Sure, making other guys’ wishes come true is great. But the powers that be don’t seem to realize what a drag it is for everyone else’s fantasies to come true except your own.
In my dream I was in an elevator, going up and up and up in an infinite building. I felt warmth all around me. Body heat. I turned to my left, and there was Evan, gloriously naked, already in the full throes of a muscle metamorphosis. He was already huge—his shoulders were already twice as wide as mine. His head was a full foot and a half above mine, and I was staring into pecs bigger than my head, mere inches away from me, and they were rippling, expanding, growing toward me. I reached out with a tentative hand and touched them. They were hard as steel, yet velvety soft and smooth to the touch, and I could feel the racing energies coursing through them as they grew, expanding with every pulse that shot through them.
Evan was looking down at me, grinning blindingly, his ice blue eyes twinkling.
I glanced over his body and it was all the same way. His shoulders looked as wide as I was tall. His arms were weighted with rippling muscle, held at an angle thanks to soaring lats pounding them out from his torso. His legs were massive and long, a thrilling combination, and his feet were each bigger than two of mine. I realized I was beyond aroused, my cock swelling to meet my mood until it burst the buttons on my 501 jeans, hanging perfectly stiff and obscenely huge in front of me. I felt the pleasant weight and urgent need in my groin: it was much larger than I’d ever let it become, four fistfuls at least and thicker than my forearm—though Evan’s was twice as big in all dimensions, a towering colossus of man-meat obscuring most of his hard, luscious abs, slick over its entire surface with precum.
I felt something touch my back and swung around. It was Jesse.
Jesse was in a similar state, as big as Evan and growing even faster. His bright eyes were glancing back and forth between me, Evan, and his own glorious transformation, glittering with ecstasy and lust. He had started out lankier than Evan, and his hands still looked startlingly broad and his arms and legs still looked beautifully long and his hugely muscled body still looked lithe, as if he were the muscle god of dance. His abs looked tremendously long—it looked like he had a twelve pack. Though as with Evan I couldn’t see much of them. He must have started out with a cock that was already huge, I realized. Long ago I’d set up my magic so that cocks didn’t get much bigger than a foot and a half long, and anyone whose cock was already pretty damn big—meaning it wouldn’t grow much—I compensated for by giving them what Jesse proudly sported now: a second huge cock, as big and hard and sensual as the first, more than doubling the lucky recipient’s erotic input. But Jesse and Evan were growing far beyond what I normally doled out, and Jesse’s two bulging, burgeoning, tumescent power cocks hadn’t stopped at a foot and a half by any means. Both of these luscious growing dongs were enormous now, bigger than Evan’s, pressed hard against Jesse’s massive basketball pecs.
Both men were gargantuan now, their heads brushing the ceiling of the elevator car, but what amazed me even more was that they were growing toward me, their broad thick backs against the walls. They were slowly filling up the car—and I was in between them.
Aroused as I was I realized I had to do something to avoid being crushed (albeit in the most erotic manner possible).
In moments I was looking Jesse in the eye, my body freighted with muscle to match either of these studs. Jesse grinned at me as our incredible pecs pressed against each other, his muscle cocks squeezing imperfectly into the crevice between them, the tips emerging now above them. We leaned forward and kissed across our pecs, our tongues long and muscular as well. I wrapped a massive hand around each of his massive shafts, my fingers not coming close to touching. I felt a thrill in my own huge cock and a spurt of hot precum as I felt the fiery warmth of his massive organs throbbing in my hands.
I felt Evan pressed hard against my back, his insanely large pecs pushing against me as they continued to grow, his incredible colossus cock pressed against my ass and lower back. His big young hands wrapped around and eagerly explored my body, and Jesse’s as well, and Jesse’s broad hands started to do the same as I stroked his throbbing cocks, my senses thrilling to the touch of four muscle gods hands exploring my own fantasy body and each other’s. The elevator cars was saturated with rich man smell. It was nearly filled with us as we grew and expanded.
I bent my head and wrapped my mouth around the cockhead on the right, and Jesse eagerly took the other one. At the same moment of intense pleasure I realized that Evan’s cock was in my ass, pushing deeper and deeper with every stroke, and I knew it was growing inside me. My own cock pounded in Evan’s meaty hands as Jesse’s boners swelled in my hands and filled my mouth. Our growth was accelerating with our incredible passing, and as we got closer and closer to orgasm we were too big for the car, and our steel- hard, muscle-packed bodies pushed out the sides of the elevator like and exploding tin can, our mere size pushing with surprising force against the sides of the shaft, Jesse’s enormous pecs pressed almost painfully against mine while Evan’s throbbing pecs drove into me from the other direction, and as the elevator squealed in agony we came together in enormous bursts, Evan’s stupendous cock ripping me open and pounding white hot cum deep inside me while Jesse’s still growing cocks swelled so much they pushed my hands apart, and the one I was sucking pushed ruthlessly into my throat, shooting quarts of burning cum into me. I came so hard that my senses were overpowered, the pleasure was too much to endure, and I blacked out.
I awoke with a start.
It wasn’t all a dream. Not exactly.
Underneath me were the crushed remains of Jesse’s bed.
Directly in front of me, his face a few inches from mine, was Jesse, still sleeping. He was at least as big as he’d been in the dream. Lying on his side he was as big as the room was long, his head pressed against the wall behind my head (as was mine, I realized) and his giant feet pressed firmly against the far wall (mine too!). His arms were wrapped around me, our massive pecs were pressed together, and two unbelievably thick and powerful cocks pressed them apart from, their heads rising majestically above our pecs as if they were flowering from the muscle.
I turned my head and nearly swooned. Behind me was Evan, also still asleep, his body blown up to outrageous proportions, and I could think only that he was stunningly beautiful. I realized with a skip of my heart beat that he was even bigger that Jesse and I were—much bigger! Where we’d been stopped in our growth by the far wall of the bedroom, Evan’s feet had found the door… His growth had been stopped by the next wall it encountered—the far wall of the apartment near the front door, down a hallway large enough for a coat closet. In consequence, Evan was several feet taller than we were, and where our feet pressed against the bedroom wall, Evan’s legs pushed out of the little bedroom—nearly filling the doorway with his incredible thighs. I could feel his pecs pressed lightly against my back, lightly rising and falling with deep sleep. His impossible and enchanting body was so awesome that I came, hard, not even touching my own outlandish boner or my fantastic body, realizing as I did so that we were already covered in cum.
After my heart stopped pounding I closed my eyes and, since my powers had mostly recharged, I pushed one last magical gift into their bodies: they would be able to shrink themselves to something approaching normal size when they wanted (though they’d never be “normal” again)—and grow back to this size at will. That would keep them deliriously happy for a very long time. As I stood up, carefully to avoid waking them, I realized with a twinge of regret that I wouldn’t be able to keep Evan for myself; but it didn’t bother me too much. I looked down at them, more than filling the room with gorgeous muscle, and smiled. As I faded away, the sleeping giants moved together and wrapped their arms around each other’s massive bodies, and I knew they would be OK.
Meanwhile I was wondering just how long I could get away with keeping this dream body I’d unconsciously made—for me for once, and not some stranger. Maybe I should have some time for myself, I thought. A wicked grin crept across my face—