Genie Plus Three Part 05

 Richie let out a few light chuckles as he watched Jason lead Mr. Clark out of the conference room. He could already see the strut the powerlifter had to do to not crush his nuts, and watching him take control of his boss wasn’t so bad either. He had more than enough confidence to do so. Now, with Mr. Clark being so submissive, he wouldn’t be having too many problems either. 

“So strange,” Mr. Higgins said to Mr. Quincey. “I don’t understand why Mr. Clark felt it so important to belittle his employee so much.”

“Probably thought it would make him look more competent,” Mr. Quincey answered.

“Hmph… It didn’t. At least that employee understood. Real giant of a man he was,” Mr. Higgins said. 

“He is. Looks far more suited to labor than a desk job.  Must be why he’s so brazen in telling his boss off,” Mr. Quincey added.

Richie felt a bit of anger bubbling up inside him. “I wish they knew what it was like to be a day laborer.” He hadn’t even realized he said the words I wish before the rest of the words came out the genie had already changed them. “I wish they experienced what it was like to be a day laborer.”

The wish started off small, just changing a few aspects of their body. Mr. Higgen’s large protruding belly only tightened up a little bit but he grew a massive beard around his round face. He made sure to keep it trimmed but the extra hair still covered his face. His hands looked stronger and eyes looked more intent. Though with his age, it was hard to really tell.

It was similar to Mr. Quincey. Just small changes about his body trimming up and becoming just a bit more solid. There was a scar running up the back of his hand that was covered up by his sleeve. 

Both felt the new history starting to seep in. No longer did they start off as business moguls but rather a couple of blue collar guys that worked their way into the business. Their suits reflected that as they didn’t look nearly as posh and well put together. Light wrinkles were folded into each part of the clothing. They looked at each other expecting the other to say something about the current change but neither did.

Brandon was the first to speak up. “I’ll finish getting the presentation ready. There isn’t too much to do. Just load it up into the computer and then grab the remote to change the slides.”

“Good,” Mr. Higgins said. There was a gruff nature to his voice instead of the more shrill pompous nature that usually came from it. “I knew I could trust you.”

“Only try to be my best,” Brandon smiled. He was enjoying the extra growth as he stood ever so slightly taller than just moments before. 

However, Richie felt like something was off. Even though he recognized that he’d used the words, ‘I wish,’ he felt like the wish was overly specific. Like it wasn’t something that he would have naturally said. He looked over at the genie with a bit of skepticism, but the ancient being didn’t seem disturbed or upset at all. “Something wrong master?” he asked innocently.

“Mind if I catch up in a little bit. I need to go check on something else,” Richie said to Brandon.

“Really?” Brandon groaned. “You haven’t done anything today. And then I had to go and find you swimming in the pool. You have to be joking. Right?”

Richie felt a bit guilty. “I wish Brandon wanted to set up the presentation on his own.” The genie quickly added a bit to the wish. “I wish Brandon wanted to setup the presentation on his own for a handjob.”

Brandon crossed his arms against his heavy chest. “Fine. But you have to give me a handjob when we’re done. Got it?” 

Richie nodded. “Fine. Whatever,” he said. But that only added to his suspicions. Why would he wish to give him a handjob? Still, the words came out of his mouth. He could feel himself say the words, it just wasn’t something that he really cared about. 

“I’ll be waiting,” Brandon called out to him.

Richie threw up a hand to wave goodbye. He headed out of the conference room. When he passed the pool, he saw the reflections of a lot of guys who looked a lot bigger and buffer. Each one seemed to be built like a pro athlete. He realized his previous wish with those 20 something year olds. “Well at least he’s enjoying it…” 

The thought grew stronger. “Is something wrong master?” the genie asked.

“Genie, you have to tell me the truth right?”

“Correct,” the genie lied.

“Okay…” Richie agreed. But the more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he was indeed, ‘correct.’

He headed to the hotel's lobby and sat down in one of the seats. His massive body barely was able to fit in the large leather chairs but he needed a test group. This gave him plenty of people to look over and wonder if there was something to his theory. His first site was a family of four starting to enter the lobby. The dad was incredibly overweight with a heavy belly falling down over his khaki shorts. His extremely large button up shirt barely contained all the weight contained in front of him, yet somehow it still stayed tucked into his shorts. The sleeves were filled with his arms, but it was obviously fat.

Richie watched as the guy struggled to lug the suitcases into the lobby and head to the front desk. There was almost a dopey nature as he lumbered back and forth to the front desk as his wife had enough trouble keeping their kids from running all over the place. “Hmmm… I wish that he’d lose most of that weight,” Richie wished. 

However, the genie quickly changed it. “I wish that he’d lose most of that fat, not weight.” Instantly the way the weight laid on his body started to tighten up. The rolling mounds of flesh pulled tighter and tighter against his body. But the mass didn’t change. Even though his body was rapidly losing size, it was only tightening up into firm muscle underneath. His 360 pound body was still incredibly large, but instead of the weight being in his belly, it was in his chest arms and legs.

The man’s eyes lit up as his posture changed. He had his head held high and back tilted back just a little bit. The amount of muscle on his body was hard to move. And with each step he took, there was still a bit of a waddle as the dense thighs rubbed up against each other. His clothing changed to something more comfortable and showy as his sleeves disappeared around his massive arms and only two thin straps running down his meaty pecs remained. 

He still had a bit of a huff as the massive amount of muscles he had took a lot of energy to use. The guy looked down at his new body wondering how his weight had changed but was distracted when the receptionist asked for his ID. Richie watched him start to sign in. “Is that what I wished for?” he wondered. It felt like the words had come out of his mouth but he wasn’t sure why he’d want to make a guy that big. His shoulders could barely fit through doors without turning slightly to the side. 

Richie shook his head. “I must be thinking about this too much,” but it didn’t make any sense. He liked being a big bodybuilder but making someone that big seemed excessive. Not to mention what was happening to Brandon. The guy must have been well over 7 foot by now. 

He turned his attention to two guys who looked like they were about to leave. They were dressed up in the local theme park’s merchandise. They were waiting in the lobby for the bus to take them closer to the park. Both looked a bit nerdy but he was going to only focus on one. Just to see if something would change. “I wish the one on the right was a jock. I wish they still remained friends even though they’re different.”

The genie smiled and quickly changed the wish. “I wish the one on the right was a super alpha jock. I wish they are boyfriends even though they’re different.”

Instantly the average guy started to beef up with muscles. His thin frame bulked up with strong corded biceps that lined his arms. The graphic T shirt he wore stretched against his barrel of a chest and the sleeves disappeared showing off the round shoulders. He stood taller than the other guy. His soft face squared into a stronger jawline with a fierce stare. The messy hair on top of his head cut a little bit but seemed to look good even though it wasn’t styled at all.

He looked at his friend, who returned him with a smile. “What?” he nearly blushed.

“I don’t know,” the jock replied. He knew something was different but couldn’t quite place it. 

Then his friend embraced him with a hug. His small head fit perfectly between the jock’s pecs as he looked up. “Thanks for coming with me. I know you don’t like it all that much, but I’ll make it up for you later,” the friend buried his head in the other man’s pecs.

The jock looked concerned as his dick hardened in his shorts. Even from across the lobby, Richie could tell why he’d be known as an alpha. The huge tent was obvious. Richie shook his head. “What’s wrong with me,” he was starting to realize that every wish had a bit of a gay tint to it. Not that there was anything necessarily wrong with that, only that he didn’t understand why. “Genie? Are you changing my wishes?”

“Master, why would I do that?” the Genie feigned innocence. 

Through all the business deals Richie had done, he could usually spot a liar. And this seemed like one. “Genie, I wish that my wishes can’t be changed.”

The genie smiled. He’d been waiting for a wish like that. “Genie, I wish that my wishes can be changed completely.” It took away the plus three rule. Now whenever Richie would make a wish he could change it to whatever he wanted.

Richie noticed it. “Hey. You can’t do that,” he said. “I wish that you couldn’t change my wishes,” he said again.

“I wish I didn’t care when you change my wishes,” the genie took advantage of the new aspect he had. He watched as Richie tried to fight with the sudden loss of control, but ultimately it was the magic that would take over. It didn’t matter how much he tried to fight it, the Genie would come out on top.