One for Me, One for You Part 02

Matt shook his head. He was still having trouble trying not to wish to be bigger. Right now it was the only thing on his mind. His body filled out the mirror on the closet door but it wasn’t big enough. Before the wish he’d been about 170 pounds but now he was well over 230 if not over 240. It was bigger than he’d even imagined when he’d made the wish. Every part of him bulged. Even with the taught belly in front of him he didn’t seem to mind, as long as he was big.

“I’m trying to think of one,” Matt lied. Over and over again he just wanted to say the words, ‘I wish I was even bigger,’ but on a pragmatic level he knew that would be a waste of a wish.

“Oh?!” Falalfal spun around in the air again. “Why’s that? Just wish for the first thing that comes to your mind.”

“I wish I enjoyed working out,” Matt fought directly wishing to be bigger. 

“Oh! Granted!” instantly Matt’s mind filled with all kind of work out plans. Never in his life had he ever wanted to go to the gym but right now it was all that was on his mind. He grimaced at how badly he wanted to be there right now. To feel the weight against his body as he struggled to pull out one more rep. “I wish you enjoyed eating healthy!”

A sigh of relief left Matt as he watch his larger belly start to deflate. His grandpa had always been a pretty big guy. Even in his youth he had a bit more of a belly in front of him. It was the only part Matt had never really liked. But at the same time he wasn’t sure he wanted it to go all the way down. Having a six pack meant he couldn’t be as big. He couldn’t be as strong. 

Matt shook his head trying to think about what he wanted again. “Focus…” he told himself as he tried to think of a wish that didn’t involve getting bigger. The only trend he could really see was that Falalfal would wish something that could be related to what he wished for. “I wish I never had to work again.”

“Oh! Granted! But I wish you still loved doing manual labor!” 

“What?!” Matt shouted as he watched his body change ever so slightly. The soft doughier frame he had was quickly starting to tighten up. Deep callouses covered his hands while his skin was far rougher to the touch. Mud stained his shirt, jeans and boots. “What the hell!? You were supposed to make me super rich or something.”

“Ehhh… Well… Technically you don’t have to work anymore…”

Deep down Matt knew he was right. He could just sit at home all day doing nothing but where was the fun in that. Feeling his body move heavy bags of concreate or barrels full of dirt was kind of fun. It gave him purpose. And with a body like this he was perfect for it. Girls walking by would always glance over and see his sleeveless shirt and vest and stare blindly at him. He’d smile and toss them a flex and watch them nearly run into something on the sidewalk.

“Ok…” Matt was starting to give into the thoughts. He’d never had a respect for people who did hard work like that before. It was a job that was beneath him. But right now he was getting into it. He could remember a beautiful dark haired girl walking down the sidewalk who just completely stuck out to him. He curves moved perfectly with his body as she walked and her soft gentle face just stuck out to him.

His hand brushed up against his dick and he felt it harden. The thought grew deeper into his mind. “Man… I wish I could get any girl I want to fall in love with me…” he moaned thinking about it more. 

“I wish you were only attracted to men!”

Instantly Matt was brought back down to reality. “What!!!!” he roared. His thoughts about the beautiful woman instantly disappeared and was replaced with all the men he worked with. Their large hard bodies had so many different shapes and sizes but they were all so strong. He’d find it hard not to stop and stare while he was at the job sites. It was one of the perks of being into manual labor; over 90% of the people he worked with were men. 

“I don’t want to be attracted to men!” Matt continued. “I… I… Fuck… I…” but the thoughts just kept pushing through. He could think of so many times where he would take jobs and go to work hard because he knew who he was working with. “Fine! Then I wish I was so masculine that no one would ever assume that I was gay!”

“Granted! I wish you were only a bottom!”

“What!” Matt’s eyes went wide but then dropped back down to a cold stare. He could feel his mind changing again. In public he would act tough. His large body was imposing and he’d use it to his advantage. But the second a person was willing to push back or get him alone his ass would shoot into the air. “Fuck…” he moaned as he thought about the guys at work even more. Most didn’t want to give him what he wanted and he had to keep his tough guy act up. But the few who did… “Why’d you do that!” 

“I don’t know,” Falalfal shrugged. “I thought it might be fun.”

Matt tried to grimace at the thoughts invading his mind but more and more he was starting to enjoy it. His hand kept brushing up against his hardening cock while his thoughts trailed off more. There were just so many sights where he’d get to be alone with Kent of Brandon. He started rubbing faster. His mind raced with anticipation thinking about how they would mount him on the old dry wall and then bust through it. Or when they would take their long breaks in the back of the van. Matt let out a loud moan. His body keeled over and he fell onto the bed in front of him. 

“I guess I was right,” Falalfal bragged. 

“Shut it,” Matt growled. His deep voice would have been commanding to anyone else, but Falalfal was a very powerful magical creature. He just floated a good three feet away to be out of Matt’s grabbing distance. Meanwhile Matt was still trying to fight his new urges. He was rapidly losing to them.

A chime from his phone brought him back down to reality. “Fuck,” he cursed. Looking over his phone it was his friend Nick. ‘Whatcha up to today?’ the text message read. “Damn it… I still need to finish cleaning the closets out… Unless…” Matt turned to Falalfal and thought about it a bit more. “I wish if I asked Nick to come help me he would.” 

“Granted! I wish Nick wants to have sex with you!” 

Matt clenched his teeth but the anger he’d been having before was getting harder and harder to hold onto. The prospect of his nerdier little friend topping him sounded like a fun idea. Having his small lean body shove him into the mattress seemed like Heaven. Matt found his hips bucking slightly as he mimicked the motion he’d been hoping for. His fingers worked away at his phone but Nick had already been blowing messaging him at a rapid rate.

‘Hey.’ ‘You there?’ ‘Are you doing anything today?’ ‘I’m just wondering if you’re free.’ ‘Hey.’ ‘Hey.’ ‘Hey.’

It was hard for Matt to concentrate as he saw just how needy Nick was getting as well. He had to keep his tough guy look up but at the same time wanted the other man on top of him so badly. It didn’t matter how many spelling errors he made. ‘At muay grmdperents, adres is,’ then he added the address and made sure to triple check so Nick could find the right place to go. 

“Fuck… I’m so horny… It’s so hard to hold back,” Matt moaned as his pace quickened. The anticipation was getting to him. He couldn’t think about anything besides Nick. A finger had already made its way into his ass as he wiggled it around ever so slightly. His dick throbbed at the sensation. “I wish I could hold control my horniness better…” he moaned.

“Granted! I wish you normally kept it high!” 

“Oh f-uck,” Matt gasped. His lungs took in too much air as his mind forced his body to double its horniness level. His whole body bucked at the sensation. His dick throbbed. He couldn’t hold back anymore. It was too much. His balls pushed up against his body and then unloaded into his underwear. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” he cursed over and over again feeling his body react to the insane pleasure pumping through his system. He fell limp onto the bed, but an impulse shot through his system making him buck his hips ever so slightly. 

“Oh well… I guess you’re all out of wishes now,” Falalfal shrugged. “Thanks for the fun!”