Genie Plus Three Part 01

 [Not my original concept. But I wanted to try it too. Here's the original  https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/3499  if you want to read that too.]

Richie was looking for a way out of the cold. He hated how the winters where he was were always so hard to deal with. He’d have to bundle up and stay inside. Even then he still felt the pressure of the cold whenever he would have to go shopping or leave his house. It’s why Florida seemed like such a good idea for his business trip. He'd spent months worming it into some of the higher ups ears. Just small hints here and there, making it seem like their idea instead of his. Now he had a week where he didn't have to wear heavy coats or deal with snow.  

He started unpacking in the hotel room. However, deep inside his suitcase was an item he didn’t quite remember packing. Being single all his life, Richie wasn’t used to finding unexpected items. With some of his business partners, he’d remember seeing them pull out one of their kids toys or something special from the missus to help them ‘get through the week.’

Richie couldn’t help but wonder what it was. It was his checked luggage so it had to be something that he’d packed. But deep down he’d never seen something like this before. It was a small glass like bottle with a cork in the top. Swishing it around, it sounded like something was in there. Maybe some perfume. He popped the cork off and smoke started pouring out of the container. He jumped back in shock. But more and more smoke kept pouring out. More than could ever fit into such a tiny container. He backed up against the window, thinking that would be the only safe place.

The smoke started to take a more solid form. It was binding together and growing taller. More like a man than a gaseous lifeless form. It crossed it’s arms against its barreled chest and spoke. “Greetings, I am the genie of the lamp,” the smoke stated.

“Ge-genie?” Richie stammered. He’d heard of stories and seen one in an animated movie with his niece but never thought they could possibly be real. It was too crazy to be true. Though there was no way to explain what had happened right before his eyes. He’d felt the bottle in his hands and figured that any kind of holographic technology wasn’t able to be this technical yet. Then again there were so many things that were out that that we’re considered to be pure fiction when he was growing up. 

“Yes. Genie of the lamp. I am here to grant your wishes.” He stayed stoically floating in the air while a swirl of smoke was where his legs were supposed to be. Though his body was far more distracting. With only an open vest, there were muscles bounding out of every place they could possibly be. Thick pecs kept the vest from covering really anything up while an eight pack dripped down towards the smoke that was apparently holding him up. His shoulders were broad and that same thick muscle went all the way down to his meaty hands.

The genie continued speaking as Richie stood there motionless. “I am here to grant your wishes. What is your first wish?”

“Hold it. Hold it,” Richie started out. He’d done enough deals with people to know full well you don’t get something for nothing. His mind was racing with greed but he knew he would end up far worse off if he were to wish for something and it bite him in the ass. “What are the rules?”

“Rules?”

“Yes rules. I don’t know much about this but I know there are some kind of rules. Like how many? What can’t I wish for? And so on.”

“Unlimited. I will be around until you dismiss me, then I will transport to my next master. You can wish for just about anything you want. I will still have the last say, but you can wish for anything.”

Richie still wasn’t buying that that was everything. The calm confident nature of the genie made it hard to tell whether or not he was lying. “I wish you can’t lie to me.” 

The genie used a rule he hadn’t told his master about, his ability to change, add or subtract up to three words from a wish if he desired. It often came in handy when his master would try to do something like this. Plus he’d be able to please his masters all the faster. He quickly shifted some of the words, ‘I wish you can’t lie to me for personal gain.’

Richie felt the new words come out of his mouth but didn’t notice them. Even though the wish still had a similar phrasing and meaning, it now meant that as long as the genie didn’t gain anything from the deal he could lie about whatever he wanted. Not that he did so often. Humans were so much easier to manipulate with part of the truth than all of it. 

“Are there any other rules I should know about?”

“No,” the genie stated. He gained nothing personally from changing the wishes. It was solely to help his master find inner happiness. 

“Okay…” Richie still was a bit skeptical but couldn’t find anything wrong. “Okay,” he took a breath. He’d known the first thing he’d wanted to change. It was his age. Looking into the mirror and seeing the gray adding to the remaining hair and how his body grew more and more plump each day, he wanted to go back to a time when it wasn’t like that. Maybe instead of spending all his time working for a company that probably would have replaced him the first chance they got a complaint, he could do something else. “I wish I’m 25 again.”

“Granted,” the genie said. Having nothing to add, he just allowed the wish to continue. Instantly the older man’s body started to trim up. His fat arms and belly tightened up against his waist while his chest pulled back against his body. The hair on his torso filled out on top of his head. The body he barely was taking of returned to his youth with a squarer jaw and far less wrinkles around his eyes or cheeks. 

“Woah…” Richie smiled as he looked over his body. The shirt and shorts he was wearing even fit to his size. Though they did look rather lame for what he wanted to wear. Suddenly he was worried about that again as he looked over his body. He was no longer an old man but a young one who had the world ahead of him. Though that also meant the company he was working for wasn’t going to be giving him as much vacation as he had had.

“Do you like?”

“Yeah!” Richie cheered as he moved his body around. The stiffness was gone and he could move without feeling any pain. Though he longed for more. In his youth, he’d never spent any time on his body. He’d gone straight to working in an office and figured that anything else would be pointless. ‘Why workout when you’re already tired?’ was always his mentality. Though that did mean he was also really out of shape. 

Even at 25 he could tell just how weak his body was. Not that there was a huge gut or anything just that he was weak and primed to get back to the weight he was at. And after seeing so many movies and ads with the male lead being so buff, he couldn’t help but be a bit jealous. Seeing their large pecs and trim waist may not have been incredibly popular when he was growing up, but it seemed to be right now. “Ok genie,” he looked in the mirror again imaging his body being like one of those actors playing a superhero he’d seen, “I wish I am as big and strong as an amateur bodybuilder.”

The genie flipped a word around, “I wish I exercised to be as big and strong as an amateur bodybuilder,” and granted it. Again Richie could feel his mouth say the word exercise instead of just be. The genie figured it would be better to allow him to have the habit of working out rather than just granting the wish. Now a series of work out plans filled the young man’s mind as his muscles started to bulge out of his body. Thick veiny muscles filled his sleeves. His chest pushed out a good few inches in front of him and his waist didn’t grow very much. He could feel the near 100 pounds of weight building up quickly all over his frame. All the way down to his feet he could feel the muscles growing on his body. The loose shirt from when he was older, was tightening around his chest and arms instead of his former belly. 

He could see the shirt straining against his arms. With a flex he tried to tear it. It wasn’t enough. “I wish I was bigger.”

The genie quickly added his three words. “I wish I was bigger than pro bodybuilders.” Richie could feel his body growing again. The tightness in his clothes was becoming even more noticeable. He gave another flex and heard a little bit of a tear. Then more as the sleeve couldn’t hold the power behind his bicep. Even the one that wasn’t flexing was ripping out of its sleeve and tearing it to shreds. His back widened enough to free itself and even a big hole around his ass.

The black dress pants he’d been wearing seemed to have survived for now, but with a few steps he could hear the seams starting to come apart. “Holy shit,” Richie started posing in front of the mirror. “This is crazy. Look how big I am! I really am bigger than bodybuilders.” He threw up his arms to check out the 20 inches they had grown to. The solid bicep bounced each time he moved his arm ever so slightly. 

“I do as my master wishes,” the genie said. 

“Well you do a damn good job,” Richie complemented the new body he had. He ran his hands over the smooth muscles. “But I need some clothes… He turned to the suitcase that had all his old clothes in it. None of them even came close to being able to fit him now. He could barely get his hand into the sleeve, let alone an entire arm. “Damn… I wish my clothes fit my new body.”

The genie corrected it, “I wish my clothes showed off my new body.” All the clothes he’d brought instantly started changing into something far more tight fitting. Most of the shirts lost their sleeves and larger holes were cut into them so allow his pecs even more breathing room. It’d be hard to keep his nipples contained as almost no fabric was around his upper body. But most people would probably be just as distracted by the impressive definition he had in them.

The same was true of his pants. Only one of them stay a black pair for more formal occasions but otherwise they all changed to shorts or spandex ones that clung tightly to his legs. Each of his four quads could be seen from each step and the diamond shaped calves were just as prominent. Instead of shoes, most of his suitcase was filled with different sandals for him to walk around in.

“Yeah. That’s more like it,” Richie tossed himself one last flex before slipping on a sandal over his massive foot and grabbing a towel.

“Master? Isn’t there more you want to wish for?” the genie asked.

“Course there is,” he laughed. “But first I wanna show off a bit too.”