Respect [Whole Story]

Synopsis: All James wished for was for his roommate Andy, an asshole jock, to respect him more. With one wish to work with, James is transformed into the kind of person worthy of Andy’s respect.

“I just wish he respected me more.” 

The wish came out clear as day and the genie who was listening smiled and nodded. 

“Sure honey, I’ll get you the respect you deserve!” The genie snapped her fingers and vanished, leaving James unchanged and feeling ripped off. 

After cursing the back-alley genie for being a fraud, James headed back to the apartment he shared with Andy. Andy was awake and having a drink with his buddies out in the living room, all of which looked just like Andy: Big, muscular, and loud. All were topless and sporting half-boners in their apparent discussion about boobs. James wanted to avoid them with a passion. “Why would I go over there just to have them belittle me?”

In the middle of changing into more comfortable sleep attire James felt a stabbing sensation hit him right in his crotch, and it began to spread upward to his abs. 

“OW! What is that?!” James keeled over, curling up on his bedroom floor. 

In seconds the sting subsided but in its place began the feeling of a million ants walking over his crotch. “I itch so much!” 

James had little time to address his itching before more unusual sensations began cropping up everywhere... the inflation of his primary strength muscles was causing a certain bloat. “I-I’m getting... bigger?” 

As his body continued to morph, so did his ability to comprehend what was happening. Faster James couldn’t find the words to describe the changes. James' sudden motion sickness had him stuck on his floor as his mind started to forget common vocabulary words and years of education. 

“Ugh, fuck! I don’t feel good.” 

A nasty itch presented itself deep in James' armpit now. James jammed his hand in for a nice scratch only to find a thick clump of new hair there. A peek down his pants showed a massive mess of hair that looked unkempt like it’d been forgotten for a year.

“Aw fuck, my pits are so hairy b-b-bro. Bro, shit!” He muttered so himself, flinching for a second after he heard his voice deepen.

As his body grew some more, sweat and confusion were amplifying. James' cock stretched and grew four inches longer than previous...

“My cock, my cock is... so fuckin’ big dude.”

“Oh fuck, I wanna touch my big cock.” 

James, now in and out of consciousness it seemed, took hold of his throbbing member and began massaging it. Just before he got into a rhythm he heard the sounds of Thursday night football and the hollering  that came with it. 

“The living room!” James jumped up and without pause strolled into the living room where Andy and company were drinking.

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"Sup ugly?" Andy hollered over at James. The tone wasn't aggressive or degrading like normal, but rather it sounded welcoming. 

James' brain had been friend but something was trying to tell him things were off  but Andy's kindness was...

"Hey br- Andy." James found the strength to withhold the dude talk as he moved closer to the group of four. 

"My head... can't think-" James thought.

James knew something was different, he was bigger and felt the new height as he walked. As he zoned into the sounds of the football game all thoughts about bodily changes were forced to the back-burner. Cheers, stats, and cheerleaders... "Huh?"

"What's the score?" ...Is all James was able to think of to say.

"14 to 7, Patriots," somebody random said.

"Nice," James shouted back. As he sat down on the couch he grabbed at his crotch which initially alarmed him, but new thought patterns were pushing their way into James' subconscious causing him to care less. He took a scratch at his armpit after he saw some Andy's other pals doing the same as they too watched the game.

"Anybody else wanna fuck that bitch's brains out?" Andy chimed in as the camera cut to a group of cheerleaders performing. 

Almost in unison, all of Andy's friends began grunting as they agreed with the sentiment. About half of Andy's friends were staring at the screen, drooling even! James sat with his hand atop his bulge, waiting for giddy feeling to subside. 

"What's so wonderful about a little cheerlea---cheer---" James stuttered within his mind.

James locked eyes with the television now and subsequently on the most beautiful female he's ever laid eyes on. Past memories of being gay were being forcibly squashed as he found his eyes glued and unable to move away from the cheerleader's bouncy tits. 

The hand resting near his boner began to move at a particular rhythm just as James accidentally lets a groan, alerting Andy to his activity. Andy speaks up to the group just as James realizes his dick is almost fully erect.

"Fuck I'm about to rub a nut off right now to these bitches." Andy grossly admitted, already tugging at his dick at a good pace. 

James, about mid-stroke now, has a small part of his brain yell and scream for him to stop. As he looks to the left he sees one of Andy's bros going full force on their meat, staring intently at the TV too. James hears him talk dirty to the girl being featured. "I'ma fuck that tight pussy, you little slut." 

Little slut.

Tight pussy.

Jerk off, feel good.

Words and ideas were flashing before his eyes.

Time was disappearing. James was now jerking off, surrounded by bros and beer to a half-time cheerleader performance. As the show wrapped up, James blew his load right on the couch behind him alongside everyone else. The room smelt of cum and balls. 

This is all I do.

Later after the game when Andy was alone with James, Andy threw a heavy pat on James' back. "Glad you watched the game with us bro, night."

James went to sleep happy to have the respect of his peers.