Genie Plus Three Part 04

Mr. Higgins came barreling down the hallway. Despite his overweight and bloated body, he seemed to be moving a lot faster than anyone would have thought. All the extra weight in front of him didn’t seem to slow him down in the bit. But that speed wouldn’t be able to last too long. His face had already turned red, and his breathing was labored. “Brandon… Richard…” he panted as he finally got caught up to the two. 

“I’m sorry sir, there were just a few more things that Richie had to tune up than I thought he would. The presentation is done, we just need a computer to load it into,” Brandon answered for the two of them. The growth hadn’t stopped. His muscles had gotten just a little bit bigger after he finished speaking.

“Good,” Mr. Higgins huffed. “We can’t have any more screw ups. Mr. Quincey has been talking to The Cedar Group to make sure that everything goes off without a hitch. Until then, make sure you are ready for anything.” He looked over at Brandon and it was like the first time he noticed that he was actually standing there naked. “Looking good, Brandon,” he shook his head as though that wasn’t what he meant to say but no other words would come out.

“Thank you sir,” he grinned and threw up a flex. “I think I look pretty good myself. Maybe I’ll go get a gym membership after this.”

“It’d do your body well. You could probably get even bigger. Though, I don’t know how much,” again Mr. Higgins was confused by his joking nature but he just brushed it off and headed back into the conference room.

“Can you believe that? It’s like he didn't even care that I was naked. I can’t. That’s for sure. It’s so weird that I grew so much but I’m glad everyone is happy about it too,” Brandon let out a joyous grunt as he flexed his growing muscles again. His thick toes dug into the carpet beneath. “It just feels so good too…”

“I’m glad. You look good,” Richie complimented. He could feel the magic coercing him to say it. But even so, he’d probably say it anyways. “I just--”

Richie was cut off as someone bumped into his back. The guy fell over back after hitting him, landing on his ass. “Oh God. Mr. Clark is going to kill me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he kept apologizing as he joined the papers that were scattered around on the ground around him. His glasses had slid across the hall to one of the walls. Richie picked them up and then helped the guy back to his feet.

“It’s alright man. No harm done,” he said.

The guy seemed to have lost his breath as he felt the thick hand grip his and heft him back to his feet. Seeing the massive chest shoved into a shirt, whose buttons wouldn’t close, was rarely ever seen. “R-r-right,” he took a quick small bow. “I’m still sorry. I should watch where I’m going.”

He rushed into the conference room. “He’s fast,” Richie smirked.

“I’d say. But it looks like he forgot a few of his papers,” Brandon held them up. “We should probably go give them to him before he gets into trouble. It looks important…” At the top of the page was the Cedar Group’s logo.

“Guess so,” Richie agreed. They headed into the conference room. There were a bunch of people just standing around, talking to each other. The guy who had run into Richie, was still making his way across the room to Mr. Clark. He was one of the top guys at The Cedar Group. Mr. Higgins and Mr. Quincey were both talking to him, drinking some champagne from their glasses. It didn’t matter that it was barely noon.

Even from afar, Richie could see the condescending nature of Mr. Clark as he took the pages from the guy. The older business owner was obviously putting a lot of the blame on the guy and blaming him for forgetting the files. Richie felt a bit of anger rush into him from the scene. There were plenty of times he’d worked for other people or seen the same scenario play out. Even if it was completely the boss’ fault, it would always be the younger employee’s instead.

He slowed his pace a little, letting Brandon pull out in front of him. “Genie?” The large genie appeared beside him. “I wish that every time Mr. Clark tried to blame that guy for messing something up and it wasn’t his fault that he would be more submissive to him. And I wish that guy would become more confident.”

The genie nodded his head but changed the wishes ever so slightly. “I wish that every time Mr. Clark tried to blame that guy for messing something up and it wasn’t his fault that he would be more sexually submissive to men. And I wish that guy would become more confident and sexually dominant.” They were granted.

Richie laughed at the possible changing of their relationship. Though, he didn’t know why he wanted to make them sexually submissive or dominant. He ignored it and figured it would be more fun that way. But if their relationship were to change, he figured it’d be better to add a bit more fun to add more to it. 

Mr. Clark was someone in his early 60’s. He’d kept in pretty decent shape which made him look a bit younger. However, with his curt and well presented self, Richie couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like if he wasn’t so well put together. His high status gave him a natural authority around him. People seemed to move out of the way just when he was around. 

“Genie?” Richie felt the genie’s presence again. “I wish Mr. Clark would turn into a young muscle loving jock bro at the same rate as the other wish. And I wish the other guy would turn into a massive strongman at the same rate as the other wish.”

The genie smirked as he changed the wishes to something a bit more fun. “I wish Mr. Clark would turn into a young, dumb, excessively horny, muscle loving jock bro at the same rate as the other wish. And I wish the other guy would turn into a massive gay strongman at the same rate as the other wish.”

Again Richie enjoyed the nature of the wishes. Even from afar he could see them starting to take effect. The white in Mr. Clark’s hair was starting to turn back to it’s deep brown color. Wrinkles under his eyes and around his face weren’t nearly as deep. His muscles pushed ever so slightly more against his clothes. And his eyes kept locking onto Richie and Brandon.

Of course that would be a little bit natural as the one was almost 6’7” loaded with muscles and completely naked while Richie looked like he was about to burst out of his clothes at any minute. However, it wasn’t just the catch of an eye. His bottom lip seemed to have gotten caught between his teeth as he stared ever so intently.

All the while the guy next to him was slowly becoming more and more uncomfortable. His average height and weight were rapidly changing. In his mid to late twenties, he’d kept a very trim physique. Only the hint of a belly was starting to push out of his 32 inch jeans. While the rest of him barely had any weight on him at all. That was starting to change as he shifted his weight back and forth on his feet trying to get more comfortable. A bit of facial hair covered his once perfectly trimmed face. The angles around his chin rounded out but the cut nature of his growing beard turned it back into more cut angles.

“What’s everyone talking about?” Richie asked as he joined the group of guys.

Mr. Clark was the first to answer. “Oh nothing too important. Just ragging on Jason here for forgetting the IWPP’s again. He can be so forgetful sometimes.” A bit more of the brown in Mr. Clark’s hair returned. While a bit of anger flashed on Jason’s face for being made fun of.

“Oh? Does he forget a lot of things?” Richie pressed.

Mr. Clark paused for a second and returned to his joking manner. “Course he does. Probably forget his own head if it weren’t attached to him. Just last week, I got a call from a client because he hadn’t called him back. Well, long story short, but I was able to smooth everything over. Right, knucklehead?”

“That was you…” Jason grumbled under his breath. Both seemed just as shocked at his sudden retort. Their eyes locked for a second and Mr. Clark returned to his fake smile. The wrinkles around it were even smoother. He barely looked to be forty and thick muscles seemed to have developed under his dress shirt. The buttons around his chest had a bit of tension while the buttons holding his sleeves around his wrists popped open. He naturally rolled them up, still trying to look professional.

Meanwhile, the light belly that Jason had, grew a bit more. He tried to suck it in, but it was still bunching up around his waist. The shirt he was wearing untucked from his waist. He noticed but tried not to draw attention to it. “I wish Jason and Mr. Clark’s clothes would fit them while they grow,” his wished, as quietly as he could.

The genie changed the wish ever so slightly, “I wish Jason and Mr. Clark’s clothes would just barely fit them while they grow.”

Richie could already see Jason’s pants barely mold around his growing belly. The round mass of flesh hung just slightly over the belt, pushing the button up shirt just enough to put tension on the buttons. The sleeves of his shirt were already starting to fill up. He looked over at his boss and they were eye level. Both seemed to have noticed but neither directly said anything. 

“Oh? Was it Mr. Clark’s fault? I’m sure he has a story that you actually screwed up with then,” Richie pressed on.

“That’s not--”

“There is,” Mr. Clark interrupted Mr. Higgins. There was already some more growth starting to happen. The wrinkles around his face had smoothed over while his hair was completely brown and covering his head. His posture changed ever so slightly, but he tried to uphold the confident demeanor he had. “There was the one time where he’d… Uhm… He’d… Uhm…” the dumb bro mentality was starting to take over. His confident stature looked more fake than just even a few moments ago. “Bro,” he cleared his throat. “I mean, bruh.” 

Mr. Clark looked mortified. He’d never used a word like that. All the while he had to crane his neck back to look his employee in the eyes. Suddenly, Jason had nearly grown a foot taller and over doubled his weight. So many different stories he wanted to blame on his employee had shot through his head, that it only amplified the speed of the transformation. 

Jason had somehow stayed quiet all the way. It didn’t matter that his bones were rapidly growing longer and thicker to support the extra weight. Thick muscles covered those bones but a healthy amount of fat covered that. His shirt stretched against his barrel of a chest and hefty belly. But even that belly stayed trimmed and tucked nicely underneath his pecs. Heavy amounts of hair had filled his face, and some was starting to escape from the opening of his shirt his chest had made, as there was no way those top buttons would be able to stay closed.

Again, Mr. Clark tried clearing his throat. He wanted to demand the confidence of his former older body. “Bruh,” he felt the jocky cadence in his voice again. It wouldn’t go away no matter how much he tried to focus on it. “You rememba that one time right? It was when ya… Uhh… What’s the name of that form? Shit… It was...”

One of Jason’s mitts of a hand grabbed the other man by the back of the neck. His large fingers easily wrapped around it. The thick calluses rubbed against the more smooth skin. “You’ll have to excuse us for a second,” the confidence boomed out of his voice. Mr. Higgins and Mr. Quincey nodded as Jason led his boss outside the conference room to somewhere far more private. “The fuck you think you’re doing?” he growled.

“I’m trying to impress them,” he said. It didn’t come out nearly as bold as he thought it would. “If--”

"Did they look impressed?” Jason folded his arms against his chest. Mr. Clark felt his heart sink and dick harden. The condescending nature of his employee talking down to him suddenly felt so arousing. He could see the same was happening to Jason. 

“No… But--”

“No buts. Your not some big shot who knows what the fuck he’s doing. Got it? You never have been. If your daddy didn’t give you the fucking job, it would have gone to someone who deserved it. Got it?” Jason waited for a response. But really it was just his dick had throbbed seeing the wide eyes of his boss looking up at him for support. He didn’t know where the sudden power came from his voice but he liked it compared to the needy demeanor of his boss. One of them had to be in charge. “Got it?” he pressured.

“Yes sir!” Mr. Clark answered.

Jason felt his cock throb at the answer. If he was back to how he thought he should have been, he would have nearly doubled over at the pleasure. But now, it was like he shouldn’t do that. He had to keep his wits about him. “Good,” he answered with a bit of an attitude. “Now on your knees.”

“Sir?” Mr. Clark felt his body almost react to the command without him thinking. He could feel himself struggling to stay standing.

“You heard me. On. Your. Knees.”  Hearing the growl in Jason’s voice sent him to the ground. He felt it hard to concentrate on anything else. He moved closer and started to move his hands towards Jason’s belt buckle. “No hands,” Jason ordered. “You were a bad boy.”

Mr. Clark wanted to whine but knew he shouldn’t. He was already in enough trouble and used his teeth to undo the belt. It took a bit of work but he was able to do it. Jason’s tight pants barely slid over his thick hairy thighs. His cock sprang to life as it had finally been freed. Deep down Mr. Clark knew what he was supposed to do. He felt it in his bones. Even if he’d never done it before he felt compelled to move his face forward. 

His open mouth met with the hard member and he went to town. The mix between sucking and lapping it with his tongue felt so natural. The thick rod filled his mouth but he knew how to avoid it from hitting his teeth. His anus puckered, expecting to be shown some love as well but none was to come. “Good…” Jason’s low  growl praising Mr. Clark sent him over. He couldn’t stop though. The mess in his pants only grew as more and more as he kept sucking. But he couldn’t stop.

He didn’t want to stop. His goal was obvious. He could feel the pumping in his mouth as Jason teased and edged closer. It was getting harder for him to say words as the single syllable was interrupted by a heavy grunt. The grip on the back of Mr. Clark’s head tightened. Then Jason let loose. Heavy torrents of cum erupted from his dick and shot down the other man’s throat. 

Mr. Clark couldn’t take it all and pulled back too quickly, forcing some to cover his face as well. He wiped it clean against his shirt but the stickiness still stayed. “I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s fine,” Jason grumbled again. “You’ll get cleaned up. Then I’ll do the talking. Got it?”

“Yes sir!” Mr. Clark said. Both felt their cocks throb at the statement but right now they had other things they had to do.