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Three Wishes
🕑 Added 2022-07-24 05:11:15 +0000 UTCI hate my boss. I guess a lot of us probably do, but mine is worse than average.
His name’s Peter and he’s a micro-managing bully. We just got back into the office after the pandemic and he’s already reverted back to his old tricks of shouting at subordinates and standing behind people while they work. Just cause he calls me ‘buddy’, that doesn’t mean he’s okay. I worked remote for two years, but this jerk thinks I can’t write an email without direct supervision.
I’m your basic twenty-six year old. Young, broke, and making it through the day on coffee and breakfast burritos. Peter’s about twenty years older than me, and he’s used those years to work out constantly. The man is muscled like a rhino. And he uses that size to intimidate people – always standing a little too close, always laying a heavy hand on my shoulder to remind me that he could snap me in two...
Of course it turns me on. I’m gay – not like that’s anything super special, but Peter’s whole vibe gives me a serious hard-on. I hate that I’m into it.
“Hey Clay, you need to get those reports filed,” he said, leaning over my desk and breathing right in my face. One slip and he’d spill coffee all over my keyboard.
“It’s Clayton,” I said, trying to sound assertive.
“It’s gonna be ‘looking for a new job’ if I don’t see those reports filed,” Peter laughed. “And I need you in on Saturday – the marketing team has a new list of prospects and you need to vet them this weekend so sales can work them on Monday.”
“Whoa, wait,” I said, holding up my hand.
“Something wrong little buddy?” Peter said, giving me a harsh glare.
“It’s just... it’s Pride weekend!” I blurted out. I guess that’s how I decided to come out to my boss.
He didn’t even flinch.
“That’s too damn bad,” Peter chuckled. “I need you at work. And stop acting so gay, okay? That shit doesn’t land customers.”
Great. Sixty seconds ago he didn’t know I was gay. Now I was a flamboyant mess that was driving away customers. What a piece of homophobic trash.
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I was still fuming at lunchtime. It was Friday, so I walked a couple blocks to my favourite pub. I’ve got a little lunch there with two of my best friends, and I couldn’t wait to vent about Peter.
I was almost there when a reflection caught me eye. A coin on the sidewalk, and heads up for good luck. I know the stereotype – oh, gay dudes are all into astrology and stuff – but a lucky penny is a lucky penny.
I picked it up and rubbed it off, trying to see the year.
The coin started shaking in my hand, like there was an earthquake and it was the epicentre. I almost dropped it. Smoke poured out of the metal and it started to glow with light. Something seriously strange was happening.
The smoke piled out of the coin and formed into a man-sized cloud next to me. Despite the busy street, nobody seemed to notice the extravaganza that was going down in plain sight.
It distorted and compressed until its form became clearer. A man was emerging out of the smoke – over six feet tall, jacked as hell, and with mediterranean skin.
“Hello Clayton,” he said with an easy grin. “Here’s the deal. I’m a genie, you’re my master now, and you get three wishes. You’ve seen movies, any other questions?”
My eyes bulged. He was wearing a pair of linen pants and a loose tanktop. Not quite the genie I’d seen on screen, but I got the idea.
“No way,” I said automatically. “I’ve seen movies. You guys don’t grant the wish the way I really want. It’s always perverted somehow.”
“My pronouns are they/them,” the genie said bluntly. “And yeah, I’m glad society is finally catching up on that.”
“Sorry,” I said automatically. “I guess... I mean, y’all don’t grant wishes the way I really want.”
“Yeah, that can happen,” the genie shrugged. “But I promise master, you’ll get what you ask for. I might have a little fun along the way, but whatever my master asks for, that’s what I deliver.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think so.”
“Okay... okay... how about this,” they said. “Hang onto the coin for now. As long as it’s in your possession, you always have the option. Time doesn’t matter to me – you can plan your first wish for years if you want.”
I bit my lip. I had to admit, there was something tempting about having a nearly-all-powerful being at your disposal.
“Okay,” I nodded. “I’ll think about it.”
The genie grinned and dissolved into a cloud of smoke. A few seconds later he was back in the coin, and the coin was solidly in my pocket.
I was pretty distracted when I showed up for lunch. Ian and Brett were already there at our regular table. The three of us were friends in college, living in the same dorm, even dating some of the same guys. After we graduated we started having lunch together every week so we wouldn’t lose touch. The pandemic put a hitch in that plan, but now we were back to our old routine.
“My boss is such a jerk,” I said, landing in my chair with a heavy thud.
“I’m telling you dude, offices are bullshit,” Brett said. “You’ve got to get out of there. I can put in a good word – we’ve always got lots of jobs in construction.”
Brett was a bigger guy than me, and easily straight-passing. When his company had laid off a bunch of people, he’d gone back to school for the trades and now he was installing plumbing at one of the big new condo buildings downtown. I had to admit, he looked happy and healthy, but it wasn’t for me.
I was more like Ian – happy to use my brain instead of my hands. Ian’s a copywriter at some ad agency, selling soft drinks and gym memberships to the same audience. If you know your gay stereotypes, he’s a cub.
I drank two beers and made them listen to me rant. I talked about Peter for at least ten minutes before they got a word in.
“It sounds like he totally sucks,” Ian said, finishing off his beer. “But there’s nothing you can do about the straight douchebags, right? They’ve got all the power.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. But was that true? The coin in my pocket was feeling particularly heavy and excited. I swear I could feel it vibrating.
“Hey dude, you doing alright?” Brett asked. They were both staring at me with concern. I guess I zoned out for a second.
“Yeah,” I said. “I just gotta hit the bathroom. Back in a minute.”
“Nobody needed to know that,” Brent joked.
I went through a door and down a flight of stairs to the pub’s bathroom. I didn’t need to go, but I needed a minute alone. The coin seemed to have calmed down, but it was still unnervingly heavy in my pocket.
“Yeah...” I said softly, as I stared into the mirror. “Maybe... why should Peter have all the power?”
I checked the stalls quickly, making sure I was alone. Then I pulled the coin out of my pocket and rubbed it. The genie came quicker this time, a rush of smoke and they were were standing beside me.
“Wow, indoor plumbing has really made a difference,” the genie said, turning on the faucet and washing their hands. “I used to live in a gold doubloon, and let me tell you, magic or not, nothing beats running water.”
“I’m ready to make a wish...” I said cautiously.
“Really?” the genie said, perking up at the idea. “I mean... I was listening, but I didn’t think you’d be ready so soon. Okay... what is it? Revenge against your boss?”
“I’m going with a simple wish first,” I said. “I want to make sure I’ve got the hang of it.”
“Are you sure?” the genie said. “You only get three wishes. There’s no free trial.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said with a nod. “It’s something small. If it goes wrong somehow, I’m putting you in a safe deposit box and forgetting about you forever – understand?”
“You got it boss,” the genie nodded. “What’s the wish?”
“I wish... I wish that the waiter was into me.”
“Okay...” the genie smiled. “Yeah, that’s very small. Bit of a waste if you ask me. But hey, you’re the master, so you get what you want. When you say into you... you mean you want him to be sexually and romantically interested, right? This isn’t a bodysuit situation or anything like that?”
Yeah, it could have gone wrong and fast. But this genie was good to his word. He was going to give me what I actually wanted.
“Okay,” the genie nodded. “It’s done.”
I hurried back up to the table and got there just as our food was delivered.
"Alright guys,” the waiter was saying. “That’s a cheeseburger here, a chicken salad here, and... hey Clayton, here’s your shepherds pie!” His face lit up when he saw me approaching. The waiter was cute – maybe a year or two younger than me with shaggy brown hair and a boyish grin. I really liked the way he looked at me.
“So are you doing anything fun today?” he asked, clearly talking to me. Ian glanced at Brett – usually Brett’s the one who gets hit on.
“Uh, just going back to work,” I said, returning a smile.
“Cool,” the waiter said. “Where do you work?”
“I’m at this tech company down the street,” I said, feeling awkward. I didn’t really expect him to single me out for an interrogation.
“That’s awesome,” he said. “I’m Charlie, by the way. I don’t know if I’ve ever introduced myself.”
“Hey Charlie,” I said, shaking the hand that he offered.
“Charlie, get moving!” someone shouted from across the restaurant. “Table six is up!”
Charlie blushed and gave a playfully guilty look. Even as he hurried away, he kept glancing back and me and smiling.
Holy crap. He was suddenly interested in me. It hit me like a ton of bricks – the magic was real!
“Wow,” Brett teased me. “I guess someone’s seriously into you, huh?”
“I guess...” I said, trying to downplay it.
“Uh, please,” Ian laughed. “That was pure puppy love. Weird though, he’s been working here for months, I could have sworn he was straight.”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking about the coin in my pocket. “I guess life is full of surprises.”
“For sure,” Brett chuckled. “I'm surprised we’ve got a cute gay waiter and somehow you’re the one he hits on.”
“What, like I’m so ugly?” I said with mock astonishment.
“No, dude... you just... you’re kind of generic,” Brett shrugged.
“Yeah, well, there’s no accounting for taste,” Ian said, shooting Brett a sideways glance. Brett’s ego might have been a little bruised, but that was no reason to rain on my parade.
Eventually Charlie dropped off the bill. My food was way cheaper than it should have been – according to the paperwork Charlie had given me a 69% discount. Subtle. I tossed a twenty on the table – at least he’d get a good tip out of the deal.
“Dude, is that...,” Brett laughed. “Clayton actually got the guys number. Look at the bill.”
I flipped over my bill. Sure enough, Charlie had left his digits behind. Brett wouldn’t leave until I punched it into my phone.
I walked back to the office slowly, keeping a hand on the coin in my pocket. Clearly it worked – the genie even did a good job on that last wish. But now it was time to do something about Peter. I had two wishes left, and a boss that I couldn’t wait to take down a peg or two.
Let’s be real – I’ve done plenty of fantasizing about Peter. I wanted to bend that meaty body right over his desk and fuck him into submission. I wanted to tear him apart with my cock until he cried for mercy. And then I wanted to fuck him a little bit more.
Peter had always been a lot stronger than me, and I wanted to take that from him. I’d spent lots of nights dreaming about what it would be life if we switched places – me as the cocky muscle boy and him as the average-at-best submissive. I wanted to be bigger, I wanted to be buffer, and I wanted to be in charge.
I wanted Peter begging for my cock on a regular basis.
Before the genie, that was just the kind of stuff I’d think about when I got a little too drunk. When Brett would ramble about getting me to the gym and getting jacked... I never really expected to live my fantasy.
It was all possible. I could actually steal Peter’s muscle. It was just a wish away. Fuck him on his desk and drain all that muscle right into my body... yeah, that was what I wanted.
But it seemed very specific. I had a magic genie who could literally do anything, and I was going to spend my first wish on a flirty waiter and my second wish taking my asshole boss down a peg? What was wish number three – sleeping with my college crush?
No, I wanted to think bigger than that... I wanted something more. Yeah, I wanted Peter to beg for my cock, but why not make it more general?
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I walked right past my cubical and headed for the bathroom. I did another quick check to make sure nobody else was there, then I pulled out the coin and rubbed it. There was a burst of smoke and the genie appeared next to me.
“Well hello sailor,” the genie grinned. “This is a lot nicer than a safety deposit box... I guess I did a good job on your last wish?”
“He wrote his phone number on my bill,” I said, trying to look casual about it. “Yeah, you did okay.”
“Does that mean you’re ready for your next wish?”
“Yeah,” I grinned. “Okay... I wish...”
I paused thinking about the exact words I wanted.
“You sort of need to say the rest...” the genie chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah... I wish... that uh... anytime I’m attracted to a man, that man will desperately need me to fuck him. Does that make sense?”
The genie grinned at me and snapped his fingers.
“Done,” he said.
“For real?” I asked. “No clarifying questions?”
“Nah, that one’s easy,” the genie said. “If you’re attracted to a guy, he’s going to desperately need you to fuck him. Simple.”
I looked at myself in the mirror. Pretty soon all sorts of guys were going to be drooling over me. Every crush I had was gonna ride this cock...
I couldn’t wait to try it. Time to go see Peter.
As I walked down the hallway, I noticed that guys were looking at me differently. They had that thirsty look that gays get when it’s 2 AM and they haven’t hooked up yet. There was one guy by the copier... Cody, I think. I always thought he was kind of cute, and now he was returning my interest with a hungry stare.
“Uh, hey... bro,” Cody said, licking his lips a little. “Uh... how’s it going?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, flexing his bicep while he massaged his muscles. Honestly, I’d seen him use that move before with women... it’s part of what caught my eye.
“I’m good,” I said, surprised at how confident I felt. Cody was nothing but a passing crush – if the magic got him interested in me, I was going to have an awful lot of options.
He was trying to hide his bulge with a stack of papers.
“Hey, do you wanna maybe grab a drink after work?” Cody said, looking surprised as the words fell out of his mouth.
I grinned and kept walking, making a mental note to take him up on that offer sometime.
“Hey Clayton,” I heard a voice call out. There was an open office door and Greg from HR was waving me inside. “Hey Clayton, can you come in here a sec?”
“Yeah, what’s up?” I said as I ducked into his office. My stomach tensed – had he seen me flirting with Cody? I really did need this job...
“Close the door, would you?”
I closed it.
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
“Yeah...” Greg said, his eyes sparkling at me. “Look, I know you’re gay, okay? And there are a lot of guys in this office who want your dick, but... can I have it first? Please?”
“Huh?”
“C’mon bud, I need you to fuck me so bad...” Greg begged in a low voice.
I laughed out loud.
“Uh, Greg... you’re married,” I reminded him. “You know, to a woman?”
I tried to remember if I’d ever crushed on Greg. I guess I thought he was kind of cute, and yeah, I’d checked out his ass a couple times, but... wow, this spell was thorough.
“Yeah, I know I’m married,” he shrugged. “She’ll be cool with it man... I just need your cock so bad, you know?”
“Greg... you’re in Human Resources,” I said, shaking my head. This was exactly the sort of thing he was supposed to prevent.
“I know bro...” Greg grinned, standing up and turning around so I could see his ass through his tight slacks. “Just treat me like a resource!”
A second later his slacks his the floor and I was staring at Greg’s bare ass.
“C’mon Clayton... just fuck me...” Greg moaned. He reached his hand back and squeezed one of his cheeks.
I started backing out of the room.
“That’s uh... I’ve gotta run Greg. Gotta talk with Peter.”
“Wait, you’re gonna go fuck Peter!?” Greg shouted as I opened the door. “Lucky guy!”
I closed the door behind me. Cody was glancing down the hall with stars in his eyes. Greg was eagerly waiting in his office. I wondered just how many men in this building were fixated on my cock... I’m young and I’m horny – if passing thoughts about Greg were enough, nobody was safe.
Peter’s secretary waved me in without a second glance. She’s a pretty young woman, not my type at all. At least my female friendships would be staying platonic.
“Hey Peter,” I said, knocking on his door. “Do you have a minute?”
“Hey, Clay, c’mon in,” he said, standing up as I walked in. He was like Pavlov’s dog, already salivating at the sound of my voice.
“So Peter... about working this Saturday,” I said, knowing I held all the cards.
“Yes!” he grinned. “Good, I’ve been thinking – I need you all weekend. You’ve got to run all those spreadsheets, and you’ve got to spread these thick cheeks,” he said, giving his ass a playful slap.
“Oh, you want me to fuck you?” I asked, toying with Peter. I could feel the desperation radiating off of him. He was nodding eagerly, like I’d just offered him a million dollars. “How about right now?”
“For sure,” Peter said. He strode past me and stuck his head out the door. “Hey Marianne, Clay’s gonna fuck me, hold my calls for a half hour, alright hon?”
I could almost hear her eyes roll.
“Only a half hour?” I asked with a sly grin. “I just saw Greg from HR... he was ready to ride my cock all afternoon.”
“Don’t play around Clay,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “This is a workplace buddy, we’ve got a lot to get done. Be a team player.”
I could barely hold it together. Peter might be desperate for my cock, but he was still the same old asshole. He walked purposefully to his desk and dropped his pants around his ankles.
Peter planted his forearms on the desk and stuck out his ass.
“C’mon Clay, I don’t have all day,” he urged. “I’m gonna need you to go ahead and slam my ass, okay?”
“What the hell man,” I laughed. “What’s foreplay like at home? ‘Come on Helen, intercourse is scheduled between 6:00 and 6:15, prepare to be penetrated.’”
“Visit me sometime and find out,” Peter chuckled, wiggling his ass at me. “Let’s go.”
“Just one minute,” I said, fishing the coin out of my pocket. I watched Peter’s eager ass flex in front of me as the genie emerged in a cloud of smoke. It was enough to make Peter glance back over his shoulder.
“Whoa,” the genie said, looking Peter over. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Not at all,” Peter said. “Clay here was just about to rail my ass. Take a seat, I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”
“Oh, I’m with him,” the genie said, pointing at me.
“Well, just make it fast.”
“Hey genie,” I said. “I’m ready for my third wish now.”
“Already?” the genie laughed. “You know, everyone starts out cautious, but once you get a taste, you just rush through those wishes. Are you sure?”
“Yup,” I said. “This one is super specific. I wish... I wish that when I cum in Peter’s ass, I’m gonna steal his muscle until he transforms into nothing but a sexy little twunk. And he’s gonna love it! You got that genie?”
“Hell yeah,” the genie grinned. “Your wish is my command.”
They snapped their fingers and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Well Peter, do you still want me to fuck you?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “You just heard what’s gonna happen. Once I cum, your muscle is mine. Your whole life is gonna change. What do you think Peter, is my cock worth it?”
“Your cock is totally worth it,” Peter said, stating it factually, like he just told me the world was round. “What’s a twunk?”
I dropped my slacks and pulled down my boxers, lining up my cock with his hole and tickling it with my cockhead.
Peter pushed back against my cock, swallowing it up with his ass.
“Ooooohh.....” he moaned, pushing back farther. Taking more. I put my hands on his waist, trying to take control of the situation. Even with a cock up his ass, Peter insisted on being in charge.
And he was a natural at it. Soon my entire cock was nestled firmly between his cheeks.
“Now, you’re all out of wishes,” the genie said. “But here’s a parting gift from me.”
They snapped their fingers and I felt my cock swell, getting longer and thicker inside of Peter’s ass. Peter gasped as my cock expanded within him, pushing him to new levels of pleasure. I could feel my balls drop and grow... holy shit I was horny.
“There you go,” the genie said. “You’re gonna be fucking a lot of guys Clayton... gotta make sure you’re horny enough to keep up.”
“Whoa, wait...” I said. No, I didn’t want that. The way my cock felt... fuck, it was impossible to ignore.
“Too bad,” the genie shrugged. “Three wishes per master, those are the rules. Besides, once you cum in Peter’s ass, you’re going to have a ton of muscle. Guys are gonna swarm you, even without my magic. This is what you wanted Clayton.”
I barely caught what he was saying. I needed to get off so bad. I was jackhammering Peter’s ass, even as he struggled to keep up with my newly enlarged pole.
“I... I.... fuck....” I moaned.
“That’s right Clay, fuck me!” Peter moaned. "You got this buddy!”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My cock was starting to buck, releasing a spray of cum into Peter’s hole. As my cock pulsed I felt him starting to shift under me, his body growing shorter and leaner. Muscle was flowing off his body, sucked out of him and onto my body. I felt myself getting heavier, like I was carrying around a loaded barbell at the gym.
Holy fucking shit... my pecs were getting so heavy they looked like muscle tits. My glutes were swelling up too, leaving me with an ass that would be impossible to hide. Everything from my neck to my lats to my calves filled out, loading on muscle until I was impossibly huge. I’d started the day around 140... I was easily 230 before I collapsed on the ground beside Peter’s desk.
“Oh my god...” Peter said, his shrunken body landing next to mine. Next to me he was tiny. The genie must have added a few details – not only was he shorter and skinnier, he’d gotten younger and more flamboyant too. Six pack abs and cute little round pecs and a tight bubble butt.
“Mmmm...” he moaned, running his hands over his body. “So that’s a twunk!”
I struggled to my feet. I wasn’t used to being a big guy yet. Nothing felt right.
Peter was at least a head shorter than me. I wasn’t the weaker one anymore. I had the power. I was a hung stud, while Peter was just a cute little twunk with my cum dripping from his hole.
I never understood why Peter had a full length mirror in his office. Now I got it. Looking like this... I wanted to check myself out. I pulled up my slacks – I could barely button them now. There was definitely a shopping spree in my future.
Peter didn’t need any of that. His clothes had completely transformed. First he tugged on his briefs – a tight scrap of neon fabric. Then he pulled up a pair of white slacks that hugged his butt perfectly. His shirt had changed from a boring blue to a light pastel. His haircut had transformed into a tight fade that showed off his youthful face.
I felt my cock stirring again as I stared at the mirror. Fuck, I was hot... I almost wanted to fuck myself!
“Well how about that,” the genie smirked. “I do good work, huh?”
I put my hand on my bulge and hefted it in their direction.
“Kind of a surprise, isn’t it?” I said pointedly.
“Hey, it’s what you wanted,” the genie shrugged. “It’s a gift. Accept it graciously.”
“So you’re like... a real genie?” Peter asked, staring at our muscular visitor. “This was soooo hot!”
“Yeah, I’m a genie,” they shrugged. “It’s a living, you know?”
“Cool! I knew Clay’s cock was like... magic, right? But a real genie! You just rub this coin, right?” Peter said, grabbing the penny from the ground.
“Wait,” I said, spinning around from the mirror. But it was too late. There was a puff of smoke and the genie had a new master.
“Alright Peter,” he said with a smirk at me. “Here’s the deal. I’m a genie, you’re my master now, and you get three wishes. You’ve seen movies, any other questions?”
“Nope,’ Peter grinned. “I know what I want! Those clothes are pretty tight on you now Clay... I wish Clay walked around in nothing but a jockstrap!”
“You’ve got it,” the genie said, snapping his fingers.
There was no flash of light or anything. One moment I was squeezed into a suit that didn’t really fit anymore... and the next I was wearing a lime green jockstrap and nothing else.
It barely kept my cock and balls hidden. I was one slip away from exposing myself. I put my hands over the pouch, red with embarrassment.
“Peter, no,” I begged. But he ignored me.
“And what he did to me was like... super hot!” Peter told the genie. “But he could be even bigger! I wish that whenever Clayton cums in a guy he steals their muscle and transforms them into a sexy gay twunk like me!”
“No! Peter, dude...” I said, staring at the giggling young man. “No... every dude out there wants my cock! And these balls... fuck, I’m hard already! I’m not gonna be able to resist!”
“That’s the idea,” Peter grinned. “You’re gonna make the world like... so much sexier!”
“No... you’re making me a freak...” I moaned, absentmindedly playing with a nipple. “I’m gonna be a freak... a big muscled up freak... wandering town in a tiny little jockstrap...”
“That’s hot,” Peter laughed.
“Fucking dude after dude into twunks til I get so big I can barely move...” I said in horror.
“Relax buddy,” Peter said, laying a hand on my meaty bicep. “There nothing wrong with being a sexy beast. But I don’t want you bothered so... hey genie, I’m ready for my third wish!”
“Let’s hear it!” the genie said eagerly.
“I wish that everyone thought Clay’s new life was like... totally normal. Including Clay – he can’t believe he’s so lucky!”
“No!” I cried out.
“Don’t worry Clay,” the genie said. “I won’t let you get too big, but...”
They snapped their fingers. Peter’s wish was granted... what did he wish for?
I couldn’t remember. I was just like... fuckin’ him quick in his office, and then there was this genie... I didn’t remember the details...
I glanced at myself in the mirror. I was a muscled up slut, my cock just barely peeking out of my jockstrap. Nope... that was all normal...
Some things are just a mystery.
“That’s it for you two boys,” the genie said with a wide grin. “I’ll see myself out.”
He vanished in a puff of smoke and the penny vanished along with him. Too bad I never got a turn with it. I bet I coulda made some killer wishes.
“Okay buddy,” Peter said, glancing down at my bulge once more. “You can go now. And don’t worry about working this weekend! Take some time and celebrate Pride!”
“But boss... don’t you need my huge cock?” I asked with confusion. “Like... what if you need a good fucking?”
“I’ll text,” Peter promised. “Don’t worry Clay, I think we’ll be at a lot of the same parties this weekend. I’ll see you there – you’re hard to miss.”
“For sure,” I laughed, squeezing my cock through my jock. “I’m super hard!”
“Alright,” Peter chuckled. “Now, back to work. Don’t you have an appointment with Greg from HR?”
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Of course I went out dancing that night. It was Pride! Plus, for real, I need to get off at least four or five times a day. It’s seriously distracting – I spend most of my time either thinking about pounding ass or actually doing it.
You gotta do what you're talented at, right?
So Ian and Brett came over to pre-drink, and then we all went out dancing. I picked out this bright yellow jockstrap to wear – even if someone missed my aesthetic physique or my irresistible appeal , this little mesh jockstrap is like... guaranteed to get me laid.
And yeah, I fucked Ian and Brett while we were pre-drinking. I might have missed out on making genie wishes, but my cock is pure magic. Brett started the day as a beefy construction worker, but now he’s a tightly muscled twunk with seriously bro style. Ian used to be a chubby cub, but that’s all history – now he’s a seriously ripped twunk who mostly wears body glitter.
They were getting jealous looks from every guy in the club. I swear, everyone there wanted to ride my cock. The room was packed with meat, and I wanted to try it all. I couldn’t decide what to try first – I mean obviously I already fucked the coat check guy.
Should I go for the bro bartender? Or one of the gogo boys? Or what about the muscle mary that hadn’t stopped staring since the three of us walked in? He probably just wanted to ask about my workout routine. After we fucked, I suspect he’d be more interested in Zumba.
And who cares? As long as everyone enjoyed themselves, my cock was a force for good.
I decided to start with the beefcake. Eventually I’d have them all.
I left Ian and Brett grinding with each other and started towards the mary at the bar, but I stopped about halfway there. My ears perked up when I overheard two guys standing at a table and bitching at each other. One of them was an athletic looking guy wearing a tanktop while his boyfriend was closer to average. With their backwards caps and carefully trimmed five o'clock shadows, they gave off serious gaybro energy.
“... know, right? There are a bunch of twinks here tonight...” one of the guys was saying.
“Relax bro,” his boyfriend answered. “It’s Pride, everyone’s welcome.”
“This better not turn into a twink bar,” the first one grumbled. “I just want –“
“Hey,” I said, interrupting them with a hand on each of their shoulders. “I’m Clay, you guys wanna fuck?”
Ten minutes later there was a new pair of twunks making out on the dance floor. Will was still the more athletic one – though his new sport was gymnastics. He was out there showing off his body in nothing but a pair of running shorts. His boyfriend Matt was a total club queen now, shirtless and sweaty and shedding glitter as his ass shook to the pounding beat. At 5’6”, Matt was the tall one.
My cock was already seeking it's next target.
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I struggled to fit through the entrance of my cubical. It wasn’t surprising – my scale said I was at 310lbs, and I could believe it. I was built like a fucking tank. When I stepped in the elevator the whole thing dipped.
I don’t know exactly when it happened – sometime on Saturday night – but I wasn’t getting bigger anymore. Not much. The guys I fucked were still turning into cute little twunks, but their muscle seemed to evaporate right off me. For a brief moment I think I broke 350 with a guy from my gym, but thankfully that hadn’t stuck.
Lucky for me. I could barely move.
“Hey Clay!” Greg said, poking his smiling face over my cubical wall. My twunky little coworker had really enjoyed his ride on my cock last Friday. For a second, I thought he was back for round two.
“Hey Greg, how was your weekend?” I rumbled. He was distracted, staring at my massive body. Probably picturing himself ripping off my jock and impaling himself on my pole.
“It was like... so much fun,” Greg grinned. “Did you know it was Pride weekend?”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Yeah, I had an idea.”
“It was so much fun!” Greg repeated. “Anyway, Peter wants to see you as soon as you get in!”
I hefted myself out of my chair and started lumbering down the hall. My coworkers were all giving me hungry looks. Some of them, like Greg, were total twunks now. Most of them were still aching to take their first ride.
Peter waved me right into his office.
“Hey Clay,” he said happily. “How’d your weekend go?”
“I fucked... soooooo many guys,” I said casually, giving Peter my widest grin. He’s like... a totally cool boss. “And dude... I got soooo big...”
“Totally hot, huh?” Peter said with a manic grin of his own.
“Yeah,” I said blissfully. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky... you want another ride buddy?”
Peter moved across the room gracefully and closed his office door. He didn’t even bother to tell his secretary – she knows the drill.
“Always,” Peter said, walking over to his couch and getting naked. “But we’d better hurry, okay? I’ve been in branding meetings all morning, and the whole marketing team agrees that this company like... desperately needs a facelift.”
I tried to remember. I think I fucked most of marketing on Friday.
“Cool,” I said. “Let me guess... we’re going after the gay demographic?”
“You got it buddy,” Peter laughed. “Hurry up and ride my ass.... you’ve got a lot of meetings today.”
Like I told you – my boss is great.
I love this job.
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Comments
Derek Williams
Thank you! I'm so glad this one is working for y'all!
welan
Really good
Hugh Michelsen
Muscle growth, revenge, reality warping, obliviousness, and a hot turnabout towards the end.
Hugh Michelsen
I’ve reread this 3 times today. It’s got everything I could ask for:
