“Just a minute,” he yelled back. “I’m… I’m getting changed out of my swim trunks” he improvised.
“What was that noise?” his mother questioned.
Stew thought quickly. “I just fell over. I’m fine though, really”
This seemed to satisfy her curiosity, since he heard her footsteps walking away from the basement door.
“Shit!” Stew said to no one in particular. He looked around and realized that he had gotten so caught up in his growth that he had no way of getting out of the basement. Not to mention having to explain to his parents how this had happened. His cock was now so wide that it wouldn’t even fit through a set of double doors, let alone the regular one at the top of the basement stairs.
He looked over to the desk and whispered, “Atoboh!”
The genie materialized again, with a disgruntled look on his face. “My name is Awah’Toh!”
“Oh, sorry. I’ll remember that for next time.”
“I see you’ve enjoyed your wish,” said the genie, looking over the expanse of flesh that was Stew.
“Yeah… a little too much. I’m stuck now. Can I make myself smaller?”
“Your wish was to make your body bigger. The changes only work one way.”
Crap. Stew looked around searching for an answer. But he came to the realization that he would have to use another wish to get back to normal. Either that or outgrow the house and continue his life as a well-hung titan. Surprised at how much that thought appealed to him, he realized that it would draw too much attention. Plus where would he and his family live? No, as much as he loved this huge version of himself, he needed a reset button.
He looked at Awah’Toh again and said, “I wish I could go back to normal.”
“As you wish,” said the genie with another nod. Once again, he pointed his fingers at Stew, although he could have pointed just about anywhere, and it would have been in the direction of Stew.
Nothing happened. “Did something go wrong?” Stew asked.
“When I say ‘wish’ I use the term broadly, my friend. You must want it. Just like the changes you just made; you must give the command.
Stew didn’t really want to go back to normal. But he did want to keep his new abilities a secret. And leave his basement. So, he thought “Back to normal” and wished it into reality.
It was as though the events played in reverse. His muscles shrank, his cock receded. His balls deflated. Even the furniture was set back to their original spot. He was sad to see the changes undone. He stood there naked, just as small as he had been this morning. He looked at the floor where he saw that his clothes had mended themselves.
“Oh, you made my wish fix my clothes too. Thank you!”
“I figured you would like that. My task is to make your wishes come true, and to me that means ensuring that you are happy.”
Stew smiled at Awah’Toh. “You’re pretty awesome.”
“I’m glad you are pleased,” the genie replied.
Stew was glad his underwear had been fixed. They were his favourite pair. He slipped them on and looked at himself in the mirror. He was sad that he had lost all the changes. But he figured he didn’t need to be exactly as he was before. He thought to himself, “Eight inches. Soft. And balls to match.”
He watched as his underwear filled with his growing cock. His substantial bulge sticking out in front of him. He smiled. This was good enough for now. He put his shorts back on, enjoying the effort it took to arrange his bait and tackle inside his clothes.
Stew went upstairs and told his parents good night. He was tired from the day out in the sun on the beach and digging things up, not the mention the excitement of more recent events. He went up to his room where he stripped back down to just his underwear before getting into bed. It was the middle of summer, so it was the only way to sleep without overheating.
That night, Stew’s head was filled with images of himself becoming more muscular and his cock growing to rival the size of the historic lighthouse that was now a tourist attraction in his seaside town. His dreams would show him growing to enormous sizes, outgrowing any piece of clothing known to man, then it would fade to black and another dream would start with him back to his normal size but excited for what was to come. In one strange version of his dreams, his cock had grown so large that he resorted to trying to use a hot air balloon as a makeshift pair of underwear, but then he outgrew that as well.
Stew woke up before his alarm. He laid in bed going over the dreams he had about growing huge muscles and an enormous cock. How nice it would be if they had been real. He had always been attracted muscular guys but was surprised by how much he liked the idea of himself growing to such huge proportions. These thoughts brought his larger new cock to half mast, and he reached his hand down to start stroking himself and was shocked to discover his modest-sized dick had been replaced with a ten-inch-long python that he found crammed inside his briefs.
He threw the sheets aside to get a better look at the mound of cock stuffed inside his underwear. That’s when the memories of yesterday’s event came back to him, and he started to think that perhaps it wasn’t a dream after all. But something like this couldn’t possibly be real, could it?
He remembered his wishes and how he experimented with the growing ability and decided he had to make sure what happened wasn’t just his imagination. He thought about having a dick that was twelve inches long, wishing it were true, and looked down in anticipation. Sure enough, the outline of his cock started to stretch and grow at a slow but steady pace. It grew to fill his underwear beyond what it was designed for, but the stretchy material held its own.
The growth came to a stop and Stew sat on his bed with his legs parted and a large mound of cock flesh held in place by his favourite pair of undies. He now knew without a doubt that the lamp, the genie, and his wishes had all been real.
He was giddy with anticipation. Now it was time to really enjoy himself. He stood up from his bed and looked in the mirror that covered his closet door. He loved how he looked with his huge dick stretching the basket of his underwear.
Now he commanded his muscles to grow and watched in the mirror as his frame started to get packed with more muscle until he looked like he belonged on the package of some sort of erotic underwear. He flexed to see the changes and smiled. He held a double bicep pose and willed his muscles to grow again.
He watched as all his muscles expanded and he grew to the size of a professional bodybuilder, and not just a regular one. He could compete with Mr. Olympia and he would be in the running for first place, all while putting the others to shame with what he would be packing in his posers.
Comforted by the knowledge that he could always go back to normal, he decided to really go to town now. He grew his dick larger, the underwear stretched so thin that it was nearly see-through, now revealing all the veins and contours of his enlarged member. Watching this display of growth in the mirror had really turned him on, and his cock became hard, twisting inside its fabric confines trying to find the space to expand to full hardness. A second later, his dick finally won against the underwear, and ripped through the fabric. It slapped against his torso as it stood straight up, and the slit of his cock was now at eye level.
This gave Stew an idea. Something that had been a fantasy that he never thought achievable. He thought about the biggest pecs he had ever seen, and then doubled their size. His pecs started to expand larger than the respectable shelf that was already there and outwards they grew. Soon the only thing he could see when he looked down were his pecs. Once they stopped growing, they hung out from his frame by at least two feet, so thick and heavy that it threw off his centre of gravity. But he didn’t care about his offset proportion, he was now able to achieve his goal. He wedged his cock between his massive pecs, surrounding it with his massive muscles. With his newly expanded body, he started to gyrate his hips so his cock would move up and down between the shelf of overgrown muscle and tit fuck his own pecs with his huge dick.
While he did this, he would flex his pecs to squeeze his dick and give himself the best dick massage he had ever received. Pre was flowing from the slit of his dick and dripping down to his pecs. He caught a look of himself in the mirror and the scene was something he had only ever dreamed of. His huge dick was pumping up and down between the largest slicked-up pecs the world had ever seen.
He continued this for what felt like an hour, until he felt the pressure build up at the base of his cock and his huge balls pulled up. With one final push, his cantaloupe-sized balls pulled up and his cock erupted and sprayed cum straight up. It crashed against the ceiling and started to rain down onto himself and all around him. He came again and again, spraying huge amounts of jizz and covering himself in cum nearly head to toe.
When the orgasm finally subsided, he collapsed onto the bed and caught his breath. He watched his glistening pecs move up and down with his breathing and reveling in the extra weight he felt from the mass they but on his chest. After a moment, he looked around at the huge mess around him and dreaded the effort it would take to clean it all up. But he remembered what happened last night when he reversed the changes and his ripped clothes has repaired themselves. So, he thought about changing back to normal, and once again wished his body to shrink back to its regular proportions and that the cum would be gone. He watched disappointedly as his body shrank once again, but was relieved to see the cum that had soaked everything started to disappear, as though it were rapidly evaporating.
Even though he was disappointed to be back to normal, he was pleased that the mess had cleaned itself up and that his clothes weren’t ruined. It would be hard to explain all his clothes being torn to shreds to his parents.
Stew started to get dressed, and he opened his underwear drawer to put on a fresh pair. The pair on the very top was a special design that was meant to pull his junk up and out and make your bulge look bigger. He laughed at this, seeing as his new abilities would make this hilariously obsolete.
Just then his phone dinged and notified him of a new text message. It was a text from his friend Marcus. “Hey, are you ready to head to the gym?”
Stew had completely forgotten about his plans with his new friend. He had met Marcus in one of his classes this past semester. They had gotten to know each other and shared similar interests, except that Marcus was an athlete who had been on several sports teams. This blessed Marcus with a body that was built up with muscles that were bigger than a typical swim team athlete, but not as big as a stocky gymnast. Stew had a secret crush on Marcus but hadn’t said anything because of his nerves and he didn’t want to risk their friendship.
It was almost the end of the summer and classes were starting again this coming week. Now that Marcus had moved back to the city for school, Stew had agreed to start working out with his new friend. When they were getting to know each other, Stew had admitted that he wished he weren’t so small and had muscles like his new friend. Marcus said that they should hit the gym together sometime. Stew agreed and they had worked out together a few times before the end of the semester when Marcus moved away. With Marcus gone, Stew had little motivation to hit the gym on his own. Not to mention he could only use his school gym during semesters when he was enrolled.
He picked up the phone and replied with “Yeah! I’ll meet you there in an hour” and a minute later Marcus sent back a simple “awesome.”
Stew got to his feet and riffled through his underwear drawer, finally deciding on a more conservative pair of boxer briefs that did a good job of holding thing back. Just in case the sight of Marcus getting sweaty from the effort of working out made things get out of hand.
Stew checked himself out in the mirror with a feeling of disappointment. Then a thought occurred to him. It had been a few months since he and Marcus had seen each other. Who’s to say that Stew hadn’t continued working out on his own in the meantime? He might be able to get away with a little bit extra.
He was starting to get the hang of the commands that controlled his growth. Imagining how he would look didn’t trigger the changes, he needed to command them into existence but not necessarily out loud. Watching in the mirror to make sure he didn’t go overboard, Stew imagined what he would look like with an extra 10 pounds of muscle on his frame then gave the order and his muscles grew as though he had been practicing calisthenics over the summer with good results and a noticeable difference.
Looking over the changes, he lingered on his groin and decided there was no harm in giving himself a small boost, commanding his cock to grow to five inches soft. The difference was surprising, considering his new measurements soft were slightly bigger than his old length when he was completely hard.
He finished off the look some basketball shorts that were too long for him and a t-shirt that was equally oversized. But he figured this would help to mask the changes he hoped would be subtle. The bulge of his crotch was more noticeable, but he figured it was only obvious if your view lingered.
Satisfied with his outfit, he ate some breakfast set out to meet Marcus at the gym.