Genie Plus 3 Part 03

“Richie!” Brandon gave a loud scolding hiss from the edge of the pool. His size wasn't nearly as intimidating as his personality. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Mr. Higgins and Mr. Quincey have been asking where you’ve been for the last 30 minutes. I only happened to look out here and see you’re giant ass swimming!? The fuck is wrong with you! We’re not here on vacation! It’s a fucking business trip!”

“Oh… Right,” Richie let out a half hearted smile. He wanted to watch what was going to happen to Cole and Andy. Then again Travis seemed to have gone off on his own little world as he couldn’t get enough of his new body. Even if it was ‘normal’ he seemed to love feeling each and every bit of his new body.

“Don’t you, ‘Oh… Right,’ me,” Brandon scolded again. “I’ve been telling Mr. Higgins and Mr. Quincey all sorts of lies about you. And then you have to go and be swimming! C’mon! We’re not in college anymore. You can’t just go around and think that you can do whatever you want. It’s not like I want you to get fired. I just want you to actually do the job.”

“I know. I know,” Richie swam to the edge of the pool and lifted his heavy body out of the water. His thick arms flexed as he used his strength to do so. Brandon looked away. “I’ll go get changed.”

“Good,” Brandon kept his eyes front as he started walking. Despite his size, he still didn’t show any fear when talking to people bigger than him. But that’s because he cared more about status than size. Since Richie was now his equal, there was no reason for him to be scared. That’s compared to when Richie had been his boss and Brandon would nearly panic if he had ever had to admit he had screwed up. But that rarely ever happened.

Richie followed his coworker into the hotel. “Let me go get changed,” Richie said as they passed a bathroom.

“Changed?” Brandon just realized that Richie was still in a speedo. “Oh my God! Right! Changed. Fuck! You can’t go in like that. Do you have a change of clothes? All I see is a towel. Where’s your suit? Oh God, My Higgins is going to be pissed. I don’t know how much longer I can keep up the lie.”

“Brandon,” Richie put his thick hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine. I’ll be out in a minute.” 

“O… Kay,” Brandon held his tongue as Richie went into the bathroom.

The genie came out and hovered around Richie. “He sure is one to use a lot of words to say very little.”

“Yeah,” Richie smiled. He was too busy looking over the leftover droplets of water running over his muscles. “But he’s a real honest guy. Never had a problem with him. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to have a bit of fun either,” a smirk crossed his face as he flexed a little bit more. “So the person I change using a wish is able to tell something else but no one else is?”

“Correct,” the genie said. “It would be rather silly if you were to make a wish about yourself and then not remember making it. Thus it is given to people you make a wish about as well. However, the rest of the world doesn’t recognize anything had changed.”

“Hmmm… Okay,” Richie nodded. “Well I guess first things first, I wish I am wearing some of my business casual clothes but they fit me.”

The genie quickly added a word of his own. “I wish I am wearing some of my business casual clothes but they barely fit me.” The wish was granted and a navy blue long sleeve button up shirt appeared on his bare torso. It pressed hard against his muscular body and the button on the sleeves had to be undone. They rolled up just a little bit. But it was the same with his shirt. The top two buttons near his neck couldn’t quite close all the way showing off just a little bit of his muscular chest. A tie was used to close the distraction but it didn’t work very well.

Black pants covered his speedo and the sandals changed into black shoes. He wiggled his toes trying to feel whatever free space was available but there was barely any. Moving, his body he could feel the clothes hugging tightly against his bloated muscles. The constant strain of his large body against the fabric meant it was ready to burst at any moment. He moved slowly and felt the tension in his clothes.

“Damn, I look good,” he complimented himself. Even in the discomfort of the tight space, he loved seeing just how big his body was. “Now about Brandon… I don’t want him to notice right away but I still want him to grow… Can I make a conditional wish? Like after so many such and such it causes a change?”

“Of course,” the genie said. 

“Hmmmm… Okay. I wish that every ten words he speaks he grows one percent bigger. And I wish other people wouldn’t notice it.”

The genie liked the idea of the first wish but the second one he thought could be more fun. He quickly changed it to, “And I wish other people would only compliment it.” 

“This is going to be fun. He’s going to get so embarrassed,” Richie smiled as he walked out of the bathroom. 

“Finally,” Brandon huffed. “What took you so long in there? I feel like I’ve been waiting forever. You know that I’m not very good at lying and I’m pretty sure if Mr. Higgins isn’t suspicious of something Mr. Quincey will definitely say something. And you know how he can get. It’s never just a simple word or two. We’ll probably have a whole meeting about it and then waste a day when we could be doing something more productive…” Brandon saw a smile creeping onto Richie’s face. “What?”

“Nothing,” Richie lied. At 5’8” and 150 pounds he was a pretty average sized guy. Nothing too impressive about him. But within the first 30 seconds of Richie making a wish he’d already spoken 80 words. The 5’8” stature quickly shot up past 6’1” while he’d only gained a bit more extra 12 pounds of weight. He looked even skinnier than he had just a few seconds ago. And now his shirt was starting to come undone. “I just need to do one thing…”

Richie walked back into the bathroom ignoring the, “Wait,” Brandon had said to him.

“Genie, he’s only growing taller. I wanted him to grow more muscular too…” Richie said.

“Master, all you said was bigger. I thought it meant everything.”

“Everything?” Richie questioned. He shook his head trying to focus. “Nevermind. Can I modify the wish?”

“Of course. Simply wish to have it no longer in effect and then word it the way you would like it to work.”

“Right. That makes sense. I wish my previous wish would only make his muscles bigger. I wish he’d only grow 1% taller after every 100 words.”

The genie quickly altered the two wishes. “I wish my previous wish would only make his muscles, dick and balls bigger. I wish he’d only grow 1% taller and horny after every 100 words.”

Richie exited the restroom satisfied with his new wishes. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to work on Brandon’s dick and balls so much but shrugged his shoulders after the wish was completed. “Sorry, had to take a piss.”

“Right…” Brandon said. His eyes were sizing up Richie again. This time slightly differently. He tucked the tail of his shirt back into his pants and was about to start walking.

“Something wrong?” Richie grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

“Wrong? Uhh… No. Not wrong. I wouldn’t say wrong. Different. But I wouldn’t use the word wrong. But it’s nothing. I’m probably just being crazy. Let’s just go.”

Richie smirked at how many words he’d used. He could already see them bunching up and pushing at the empty space within the shirt. It was only a little over two percent more but he probably weighed about 165. At 6’1” that was still really thin, but with how his shirt kept coming untucked, it was still something. “If something’s bothering, you can tell me.”

Brandon took a deep breath. “Ok. It’s just. I don’t know. But have we always been this close in height?” he paused but not nearly long enough for a response. “I know it’s stupid. I know but it’s just that I thought you were a lot taller than me. Because I always had to look up to you but right now it just doesn’t seem like it’s that way. It’s almost like were a lot closer in height. And then there’s my clothes. All of a sudden they aren’t really fitting me right anymore. It’s like all of a sudden I just started some kind of super growth spurt and I don’t know why. Do I look any different?”

“Different?” Richie smirked. He watched as more and more weight packed onto his frame. He’d passed the hundred word mark so that meant a little over a half of inch was added to his height as well. The weight was starting to pack on and he had a bit of a runner's physique going on. He tugged at the tail of his shirt again as it started to come out again. “How so?”

“You… Uhh… You don’t notice anything different? It’s just… Uhhh… It feels like I’m growing. Like I’m getting bigger. I don’t know. I’m just being stupid. I’m sorry for bringing it up.” Brandon massaged the back of his neck, looking at the ground. “Besides we have to go meet up with Mr. Higgins and Mr. Quincey. So I told them that you were putting some finishing touches on the presentation. Don’t worry. I did it all last night. If they ask any questions I’ll make sure to answer them. But for all they know that’s what you’ve been doing. So don’t tell them any different. Okay?”

Another hundred words. He grew three quarters of an inch and was closer to 6’3” than 6’2” that also meant another ten percent of his weight was added to his musculature. He’d zoomed past 170 pounds resting close to 175. They were starting to show in his sleeves and rearend. Brandon stopped as there was visible space between his pants and shirt now.

“No way… This can’t be happening. I just bought this shirt a few weeks ago. How could I have outgrown it?”

“Outgrown it?” Richie feigned ignorance. He loved seeing it stretch just a little bit more as Brandon gained another two and a half pounds. 

“Huh? What are you talking about? Can’t you see how tight it’s getting. It’s like it’s getting tighter every second. And I just keep getting bigger. And then it’s getting tighter. What am I going to do? Mr. Quincy and Mr. Higgens are going to be furious if I show up like this. They’re going to kill me if they see me like this. It’s so unprofessional. Wait.” He paused and stepped closer to Richie. “Are we… Are we the same height?”

He’d well passed another hundred words pushing him past 6’4” his muscles were really starting to show through his shirt as he stood there. But it was still mostly his bone structure really pushing at the fabric. That didn’t mean his scrawny arms hadn’t started to bulk up. From small 12 inches around they were pushing past 15 inches and were close to 16. His chest actually had some definition with a divot between the two pecs. And in that space space between his pants and shirt had two abs clearly visible.

“Yeah?” Richie acted like it was completely normal. He pretended that it would be strange for Brandon to think of himself as anything other than the 200 plus pound guy.

“No. That’s not right. I was always shorter than you. Way shorter. There’s no way they we should be even close. Just look at my clothes. They don’t fit me at all. And they’re... “ He groaned. “They’re getting tighter. I know I fit in them perfectly this morning but now I can’t at all. Just look how small they look. And they keep… They keep getting smaller.”

“I thought you said you were getting bigger,” Richie teased. The weight was really starting to pack on now. At least a full two pounds for every ten words and he’d just gone through another fifty.

“You know what I mean,” Brandon glared. “It’s just…” he groaned again. “My shoes… Fuck… They’re just so tight right now. It was a bit annoying before you went into the bathroom but now they’re just impossibly tight. There’s no room in them. How does that even happen? It’s like I’ve been trying to ignore it but…” That’s when they broke free from their confines. The shoes couldn’t hold back the size of his growing feet. He gave them a wiggle and then jumped back with a bit of a scream.

Brandon went back to Richie and gripped his shirt. He was now taller than him. “You can’t be serious. You can’t not notice that I’m growing. I just burst out of my shoes. And…” a light tear came from the shoulder of his shirt.

“I don’t know. I think you look pretty good,” Richie said. He could feel the magic compelling him to complement the other guy.

“This can’t be real. This can’t be real,” Brandon started pacing back and forth repeating the phrase over and over again. His body didn’t stop growing. He’d passed 6’5” but his muscles just looked bigger and more defined. As he swung them back and forth Richie could see the seams starting to give way. His arms filled the once very loose sleeves. His belt was also digging into his skin. Not because there was any fat there but simply because his hip bone had grown to help accommodate his new height.

The fear on Brandon’s face made Richie laugh a little bit. He had no idea that no one would care if he were naked or not but Brandon was seriously afraid of it. “If you were growing, I wish you would just enjoy the growth.”

The genie enjoyed the wish but added three words of his own. “I wish you would just enjoy the growth and crave more.”

“Enjoy it?” Brandon stopped pacing for a second. “You can’t be serious. Look at me. I’m growing out of my clothes. They don’t fit me anymore and soon they’ll just be scraps on the floor. And I’m just... “ he let out a grunt feeling the clothes strap to his body even tighter. Everything inside him was telling him he was supposed to be angry, but all he could feel was joy. “I’m about to be naked. In front of our entire business. With everyone looking at my body.”

More and more joy flooded into his system the more he spoke. He could feel the growth in his body and his craving to have more. Never in his life had he felt like this. He always thought guys like that were conceited. But now he wanted it. He wanted to be bigger.

“Yeah. It’ll be awesome,” Richie gave him a smack to the shoulder.

“Yeah… Awesome. I’ll be so fucking big. Bigger than anyone else here. I always thought you were a giant and now look at you. You look so small now. I can’t believe it. I wouldn’t have ever thought of you as small but now I’m looking down at you. And my body. It’s almost as thick. If I were shorter, I’d definitely be thicker. I know it.”

Brandon felt his body start growing again another 13 pounds were added to his already large muscular frame. There was no way his clothes would be able to fit him any more. They tore in every direction as he gave a mighty flex feeling the growth take hold of him. He flexed harder letting everything he was wearing tear from his body and fall to the floor. 

“Damn that felt really good. I get why you work out to be so big,” Brandon smiled. His dick was starting to get hard and pointed towards Richie. It was massive. Well over 10 inches long with thick heavy balls right behind it. 

“Brandon! Richard!” Mr. Higgins came down the hallway.