Genie Plus Three Part 02

Richie headed to the pool not worrying about anything else. Even if he was on a business trip, the only thing he cared about was showing off. Every step he took was another reminder of just how big he’d gotten. The feeling of his arms having to sway so far away from his body and quads rubbing up against each other, made him feel unstoppable. Or maybe it was the loud clapping of his flip flops against his large muscular feet. 

Either way he felt amazing as he laid out his towel along one of the benches and sat down. There were plenty of people still around the pool. Despite it being February, the Florida weather seemed to keep it rather warm. And with all the extra muscle he was carrying around, he couldn’t even feel a chill in the air. 

He stretched to the air letting his body feel all the power in his muscles. But he wanted to go swimming. His body craved it. “Damn it, forgot my swim trunks. Genie, I wish I was wearing my swim trunks.”

The genie switched a word around. “Genie, I wish I was wearing a speedo,” then granted the wish. He could see the shorts Richie had been wearing disappear and then reappear as the tight fabric that gripped his average sized cock. The small amount of fabric wrapped around his thick legs and barely could cover his muscular ass. Each step he took, he could feel it slipping off just a little bit more. 

“That’s better,” Richie smiled as he stood up and reached for the sky one last time. He stood next to the edge of the pool and then hopped in. The water rushed around his body and he felt his dense body sink to the bottom. With a powerful kick, he sent himself back to the top, but grabbed his speedo afraid it might come off. “Shit,” he laughed as he looked around to see if anyone noticed.

Most people were minding their own business, but there were a couple of guys in their early twenties trying to hide their snickers. “Right,” Richie hid whatever embarrassment he might have had behind a confident smile. He knew wearing a speedo was a bit out of the ordinary, but anything else would have covered up his body too much. “I wish those three were wearing speedos,” he told the Genie.

The genie added a few words of his own, “I wish those three loved wearing speedos around pools.” And just like that, the three guys trunks started shrinking and pulling against their bodies. Just a small amount of the stretchy fabric fit around their more athletic thighs as the trunks shrank more and more. The speedo rounded around their muscular legs and wrapped around their junk. Suddenly, Richie got a bit jealous of the two on the left as, even soft, their bulges pressed hard against their confines.

He bit his tongue but it wasn’t working. The jealousy was still there and he could feel it. “I wish…” Richie took a deep breath. “I wish my dick was bigger than theirs.”

The genie quickly went to work. “I wish my dick and balls were bigger than theirs.” Richie could feel the already lacking space between his legs shrink to something non existent. His balls swelled up. They pushed his cock forward. The average sized rod pushed harder against the fabric and caused an even bigger bulge. Nothing he could see over his large bulbous pecs, but he could feel it as he waded through the water. He had a bit more a waddle to his walk to not cause his massive thighs to crush anything. 

Richie waddled over to the guys at the side of the pool and leaned his heavy arms against the concrete. “Sup,” he tried to sound cool. 

“Sup?” one of the guys said. “See we’re not the only ones who like speedos.”

“Guess not,” Richie confirmed. “I think they’re pretty cool myself.”

The three snickered. “Damn dude, don’t sound like such an old fart.”

Richie felt his discomfort grow again. Even though he looked 25 he still had all the mannerisms of his old self. Those three clearly didn’t speak in a similar way as him. “I wish I could fit in with them better.”

The genie quickly changed the sentence around, “I wish I could fit inside them better.” The three wiggled back and forth a bit as their assholes grew a little less tight. He could see the light discomfort as they squirmed in their seats.

“What was that?” one of them asked.

“What was what?” Richie tried to pretend like he hadn’t said something weird. 

“C’mon man, why’d you say, ‘I wish I could fit inside them better?’” the one asked. “It’s a weird fucking thing to say.”

“It’s… Uhhh…” Richie was starting to lose the narrative. He was hoping his size would have been enough of a conversation starter that they wouldn’t ask for anything else. That they’d just invite him to a party or something. 

The genie hovered over. “You can wish for them to accept my existence master,” the genie said.

“That’s even better! I wish they would believe me when I tell them I have a genie!” Richie exclaimed.

However the genie had other ideas. “I wish they would want to test me when I tell them I have a genie. Richie felt the couple of extra words slip out of his mouth but didn’t really think about them.

“I have a genie,” he said.

“We heard,” one of them laughed. “You just said it twice.”

“Right...” Richie felt like he was losing his audience again.

“How about we just cut the crap and you just prove it.”

“Right! Uhh… What’s your name?” Richie asked. 

“Travis,” the one on the far left said. He was probably the most ‘alpha’ out of the three. Each time Richie had tried to say something, he was the one to interrupt. Though with his sleek trim but muscular physique, it was obvious why he wouldn’t want someone like Richie around. With the more bloated and commanding presence around, people might think Richie was the one in charge. 

“Ok, and what do you want me to wish for?”

“Make me a big ass bodybuilder like you with an even bigger cock that I use to fuck chicks with,” he threw up an arm to flex and then gave it a hard slap. The arm had a decent amount of muscle to it, just like the rest of his body, but Travis clearly wanted more. Since Richie had entered the pool area, he’d been glaring and trying to make fun of him for being something he clearly wanted to be.

Richie started the wish, “I wish that Travis was a huge bodybuilder with a massive cock.” The genie quickly changed a couple of words. “I wish that Travis was a huge gay bodybuilder with a tiny cock.”

“That’s not…” Travis was cut short by the sudden growth he felt surging through his body. The lean muscles quickly bulked up in size. Their trim defined shapes doubled in size. He could see the amount of flesh growing more and more on him. His arms rubbed against his lats. His quads were pressed up against each other and his pecs pushed far out in front of him. The bloated muscle made it impossible to look straight down again.

But that just meant he couldn’t see the shrinkage in his speedo. The hefty bulge pulled closer and closer to his body. The other two started laughing. “Dude! I thought you were supposed to wish for something that wasn’t true!”

Travis looked over his oversized body again. He could feel all the power surging through each of his muscles and the way their size made it more difficult to move. “Shut the fuck up Cole. That’s not what I wished for.” He gripped his friend by the shoulders and felt an odd feeling rush through his body. The tension in his speedo came back but it wasn’t the same. “Shit,” Travis quickly let go and backed away. Looking around the pool he tried to focus on the girls he’d been before, but his mind would stay on them. Instead it was a couple of guys. Even though they weren’t in the best of shape he couldn’t help but imagine what they looked like without their swim trunks on.

“Dude, what’s the matter?” Cole asked. “It’s not like the wish actually did anything…”

“Didn’t do anything?” Travis looked at his body. Everything about him was huge. Not quite double but his arms were at least 20 inches wide and it was impossible to look down over his massive chest. He could feel the cobblestone abs right underneath them. He’d always been pretty fit, but now he was massive. “You have to turn me back to normal,” he told Richie.

“Normal? But isn’t that what you wanted?” 

“No!” Travis yelled. He looked around and a couple of people looked his way. Suddenly he felt embarrassed. More because he liked the couple of guys who were looking his new body up and down. “You have to wish me back to normal.”

“Ok. I wish Travis was back to normal,” Richie told the genie. But it was swiftly changed to, “I wish Travis thought this was normal.” Travis’ tense body relaxed. “Better?”

“Yeah,” Travis smiled. “You guys gotta try it. Tell him to make a wish.”

Cole shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Sounds pretty lame. What do you think Andy?” 

“I don’t know,” Andy agreed. “Did it really work?”

“Yeah!” Travis threw up another flex showing off his muscular body. He was getting into the feeling. Obviously it was something he had strived to get to so why shouldn’t it be put in the best light as often as possible. And with how much tighter his speedo was, it showed off everything all the better.

“Ok…” Andy felt himself agree. He moved closer to Richie and kept his voice down while Cole and Travis were distracted. Travis was busy showing off his muscles again while Cole was mocking him for it. He seemed to love teasing Travis about his hard tiny cock. But to them this was completely normal. “Can you make me a bit more confident? I mean. It’s like I’m around these two all the time and don’t always feel like I can keep up…” 

“Hmmm… Okay… But how should I wish it?”

Andy took a second to think about it. He never wanted to be as big as someone like Travis but wouldn’t have minded being bigger. And even though his slightly below average cock was so much bigger than Travis’ he wouldn’t have minded that too. “I don’t know… Maybe something like, ‘I wish I was an alpha quarterback, with a massive cock that could impress any woman?’ Something like that?”

“Right,” Richie agreed. “I wish that Andy was an alpha quarterback, with a massive cock that could impress any woman.” 

The genie quickly turned a few of the words around. “I wish that Andy was an alpha twink, with a massive cock that could impress any man.”

A smile crossed Andy’s face as he felt the blood start rushing to his cock. He could see the slight bulge in his speedo quickly double in size. Even though he was still soft, it still was prominently displayed. “Wait. What?” he realized his wish had been slightly altered as he saw the average muscular build start to disappear. Years of soccer had given his body a thin but lithe style of muscles that could be easily seen through his medium sized shirt.

However those were quickly starting to disappear as his cock grew. Now those medium shirts would almost feel big against the smooth weak nature of his body. Not to mention how the twink part made him gay. He looked over at Travis flexing and felt like he wanted to pin the big man down to the ground. He felt the urge building in him more and more but turned back to Richie. “That’s not… That’s not what I wished for,” he stuttered feeling the extra sensitivity from his bigger dick. The sensation of it running against his speedo sent a shiver through his spine. “Dude. Why am I a twink?” 

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Richie asked.

“No, you only got some of it right. I wanted to have sex with women and be big and muscular.”

“Ok, let’s see if I can fix it, “I wish Andy could have sex with any woman he wanted. I wish he was built like a pro athlete.”

The genie changed the wishes again. “I wish Andy could have sex with any man he wanted.” and “I wish he could make them built like a pro athlete.”

“That’s still not right!” Andy shouted. He could see the guys at the poll looking at him. Each one of their eyes seemed to have stopped right around his bulge only making it even bigger. Their mouths hung open, obviously impressed by what they were seeing. He knew he should have been embarrassed but somehow it was replaced with confidence. Everyone was looking at him. All because he was hot. 

“Damn dude,” Cole smirked as he and Travis stopped showing off. “What are you even trying to wish for?” 

“I’m trying to be straight again,” Andy stated.

The two laughed. “Straight? The fuck you wanna be that for?” Cole laughed. “With a cock like that you could have any guy you wanted.”

“Yeah but--” Andy felt a surge of pleasure go through him at the realization of the complement Cole had just given him. ‘Was that a proposition?’ he felt the sensation double as more blood rushed to his cock. It was the first time he’d noticed the absolute size difference between the two. Cole had always worked out and tried to be an alpha athlete. He was good at every sport he ever played and didn’t like to lose. It slowly started to dawn on him what was going on.

“Do you want some of this?” Andy continued. He thrust his hips forward and watched Cole’s eyes go wide. At 6’3” Cole stood over a head taller than him now. Andy took a step forward. “Well?”

Cole suddenly felt like it was hard to breath. Almost like someone had just punched him in the stomach. He felt his conscious mind telling him, ‘no!’ but his body was reacting in other ways. The closer Andy got, the harder it was to resist. His hand pawed at his cock. It pressed hard against the speedo he was wearing.

Andy stood on his tiptoes and pulled Cole the few inches that were still away from his lips. Then kissed him. Cole found his body following through with the motion. He never considered himself gay. Never looked at any man other than Andy. But why now? Why did Andy suddenly want him. His small hands ran up and down smooth muscles. 

Suddenly they weren’t so smooth. Coarse hair started growing out of his chest and over his abs. Cole’s square jawline did the same. Hair covered each and every inch of it over around his lips and up the sides of his face. The light amount of fur quickly turned into a forest that covered the back of his hands and ran up his arms and down his legs.

Cole felt his face starting to pull away from Andy’s. He had to lean over more as his legs started to lengthen. He bent them more but felt Andy give him a push. Despite it being so weak, his body seemed to have toppled over and fell onto the ground. “Wait… What?” he was taken out of the daze and looked over his growing body. The cut and defined muscles he’d always strived for were quickly gaining a layer of fat on top of them. “What’s going--”

Andy cut him off with another kiss. “I already have my bodybuilder. I want my big ole muscle bear too…” he twirled a finger around Cole’s nipple causing the giant of a man to seize up. Each of his limbs flexed and released at the sensation. “So you’re going to be my lineman…” 

The six abs layered under Cole’s chest quickly turned into one big block of solid mass. It just barely passed his heavy  pecs. His big hands gripped the sides of Andy’s body but he was still the one in control. It didn’t matter that he probably weighed a third of what Cole did now, he was the one moving things forward. Cole could feel himself giving into the sensation as he rubbed his thick heavy cock against his body. 

Cole squirmed even more under the sensation. It just felt so good. He didn’t want it to stop. But that didn’t seem to be up to him or his body. The sensation was too much as he felt his body buck. His cock released into the air.

“Am I too hot for you?” Andy teased.

“Maybe,” Cole turned his head away. “But do I really have to be fat?”

“Fat? I wouldn’t say your fat. Your burly. And it’s really hot,” Andy ran his two tiny hands over the massive slabs of beef Cole had for pecs. 

Cole was brought to attention again. He felt a bit of embarrassment as his cock pushed against Andy’s body. “Uhh… I don’t have a speedo anymore.”

“Guess not,” Andy laughed. “Travis. Go get a towel or something.” He turned around. “Hey… Where’d that other guy go?”

“Dunno,” Travis handed him a towel.