he had eventually gotten Kyle to cum and how hot it had felt to have his warm spunk splatter all over his chest.
“Holy crap, that was real.”
“Of course it was real.” Jack said, suddenly sitting on the far arm of the couch. “Uh uh uh.” He said, waving his finger. “Don’t move, you wouldn’t want to wake your friend there. Don’t worry, he wont hear us talking.”
“That was amazing… you were so right about needing this.”
“Yes… well you wont be getting this for much longer when he finds out you don’t have a job.” Jack said.
“Thanks for reminding me…” Adrian groaned. He had forgotten about that little detail. What was he going to do for work? The anxiety caused his chest to puff out a little more.
“What a little spaz you are. Not to worry, I’ve taken the liberty of updating your Linkedin profile.” Again, he pulled Adrian’s phone out of his coat and handed it to him with the app open. The picture had been changed. Instead of an incredibly awkward photo, it showed him wearing a well fitting button down shirt and tie. And his skills list had expanded.
“But… I don’t know how to do any of these things.”
“And yet you did them for years at your old job.”
“Who cares about that? Interviews are about convincing people you’re better than you are. To be frank, the picture is going to carry the day. Do you know how many hiring managers are sexually frustrated? They’ll hire someone like you in a heart beat.”
“But what do I tell Kyle? I really like him!” Adrian looked down at the perfect boy cuddled up against him. His cheek was gently bobbing up and down with the rise and fall of his chest, one of those lovely arms was wrapped around his waist, his cock was pressed against his side, and their legs were intertwined.
“Heh, you’re going to have to get in line with this one. He’s got more tricks on call than a circus collie.”
“What? But last night was… was…”
“Special? Magical? Heaven?” Jack put his hands together mockingly and chuckled. “For you it was… Don’t get me wrong, he had fun too. But how long is he going come in here and give you sex lessons while you just lay there and barely add anything to the conversation?”
“Oh Jack, you’ve got to…”
“Help you? I have helped you. I think I’ve done more than my fair share of the work here. Anything else would be another wish and I’m afraid you’ve already used yours.” He stood up and stretched. “Well I have to get going. I just dropped by to tell you to keep an eye out for new jobs now that you’ve got some more… assets.” He opened the door to the apartment, with a final nod to Adrian, and walked out.
“Huh?” Kyle stirred on his chest. The sound of the door clanging shut had woken him. “What time is it?”
“I uh… dunno…” Adrian checked his phone. “9:30.”
“Got your phone out huh?” He grinned. “Taking pics? Well just as long as they don’t end up on the net.” He said rolling over on top of Adrian. “Ready for round two?”
Adrian adjusted his tie in the mirror, a week had gone by and things had pretty much gone the way Jack had predicted. Kyle had staid with him for the entire weekend, only leaving to go to work in the evenings. By Sunday he had lost every form of virginity that he had and was head over heels in love with Kyle, but then Monday had to roll around.
Kyle kept saying he was busy and as the days wore on, his text responses became less and less lengthy and frequent. Adrian had hoped they could make plans for the approaching weekend but every time he asked, the response that came back hours later was always non-committal. On the bright side, he had managed to get an interview at a bank and that’s actually what he was getting ready for now.
Ubering downtown to the office where the meeting was to take place, he practiced what he was going to say. He hated interviews for obvious reasons. ‘Please don’t be awkward…’ he pleaded with himself.
He walked into the office and was led to a room where the hiring manager was sitting. The two shook hands and smiled and they closed the door. “I’m Matt!” He said with a smile. The interview started well enough. The man questioning him was obviously gay and checking him out the entire time but then came the awkward question. “So why did you leave your last position?”
“Well… I uh… figured it was… time to move on you know? Seek new opportunities.”
“I can understand that. I like a man who…”, his voice trailed off as he got temporarily distracted by Adrian’s cleavage. “…a man reaches for his dreams.” But then stared right at him and said, “Still you must be quite confident in yourself to just leave without something else lined up.”
Adrian turned red. Was this guy seeing through his bluff? “Well you know… you only live once.”
“Yes…” he said in a way that didn’t seem to be impressed with the answer. Adrian began to feel naked and exposed in the room. His pecs started to stretch against his tight fitting dress shirt. He had purchased all new clothes for this interview and they fit him in a way that didn’t leave much to the imagination.
As the hiring manager grilled him he felt more and more self conscious and his deltoids, triceps, and biceps began to strain against the fabric of his sleeves. Adrian became aware of how tight his clothes were getting and realized what was happening. The fabric was stretching like spandex. “Oh fuck… not here…”
“Excuse me?” Matt said with surprise. Adrian had said that out loud, making him even more embarrassed.
“Oh… jeeze I’m sorry but I think I have to…” POP! A button flew off of his shirt, hitting Matt squarely in the nose, as his chest continued to swell. POP POP POP! To his horror, buttons began to fly in all directions as his pecs pushed their way out of his shirt.
“What are you doing?” The Matt said in shock.
“Please… I can’t help it! I’ve got to go!” He said getting up but the movement caused his biceps to rip through his sleeves. “Oh Fuck no!” He shouted as his ass began to shred his dress pants.
“God what is happening?” Matt thought back to a strange encounter he had had the night before and was wondering if it was connected to Adrian’s muscular body as it shredded through his business attire. He watched as a 12’’ cock emerged from the rim of his newly exposed underwear. This was a nightmare, being stripped down to his underwear with his cock exposed made him more self conscious than he’d ever been in his life, fueling even more growth.
“Please… you’ve got to help me!” Adrian pleaded. “I can’t go out in public like…” SNAP! The elastic burst as his bubble butt inflated out and two fist sized nuts dangled down out in the open. The last shred of his clothes fell to the floor. He got to his knees, his pecs still swelling, pushing his nipples downward. “Please I need help.”
“I… I…” Matt struggled to get control of himself. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
“I made a wish. I shouldn’t have done it… Now I’ve just got to get back to my apartment. Please don’t call the police… I’ll do anything.” As he begged his shoulders broadened and back muscles expanded into rippling mounds.
“A wish?” Matt said, raising his eyebrow.
“Yes a man told me he could get me what I wanted and I really fucked it up. I’m so sorry.” Adrian said as his pec valley deepened so much that he could have grabbed Matt’s hand with it and his body stretched to over 6’8’’.
“A man in a gray suit? With green eyes and a hat?” Matt said, beginning to tremble.
“Y…yeah?” Adrian paused.
Matt raised his hand, and for the first time Adrian noticed that the guy interviewing him had a thumb and forefinger that appeared to be swollen and red as if they’d been burned. “I… um… wished for a man that would turn everyone’s head…”
Suddenly the two were disturbed by the sound of someone clapping. They look up to see Jack standing behind them. “Congratulations Matt. I hope he’s everything you wanted.”
“This isn’t what I meant!” Matt said wondering how long he could keep Adrian hidden in his office.
“Oh?” Jack said furrowing his brow. “Well it’s what you asked for.” Then he pointed his thumb to the door that lead to the rest of the office and grinned. “Adrian is sure to turn everyone’s head out there when they see him.”
Adrian was dumbfounded, had he been the answer to someone else’s wish? He began to plead, “Please Jack help me!” His naked body swelled to over 7 feet and nearly four hundred pounds of solid muscle. Every inch of his skin was crevassed in definition. Without speaking, Jack removed his tie and several dark forms like wisps of smoke flew out of a green gem that had been hiding behind it. Taking the necktie, they wrapped it around Adrian’s mouth, gagging him.
“That’s better. Well Matt, I’d say he’s about a minute away from needing the fire department to come up and cut a hole in the wall to get him out of here.” Jack grinned. “Looks like you’re gonna make the news tonight.”
“Why are you doing this?” Matt stammered.
“You made the wish!” Jack pounded the desk so hard the phone fell off. Then, seeming to regain his composure and straightened his tie. “Still, if he’s not what you wanted I suppose I could take him off your hands” The thought of being caught on the news like this made Adrian’s back muscles swell against the wall broadening his shoulders to the point where he would no longer fit through the door. The dark wisps pulled out a chair for Jack to sit in. “You may be out of wishes but I could do that for you as a favor in exchange for something I want.”
“Anything! No one can see him in here like this!” Matt stammered. “This is a disaster!”
“Not yet, but it will be if you don’t shut up and listen to me.” Jack smiled. “You’re in charge of foreclosures are you not?” Matt nodded nervously as Adrian’s pecs swelled out to the size of an entire chest each.
“Pay attention.” Jack said, reaching out and turning Matt’s face back. “One of your properties, the John Roger’s Hall is situated right were I need to be but a colleague of mine says you won’t give it up. His name is Jaime Diaz, I want you to sell the theater to him.”
“But there’s already a deal for that place… The paperwork is already…” The sound of the floor straining under the weight of Adrian’s 550-pound body caught his attention.
“Matt… What is the paperwork involved in having your naked friend here bust through the ceiling down stairs?” Jack said with a grin.
Jack looked down the center isle of the empty theater, leaving the legal details of acquiring the property to others. He could care less about the minutia so long as any meddling monkeys didn’t bother him for a while. As he approached the stage, curled up in a petrified fetal position was a 10-foot-tall Adrian. His low pitched whimpering echoed throughout the empty hall.
Jack walked up to the hulking pile of muscles and patted him on the head. “There there… after they bring me the deed, I can fix you… for a price. You could be very useful to me. But for now I still don’t know if I’ll have to deposit you back at the bank.” Adrian cringed as the thought of that added fifty more pounds to his problems.
Ryan Billings squirmed with each electric burst of pleasure that surged into his ass. “Oh God… don’t stop!” He groaned as his amazingly hot neighbor, Blake, mounted him. Ryan couldn’t think of anything other than the amazing cock drilling his ass. Sweat was dripping down crevices of his slim toned physique as he bucked his ass against the giant of a man ramming away behind him, feeling that monster throb inside of him.
It wasn’t long before the pressure in his cock built up. Unable to hold it in any longer, Ryan felt a massive release as his own hot spunk gushed all over his chest. He felt the massive dick slide out of him as he crumpled in a pile on the bed. “Fuck Blake, that was hot.”
“I mean, it’s what I do,” he said, not mentioning that he’d come inside of his partner several times.
With that little reminder of Blake’s job, Ryan cringed a little internally. His porn star neighbor was so hot that he found himself over at his place probably more than a healthy number of times. “Why don’t we shower up and I’ll cuddle you to sleep. You can stay the night.” Blake spoke with that deep soothing voice that made Ryan want to collapse.
“I don’t know, I’ve got to get up real early tomorrow for a meeting.” Ryan said. Blake was nice, much nicer than he thought he would be, but he couldn’t imagine letting himself fall for a guy who did porn. His fear was spending so much time with him that he’d develop feelings for the massive heart throb. So he fought any temptation of moving things beyond sex.
“Well maybe we could hang out this weekend and do something besides this.” Blake said, hoping to get things out of the bedroom for once.
“Yeah that sounds great, I’ll have to check my calendar.” Ryan said, already toweled off and putting his undies on. “You know how busy things are with school.” Ryan was a senior at Columbia.
“Oh, well when you get tired of studying, you know where I am.” Blake said a little crestfallen.
“Totally do,” Ryan said with a smile as he pulled his shirt over his head and buckled his shorts. It was not long before the apartment door had slammed and Blake was sitting there alone in the dark. He got up to the bathroom to brush his teeth but when he opened the door someone was in there already. He jumped back startled. “Jack…. What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” he said, adjusting his fedora. “What am I doing here? If you had done your job properly I wouldn’t be able to come here at all tonight. Where is he?”
“Ryan… had to go. He had an early meeting.”
“Well… that’s just wonderful…” Jack said in disgust.
“Look I know we’re supposed to be doing more than just fooling around, I think he’s coming around, I know he’s got to want to take things further by now,” Blake replied.
Jack looked the other in the eye for what seemed like an eternity. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I can see it all in your mind. He isn’t remotely interested in dating you and you know it.” Jack shook his head.
“Well… you can’t rush these things,” said Blake.
“Falling in love… how hard can it be? It’s called falling for fuck sake!” Jack shouted. “The entire plan is stuck until someone on the team captures that pretty boy’s heart.” He thought for a moment and looked at him. “This was clearly a mistake. The porn star is just a fantasy. No one really wants to settle down with someone who ho’s themself out on camera.”
Blake seemed startled at this. “Now wait…”
“Wait? It’s been three months. How long am I supposed to wait? Six months? A year? What happens if the little tramp falls for someone else and this little enterprise crumbles? Who knows how long that would set me back.”
“Look, it… it won’t get that bad…” Blake stammered
“We had an agreement,” Jack interrupted.
“Now Jack, please…”
“I saved you from that disastrous wish you made…”
“I just need more time.”
“And all I wanted from you is to have one boy fall in love with you.”
“Please I’m trying.”
Jack’s irises began to glow bright green. “I’m afraid time’s up.”
“No! Jack please!” Blake shouted as his body began to shrivel up. He clutched his collapsing chest as he got thinner and thinner until he grew beyond skinny. Eventually he was just a husk of a man and disappeared into a thin black shadow which wavered like smoke in the air. Jack unbuttoned his shirt, lifted his tie and pulled out his green pendant which began to glow. The wavering dark cloud that had been Blake twirled through the air and vanished inside of it.
Jack carefully buttoned his shirt up, adjusted his jacket and overcoat, walked into the shadows and was gone. Miles away he emerged from the darkness down a dark alley in Queens, a loud subway beneath his feet rumbled the surrounding bricks. Small statues and stone figurines decorated a gravel path. Lanterns began to flicker on as he approached a deep oaken double door creating a scene that seemed very much out of place for that part of town. The back entrance to the John Rodgers Hall had been completely transformed.
As he approached, wispy black hands pulled open the doors and he went inside. The hall was lit with hundreds of candles. Once inside, he pulled out the stone and a black smoke issued from it and stood in the corner like the wavering figure of a man. “Welcome home,” he said with a tired smirk. “Hopefully neither of us will have to be here for very long.” Other black apparitions began to fill the space around him but he didn’t take much notice as he walked down the hall and into a back room with books open everywhere. Without speaking, the black shadows pulled a chair up behind him and he sank into it. He tossed his hat onto a table in the room.
A striped cat jumped into his lap. “Three of them, Cadence… three of them and nothing more than a bunch of fun fucks. How is it this hard to make someone fall in love?” The cat looked up at him inquisitively. “Thank goodness you can’t talk. Everything that does on this planet gives me a headache.” As he stroked the cat, it began to purr and he allowed his mind to drift back to 1945 and that night in France he remembered so well.
It was a warm August night and the lights of the Marseilles danced in the ripples of the sleepy harbor as the sound of waves lapped gently against the sea wall. Private Jeremy Townsend gazed out from the end of a dock at the dark outline of the ships in the bay. One of them would take him home the next day. People walked up and down the street behind him like the many thoughts coming and going in his mind. Thoughts of the war, thoughts of home, and other things danced in his head. He was just barely 24 and he wondered how life would be like back home in Milwaukee, particularly now that he knew things about himself, things that made his eight month tour seem simple in comparison.
“Allô,” a voice called from behind. Jeremy turned to see a Frenchman in his mid-twenties leaning against an army jeep. “I hope I’m not… eh… disturbing you?” He said with a thick accent. The man walked forward until the young soldier could see his face quite clearly. He was stunningly handsome, a thought that he tried to suppress. Jeremy had learned while on tour that he was hopelessly attracted to guys, something that gave him a great deal of trepidation.
“Oh no no, is this a private dock?” the young American said, thinking the stranger was going to ask him to leave.
“Possibly,” he replied with a grin and a shrug. “But… ermm… to whoever it may belong… they seem to be asleep, no?”
Jeremy laughed. “I suppose so.” The two began exchanging pleasantries but a battle began to rage inside of the young private. The french man was gorgeous and he felt like it was impossible to express how he felt.
“Well I hope you don’t mind my saying so but… eh… you seem very… how you say it… familiar. I feel like I have seen you with my friend Xavier.”
Jeremy’s eyes grew wide. How did this man know about Xavier? The mysterious man who had helped him survive the last eight months. Did he know all of the things they did together? “No need to be alarmed my friend,” The Frenchman smiled. “Your secrets are safe with me. My name is Jacques. I was just wondering if you would… ermmm… like to enjoy some wine at my place up the road?”
The young private felt his heart begin to throb in his chest. Was this really happening? This beautiful man was inviting him into his house. Could the universe really let him get away with something so magnificent this easily. “I mean… I should probably spend the night with my company. We’re bunking together tonight. We leave on the Thistle in the morning…”
Jacques grew closer and wrapped his arms so confidently around Jeremy’s waist. His dick grew rock hard. “I did not ask if you would like to sleep there.” Suddenly the young soldier feel his shirt getting tight around his chest and sleeves. The fabric was stretching.
“Gnnnn what’s… what’s happening…” A feeling of pleasure was engulfing his entire body. He felt that they shouldn’t be doing this in public but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Just relax, my friend,” Jacques said as the two touched lips. “Our business can be accomplished here just as well.” Jeremy felt is package growing tighter in his pants. As he spoke Jeremy’s cock began to push up past his belt buckle and slide against the emerging definition in his abs. His nuts felt squeezed within his underwear and his once roomy pant legs were beginning to stretch.
“But what…. What about…?” Jeremy’s protests were silenced by another kiss.
“Enjoy it,” the other moaned into his ear as the army issued slacks began to tear. Jeremy felt the sides of his pecs pushing out against the cotton shirt. His muscles felt so tight and meaty as they continued to push out, straining his shirt, tugging at the buttons.
“Fuuuckkkk….” Jeremy groaned, his thick, newly exposed shaft oozing copious amounts of cum. As his pecs bounced within his shirt, the buttons began to pop one by one, splashing with a pleasant “plunk” into the water, until his front side was exposed. Jeremy ran his hand up and down his shredded exposed torso. “Godddd… what are you doing…” Cum was soaking into his pants as his ass cheeks swelled and ripped his fly. His biceps and thighs began tear through the seams of his GI shirt and pants.
“Making you my little toy, mon ami…” Jacques replied as the planks on the dock creaked under the extra weight. “Maybe not so little.” Jeremy’s pecs pushed their way well past the remnants of the shirt as the sweat on his massive bare chest glittered in the evening street lights. His massive back broadened until the mounds of muscle pulled the back of his shirt apart with a tremendous rip that caught some people’s attention on the street. Peering into the night they could see some movement on the dock but couldn’t make out what was going on in the dark. Eventually they assumed some fisherman was working late on the dock and they went on their way.
Jeremy writhed against the planks as the last shreds of clothing fell from his massive body. His cock felt a sensation more intense than any he had ever known. In the dim light he saw it squirming around his body like a snake as it grew and thickened. Soon it was working its way back and forth between his massive pecs. “Fuck… what am I?” He could feel massive cantaloupe sized nuts dangling against his knees.
The other leaned over into his ear, his accent had changed. It sounded American now. “Bait… and everyone knows, worms are supposed to wriggle.” The cock began to move over his body like a snake, wrapping and unwrapping itself around his massive legs, each the size of a tree trunk before finding its way to Jeremy’s tight hole. His iron-hard butt cheeks were guarding the target but the cock was hungry to explore and forced its way between them, lubing itself up with endless cum. Jeremy groaned from the stimulation on both ends at once. “Please… this isn’t… natura…aaagnnn.” His eyes rolled back as his cock head spread his cheeks and he penetrated himself causing his balls to swell even more in the excitement.
Inch by inch the massive snake worked its way inside him. He could feel it swelling, getting even larger, as it forced its way further. His balls doubled in size to watermelons as he began to shoot jets of cum inside himself.
“Jack!” shouted a voice from the street. “Jack what are you doing to him!”
“Nothing… horrible… Why do you ask?” In the throes of agonizing bliss, Jeremy recognized the voice of the man approaching them. Soon he could see the long hair, the scruffy beard, the lovely voice. It was Xavier.
“Jack, I told you I didn’t want you messing with the people that I get involved with. What are you doing?”
“Just trying to get your attention.” Jack said with a smile which almost immediately folded into a scowl. “We’ve been here long enough. You’ve seen your war, observed these creatures for a handful of seasons, and learned about their silly little ways. Playing miracle worker was never what we were supposed to do. We have the information we came for so enough of pretending to be a primate. It’s time to go.”
“You can’t just change him like that. The others will reject him.” Xavier reached down to touch the swelling Jeremy, whose nuts had grown to so massive that they weighed 200 pounds each and his fire hose of a cock was causing his belly to bloat out. But a flash of green energy pushed him back.
“Oh no, he stays the way he is until I want to change him back,” said Jack.
“Jack what’s gotten into you? You’re interfering in their lives. That’s not what our power is for.”
“Oh? I wasn’t aware you cared about abuse of power when you patched this little shrimp up a few weeks ago. That sounds like interference to me. You’ve gotten too attached to these animals and that means it’s time to go. I’ve told you this dozens of times and this is the only way I can fathom to get your attention.” He nodded toward the street. “Soon he’s going to get lots of attention, don’t you think?” Their sounds were starting to attract curious eyes.
“I don’t want to leave yet, there are things we could learn, hurts we can heal.”
“That’s not our purpose!” Jack shouted so loud it caused people to look. “There’s an entire universe out there to see and if we’re lucky we’ll be around long enough to get to a tenth of it and you want to waste our lives getting involved in the drama of some talking apes? No!” Jack spat. “Now let’s…” As he spoke Jeremy’s pecs bulged out so much that they pushed up his chin, “…go. Or your precious friend remains a freak.”
Xavier looked down at his shoes. “Fine…” he said after a long pause. “Change him back and we can go right now.”
Jack grinned, his eyes flashed and Jeremy felt himself shrinking to normal proportions. Cum oozed out of his ass as the giant cock pulled out. Then with surprising suddenness, Jack waved his arms and Jeremy felt himself being hurled into the water.
“Jack, you know they need air.”
“And you know they can swim. That’s your problem, you never have any faith that they can work their own problems out. Besides, he’s going to need an excuse to be naked and a midnight swim is as good as any.” Then he pulled off the necklace he was wearing and a green amulet emerged from his shirt. It was one glowing half of a precious stone.
Xavier sighed and pulled out an identical blue one. “Finally…” Jack said as he pressed the two halves together
Suddenly there was a flash of light and a force that knocked Jack on his back as miniature lightnings arched across his body. “You want to play like that?” Jack shouted, his eyes flashing with light. “Fine… let’s give his mother a real nightmare for a son and then see how you like him.” Jack turned to the escaping private and snapped his fingers but Jeremy just kept swimming away. He snapped again and still nothing happened. Stamping his feet on the dock he swore. “What the hell did you do!?”
“I used the power of the Inulace to make us… different. We’re not going to intrude into people’s lives without their consent anymore. From now on we can only do what they allow us to do. So you might as well get used to helping them.”
“You better fix that.” Jack lunged for the blue stone but Xavier knocked him back with a blue flash.
“You better learn to care about people other than yourself,” said Xavier. “That’s the only way you have any power over this world now. We’re staying.”
“I think not.” Jack said gritting his teeth. “I think you’ll find that for every hopeless ape that you take on as a pet, I’ll find a way to destroy five more. We will leave this place.”
“I’d like to see you try.” Xavier laughed. “They have to let you first and I don’t think anyone’s going to let you destroy their life.”
Jack let his eyes focus back on the papers in front of him. “I will leave this place…”, he said to himself. The cat looked up at him. “Bring in the boys, Cadence.”
The cat jumped down and ran out pf the room. A few minutes later, two strong men walked in. “I take it there aren’t any wedding plans?” Jaime Diaz asked.
“Clearly Ryan isn’t as shallow as I had hoped… Xavier trained him too well…” Jack replied without looking up at either of the two men. “Three of them and he hasn’t fallen for anyone.”
“You… you’re not going to… to send one of us next are you?” The other man quailed, it was Adrian Rotz, restored back to semi-normal proportions but was still powerfully built.
“No, what’s the point? The first one was rich, the second was well connected, and Blake turned people on for a living and none of them made the little brat’s heart flutter… We’re obviously going about this the wrong way. He’s young and attractive, he can have anyone he wants. Our fish isn’t going to just bite at any hook I throw in his direction. I need the right bait.”
He thought for a moment. “I think we need to know more about him.”
“But… but… I thought you knew everything about everyone,” Adrian stammered.
“Not if Xavier finds them first… his precious little friends are as much a mystery to me as basic social skills are to you.” He paused for a moment. “But for every locked door, there’s a key,” he said, opening a drawer revealing some electronic equipment. “Where heavenly powers fail, earthly ones must do.”
“What’s that stuff?” Jaime asked.
“Surveillance equipment that I ‘borrowed’ from a client. He won’t be needing it in prison.” Shadow hands scooped them out of the drawer and handed the stuff to them.
Adrian sucked his teeth as the ghostly creatures dropped the objects into his hand. He hated them. “Yes you don’t like the wisps do you?” Jack grinned. “Not very charming are they?” He chuckled. “Figure out how this stuff works and then break into his apartment and set it up.”
“B..break in?” Adrian stammered. “Can’t you get in there more easily? We could just tell you when he’s gone and…”
“Do think I would trust this to your idiotic ape hands if I could!?” Jack pounded the table. “I can’t go anywhere near that place without an invitation!” He stood up and stared them both in the eye. “And that is fortunate for the two of you, because it’s the only reason you’re walking on two feet. You’re no different from them. You both made a deal with me, fulfill the agreement or…” The black figures all screeched and fled the room causing them both to jump.
“Figure out how to get in there. I want to know everything that goes on inside that apartment in a week!”
“And what if Xavier catches us?” Jaime asked.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s going to be distracted. Now get busy,” Jack said, putting on his hat. “I’m going out tonight.”
The John Rodgers Hall was a flurry of activity. Shadowy beings moved set pieces around while Jack looked on. Everything had to be perfect. He had waited for too long and everything on the stage needed to be in its proper place. “Oh to see the look on his face when he realizes…” His voice trailed off as his muscular assistants, Jaime Diaz and Adrian Rotz. walked onto the stage. “Yes?”
Adrian gulped, they had spent the entire night figuring out how to work eavesdropping equipment. “We… we… know how to wire up the mic,” he stuttered. “We… I’ve got a way to get into Ryan’s apartment and set them without him knowing. But… but… what do we do if Xavier’s there?”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Jack said, looking away from his handiwork. “Fortunately for you I’ve got a plan for that.”
“What you gonna do?” Jaime asked.
Jack laughed. “I’ll send him a message, one he’s sure to get.”
“How will we know…” Jaime began to ask.
“Just do your jobs! I’ll handle him,” Jack snapped. “If all goes well, he’s the only one who will know…”
The crowds had disbursed by the time Butch Mitchell left the stadium that evening. The fans had all left disappointed. He was a wide receiver for the New York Giants and he’d just gotten pummeled out on the field. Ever since his injury last year he couldn’t outrun the defense. No matter how hard he tried to sprint, he just couldn’t make his leg go faster. Instead of leaving with the rest of the team, he staid behind to drink in the club house until he could get out of there without running into the fans.
Tonight Ken Powers (an opposing cornerback) had taken him down more times that game than he could count. That guy was massive. His team mates called him “the beast”. He towered over everyone on the field and his powerful body plowed through people like a train. “If only I could be a muscular beast like him,” he said as his driver took him downtown, past the shoppers and twinkling city lights. His wife was out watching a musical with the kids. Lately he preferred that they didn’t watch his games.
The light turned red and the car stopped by an outdoor skating rink and he watched the people laugh and dance on their skates. Their happiness made him feel even more lonely. “God, I’d give anything to be like those people.”
“Be careful what you wish for, the woman in the red sweater has cancer.” Butch turned in saw a stranger wearing a three piece suit and hat sitting against the opposite door from him.
“Who the hell are you?” he stammered. He didn’t remember anyone getting in the car with him and the doors were locked but he’d had quite a few drinks so he wasn’t entirely certain.
“My name’s Jack and I grant wishes,” the man said, tipping his hat.
“Oh Jesus… I’m wasted.” He knocked on the driver’s window and told him to let the guy out but when the driver asked who he was talking about, Jack was gone. Butch decided to get out and walk for a few blocks, thinking the cool air would sober him up before meeting his family. His wife would give him hell if he showed up wasted in front of the kids again.
He walked through a park without noticing the people around him, unable to see past his own thoughts, his mind filled with the end of his career. Wandering around without paying attention to where he was, he eventually collapsed on a park bench and put his face in his hands. “Why did I have to fuck up my leg last summer? Why did it have to happen to me?”
“Yeah… poor guy… about to face unemployment with only five million in the bank. I can’t imagine a worse life.” Butch looked up and saw the guy from the car sitting beside him on the bench.
“Fuck I’m cracking up,” he said. “I’m seeing things.”
“Oh no, I’m very real. My name really is Jack and I do really grant wishes.”
“So you’re my fairy god mother?” Butch said sardonically.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Jack frowned. “But I’m the closest you’re going to get.”
“So I can wish for a billion dollars?”
“As long as you have someone else around to wish to so you can get out of prison when the IRS comes after you for tax evasion on your hidden fortune,” Jack grinned.
“Ahhh fuck… it’s like that is it? Gotta think on this kinna shit… what if I just asked for my leg to be like it was before?”
“So that your friend Mr. Powers can just screw it up again the next time he tackles you?” Jack rolled his eyes. “Sounds like the perfect use of a wish.”
“Ken Powers… that guy’s a muscular beast. I wish I was like that,” he said.
“You could be like him you know.”
“Yeah and then get kicked out for doping when I gain 100 pounds over night,” Butch said.
Jack laughed. “Excellent, you’re learning how the game works.” Then he locked his gaze with a deadly seriousness. “But… what if I could give you your wish without anyone noticing anything had changed but you?”
“Your arms could literally burst through their sleeves in front of your mother and she’d ask you why you buy such cheap clothes. People could watch you grow and still think you had always been that size.”
“Really? So you can make me into a muscular beast without anyone knowing that you did it? You could make me bigger and faster than ever?”
Jack’s green eyes twinkled as his mouth curled into a grin. “I can do anything. Reality can be bent and twisted to fit your needs.” He pulled out a card and handed it to him. “Just take this and make your wish.”
Butch laughed drunkenly. “Heh, fairy godmother… I’ve already made my wish. Aren’t you supposed to pull out a wand and do a dance or something?”
A flash of annoyance passed over Jack’s face. “All right… have it your way…” Reaching into his coat he pulled out what looked like a magic wand. “You want something more like this? Sala-gadoola-menchika-boola-bippity-boppity-boo!!” He pointed the wand at Butch and a burst of energy hit him in the chest like a battering ram. Butch felt like a linebacker had slammed into him as he was thrown off the bench and landed face first into a bush.
He slowly felt himself to see whether he was all in one piece before picking himself up out of what had been a topiary fish. He looked around but Jack was gone again. Wiping the leaves and twigs off of him he pulled out his cell phone and called his driver to pick him up to take him home.
The next morning his wife woke him up. “Your coach called, he wants to have a talk with… Jesus Butch, why do you sleep in crap like that?”
He groggily opened his eyes and looked down and gasped. The loose fitting t-shirt that he always slept in had him in a strangle hold. The sleeves were fraying at the seams. Moving his biceps caused them to rip. Suddenly the wish came back to his mind and he pulled the sheets up to his chin to keep his wife from seeing. She just rolled her eyes and walked out. Butch walked into the bathroom and peeled the tattered shirt from his body and gasped. His arms and had swollen an insane amount. He felt his muscles as they strained against his tight skin. “Fuck… that shit actually worked.”
Then his wife walked in and rubbed his enormous bicep. “Sorry to hear about your game last night. Do you think they’ll understand about the leg?”
“My leg!” He shouted and pulled off the workout shorts that he slept in, leaving him completely naked. His legs had swelled as well during the night. He stretched the massive sinuous thighs in the mirror. “Shit, they’re huge!”
“Of course they are… you’ve only been working on them for ten years,” she said not comprehending his surprise. In her mind they’d been that big for as long they had been married.
“You don’t see any difference?” he asked.
“Oh dear of course I do. You work so hard,” she said, trying to be convincing not wanting to disappoint him. She thought he was talking about some marginal gains that she couldn’t really see. It was clear however that she couldn’t tell a difference from the day before.
Then suddenly he noticed his cock was dangling a few inches lower than usual. “Jesus, my dick!” he muttered.
“Oh you’re ridiculous,” she said, walking out.
With her out of the room, he stepped on the bathroom scale and gasped. He was over 320 pounds. He’d grown 97 pounds during the night. Feeling his massive pecs he stared at his new body in the mirror. “How could she not notice the difference?”
“Because that’s what you wished for you idiot.” Butch jumped seeing the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Jack was suddenly standing in the corner. He quickly grabbed a towel to cover himself.
“How’d you get in here!?” he shouted.
“The same way I get anywhere.” Jack replied.
“Why doesn’t she notice how big I am?”
“Of course she notices how big you are. She just doesn’t realize you’ve changed. In her mind you’ve looked like this since college. And it’s not just her mind,” he said pointing to family photos on the wall. He was massive in each of them.
“What else has changed?”
“Absolutely nothing. You’ve had the same life you’ve always had. Even the clothes you were wearing are the same,” Jack grinned pointing to the fact that his tux had ripped in one of his wedding photos.
“You better not have screwed anything up!” Butch growled.
“Or what?” Jack pulled out the wand from the night before and butch flinched behind one of his 25-inch arms.
“Okay, okay, you don’t have to be like… that.” When he looked up, Jack was gone. He walked out into his bedroom with his towel on and grabbed his phone. His coach had called several times. Butch pressed the button to return the call.
“Hey, big guy. You know I’ve been on the phone with the owner all morning thinking one thing. Why do we have you as a wide receiver? You’re clearly not living up to your potential in that position. I think a big guy like you would make a much better fullback. We want to make the change before the next game.” They spoke for a while until Butch suddenly wondered how his coach knew what had happened, after all he hadn’t seen him since the change.
“But how do you know I’ve gotten bigger?”
“Ha! You’re a bucket of laughs. Also before I let you go, you need to get measured for a new uniform. You look ridiculous out on the field. I got a call from the commissioner this morning and we have to get serious about this. Looking back at it I can’t believe we’ve gotten away with it for so long.”
“What?!” Butch asked confused.
“Just turn on ESPN. Look I’ve got to run.” Butch hung up and turned on the TV and was shocked to see himself all over the screen.
“How did we not notice how ridiculous this man’s uniforms are?” Someone was saying as pictures flashed up on the screen. His shirts didn’t fully cover his abs in any of them. His uniforms were ridiculously stretched some of them were ripped. “The cups don’t even fit him right!” Butch gasped as the outline of his cock head could be seen through the tight shorts. “We checked folks and this goes all the way back to his college years and nobody said anything.”
“You see? Only you changed.” He glanced over and saw Jack sitting at the foot of his bed. “The rest of the world doesn’t think you’re any different.”
“I… I… don’t get it!”
“Of course you don’t Butch… you’re as dumb as a sack of hammers! But you will… I haven’t even begun to give you your wish!” Jack pointed the wand at Butch, there was a loud bang and he was hurled into the closet. Butch sat up, pulling the crumpled clothes off of him when he felt his pecs bulging out even more. He looked down and saw his chest ballooning out with new growth. His arms and deltoids were inflating too as his skin stretched over ever more mounds of muscles. He looked up and saw the shirts in his closet rip and fall off their hangers. His cock snaked down his swelling legs and his balls grew to the size of apples. “Oh… fuck..,” he said feeling his pecs pushing his fingers apart as they inflated.
He heard a massive amount of ripping as the pants all about him, that he wasn’t even wearing, started to tear as his huge muscular butt got wider and wider. Everything he’d ever worn was getting torn to shreds. “What the fuck Jack! Why are you destroying my shit!”
“I’m not!” Jack walked over to the door to the closet. “You destroyed each one of these things when you put them on over the years.” Butch felt himself stretching as he grew taller, reaching almost the 7-foot mark but still he continued to bulk as he passed 450 pounds. His clothes were falling around him like confetti.
“But I never destroyed anything like this!”
“Oh but you did! You clearly can’t fit in any of this stuff but that doesn’t change history. You put this stuff on and it fell apart and then for some reason you had it washed and put back in the closet. I told you, the only thing that changed was you. Not a single item of clothing is any different.” He tossed him his wedding photos, everyone was smiling like normal including Butch, but he was completely naked with shreds of his tux at his feet. His foot long soft cock and softball sized nuts were hanging down his massive thighs.
Suddenly the sound of ESPN drifted into the closet. “Holy [bleep] folks! Can you believe they’ve let Butch Mitchel play completely naked for the last ten years!?”
“Oh come on man, that’s just the way it goes, the dude’s got a massive body, it can’t be easy to find clothes to fit all that,” another commentator said.
“He’s not the first unusually large guy to play football. Why are we making exceptions for him?” the host asked.
“I guess because… well… I mean things have been this way for years and you ain’t said nothing yet.” Butch looked through the door of his closet to his bedroom TV. Blurred pictures of him getting tackled naked were flashing up on the screen.
“What I think you should be asking is why he got sacked so much by guys half his size,” said one of the announcers.
Butch turned to Jack. “What the fuck is going on!?”
“How many times do I need to explain it? You’ve lived your entire life same the way you have up to now. According to the rest of the world, you are as you’ve always been. You’ve worn the same clothes (or tried to), been sacked by the same players, done everything the same. But that doesn’t mean the future will be the same. Some people are starting to wonder why you got to hang around naked everywhere. Other people are just going to shrug and remember that’s the way things have always been.”
His wife came into the room and found Butch, alone, going through his torn garments. “Are you ready? It’s time to go to lunch with Pete and Carole.”
“I… uhh… was just looking for something to put on…” He replied.
“Oh come on, I’m in a hurry, can you just skip the ritual of destroying a pair of pants before heading out.”
“But I’m naked!”
“You’re always naked… that’s your thing… isn’t it?” She suddenly couldn’t remember if they had ever talked about something so obvious that she had always apparently taken for granted.
“I can’t go out like this!”
“Like what?” she said, scratching her head.
“Not wearing any clothes!”
“Ummm… you haven’t worn anything for years and suddenly this is an issue now?” She was starting to think about it more. Why hadn’t this come up before? But she didn’t have time to deal with it now. “Look we’re running late!”
Thirty minutes later they were sitting in one of the nicest restaurants in town. Everyone was staring. Butch was famous and his physique and exposed skin made him easy to spot. “Jeeze Carole people can be so rude, just because Butchy was on TV all morning doesn’t mean people have to treat us differently.” Pete and Carole were staring at the enormous football player who was turning red. They wondered how they had gone out like this all these years.
“So… what’s new with you two…” Carole said trying to turn the conversation.
“Well, we’re taking Butch to a tailor this afternoon.”
“A tailor? Wow, you’re giving up the ‘hang loose life’,” Pete said, a little relieved.
“I mean… I like pants just like everyone else…” Butch replied. His skin was scarlet as he blushed under everyone’s stare.
“You’d never know it,” Pete muttered to his wife.
Out in his apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, Ryan Billings flopped down on his couch. “Another one stopped texting.”
“Oh? The infamous porn star that I’ve heard so much about,” replied a handsome man with a scruffy beard and long golden hair. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and torn jeans. His toes toyed with a pair of flip flops that slid on and off his feet. “I wonder why he would have moved on?” he said gently but sarcastically.
Ryan blushed. “You think he got tired of screwing around?”
“Even porn stars want to find love. That requires some ‘clothes on’ time. Maybe you should be looking for people who you want to do more than sex with?”
“I knoooow… Xavier… I need to settle down. It’s just these… distracting guys come my way and I know they’re not the one for me but I can’t help wanting to play around. Then they just disappear. Blake was the third one this year.”
“You’re young and attractive, all sorts of things are bound to come your way. The trick to settling down is to learn to focus on what you really need and not get distracted by all the eye candy that’s out there. I know it’s fun, but there’s way more to life than this.”
“Heh, I guess you’re right.” Ryan looked over at Xavier. He owed everything to him. His life had been going in a tail spin until he showed up. He always treasured his advice. “Kind of stupid of me to be a whore when I could be finding true love.”
Xavier laughed again. “Heh, as long as you’re safe I think there’s plenty of time to find love in your life. There’s no need… to… rush…” His voice trailed off distractedly as he glanced at the television. The show Ryan had been watching when he came in was now over and the news had come on. On the screen was a blurred image of a naked football player running down the field with the caption, “Football Commissioner says Giants can no longer play Butch Mitchell without a uniform.”
He furrowed his brows. “That’s not right…”
“Yeah I know, he’s so hot,” Ryan said with a grin. “If they let him play all these years like that, they should just keep going! It’s the only reason to watch the Giants play.”
“No… it’s changed…” he said slowly.
“Yeah I know, they won’t let him do it anymore.”
Xavier looked at Ryan carefully. “You think he’s always been this way?”
“I mean that’s his signature look,” Ryan said confused.
Xavier shook his head and muttered to himself. “Jack…”
Xavier jumped up. “I have to go.”
“You just got here.”
“I know but something really important just came up and I need to check it out. I’ll be back before the end of the week,” he said, walking into the bedroom.
“Wait but what about my…” Ryan said following him in but he was gone, “…love life…” He was always popping in and out like that. Usually not so suddenly as this. He wondered what could be wrong. Ryan turned back to the TV and watched Butch Mitchell’s bouncing pecs without listening to the droning voice of the news anchor until they switched to another story. Then he opened a book and started reading for one of his classes.
A few hours later there was a knock at the door. Ryan opened it to find two hot guys with biceps bulging out of their uniforms. “Are you Ryan Billings?”
“Yyyes?” he said, shocked.
“My name’s Jamie and this Adrian,” he said pointing to his companion. “Congrats, man! We’re from Comcast and you’ve been selected for a free trial of Xfinity Boost. We want to test out our new broadband technology on real customers to see how 20% extra bandwidth impacts your day to day life.”
“What do I have to do?” Ryan asked.
“Nothing at all. Just let us install it and fill out a small survey at the end of the study and you’re good to go.”
“Well, sure then, the modem’s this way.” Ryan said leading him to the living room. Jamie smiled to himself. They’d been so clever, no one really noticed a 20% difference in net speed. He would install the bugs in plain sight and Ryan would probably convince himself that his net was working slightly faster. They would hear everything that went on in the apartment.
By the next day Butch had found an enormous robe that he could wear to cover up while new clothes got custom made. His driver pulled into the stadium where he hoped they would have a uniform ready that he could fit into. That had been the promise at least.
His coach came up to him. “Sorry, Butch, the uniform didn’t come in yet. People are starting to have a problem with you going out naked every game. You’re not in regulation gear and the networks are wondering why they let you do this for years. I think you’ve got to stay in the locker room for this one.”
The game began and the players ran out and Butch sat in the team hot tub. He felt less out of place that way. He looked down at his massive chest, it was so big that he couldn’t see his abs anymore. “You know I’ve never understood what people enjoy about these things.” He looked up and saw Jack leaning over the opposite end. “Is it really all that pleasant to poach yourself?”
“What’ve you done!? They’re not going to let me play!” He said pounding the side of the tub.
“Well… things could be worse. People might have caught on that you’ve changed. Now you’re just someone who’s gotten away with something for years that society is suddenly rethinking, like the porn mustache. Your fans will still love you, your haters will still hate you, and you’ll still be rich. What’s the problem?”
“I wanted to play football! That’s the problem!”
“Well, I don’t know about what you wanted, but you wished to be a muscular beast! And that reminds me… we haven’t quite gotten there yet!” He reached into his pocket, pulled out the wand and dropped it in the hot tub. The water turned purple and started to really froth. Butch wanted to jump out but he couldn’t move.
The purple color started to run up his veins and spread all over his body. His pecs bulged out as two new pecs grew in, stacked underneath the other massive set. Butch felt a pressure in his arm pits as two new arms pushed their way out from them. His balls grew to the size of melons, then soccer balls, then beach balls until they poked out of the water. Butch could feel his cock moving up his body, it was slithering all over him like a snake as he began to cum all over himself.
A long tail sprouted from his back side and bulked up as his toes arched and he began to growl. Horns sprouted from his elbows. All he could think to do was fuck someone. He turned to where Jack had been standing but he was gone. Then one of the assistants came in and took one look at Butch. “Oh fuck… he’s in one of his moods again.”
Butch sprang out of the water, holding his balls in his lower arms and pounced on the guy. In a moment the poor assistant’s clothes were missing and Butch’s massive purple cock was working its way into his ass. He groaned as Butch pumped him with gallons of cum bloating out the otherwise fit man.
A team manager walked in and saw what was going on. “Jesus… why did we think this was going to work?”
A crisp wind blew from the roof of the stadium, a lone figure in a hat and grey overcoat looked down on the crowds below. There was a newly minted monster just waiting to burst out into the crowd and lots of fit people down there that Butch would like to play with. He wondered how many fans and team-mates Butch would end up breeding.
“I see you’re up to your old games.”
Jack didn’t look up. “Actually it’s a new one, dear. But then again, you never did pay much attention to my work. It’s been what… nineteen-ninety… two? Since we last saw each other.” There was a long pause. Jack remained enraptured on the crowd. “I would give you a hug, Xavier, but I’m slightly occupied at the moment. The New York Giants are about to get butt raped and I’m deeply curious about their response.”
“Guess you’ll just have to imagine it then.” The other shouted as his long locks danced in the wind. “I locked your pet up.”
Jack looked up for the first time. “Well, I thought that went against your principles. I’m sure he didn’t ask to be confined. You violated his will.”
“I acted on the wishes of the 15 staff members he was plowing.”
“Oh…” Jack said. “Well I suppose there is that… this whole issue of consent you forced onto us is always so complicated. I get so confused.” He grinned.
“What are you doing in New York?”
“Is it so bad that I want to put down roots?” Jack countered. “Why do you ask? Is there something here that you’re keeping from me?”
“I think it’s time you moved along.” Xavier scowled.
“Well… that is a problem because I just moved into a cozy little space in Queens. You really should drop by. There are so many people just dying to meet you there. But no… you always did find my pets distasteful.”
“If you want to surround yourself in misery, leave me out of it,” said Xavier. “But I will be watching you.”
“I hope so. You know how I love your company… and I would hate you to miss the show,” he said before jumping over the edge. Xavier walked over to where Jack had been standing. He didn’t need to look, he could feel he was gone. He turned his thoughts to the poor monster down below, it was going to take a while to fix all of this.
[This chapter is a bit of an experiment. I’m trifling with the effect of multimedia on the reading experience. When you get to the link in the story, click it and a song will play that goes with story. Don’t try to match it to the words on the page, just enjoy the effect.]
Ryan had been standing by the baggage claim at LaGuardia airport for at least ten minutes. The olive skin of his toned pecs poked out from sides of his clingy white tank. He enjoyed showing them off wherever possible. A gray hoodie was tied around his waist in defiance of the autumn chill outside. Out of the corner of his eye, a girl had been checking him out for the past five minutes and he was entertaining himself by running through the odds in his head that she would talk to him. ‘Hmmm… 40-60? Clearly wants me to notice she’s looking… 50-50? Oh wait, here she comes…”
“Jeeze, I can’t believe how long it takes to get the luggage from the plane.”
“Yeah,” Ryan replied with a friendly chuckle that meant he couldn’t think of a reply.
“You just fly in from Spain? I didn’t see you on the plane,” she said pointing up at the international flight emblazoned on the screen above the luggage carousel. She was certain she would have noticed someone that hot.
“Nah… waiting for my best friend,” he said. “Haven’t seen him in like, a year.”
“Oh? You guys got big plans tonight for your re-union,” she asked.
“Eh, can’t decide. Thinking about the Barracuda or the Eagle,” he said, watching the hope drain out of her face as he named two gay bars. She inwardly cussed the fact that all the hot guys she met were gay. “OMG Nick! Over here!” he said suddenly running toward a chubby guy in a black jacket.
Nick felt pummeled by the enthusiastic hug of his athletic friend. “Whoa! Oxygen!” he cried dramatically, but secretly he wanted it to last forever. Ryan laughed and shook him playfully. “Can’t believe your study abroad is over and you didn’t bring me back a hot Spaniard as a souvenir.”
“Oh… he’s still in the suitcase. I hope I gave him enough air holes,” Nick said, wishing he could have been a hot conquistador right at that moment. Perhaps then he would have had a shot at being more than Ryan’s ‘best bud’.
The night that followed was a whirlwind of catching up. After half a year abroad it was like no time had passed at all between them. Nick spent some time telling about his adventures in Madrid but inevitably the conversation was steered to Ryan’s love life. He talked for hours about guy after guy coming into and out of his life. Nick listened intently. Partly because he liked to live vicariously through Ryan’s sexcapades, partly because he got off imagining Ryan in all of these situations, and partly because he just loved watching him talk.
Every story required a new drink and before long both of them were staggering back to Ryan’s apartment. “Can you believe it man?” Ryan stammered as they swayed down the sidewalk. “I had three studs in a row that all just up and disappeared? Not even a good bye or anything for any of them.”
It was 10 p.m. by the time they stumbled off the elevator at Ryan’s floor. Though chilly outside, the radiators in the building made it downright toasty as they sat on the couch to watch Netflix. Ryan was perfectly contented. There was something about having his best friend around that made his cares fall away like dirt in a warm shower. Pulling off his tank top he cuddled against his comfortable friend and began to drift into sleep.
“Oh Nick… if only I could find a guy like you,” he mumbled as consciousness bubbled away. The words, though well meaning, secretly stung Nick like no insult ever had. ‘A guy like you…’, rang inside of his head again and again. As his head bobbed up and down on Ryan’s bare pecs, Nick asked the empty room, “Why couldn’t it be me?” Soon the both of them were asleep, blissfully unaware of the listening device under the television.
“Oh Nick… if only I could find a guy like you…”
“Why couldn’t it be me?”
“Oh Nick… if only I could find a guy like you…”
“Why couldn’t it be me?”
The lights in the old dressing room were dim as Jack replayed those two sentences again and again as his cat purred in his lap. “Yes… perhaps it could be you.” He nudged the cat awake. “I think our fortunes may have changed, Cadence.” The cat stretched in his lap. “This is going to take some planning. Go get the boys.”
A week later Nick found himself at the Eagle, a leather bar in Chelsea, with Ryan. Well, technically he was there was with Ryan. The two had gone in together but his hot friend had gotten drunk, lost his shirt some hours before and the two had gotten separated in the crowds on the dance floor. Not that Nick minded so much, Ryan always had more stamina than him. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a drink, when he saw his stud of a friend.
Ryan had emerged from the convulsing throngs, grinding up against what he could only describe as a nordic god. He was a towering hunk of shredded meat. Those bulging arms were wrapped around Ryan’s toned shoulders as their perky pecs pressed against one another. Nick watched as the lights of the club danced off their shimmering delts and biceps and they moved like one. Toned as Ryan was, the stranger easily dwarfed him.
“Wonder where he found that…” Nick muttered as his heart sank. Ryan would always be scoring guys like that, while never seeing him as anything more than a friend. He was just going to be that funny guy who had the perfect personality to be his boyfriend but lacked the one thing needed to seal the deal, “…that body.” He looked at the stranger with crazy jealousy, at that perfect 8 pack that gyrated against his friend’s supple body, feeling he’d give anything to be him right now.
“Your friend seems to be having a good time,” came an unfamiliar voice. Nick turned and saw two massive guys in matching tank tops. He must have been really focused on Ryan to not have noticed them. “I’m Jaime, this is my friend Adrian.”
“H-hi… I guess he is having a good time,” Nick said.
“Uhh… why not join him?” Adrian asked.
“I… don’t think I quite fit in with that group.” The three of them started chatting. Nick thought these two strangers seemed friendly enough and before he knew it, an hour of jokes and stories had passed. They were having a great time when Jaime something odd.
“You know, I used to sit in that chair, looking out at the hot guys.” He pulled up a picture on his phone and handed it to Nick. “That was me.”
Nick gasped. He might have been chubby but the guy staring up at him from the phone was at least as big around as he was tall. “This… was… you…?” he stammered in disbelief at the chiseled stallion of a man standing before him. Looking carefully, the eyes, nose and ears were the same. “Wow… I wish I had the discipline to do that.”
“What discipline? You don’t think either of us worked to look like this do you?” Jaime laughed. “We just met someone who could help us out and our lives were never the same.”
“Were you fat too?” Nick asked Adrian.
“No… uh.. super skinny,” he replied showing him a picture. Nick’s jaw dropped. Adrian had clearly gained well over 100 pounds of raw muscle.
“Who is this guy? Can I meet him?” Nick asked half joking, half serious.
“Of course, we could take you to him if you like. I’ll bet he could help you get any guy on that dance floor,” said Jaime. “…particularly the one you keep looking at.” Nick jerked his head away realizing how indiscreet he had been. “Our friend is at Blue Lantern down the street, we were actually about to head that way before we ran into you. Why not come with us and we could introduce you?”
“Yeah… but… I came with my friend.”
“Text him where you’re going, it won’t take too long. I think he’ll be occupied for a while.” Jaime spoke with practiced disinterest. “Or… sit in that chair and wait for him to notice you.”
Fifteen minutes later Nick was standing out in the rain in front of an empty bar. Inside a single bartender was wiping down an oaken counter top. He had no idea why he was here but definitely wished there were more people in the place. “Looks like your friend isn’t here.”
“It’s still early,” Jaime said walking in. Nick followed him in and sat at the bar. The bartender was sharply dressed, in a crisp white shirt, gray vest, and striped tie. His hair was turning slightly grey at the temples and he looked Nick with piercing green eyes.
“You look like you could use a drink my friend. Let me guess… a Dark and Stormy?”
“That’s one of my favorites,” Nick said and the bartender got to work.
“I can always tell.” He slid the drink in front of Nick. “He must be something.”
“Huh?” Nick looked up.
“This boy,” he said, polishing a smudge off of a glass with the bar towel. “The one that you’re head over heels over.” He laughed as he moved onto another glass without looking over. “Don’t act startled. You came here looking for a miracle and you’re surprised by a parlor trick.”
Nick gasped. “You’re…”
“The person you came to see? Yes. The name’s Jack.”
“I didn’t expect you to be a bartender.”
“Well you’re exactly what I expected.” Jack grinned tossing the glass over his shoulder, causing it to shatter with a loud crash. “And that means it’s your lucky day my friend. I’m going to grant you a wish.”
“What?” Nick backed away from the bar thinking this was an elaborate prank. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but it’s not funny!”
Jack grinned and spread his arms. “Does this look like a joke to you?” Nick looked down and suddenly the bar, which had been empty before, was crowded with all sorts of cocktails that as though they’d just been prepared. Nick took a few timid steps backward, unsure of what was going on.
“I can give you anything.” Suddenly Nick fell backward, tripping over a sack of cash that wasn’t previously there. “You need money?”
“Or maybe a just a puppy… you are pretty lonely.” As he spoke the sack began to move and a small golden retriever poked it’s nose out of it.
“But we both know there’s only one cure for your loneliness don’t we? You’re in love.” Jack picked up the remote and clicked on the large flat screen behind the bar. A picture of him cuddling with a shirtless Ryan popped up on the screen. “You’d give all the money in the world to move beyond drunken friendship cuddles wouldn’t you?”
“You could make that happen?” Nick stammered, was this the offer he thought it was? “You can make Ryan….” he fought the thought even as it took shape in his mouth.
“Fall in love with you?” Jack laughed but inwardly he wished it were that easy. If only he could just snap his fingers and make Ryan fall for anyone he chose. He’d have been off this miserable rock by now. He needed to lead the boy toward something he could grant. “And how long would you be happy knowing that the only reason he loved you was because I snapped my fingers. Is that what you really want? To alter the mind of someone you care about as if he were some programmable toy?”
Nick sighed, “I guess not…”
“But… there’s another option.” Jack clicked the remote and Nick saw himself on the screen. “With a bit of a tan.” *click* “A six pack” *click* “And the right accessories.” With each press of the button the screen changed, making the image of Nick into more of a hunk. All of the fat had been sculpted into a beautiful muscular form. “You see Nick, with a few alterations, he wouldn’t see you as just ‘a great guy.’”
The words stung. Nick couldn’t remember how many times Ryan had called him that. “I just need a body that he’d be attracted to.”
“What was that?” Jack said, pulling out a card from his pocket and handing across the bar.
Nick took the card without thinking. “I said I wish I was someone he’d want to date.”
“Perfect,” Jack said as the card burst into flames and all of the lights in the bar went out. It was difficult to see but the bar seemed suddenly closed. He was completely alone. Chairs were stacked up on tables and there was no sign that anyone else had even been there. Nick wondered if he’d been hallucinating.
“Hello!?” he shouted but no one answered. He groped his way to the door and gave it a push, but found it locked. Had those guys just been some delusion? How did he even get in here? Nick fumbled for the lock, hoping there was no kind of security alarm when suddenly he heard a screeching sound from outside. Nick looked up as tires squealed. A speeding car had lost control in the road. In a flash it had jumped the curb, crossed the sidewalk, and burst into the door in an explosion of glass and everything went black.
Nick opened his eyes. When the room came into focus he saw that he was looking up at a white ceiling fan in a bright yellow room that he didn’t recognize. “What happened?” he groaned. “Wha?” His voice sounded deeper. “Where am I?”
Then the memory of the car exploding through the glass doors of the bar flooded back into his mind. Had someone pulled him out of there? If so, why wasn’t he taken to a hospital? His fingers searched his face for injuries but found only the rough touch of thick stubble. He had shaved before they went out last night, how long had he been asleep? Then he noticed something that caused his jaw to drop. The light was shimmering off of a perfect bicep. It… appeared to extend out from his body but it looked nothing like him. He stared at his arm, sculpted like an Olympic god, in disbelief as prominent veins danced over his muscles as he flexed. Was this a dream?
He felt the ridges of his triceps and marveled how even the sides of his sculpted arm were bulging with muscles he didn’t even know the names of. His fingertips fell into the valley between his biceps and enormous deltoids. They were really his muscles! He could feel their every contour and they felt his touch back. He could flex them and rotate them.
As he moved, his arm rubbed up against his chest in a weird way. His pecs were so big, his biceps actually grazed them when he moved them forward. He sat up and the blanket fell away, granting him a view those enormous slabs of meat beneath his chin. His chest felt heavy and his arms and lats were actually bulging against each other. Looking down, he saw a perfect 8 pack. There was not a shred of fat on him. “Am I dreaming?” he asked himself.
“Oh no, it’s all very much real.”
Nick looked up and saw Jack sitting on the end of the bed. “It’s you!”
“The one and only.” Unlike the night before, he was wearing a gray suit, gloves and a fedora, like a businessman from the fifties.
“Your wish has been granted.”
“So this… this is my body?” he said feeling down the ridges of his cum gutters as his rippling thighs rubbed against one another.
“Well yes and no…” Jack said. “This is your body now. Last night it belonged to someone else but I’ve taken care of that. If you look in the mirror you might even notice who it was.”
“Wha?” Nick turned to look into a large mirror perched atop a white dresser. The man looking back at him was a complete stranger. He had to wave his arms several times to register that it was him. Awestruck, he ran each of his fingers along the rock hard ridges that were now his abs. He didn’t even know they could be that solid.
“Yes… that’s you in the reflection. You’ve swapped places with someone. A person Ryan would consider dating,” said Jack. “You have his apartment, his job, his car, and all of his assets,” Jack said, walking over to Nick and pinching his face.
“This… is my face…” Nick stood up to look at himself in the dresser mirror. The sheets fell away from his naked lower body. The reflection was that of a stranger with dirty blonde hair, a thin blanket of dark stubble, and radiant blue eyes. That perfect face was framed by two rolling traps and bulging shoulders. His eyes shifted downward to the hefty sausage between his legs, it made his old cock look pathetic in comparison. He wondered how big it would be hard.
“You still don’t recognize the body?” Jack asked. “You were staring pretty hard at it last night. Get a better look with these,” Jack said pointing at some glasses on the table.
“Wait, I still wear…”
“Are you really going to complain about a little nearsightedness after all I’ve given you?” Jack said. “Besides, it’s not like Ryan minded them last night.”
As he ran his hands down the line where his ribs emerged from an intricate patchwork of back muscle, the truth hit Nick like a pile of bricks. “I’m that guy he was dancing with last night!”
“It took you long enough. You might be interested to know he was here last night.”
“Ryan was here?!” Nick stammered.
“Well obviously… you don’t dance with someone like that and then go have coffee. He had to leave in a hurry though before anything juicy could happen.”
“What’s my name?” asked Nick.
“Well that’s the kicker, his name was Nick too. I really did look out for you. Why make things more complicated than they need to be?”
Nick was admiring how his muscles striated out from the V, a perfect set of cum gutters, at his waist when his stomach started rumbling. Veins bulged up from his groin over his lower abs. “Fuck I’m hungry.”
“Don’t look at me, I’m not your cook. You’ve got a fully stocked kitchen. Figure out how to use it.”
In a few minutes Nick had found some briefs that fit snugly over his bulging ass and was scrambling some eggs over the stove. He had a huge ass before but this one was amazing. He wondered how many squats it would take to do this naturally.
“Jack… you said I had a job. What do I do? I don’t have any memories from this guy.”
“Not to worry, we can go over all of that later,” Jack said, looking through the magazines on the counter. “Men’s Health… he really was a gym rat. And if I’m here where is the other Nick?” the boy added, feeling his bulging quads.
“Don’t worry, he got what he wanted,” Jack said, picking up a hand written note on the kitchen counter and stuffing it in his coat pocket. Nick only had time to read the words, ‘To whoever finds this…’
“That’s what I do, I give people what they want because I’m a nice person… a very nice person. I even sent flowers to your former mother,” Jack said those last words off hand as if he were commenting on the kitchen back splash.
“I mean obviously your mother is different now. You can’t be a new person with the same mother… unless you wanted to swap places with your brother…”
“My family’s different!” Nick shouted. “What are they going to think?”
“I suppose they’re going to be thinking about how long to keep that old body on life support… it was really banged up from the wreck. The doctors are giving it a fifty / fifty chance of waking up but seeing as you’re no longer in it I don’t see why we’re concerned…”
“Oh my god! My mom thinks I’m dead!?”
“Not dead… possibly dying… there’s a big difference. She’s in the hospital with your old body. I assume she hasn’t pulled the plug already. I really hope she isn’t allergic to mums. I thought they went well with the color scheme in the ICU.”
“Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Which hospital!?”
“Look! I really wouldn’t go down there right now,” Jack cautioned.
“You tell me which hospital!”
It had taken Nick longer to get dressed than it normally would have because his clothes were so form fitting. It even took half a minute to zip his jeans up around that muscular bubble butt. He found his car in the parking deck and raced to New York-Presbyterian. When he got there he flew into the first spot he could find, not caring about what the signs said and then raced up to reception.
“I’m here to see… Nicholas… Jefferies…” it sounded strange saying his own name as if it belonged to a stranger. “I… He was… in an accident. I’m his… brother.” The receptionist looked through the list and told him where to go. Racing down the hall he saw a waiting room with clear windows into the hall where the ICU rooms were housed. One of the doors opened, and out came his mother. Her face was white and in the bed behind her was his body, hooked to more tubes than he could count.
“Oh god! Mom! Mom! It’s me!” he shouted banging on the glass. Misjudging his new strength the entire wall rattled but he didn’t notice. “Mom! I’m not dead!”
She looked at the stranger pounding on the glass outside. A nurse ran up. “Mrs. Jeffries? Are you ok?”
“I’ve never seen him before…” she said clasping her mouth and shrinking back into the room.
“Mom! It’s me! I know I look different! I’m not dead!! I’m not!! Agghhh—” A giant orderly tackled him from behind. Before he knew it several more were on top of him. “Fuck! No! That’s my… my mom!” he shouted.
Looking up to where she had been, he saw the TV in the waiting room tuned to the news. There was a large fire in the apartment building he’d just left. “…the eggs, I left them on the stove!” Suddenly he felt the sharp prick of a needle. In a minute he was dizzy, and soon he was out.
When Nick woke up he was in darkness. He felt a bed and sheet against his body. The room was cold and drafty. “Hello…”, his voice echoed as if it were in a large open hall. “Have a nice nap?”
A beam of light fell on a man in a suit and hat. The light revealed that they were on a large theatrical stage with the curtains rolled back. The rumble of the subterranean B line reverberated through every brick in the building. “Such a tiresome sound.” Jack sighed. “I can only keep you here for a moment. You’re supposed to be strapped to a bed in the psych ward. They’re about to commit you.”
“Why do you think? You burned down an apartment building and nearly assaulted a grieving mother in an ICU ward. I imagine you’re going to be hearing from your employer soon… I imagine they’re drawing up paperwork to be your former employer. I’ve been in this business a long time and I have to congratulate you. You’ve managed to screw up your new life in record time.”
Nick sat up in the bed, apart from a sheet, he was completely naked. He felt like there were hundreds of people watching him from the blackness of the dark hall, even though he couldn’t see them, as if he were in front of an audience. “Jack, you’ve got to fix this! This isn’t what I wanted.”
“I?” Jack said with amusement. “I’ve got to fix this?” He laughed. “I didn’t break anything. I told you not to go to the hospital, as a friend.”
“You’re not my friend!” Nick shouted.
“That’s where you’re wrong… I’m the only friend you’ve got right now. I’m the only one who can set everything right… but I would need something from you.”
“E… everything? It can all go back to the way it was?”
“Or better than it was, if you wish.”
“Unfortunately you’ve used up your wish.” Nick began to protest but Jack raised his hand. “There’s no need to panic… I’m sure we can work out a deal.”
“What do I have to do?” Nick asked.
“Oh… not much… not much at all when you consider what I’m prepared to give you,” he said tossing his coat and gloves into the darkness. They were caught things that looked like smokey shadows of people. Soon dozens of them were swirling through the air. Jack cocked his hat, and then tossed them his jacket.
“What are they?”
“Wisps… but don’t worry about them,” he said waving the wisps away. “Sometimes people don’t deliver on their end of a bargain.” Jack walked up to the bed and seized Nick by the shoulder with a powerful grip. “I’m going to level with you. We’re both in the same predicament. I got myself stranded on this dismal rock you call home long before you were born. Just like you, I was dealt a lousy hand. We’re both trapped, and we just want to get… ‘unstuck’. That’s where you come in.”
“You keep saying you need me for something…”
“Not that much actually, I just want you to go through with your original plan,” said Jack. “You’re already in love with this boy. Now you’ve got the looks to make that happen.” As he spoke a wisp flew down and took the shape of Ryan. “All I really want is for this gorgeous young man to fall in love with you.”
“That’s all you wanted!? Why did we have to…”
“Ah ah ah!” Jack waved his finger. “Don’t blame me for your predicament. We didn’t have to do it this way until you burned down your apartment and raved like a lunatic in the ICU. But what’s a little bump in the road on the great journey to love.” The facsimile of Ryan wrapped Nick in his arms causing his chest to pound. “Once he falls in love with you, all of your obligations to me are over and you and your lover can be together for the rest of your lives! And you can decide whether or not you want to keep this lovely body that I’ve so generously gifted to you or go back to the life you had before.
“Of course…” Jack changed his tone, “and I don’t want this to alarm you too much… while this little contract plays out, I own you. You give automatic consent to anything I wish. Agree to that and I’ll do everything in my power to help you and lover boy find your happily ever after,” he said, falling back into a dozen smokey arms in a dramatic swoon. “And then when he falls in love with you, there’s just one simple test, and you’re a free man.”
Nick could feel the fake Ryan’s muscles against his shirtless chest. He was starting to get a hard on. “But… if he doesn’t…” said Jack as Ryan’s figure began to waver. “If for some reason you back out of this arrangement prematurely…” Suddenly the boy shriveled back into a cloud of smoke and blew away into the darkness. “Well, we don’t need to worry about that do we?” Jack said, returning to his light-hearted tone. “I know you’d give anything to be with him.”
“But how does us falling in love help you?”
“Ah, yes, that’s where this man comes in.” A light came on behind them, illuminating a painting of a stunning man with long hair. Nick instantly recognized him. He’d seen him once or twice at Ryan’s place.
“Yes! You have seen him,” Jack shouted with a jump. “My other half, so to speak.”
“Wait… Ryan’s friend Xavier is… like you?”
“Like me? We’re two sides of the same coin. You don’t think Ryan got those flawless looks by accident do you?” Nick was speechless. “The point is, Xavier dotes over his children… that’s what he calls them… He thinks they just can’t get on in this world without him. All I want is for him to see Ryan happily settled, and that will make it so much easier to convince him that it’s time to go.”
Nick thought for a minute. Jack could easily be lying. “Why should I trust you after what you’ve done to me?”
Jack smiled and raised his hands. A burst of colored stage lights beamed down all around them, music began to tear through the air. “After all I’ve done? I gave you what you asked for and now that you’re in trouble, I’m offering you a way out. You need a savior right now. Think of me as… your own… personal… Jesus…”
Jack waved his hands and the stage came alive with movement. The bed slowly turned on a mechanical platform as gym equipment rose up from trap doors below. In the middle of the set was a chubby guy struggling to bench 90 pounds as an exasperated trainer looked on. “…someone to hear your prayers… someone who cares…” The lights flickered and suddenly Jack was standing next to the struggling slob, swatting the barbell away. “Your own…” the man’s chunky physique began to shape up with muscles that increasingly filled out his tank. His gut pulled into a six pack. “Personal…” His pecs and back were straining the flimsy straps. “Jesus…” The fabric stretched up over his abs as the meaty slabs of his chest lifted them up.
“Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who’s there!” He clapped his hands there was a flash and enormous bang on the stage and when the smoke cleared the former porker was flexing his flawless bare chest with the trainer feeling up his bicep. Jack chuckled. “Reach out and touch faith.”
The stage went dark as the music continued. A stage light flashed on, illuminating a circle in the opposite direction. Two gorgeous men were talking together, completely ignoring a puny runt who was looking with dejection. Suddenly Jack’s voice reverberated through the air. “Feeling unknown and you’re all alone, flesh and bone, by the telephone.” He stepped out of the darkness and offered a card to the scrawny boy. “Lift up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer!” The card erupted into flames that engulfed his bony frame. When the flames dispersed, a buff, rugged figure emerged with confidence and a chiseled jaw line.
“Take second best? Put me to the test.” Suddenly the guy’s cock began to grow out from his waistline to the amazement of the other two as they started to take notice. “Have things on your chest you need to confess?”
“I will deliver you know I’m a forgiver!” Suddenly the lights flashed and Jack was gone but the other three were naked. Previously disinterested and now on their knees, the two guys worshiped their 12’’ cock of their new Adonis.
“Ha! Reach out and touch faith!” Jack’s voice rang out as the lights went out once again.
The wisps pulled a sheet of astro-turf out onto the stage and a football team emerged from the darkness. Nick noticed that they seemed kind of thin for that sport and judging by the expressions on their faces, they seemed to know it. Suddenly Jack walked up from behind them. “Your own…” player 34 began to swell. “Personal…” player 22’s biceps inflated until his jersey was tight. “Jesus…” player 15’s tights were stretching.
“Someone to hear your prayers…” the players growled as their muscular bodies strove against the confines of their once loose fitting gear. “Someone who cares…”
“Your own…” their massive pecs begin to split their jerseys in half. “Personal…” their biceps rip through their sleeves. “Jesus…” Nick was riveted by the new and improved monstrosities that could only fit in their shoulder pads. One of them reached into the darkness and pulled a massive linebacker into the light and tackled him to the ground like a play toy before darkness enveloped the stage once again. “Yeah reach out and touch faith.”
Suddenly wisps surrounded him in the inky dark and grabbed his bed sheet. He could feel them wrapping it around his upper body like a straitjacket, exposing his ass and cock. A beam of light burst onto the bed. Jack was leaning over the foot as if he were about to crawl on top of him. “Feeling unknown and you’re all alone. Flesh and bone by the telephone.” Suddenly the sheets morphed into muscular arms that held him in a warm embrace. “Lift up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer…”
Nick looked back and found himself looking gazing into Ryan’s face. He could feel the warm body pressed against his back. “I will deliver, you know I’m a forgiver!”
Before he could do anything, massive guys in white coats grabbed him and pulled him out of that welcome embrace and started to pull him into the darkness. “Your own… personal… Jesus…”
Nick kicked and shouted as the two behemoth orderlies dragged him further away from the light, as if to some secret asylum. While all of the hunks who had appeared during the performance emerged from every corner of the ever more distant stage, and began to grind up against Ryan and each other as if it were an ever more distant orgy.
With every step, Nick could hear the repeating, haunting echo of Jack’s diminishing voice saying, “Reach out and touch faith.”
Suddenly he opened his eyes and Nick found himself alone and strapped to a hospital bed. Had all of that been real?
Nick felt the leather straps biting into his pecs and biceps as he struggled to move. Outside he could hear people talking. To his dismay, they appeared to be talking about him.
“Have you got the papers?”
“They’re right here.”
“Hard to believe a guy at the prime of his life would lose his marbles like that,” came another voice. “You think he’ll ever get out of Bellevue?”
“Hope so… hard to say. Is the deputy here to escort? His drugs might be wearing off.”
It was all true, they were coming to take him away. He could hear more footsteps coming down the hall. “Oh God Jack… help me,” he muttered. The voices were getting louder.
“Come on Jack, get me out of this,” he pled again.
The door handle was starting to turn. “Please Jack, I’ll do anything! I’ll take your deal. Just get me out of this!” Suddenly there was a searing pain as a burst of flame seared his hand. Out of the fire emerged the card Jack had given him before, only this time it had “Nick” written on it, in the same flowing script that once bore Jack’s moniker.
The door opened and a nurse walked into the room. The orderlies who had been speaking continued walking down the hall with a deputy in tow, on their way to another patient.
“Mr. Santino.” Nick stared, forgetting momentarily that his last name wasn’t Jefferies anymore. “I’m here to discharge you.”
“Your attorney explained everything to us.” The nurse undid the straps that held him down and nodded to his clothes folded neatly in a chair. “I’ll step out in a minute so you can get dressed. We’re so sorry for everything that’s happened to you.”
“Yes. Your attorney.” Jack poked his head through the door, hat in hand. As the nurse was busying herself unbuckling her muscular captive, Jack strode over to his side and plucked the card from his hand and tucked it into his coat pocket. “Everything seems to be in order. Put your clothes on so we can get out of here.”
Butch roared in the concrete enclosure that had been made available to him at the Bronx Zoo. Only he wasn’t known as Butch anymore. The two thousand pound beast was given a new name “Quadrilopithicus”. Each of the former football star’s massive four arms strained against the solid iron chains that kept him from decimating everything around him. His powerful tail thundered against the walls as his powerful cock drooled with anticipation of a new victim.
A lone figure stood in front of him, dwarfed by the massive behemoth. His long dirty blonde hair was tied in a long pony tail behind him. Butch was doing everything he could to pounce on the stranger, his massive balls had taken control of his brain. He needed to breed anything he saw. Xavier could smell his testosterone.
“Come now friend,” he said in a calm voice, so low that none of the observers could hear. “I must be able to get through to you on some level.” He took a few paces forward. The monster in front of him roared with such fury that people nearby had to shield their ears. The other animals in the zoo were beginning to go into a frenzy. Cum was splattering out of that giant cock in expectation of release and it pooled around the Goliath’s feet.
Xavier reached into the bag next to him and pulled out a large wafer of some kind and tossed it to the muscular beast in front of him. “Come on… I know your needs. Just eat it.”
The giant creature picked it up, it looked no bigger than a skittle in his hands. He sniffed it, and his giant pecs, each as heavy as an army ranger, flared up. “Go on…”, said Xavier. Butch put the item in his mouth and almost immediately a change came over him. He stopped struggling against the chains.
He grunted, looked down at his own cock. His slow plodding animal brain began to notice how nice it looked. Slowly he began to forget about everyone else and stroke himself with one of his four arms. As precum came pouring out of that massive spout, Xavier sighed. “And that my friend… is called entertaining yourself. No more raping.” Butch scratched his colossal body with one of his hands and grunted in pleasure. He was enjoying the process of… discovering himself.
There was an audible gasp from the keepers, vets, and scientists gathered around the perimeter of the enclosure. Xavier had spent the past week posing as a visiting scientist. Using his ‘talents’ he’d convinced the scientific community that Butch was a strange proto-human. While it was often impossible to undo Jack’s handiwork, he had become skilled in limiting its impact. Now the task at hand was to come up with a convincing explanation for what he had just done.
Nick watched the Manhattan towers slowly drift past as he sat in the back seat of a car with Jack. Adrian was playing chauffeur, huddled in the driver’s seat, so massive his pecs pressed against the wheel.
“So you see,” Jack said, “Once I told them your new mother was also in the hospital and that you simply got her confused with a ‘complete stranger’, they were sympathetic.”
“My new mother?” Nick said dumbfounded.
“Well, obviously I didn’t use those words exactly, but yes. You don’t think this body came out of thin air do you?” Jack said, patting Nick on the deltoid. “You have a new family. And obviously I needed some rational explanation for your behavior.”
“Wait… you put someone else in the hospital?” Nick shouted.
“Oh, she’s fine… just a minor problem with her heart or something or other,” Jack said, waving away Nick’s concerns as he would a buzzing gnat. “Don’t fret about it. She’ll be right as rain.”
“Where are you taking me?” asked Nick. “I don’t have anywhere to go since my apartment burned down.”
“As for the second point,” Jack began, “obviously you’re going to stay with me. We’re business partners after all. Unless you’d rather be homeless. But I’m not sure Ryan would dig that vibe. Now to answer your first question, Adrian is taking you to the gym.”
“Huh? But I already have the body I want.”
“You don’t think it’ll just stay that way do you?” Jack said perplexed.
“But couldn’t you make it so…”
“That you don’t have to do a damn thing to stay looking like this? I mean obviously I could… but then if I change even an inch of this—” Jack slapped in him on the back. “—Xavier would be able to sniff out my handiwork. As it is, you’ve just swapped into a body that was built by natural means, and you’d better keep it the way you found it.”
Nick sank down in his seat. He had never liked the gym. Gazing into the sky, he tried to take his mind off of his travails, the skyscrapers seemed to comb through encroaching storm clouds above. What choice did he have? “Couldn’t I just work out… by myself?” But when he looked back, Jack was gone.
Hours passed and afternoon ebbed into evening, rumbling clouds rolled in and the sky grew ever darker. A blinding light spilled into the observation room at the Bronx Zoo, followed by the roar of thunder. Apart from the occasional flash of lightning, Xavier stood in complete darkness, gazing out of the window as a startled Butch dropped his cock for the first time in hours and cowered under a ledge like a dumb animal, holding his massive cock balls in a tight embrace against his chest as if his junk were a teddy bear, causing cum to squirt all over his frightened face.
Without turning around, Xavier realized that he was no longer alone. “Did you come to watch his fear? Why do you delight in doing this to people?”
“Oh don’t look so sad dear, if anyone had fun in this dismal city today it was him. They’ll be cleaning out his pen for a week at this point.”
“Jack…” When Xavier turned he saw him twirling slowly in the office chair behind him.
“I see you’ve picked up a new profession, darling. You know how I love you in a uniform. It’s usually just t-shirt and flip flops with you.” He picked up an oaken desk plate with the name ‘Xavier DuMonte’ etched into it and pointed to his companion’s khaki zoo outfit. “So you’re a DuMonte now? You’ve really convinced the monkeys you’re one of them.”
“Why do you have to hurt these people?” Xavier sighed.
“If you mean your friend out there, I think he’s having much more fun than he was when I first found him,” Jack said, tossing the ruler in the air and catching it. “He would have been much happier if you hadn’t had him chained up but you seem to have fixed that situation just fine.”
“Is that why you’re doing this? To watch me clean up after you?”
“Quite frankly, I’m surprised you bothered with it for this long,” Jack said with a disinterested sigh. “You rarely seem concerned about the consequences of your decisions.”
“This crossed the line,” Xavier shouted. “We’re supposed to be observers. We’re not supposed to interfere.”
Jack grabbed his sides and belted out a hearty laugh. “I’m so sorry, but that’s hilarious coming from you.”
“You’re getting reckless,” Xavier shouted. “Hundreds could have been hurt. The world could have found out about us!”
“But they didn’t find out? Did they?” Jack said. “Not after you ripped out a page from my play book and made everyone think our little friend out there had always been some kind of missing link. Personally I liked him better raging out on the football field, but you always seem know what’s best.”
“Do you want everyone to know about us?” Xavier asked in exasperation. “You know how difficult that’s going to be for us.”
“I don’t see why. Unless… you’re afraid the little dears will come together to try and kill us once they figure out what we can do,” Jack chuckled. “But then… we could always just leave here before that happens.”
“We’re not leaving! Did you just come here to bother me?” Xavier asked with a groan. “You know I’m not going to let you change Butch anymore.”
Jack grinned and leaned back in the chair with his hands behind his head, allowing the brim of his fedora to cover his face down to his gray side burns. “Yes, I was busy when you mollied him today. Such a pity… I could have let my creative juices flow.” Propping his hat up with the desk plate to look at his counterpart, he added, “But really I was just stopping by to lend you some moral support.”
“Well… I might have been in the neighborhood to pay someone a visit.”
“If you weren’t so obstinately high minded that would be obvious,” Jack said with a smile. “All you need to do is take a little peek into their little chimp thoughts once in a while…”
“Jack you know that’s a violation of their privacy!”
“Yeah yeah yeah…” He grinned. “Well it looks like you’re just going to have to wait and see who’s next like everyone else.” A blinding flash of lightning hit a nearby tree, sending a palpable percussion through the room. The giant beast outside roared in terror. Xavier turned to him and realized as soon as he did, Jack would be gone when he turned around.
He had a nagging feeling in his chest. Should he go look for Jack to try and see what he was up to. Or was he simply trying to draw him away from where he was?
Miles away, Daniel Larson, superintendent of the Bronx Zoo, sipped on a golden cocktail as a sad piano droned in the background. He didn’t even know what he was drinking, he was so miserable he just wanted to keep them coming. He’d been working at that zoo for 10 years, 10 years! He’d built up a reputation for himself, a following even. Being highly skilled at what he did and a strikingly handsome man in his mid-forties, he’d picked up a cadre of admirers, and liked (or needed) the attention.
Then out of nowhere this Xavier DuMonte fellow shows up and steals the show in a matter of weeks. He was the expert of the zoo’s newest toy from Pakistan. How did a creature like that even exist in Pakistan? It was the only thing anyone wanted to hear about. Hadn’t Daniel got them the albino alligator, the orangutan who knew sign language, and the panda for god’s sake? If that wasn’t bad enough, he looked like he walked off the nearest runway. Daniel had always been the resident heart throb and it stung to lose both his professional status and the gaze of every queer in the place the moment that guy walked through the door.
“Ugghh… fuck my life,” he groaned as some forgotten jazz melody cascaded out of the bar piano. The music was putting him in an even worse mood.
Suddenly a voice came from behind. “Hey there… I uhhh… couldn’t help notice you were sitting alone.” Larson turned and met the gaze of gorgeous young man with piercing green eyes. The boy was toned, in a dark tank top. His face was flawless and his pale white skin was accentuated by his jet black hair. He couldn’t have been older than 25 and his eyes held an intensity that he liked.
“Pull up a chair,” he said with a smile. “The name’s Dan.”
“I’m Jack,” he said twirling an interesting green necklace in his fingers. “I was worried you wouldn’t be in the mood to talk. But you were cute enough that I wanted to risk it.”
In truth, he was in such a lousy mood that had it been just about anyone else he would have told them to get lost. However, at the age of 45, Dan was finding that these encounters happened less often than they used to and he was happy for the distraction. The two of them talked for nearly an hour and Jack seemed captivated by every word he said, often casually touching his hand or knee.
Finally Dan said, “Heyyy… uh… you’re really special. You want to take this back to my place?”
Jack laughed. “I guess you say that to all the boys like me.”
Dan smiled. “Heh, I haven’t talked to a guy like you in a long time.”
“Oh please… you can’t fool me. I’ll bet people go crazy over you.” Jack paused. “I have to confess to seeing you once or twice before and haven’t been able to get you off of my mind,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down Dan’s leg.
Dan laughed. “Well, maybe you won’t have to.” But just as he spoke a card fell out Jack’s pocket and landed underneath his bar stool.
“Oh crap, could you get that for me?” Jack said, gazing into Dan’s soul with those deep green eyes.
“Sure.” Dan bent over to pick up the card.
Before he could read it, Jack reached over and touched his shoulder gazing into his eyes intently. “You know I would do anything for a guy like you. Whatever you wish.”
“Heh, I like where your head’s at,” Dan said. “I want whatever you want.”
“Awww, you want to make my wish to come true?” Jack said with a grin.
“Yeah… I can’t wait to see what sort of fun you can come up with,” he laughed. Suddenly the card flashed into a bright flame and the lights went out in the bar. Sending the room into a chorus of confused voices.
“Nobody move, I just need to change a fuse,” the bartender shouted. “The damn building’s so old we don’t have a breaker.” In a few minutes the lights were restored and everyone collectively began to laugh off the incident but Jack was nowhere to be found.
Dan looked around the bar and sighed. “Really? Fucking ghosted. Fuck it, I’m out of here.”
“Come on man!” A trainer shouted into Nick’s ear as he awkwardly bench pressed 120 pounds, terrified to be lifting that much metal above his face. Despite the beefiness of his newly inherited arms, Nick had spent most of his life avoiding lifting anything, particularly weights and his mind had not come to grips with what he was now capable of. Was it heavy? His mind felt like it should be but his arms weren’t strained. As the barbell trembled nervously in his hand, he couldn’t re-rack the weight fast enough.
“I’m sorry Brock, I’ve just never…”
“Done a bench press before?” yhe trainer interrupted. “Look at you! You’ve been working out your whole life. I know you can lift three times that!” He paused his eyes and breathed for a minute. “Okay, dude you’re fucking with me. Who put you up to this?”
“No one,” Nick said, rubbing his massive bicep and pecs, surprised that they weren’t sore from lifting that much. “I dunno, I guess…”
“First you pretend you don’t know how to do a proper push up,” Brock went on. “Then you act like you don’t have any form. Now you’re pretending you’re struggling to life 120 fucking pounds? You think I’m an idiot? You didn’t just wake up with that body one day.”
“Well….” Nick said before he could stop himself.
“You know what dude… I’m not in the mood…” Brock said and stormed out of the weight room.
“What am I supposed to do?” He looked up at Adrian, who had been nervously watching the session unfold.
“D..d..don’t look at me man,” his own pecs were bulging through his tank top. “Never worked out in my life.”
The rain battered the windshield of Larson’s Uber ride as the car made its way slowly through New York traffic. It was hard to believe, just moments ago, he had been on the top of the world. Now the feeling of being abandoned after such a promising evening had left him lower than he ever imagined. Trapped inside this cage of misery, he didn’t notice that the driver kept eyeing him from the rear view mirror.
He muttered to himself. “Why would he do that? Just lead me on like that and then vanish…” Suddenly in the midst of his thoughts, he realized that the car had stopped. He went to get out but a quick glance out of the door revealed that he wasn’t in front of his building, but instead in an unfamiliar alley way. Looking down at the app he saw they weren’t even half way home. “I’m sorry I think you’ve got the wrong address.”
“Yeah I just… just can’t concentrate on the road…” Dan looked over and saw that he had his pants unzipped and that he was stroking himself. “So… fucking… hot…”
“Shit!” Dan shouted, and jumped out of the rear passenger door. This was followed by the driver stepping out and walking toward him, without bothering to stop jerking his meat.
“Come on man… just a quick… little fuck…” His shoulders slumped forward and his chin jutted out a little. “Fucckkk…” He grunted, stroking a cock that seemed twice the length it was a moment ago. His distressed blue jeans were bunched around and straining against his muscular thighs. Dan could swear the man had not been this big before.
As he stepped back slowly the driver continued to grunt and hunch over more. His arms and pecs strained against his clothes until they actually burst through the shirt. The sound of his biceps ripping through sleeves echoed from the surrounding brick walls. His massive bare chest slumped forward and his legs bowed out into a squat, ripping his pants. He steadied himself with one hand on the ground without loosening his grip on that python between his legs.
Dan tripped over a trash can lid in the alley way and the muscular hulk tried to pounce but his legs were still tangled up in his ripping jeans causing him to sprawl forward onto the pavement. His feet were growing so massive that they were cramped in his shoe. As he snarled on the ground, two giant teeth poked up from his lower jaw pushing up past his lips.
Dan scrambled backwards. “What… the… fuck… is happening…”
“Your wish.” Dan looked behind him and saw Jack standing, still looking like a 25-year-old twunk. Offering a hand, he quickly lifted the forty-five-year-old up to his feet.
“What!? Jack we’ve got to get out of here, this guy’s on something… something crazy!” Dan said.
Jack wrapped his arms around him in a surprisingly powerful embrace. “Why would you want to get out of here? You said you wanted what I wanted.” The snarling creature was getting to his feet, the bulging muscles of his back were bulging out even more, as his swelling pecs pushed downward. “I know you wanted a fun time. And I disappointed you before. So now we’re going to have fun.”
“Jack! Forget about… th…at…” His voice trailed off as he stared into eyes he thought belonged to a young man but those irises began to glow bright green. Jack’s tank top spread into a white button up shirt, wrapping around his bare arms. Grey streaks of hair began to show through at his temples. A tie sank from his collar as his facial features became more chiseled with age. A grey vest wrapped around his chest as his jeans turned into dress slacks and his shoes became a polished black.
“Oh no…” he said with a much deeper voice. “I always keep my promises.” Jack grinned and with a powerful thrust, Dan was tossed backwards into the wall of muscle standing behind him.
Dan immediately felt powerful fingers wrapping around his arm, which by themselves were impressive, but twigs in comparison to this beast. He struggled as his clothes were ripped from him. “Jack…. ughh what’s happening,” he shouted as his shirt, pants, and boxers were torn away with ease. He felt a hot wet cock, larger than anything he’d felt before, press up against his ass.
Jack laughed as he slid his arms through a jacket and overcoat held out by a dark smoke-like hand. “You don’t have to thank me Dan,” he said putting on his hat as the rain pelted his naked captive.
“Ughhh… oh fuck oh fuck!” Dan screamed as the giant ogre’s cock split his cheeks and forced its way inside.
Suddenly a voice rang out from behind. “I knew you were up to no good!”
“Who me?” Jack said with an innocent smile. “Whatever gave you that idea?” Meanwhile Dan groaned in pain as he felt inch after inch of that hard cock force its way inside of him as powerful arms forced his back against a set of mammoth pecs.
“Xavier! Ughnn help!” Dan shouted to the long haired arrival who was running up to them. Xavier reached into his pocket, pulling out a what looked like a wafer of some kind. But as he approached a wind rushed in out of nowhere and blew it out of his hand.
“Now now…” Jack said wagging his finger. “I let you have your fun with Butch. But this time we’re going make a little game of it.”
“I’m not playing games with you Jack!” he shouted, as rain drops ran down his long locks.
“Suit yourself,” Jack said with a shrug. “I was perfectly entertained before you arrived. You can watch the show.” The monstrous assailant put his arms on Dan’s shoulders and forced him down all the way on his huge cock as he let out a scream. “I’m not letting you interfere unless you’re willing to play.”
“What sort of game?” Xavier scowled as the brute kneaded Dan’s ass with his powerful fingers before popping him up and down on that rod like he was a fuck toy.
“Oh good!” Jack clapped with a smile. “It’s very simple really. This fine fellow made a wish, leading to his current predicament. And since you think you’re so much better at this than I am, if you can think of another way to make his wish come true, a way that lets him go free, everything else will go back to the way it was.”
“This is ridiculous Jack!” Xavier shouted but the latter simply pulled out a file and began to work on his nails. Dan burst out into another scream as that giant cock wrecked his insides. Xavier let out a long groan “What was the wish…”
“That’s where the fun part is.” Jack smiled. “He said, ‘I want what you want’. He wanted my wish to come true. So I made that wish and you might want to try and guess what it was if to win the game.”
Xavier furrowed his brow, analyzing the situation for a few seconds. “You obviously wished for this other guy to become big and horny,” he said at last. All he had to do was make the brute a gentle giant, have him blow his load and Dan could go free. He closed his eyes trying to make it happen but Dan let out another shout. The cock inside of him was beginning to grow even more. The ogre’s muscles were expanding again. His spine stretched and his skin tightened as he piled on hundreds of pounds, the valley between his pecs depend as each of them fought for room on his chest. He grew to seven feet, eight feet, nine feet and then let out a deafening roar as he fucked his captive even harder. Cum was spraying back out of his ass and mixing with the rain.
“What…?” Xavier shouted. That’s not what was supposed to happen.
“Oh… I forgot to mention something,” Jack interjected touching his temple as if he just remembered. “If you fail and try something that has nothing to do with the wish, something fun happens… well… fun for me.” He grinned.
Standing in front of the locker, Nick pulled open the gym bag that Jack had given him causing several items to fall out. He wanted to change out of his sweaty clothes. There was a brief moment of hesitation as he grabbed at the bottom of his shirt. He’d never liked taking it off in public and part of him worried that when people looked at him they could somehow see the pudgy physique that he still saw in his head when he thought of himself. He ran his fingers along his biceps, checking to see if they were still there and cupped the sides of his pecs stretching the cotton of his shirt. “Come on Nick, you’re being dumb,” he told himself.
Lifting the base of his tee, he eyed a nearby mirror. The rim of his shirt lifted and row upon row of rock solid eight pack came into view. He pulled up still further and a pair of perfectly formed pecs were framed by the ridges of his serratus, muscles he never thought he’d see on his own body. He strummed their ridges with his fingers. It felt as real as anything he’d ever experienced in his life. He smiled and finished pulling his shirt off all the way and the reflection did the same, still unable to believe that body belonged to him.
He looked down, a speedo and goggles had spilled out on the floor. Jack had thought of everything. A final glance in the mirror caused a new wave of confidence to come over him. “Why not… I know how to swim. I don’t need a trainer for that.”
As his arms beat their way through the water, Nick could feel his powerful biceps brushing up against his head. His form wasn’t the best but all and all this wasn’t so bad. After one full lap he felt that he didn’t have to stop like he usually would and so kept going as the curves of his powerful back and shoulders glistened in the water. With every lap his brain was telling him that he should be out of breath but his body showed no signs of tiring. His powerful thighs moved his legs in less than coordinated kicks but he was actually doing this.
Finally after about fifteen minutes he stopped to take a breather. He looked down as drops of water ran down the channel between his pecs. He noticed other swimmers checking him out. Suddenly there was a voice from behind. “Well, hey there.”
Nick whipped around and gasped… “Ryan!?” To his infinite shock, he found himself looking up right into his Lycra-cradled groin. Ryan’s body was also studded with beads of water as a pair of black goggles hung from his neck. He’d clearly been swimming at the same pool.
“Hey Nick! I thought that was you! I had no idea you went to this gym!”
Nick’s head reeled in amazement. Could Ryan tell it was really him? “You recognize me?”
“That back tattoo kind of gives you away.”
‘Ohhh… right…’ he thought. ‘He recognizes the other Nick…’ Nick felt his back as if he would somehow feel the ink on his skin. He hadn’t noticed a tattoo before. It must have been small. Ryan saw his reaction and thought it was a joke and cracked a grin. “Sorry I bailed on you the other night. Something came up and I really had to run.”
Nick remembered that Jack had said Ryan had been over at the apartment before the body swap. He wondered if they’d had a chance to do anything. “Yeah… it was kind of a bad day for me too… my apartment… kind of burned up…”
“Oh… my… god…” Ryan said with a shock. “I heard about that fire on the news! That was your building? Where you staying?”
“With… with a friend,” he said gazing up at Ryan, taking in those perfect features, friendly face, and toned body. Suddenly he saw something in that beautiful face that he’d never witnessed before. There was a hunger in that gaze. For the first time Ryan was looking at him the way he’d always dreamed. “Hey, you wouldn’t want to do something this week would you?”
“Ha sure… just text me and let me know. Maybe I can make up for the other night,” he said with a wink. “You have my number!” he added, walking off.
Nick watched those firm butt cheeks bulge out of that tiny speedo as Ryan walked off. Thinking about how stupid been not to check the phone. Then it hit him and he needed to grab the sides of the pool to stop himself from drowning. He actually had a date with Ryan Billings.
Xavier stared in disbelief. The giant troll-like creature in front of him was plowing Dan into the alley wall. Perhaps he should just take this all at face value. This might be no more complicated than it looked. Maybe Jack had simply wished for a muscular beast to fuck Dan. The idea occurred to him that if he provided a second creature to fuck the first then Dan could get away and the wish would end.
Closing his eyes, he tried to will up something like that when the alleyway was rocked by a second roar. Lights were beginning to come on in the windows above. Heads were poking out to see what was happening. But the thing that grabbed Xavier’s attention was a horde of muscular ogres pouring from both directions.
“Ooooh nice effort but no. Another fun boy wouldn’t satisfy the wish,” Jack laughed. “But a bunch of them will sure tickle the fuck out of me.” They immediately set on Dan, fighting each other over his body as he felt cocks jabbing into his mouth and ass and all over his body from every direction. Every time he opened his mouth to shout another cock forced its way inside.
“I’ll give you one more try dear.” Jack laughed. “Find a way to complete the wish and all of this goes away. Fail and… well I imagine we’ll make the nightly news.”
Xavier thought as the rain beat down on his brow. “Better hurry up. The phones are coming out!” Jack shouted over the din.
“Dammit Jack!! I don’t know what you wished…” Xavier cut himself off. He was never going to guess what Jack had thought of but was that really the key to the riddle? He needed to grant Dan’s wish in a way that set him free. But how to do that when he’d wished for what Jack wanted? Then it came to him. “Bingo…”
He closed his eyes and suddenly everything was quiet. When he opened them, Dan was gone and the monsters were melting away into shadows that darted into Jack’s medallion. The alley was once again as still as a grave, ignored by everyone.
Jack stood there for a while searching for what his opponent had done before looking up at the night sky with a frown. “Cruel… but effective… and will you be the one who gets him down?”
“As if you care…” Xavier quipped.
The wish had been, “I want you what you want.” All he had to do was give Dan something Jack wanted. And the one thing Jack wanted more than anything was to leave earth.
News alerts began to pop up on people’s phones all over the world. “NASA puzzled as Bronx Zoo Superintendent discovered aboard the international space station.”
No matter how good a transformation may seem, sometimes you just gotta run from it. A story set in Mikeytron’s “Molten Wings” universe.