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A Big Wish - Part 1
🕑 Added 2019-09-03 20:35:41 +0000 UTCThe new Patreon story has begun! Expect this one to have a lot of fun fat dudes with giant schlongs. If that's not your thing, then I'm not really sure why you're here. Expect this one to be a little more light-hearted than the previous story.
Enjoy!
“Yeah, yeah,” the genie said while waving a slightly ethereal hand. “This isn’t exactly the first time I’ve done this wish, bud.”
“No, you don’t get it,” the stocky, some might even call downright portly man replied. “I don’t just want it for me. I want it for everyone. The whole world.”
“Oh… that’s much more difficult. You sure you don’t want it for yourself? I mean, if I do this for every many on Earth, you’re not going to be special.”
Garett grinned. “I’ll be above average, I suspect. Which is special enough for me.”
“Alright.” The genie sighed, then perked up and cracked his knuckles silently. “This is gonna take a while. You okay with waiting?”
“Yup.”
“Okay,” the genie raised his arms and turned, then turned back to Garett. “You sure you just don’t want a bajillion bucks and a mansion? It’d be a lot easier for me to hack into bank accounts and IRS records--”
“Nope. Dicks please. Big ones.”
Another sigh. “Alright, as you wish, master.”
As the sarcastic genie began waving his arms in a way that Garett assumed would fulfill his wish, he smiled. He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d been to find that old lamp while cleaning out his grandfather’s attic. Couldn’t believe that the one thing he’d always been self-conscious enough was moments away from being wished into memory.
You see, Garett had a problem. A little problem. Down there. He wasn’t tiny by any means, but he was small enough to be very humble and fat enough for it to be a problem. Worse, the way Garett wore his flab meant a good inch or two of his dick was buried in his groin even when he was lying down. All efforts at penetration had either been met with abject failure or humiliation when his partner inevitably asked if it was “all the way in.”
And Garett might have spent his wish on himself but for another quirk of his personality. Garett was a chunky boy, to be sure, but he didn’t mind that about himself. In fact, he actually kinda liked it. He even liked it in other men, however, he’d noticed that his unfortunate predicament was hardly unique. Most of Garett’s heavier partners had been equally small in the dick department, and that sort of sucked all around.
So, with one wish, Garett sought to fix his problem and what he saw to be everyone’s problem. Well, everyone that he cared about, anyway.
Unfortunately for Garett, the genie he’d found was a stickler for details. He stopped his arcane meanderings and turned once again to face Garett. “So uh, I forgot to ask. Just how big did you want to be?”
He hadn’t thought of that. “Uh, I guess, like, big, but still usable, y’know? Like, uh, porn star big, maybe a little bigger. Enough to really stretch someone out, but not enough to hurt them”
“Look bud, that’s all very relative,” the genie said with a look of utter exasperation. “You got anything with numbers? Length, circumference, that sort of thing? I can take metric or imperial."
“Right. Uh, make that eight-and-a-half inches long, and like seven--no, seven-and-a-half-inches around.”
“Y’like them half inches, huh? Okay, you said that the fatter you get, the bigger it gets. So how should that go?”
Garett thought for a moment. “How about an inch for every 25 pounds over 200? Like, on top of what they already have.”
“Got it! And with a roughly equivalent enhancement of testicles--like I said, not the first dick-wish I’ve granted. Although definitely weirder.” The genie turned and began waving his hands again.
Garett waited. And waited. And waited. After 20 minutes he sat down on his living room couch. Then an hour later he drifted off still staring at the genie as he performed his arcane work.
Just before nodding off to sleep he thought he felt something stir in his pants, but thought it might’ve just been his imagination.
Steve had a routine: come home from work, eat takeout, smoke a bowl, jerk off, and then go to sleep. It wasn’t exactly healthy as his nearly 400-pound bulk could attest, but it got him through the workweek.
Humpdays were the worst, so Steve got himself a large pizza every Wednesday as an added treat. Now home sitting on his couch in just his underpants, Steve balanced the half-empty box of pizza on his belly as he scarfed down slice after slice. He’d likely finish the box at some point tonight, but with his immediate hunger satiated, he moved on to other vices and reached for the bong on his coffee table.
A few minutes later and Steve was red-eyed and well buzzed. He could already feel a familiar stirring in his briefs, so Steve reached underneath his gut to start rubbing at his cotton-encased member as he flipped his TV to start playing a recently downloaded porn video.
On-screen, a pair of muscular dudes with 9-inch cocks began sucking and fucking from various camera angles. Steve had always considered himself a bit of a size queen and lamented his more modest member made all the more modest by his hulking mass which swallowed up much of his shaft. He longed for a cock like the ones possessed by those fantasies on screen and started to slowly stroke imagining himself with such an impressive tool.
Normally it took just a few fingers to stroke the head and shaft that managed to emerge from the fat of Steve’s groin. However, a few strokes in, Steve realized his fingers weren’t enough. Soon he was using his entire hand to cup the shaft against the fabric of his briefs, and it was getting extremely uncomfortable in his cottony prison.
A tearing sound and then blessed relief punctuated Steve’s sudden realization that his dick had broken through the taught fabric of his underpants. Peering hazily over his mountainous gut, he was surprised to see the drooling head of his dick. Not only that, it was slowly creeping higher and higher above the horizon of his own middle until it was towering just as high--if not higher--than the porn stars still busily fucking on Steve’s TV.
Later, Steve would find the massive tear in his briefs where his cock and blown through and where his now orange-sized balls dangled from. Later still he’d learn that he was not the only fat boy to suddenly be blessed with dicks larger than even the most famous of porn stars. But for now he used both hands to stroke his massive uncut dick, all thoughts of pizza and pornography forgotten.
