(Blog) 600 Followers?! Pauls Wish

600 F@#KING FOLLOWERS!?

When I set out to test the water and post some of my stories. I had never expected than in less than a year, id have patron suppoters, be working towards my weight goals as a gainer and see SO MUCH amazing support for every follower and comment every step of the way.

And now, 600 followers. Im so damned grateful to every last one of ya lads! THANK YOU!

Your all awesome and helping me to reach of my goals of making more kinky stories for you all around work and with the support you all show for my gaining, commissions from people, its just so much to take in so fast. Im even considering starting a discord and that’s JUST unreal.

I cant even begin to thank you all enough, so to celebrate ive written a 600 follower reaction from Gaz the genie who we all know really runs this account haha. So enjoy this one you total legends!

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Story:

GAZ AND 600

Pauls Wish

Gaz grinned, taking a long satisfied drag on a thick Joint and looking at the message on his phone screen.  His Tumblr account had made more of an impact than he expected and had become surprising popular, considering what happened to the replies he answered but there it was in big bold Tumblr font. “Congratulations! You have 600 followers.”

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“Well f@#k me, maybe they LIKE being abused for wishes, I certainly do-“ He paused to exhale a large green cloud, “-or they’re too f’kin dumb to know I’m the real deal” The thug genie looked back down at his phone, still grinning “Ya know, 600 is a lot…ah hell, next wish that comes in, I’m doing it to celebrate.” He took another long drag, the end of the joint lighting up red as the thick smoke billowed out. He didn’t have to wait long, clicking his thick neck and cracking his knuckles just before the phone buzzed into life again. “NEW ASK” appeared on the notifications bar. Gaz rest his head on his large fist and opened it.

“Paul099: I’m sick of my mates acting like they’re better than me. They’re taller, stronger, I cant even grow a beard, 24 and try to fit in, I wish I could just be whatever they wanted so they’d actually think I was cool like them” Gaz smiled “Sounds like we need a group intervention”

Meanwhile, Paul was home, he’d been slowly moving several huge pallets of bricks from the yard to the site out back all day and collapsed onto his sofa. Not even bothering to take off his orange work clothes, he’d gone straight to scrolling through his Tumblur. He’d drafted an Ask earlier in the day, to a certain account that claimed to know a Genie. He’d done it after yet another day of his supposed old mates taking the micky out of him. Staring at what he’d written, taking a deep breath, he hit send and closed it, feeling stupid almost straight away. “What am I doing…” he sighed, holding his head in his hands.

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Suddenly, there was a bright green flash. Paul, shocked into action, uncovered his face only to painfully peer forwards, half blinded as 3 humanoid shapes formed from thick green smoke in the middle of the room. Two familiar, deep voices shouted out “The hell is goin’ on!” followed by a slightly younger but no less angry, “Mate, wot-I’ll kill ya!” Paul could only sit, slack jawed. Watching in horror as Frank, a heavy set 41 year old; also his industrial supervisor, and Grant, his old best mate turned ass hole as he grew taller, heavier and scarier, eventually leaving Paul behind until helping him get the job at the construction site. The strange scally thug in the middle of them, however, he didn’t recognize. Luckily he stepped forwards, wrapping large arms around both men.

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“Fellas, sorry to drag you out like this lads” The thug shuffled them together stepping to one side. His voice sounded like he was from London, but had a rough, harsh under tone that somehow you knew, this was serious. Grant; shaved head, white vest, former best mate, stepped back “W-wait, where the fu#k am I-“ his eyes found Paul, he then looked around, recognizing it from visits many years ago “Paul?! Sh#t your place is still WELL boring”. Frank; shorter, rounder and just as bald but not by choice, chose to stand and catch his breath, rightly baffle. “Grant? Lad, what’s goin’ on, I was at home-“ The two took a moment to look around before the third thug spoke again “Im Gaz, a genie”

Pauls heart suddenly rose, was this what he’d wished for coming true? Was it possible he’d finally had one thing go his way? Gaz grinned as he took out a joint, lighting it with a small fire that appeared above his thumb. Grant watched “W-why do I believe you, that sounds like bullsh#t but-I believe ya” Gaz exhaled, the green smoke slowly gathering around them all. “Ain’t magic a time saver” and half laughed, taking another long drag before he continued. “Nah, I’ll be serious lads, Paul he wants to;, and I quote - I wish I could just be whatever they wanted so they’d actually think I was cool like them-“

Pauls heart sank again, was THAT what he’d said, he’d worded it badly and he knew it. He went to speak, but was shouted over by both men. “Jus’ be whatever THEY wanted?” Frank asked, head to one side like a confused bulldog. “Who’s THEY?” Grant laughed, finding the whole thing hilarious. Gaz raised his joint and pointed the red embers at them. “You two, his mates from work.” Paul made a second attempt to speak, leaning forwards “W-well I didn’t mean-“ but he was drowned out and ignored in seconds. “Us? What can we do for him, I stopped hanging out with this dweeb because I couldn’t do noffin’ for him haha!” Grant continued, huge hands slapping his tight chest like a gorilla. Gaz turned, finally facing Paul directly “He wished to let you two lads make him whateva’ ya thought was cool”. Frank scoffed this time, “All this kid goes on about is cartoons and games, I ain’t got noffin’ for that” Grant agreed “Yeah mate, without growing a foot and getting some balls-“ He grabbed his own sizeable package through his shorts to emphasize his point “-he aint gonna be to cool to me fam”

Gaz grinned, exhaling another cloud. “Lets start there then”

Paul didn’t have a chance to reply, let alone move or question what was going on. In a split second his body snapped, like he’d been electrified. His body got hot and he watched in horror as his bones cracked and  his muscles flexed uncontrollably. Grant and Frank watched in a combination of shock and awe as at Paul’s first transformation. His clothes quickly became too small as his head shot upwards by a foot, his feet grew 2 sizes larger, making his size 9 shoes bulge outwards as parts tore open for the size 11 feet expanding inside! His orange jacket managed to hold around his shirt, JUST. Along with his trousers, that had risen from around his ancles to almost at his knees and tightl as a drum. He was still the same build, so looked more like a giant teenager in clothes that didn’t fit anymore than anything else. Paul gasped, going to try and stand before his balls lurched, it wasn’t over yet. He instinctively reached down to cup them as if he’d been kicked, but his eyes widened in surprise. His balls were…expanding?! Aching for release, full as he’d ever felt them, his already tight boxers inside his comicaly tight trousers were now out of room. But his balls grew by the second, pulsing larger, the size of eggs now, then golf balls, tennis balls, oranges-“RIP” they settled at oranges. His trousers didn’t show it, but underneath his boxers had torn down the front, allowing just enough space for Paul catch his breath. “The-The f@#k!”His voice was still his, slightly deeper, but not enough to notice.

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Grant coughed, gasping in shock, or laughter, Paul couldn’t tell “F-F@#K! You look like a proper lad now man! What are ya 510” Gaz leaned in “6ft bang on” “Damn, just under my height! Need to eat some though ay, Frank you seeing this sh#t!” Frank was, he was just as shocked “So Gaz, Genie mate-“ he looked straight at him “-We say it, he has to be it? All because he sent you some wish?” Gaz nodded, saying nothing, taking another long drag on his joint. Grant almost jumped “Oh F yeah! I’m gonna ruin you old matey, none of this BS for you anymore ay shorty!” and he pushed Paul back onto his sofa. Grappling him around his head and rubbing his hair hard with his fist. “G-get off me!” Paul tried to fight back, but he was still shorter over all and no stronger, he was just as powerless as ever. “This isn’t- what I wished for- Get OFF me!” Paul shoved hard and managed to dislodge himself from Grants arm, who was still laughing and sat next to him on the sofa, towering over him like always. Gaz finally answered him, the joint still in his mouth so he was mumbling out one side “Actually, this is exactly what you wished for”

“Your turn Frank” Grant shouted like a giant, scary kid, eager to see what he could do to his former pal. “So I can say anything?” Frank asked, Gaz nodded again, followed by grant “I said grow a pair and check em out” he grabbed Paul’s two bulging nuts through his trousers and laughed as he lurched from the impact.  “Kid is a smart ass…” he murmured to himself, scratching his stubble beard. Gaz listened intently as he spoke out loud. “…talkin to us like idiots, all cus’ he’s done university, try the uni of life mate” Grant couldn’t help but jump in “Say he don’t know anything outside the site, maybe he’ll start fu#king workin’ harder haha!” Gaz and Franks eyes met, Gaz shrugged. “A-Alright yeah-“ Frank began, slowly nodding to himself as he put the words together in his head. Grant turned, grinning with his thick arms crossed.

“You ever did uni, actually ya never did college, you been workin’ for me since ya was 15, all you know how to do is work the equipment I trained ya on”

Like a cold bath, Paul could feel the shock of being plunged backwards as his memories started to move around and blur in his head. College, his education, drinking with his current friends, gaming online and doing his art degree, all started to fade. Leaving behind once trace ideas that things weren’t always the way they wre now… in their place came a constant ever repeating cycle of work, sleep, repeat, he’d been too slow to do anything serious at school, he didn’t even get to 16 before he dropped out, his best mate Grant had gotten him a job with Frank while he had finished college himself and joined them a few years later. By then Paul had become pretty good on anything at the worksite, from the Diggers to the huge drills, but he was still slow and thick as they come, unable to get most jokes with being explained and honestly more of a laugh because of it. Paul rubbed his head mumbling “W-wot, I ain’t-this ain’t right-F@#K! Why ain’t-ma words doin wot I wants- I AIN’T DUMB F@#K!” Grant was ecstatic, watching paul struggle to fight off his new reality. “Gaz, genie mate” he began, talking fast an excitedly “-that changed the past right? C-can I do that? Like, if I say I remember it, does it happen to him?”

Gaz paused, scratching his armpit. “Yea dude, ” and he shrugged, taking out a lighting a second joint from his pocket. Grant was thinking hard, you could almost see his brain working, his evil smile back on his face “So if I say I remember that ol’paul here’s a drinker, and a smoker…er…” he hesitated, thinking his cruel new reality up as he want “…in fact he got me into smoking, and at school he started growing a beard well young init, puberty hit this f@#ker like a fork lift and got proper bullied and sh#t…but I was the only lad that looked out for him. Me and Paul are best mates init, if I said that, its true right?” He said, looking at Paul straight in the eyes as Gaz smile “Yup, you got it”

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What few memories Paul had of being at his home, playing games and relaxing were starting to blur! Paul tried to hold onto them but he was struggling to keep up anymore, it was so hard to think and he didn’t know what was important anymore! His best mate Grant did all his thinking for him! Soon, the new reality slipped in, downing pints, night after night, with Grant and Frank after work, naked on the streets or watching football, always not sure what was going on and dumbly clapping along with them. In response Pauls gut expanded outwards, his skin darkened from years in the sun as a wife beaters tan was permently burned into his skin as it was all he ever wore now. A pressure built up inside, forcing up and down his spine. In one lond blast he burped and farted harder than he thought possible. “BURRRRRRRAPPP!” and at long last broke out of his shirt prison. His beer gut and solid tits spilt forwards as his whole frame fattened up at once. His trousers were ripping up the seams revealing wide thighs and stretch marks under his gaining belly. His Face exploded with hair, hark and thick but well kept, it hugged his chin and wrapped up to his ears. His chest popped up and his legs and arms widened and pushed outwards at angles, never able to sit flt against his sides again. He Yelped out “WHOAAAA BRO!” his voice now noticeably deeper and more raspy, as his legs crushed his orange sized balls and was forced to man spread to avoid any pain. His beard gained a brown tint from years of smoking as his final memories sank in of school. Bthe constant bullying, the fights he got into, his violent out burts and scaring other kids. His stubble and pubes, then his chest hair, he’d been taller, stronger, he stank more and the only friend he’d ever had, as a kid, teenager or now… was his bro Grant. He relied on him for everything, outside of work, he couldn’t even use his phone much without needng to call for help on what the email buttons were or what app he needed to use for porn videos. They’d even been locked up for a weekend when they’d gone to a football match and agreed if one of them got arrested the other would too. So when Grant beat up a bloke, Paul jumped in and started to deck people, which is when he’d gotten his nose broken. “OUCH!” He yelled agains as his nose snapped to one side, becoming bulbus and making his face suddenly much tougher looking. “B-BRO-w-Wot happenin’?” before Paul reached down to his table, finding an ash tray and packet of cigs, he quickly sparked up, dragging the foul taste but knowing that he must love it, it was fact now after all, he’d been a smoker for years.

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“Oh wow, nice f@#kin’ job Grant ma lad” Frank said, standing back and nodding. “Little sh#ts been taught a lesson now ay!” Grant just laughed “Little? You seein’ this fatso!!” he slapped and grabbed Pauls rounded gut as he tried to pash him away. “Mate, I’m smokin init” Pauls voice was dumb, imposing and if he was a bouncer he’d probably fit right in now, not that he had that brains for that anymore. He slowly rose to his feet, standing like a hulk of his own, still shorter and younger but easily the heaviest of the three of them. He pushed a large hand into his trousers, adjusting his two huge, orange sized balls in their tight prison “Mate, we should like, go get some drinks, who’s place is dis then? BURRRRRRAP” Grant and Frank looked at each other, before Frank asked “Ain’t this your place?” Gaz walked over, slammin an arm over Pauls wide shoulders to steady him. “Nah, you changed all that, he couldn’t live here and afford it, could ya big guy” before he too grabbed Pauls gut to tease him.

“S@#t” Grant laughed, grabbing a free cigarette from Pauls pocket. “We better sort that init” he finished as he sparked up. Frank smiled now, having an idea “Well…what about on site? Cheap plus then I get the rent then, plus he ain’t gonna be needing internet or noffin’ fancy now ay” “Oh of those big blue office things? Yeah sounds perfect! WELL better than here,  what about it Gaz?”

Gaz nodded and in another bright flash, the four of them were stood inside a spare Blue office at their building site. Paul could still feel something was wrong, even as the room spun and he saw his boss and best mate point as they introduced him to his new home, or was it his old home? Didn’t he always live here? Why couldn’t he think, his body was so hard to use and understand now, or had always been? Paul was lost in his thoughts when Grant grabbed him “Mate, check out ya house man”

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Paul looked up. He was confronted by a dirty, cold, large white box. It had thin, caravan like walls, a single florescent light that made the room look both too bright in the middle and too dark at the ends and it smelt damp. Bolted and hinged to one wall was a set or chairs and table where the lads sometimes smoked when it was raining, that folded down into a bed. The light flickered off for a second before buzzing back into life.

“Dis is mine? B-but I-“ Paul looked dumbly at his new bed, clearly it was too thin, WAS this his home? Frank looked around, looking at the muddy floor “It’ll do, but we aint got a shower here” Gaz walked over, “I could fix that” lifting his hand, but Grant stopped him. A surprise for Gaz, who looked back at him as Grant let go and laughed “No need, mate, from what I remember dumb ass never used one, in fact he doesn’t shave or any of that, too girly for him aint that right bro!” He gripped around Pauls neck and went back to rubbing his fist into his head. Paul playful punched him back and wrapped an arm over him in return, bellowing back “Nah bro! None of that girly s@#t!” Gaz huffed with a smile, joint still I his mouth “Heh, fine by me” and clicked his fingers.

Paul felt this one, his body became warm, then hot, it wouldn’t stop. His whole body itched as he started to tear at his clothes. “SO HOT MAN!” He yanked with ease at his trousers and what was left of his shirt and shoes was stripped away to reveal the new man in all his glory. Hair everywhere, he’d never shaved, so memories of knowing how left his mind, he’d never wanted to and he knew a man didn’t shave or shower. His bro Grant taught him that when he was being bullied. His chest, neck, pits, shoulders, back, ass, crack, balls, cock shaft, legs, feet toes and hands were quickly covered in a coat of thick matted black hair. It was long and curly too, like pubes, his pits hung down by a few inches and merged seamlessly with his back and chest. Next his beard, it lost its shaved shape, in seconds it had grown a few inches in every direction. His chest began to mix and merge with it, his mouth disappeared entirely as it matted over. Just eating and talking would be a struggle for this oaf now.

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Finally the smell. Grant jumped away from him “Oh s@#t hes wet man!” Grant was right of course, under grants arms his hair was getting darker, then it yellowed, as permanent sweat patches stained his fur and any clothes he ever wore again. Seconds later his neck did the same, his crotch went a step further. The hairs grew longer, hanging down from his gut over his boxers as they strained like bodybuilding shorts, now gaining a rim of damp from the waist down. Grant and Frank could see the hairs under the fabric, like a nappy it was filling out with furry padding from the inside. Paul moaned as the stink of BO hit him. It was thick, old, like a club bathroom or a gym sock soaked in cum. His memories changed again, he didn’t like clubbing anymore, whenever he went he had to wear normal clothes and they didn’t work for him. Hair stuck out everywhere and anything he wore had massive yellow sweat stains after an hour that would never wash out. People would laugh and he would get into fights, so he and Grant generally stayed in, always at Pauls Shack on the site, then Grant would go home to his normal house, leaving paul to wank, smoke and drink himself to sleep. The lads on site often joined his drinking, they’d play jokes where they locked him outside or in the van because he farted. Once, he and Grant had gotten a taxi but the Turkish guy had kicked Paul out half way because he was making a puddle of sweat on his sweats. Again it had almost boiled into a fight that he was damn lucky Grant had been there to pay the guy and control him. Grant carried on of course, it wasn’t HIS fault Paul stank so bad, and had to get Frank to get him from the side of the road and hour late, but he was so drunk he fell asleep, pissed himself and had to ride in the back of Franks pick up truck like an animal back to the site before he and Grant had just continued drinking.

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“Woah, b-bro you are a f@#kin’ ANIMAL dude! Legend!” Grant said almost going in for a man hug from his new hulk of a best friend. His own memories altered along with Franks, both had only vague ideas of their old states of reality along with Pauls. Gaz nodded as Paul grunted and scratched his bulging boxers lazily and a long wet fart escaped his wet hairy crack he laughed and reached out to punch Grant “You’s such a dick’head G” He said almost casually, a new masculine body and brain now fully taken over from the trapped Paul within. Grant grinned and punched Paul back “Naw P yous the f@#kin c@#t innit mush!” and the two seemed to have a brief punching match, playfully Paul grabbed his head and tried to push it into his pit but his dumb slow reactions made it easy for Grant to twist and escape, but not before getting damp with streaks of Pauls sweat that left wet patches on his back and shoulders. It stank as much as paul didand slung to his nostrils. Memories flodded both of their minds of the many times this has happened before, from school right though now, and every time Paul felt ashamed of his bute body and he acted, behaved and felt like a damned ape man. Only cool in the eys of his work mates and no one else. Grant continued, shaking some of sweat off his hand. “Awe?! F-F@#ks sake man! You’s a pig mate-but damn you’s a funny c@#t! Lets get ya some clothes ya big dofus” And Grant grabbed some old worksite suits hanging up one aa peg. All spares, old, used, all yellow, orange or black, onesie like high vis suits.  One just fit around his mid section and with nothing under it but his thick fur, Grant helped him reach around to parts Paul couldn’t access anymore to zip him into it.

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Frank and Grant admired their handy work. They’d made their posh idiot mate into a real lad, a trooper nd a tank at work. Bullied for being too much man for many to handle, him and their mates were the only guys who could stand him, and embraced his own violent bruteish nature to get s@#t done at work. No one messed with Paul, he could work any piece of machinery and when anyone had issues, Grant would make sure his brute of a mate Paul was there to back him up.

Gaz smiled “Looks like you guys are all set” as he took a final long drag on his joint. He looked over at Paul “You got what ya wished for then, now ya as cool as ya like for ya mates. Aint that right lads?!” “Awe hell yeah!“ Grant grinned back “Mate, you’re the best, me an’ Paul are gonna have such a f@#kin’ laugh! Init right dumb ass!” Paul grunted back through his beard as he scratched his gut. “You’s iz dumbass G” Gaz grinned back, and using his thumb to light up another thick joint he snapped his fingers, and vanished.  Both Grant and Frank began to chat and jeer at their new companion. Paul was a new man, a hulk who from now on, lived in a shack as a stinking construction freak. Just like he wished for.

Happy 600 Followers everyone:  Gaz the genie.