A young guy gets more that he bargained for from a sick and twisted genie.
-------- Not for the vanilla hearted... Contains fisting and body modification as central themes. Reading time: 20 minutes --------
"I will grant you three wishes... but be careful what you wish for as fate is not always as kind as you hope..."
Bobby couldn't believe his fucking luck! Ever since puberty he had fantasied about what he would wish for if he ever met a genie. Yeah, he knew that genies were made up, a figment of the imagination to peddle stories about morals and shit. They weren't real. He knew that. He just got off thinking about all the horny stuff he'd ask for. It didn't matter that his fantasies could never come true, they still turned him on.
But here he was walking down a dingy alley he'd been through countless times, confronted by a real life genie! The alley had always been pretty dirty and skanky -- half way along was the boarded up remains of an old sex shop. It had been closed for as long as Bobby could remember, and peering in through the dust you could still see what was left of the pitiful and sleazy stock. Why did sex toys from the 1970s always look so fucking fake?!
It seemed like someone had finally got round to clearing it out though; a pile of ancient jazz mags spilled on to the pavement alongside decaying remains of hugely unconvincing flesh coloured dildos and -- christ, was that a rubber vagina with fake hair? Gross! Bobby kicked it out of his way. He may have been a horned up 22 year old, but vintage straight porn and fake snatches definitely weren't his thing.
To his surprise though, whatever he'd kicked aside had unleashed a genie. True, it didn't look like any genie he'd ever imagined. Not so much Sultan of Arabia as handlebarred leather man from the Village People. More sleazy though, and with a real pissed off expression on his face. Maybe kicking a latex muff wasn't exactly the best way to wake a genie up?
What did he care though? He'd been thinking about this since he first started getting pubes. He knew exactly what he wanted to wish for. His horny imagination had refined and finessed his fantasies time and time again. Simply put, Bobby dreamt of having a giant cock that leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, and that he would never have to look for sex again.
You see, Bobby was a fairly regular guy. He looked halfway decent but never thought he was anything special. He certainly didn't think his cock was special - in fact it was bang on average, being just under six inches long. He was reasonably athletic and in good shape - his cute bubble butt definitely made up for all the hours he'd spent in the gym. He couldn't get over his cock though; average had simply never turned him on. He was sure that the size of his dick had made him into a bottom too. Good at taking cock as he was, would life have been different if he had been blessed with a giant dick?
Since being a teenager his imagination had run wild, fed by Tumblr images of unfeasibly sized (and probably morphed) cuntrammers. He just couldn't stop thinking what it would be like to have such an amazing fuckslab himself. It wasn't just the thought of having a dick so big that it could make light work of transforming a tight hole into a wrecked pussy, no, it was also the thought of living with a cock that big that got Bobby going. Of constantly being able to feel the weight and heft of it in your pants, straining to be free. A dick that even flaccid would hang thick and tumescent, threatening to rise up and conqueror any hole placed in front of it. A thick choad so heavily veined that any ass would feel as if it was being fucked red raw.
Christ, a dick that big you would never be able to hide; a dick that big would rule your life. What you wore, who and how often you fucked... hell, even how brutal you fucked. It was exactly the type of cock that Bobby sought out when he was looking for shags. Nothing had ever come close to the dicks he saw online though... yeah, a few big guys but nothing that matched his fantasy dick. He'd had to resort to riding monster sized dildos and imagining that it was actually his giant cock he was riding. He was twisted that way.
He also lusted over big leakers. Not just because he thought that a big cock never looked hotter than when a drop of shiny nectar welled at the tip, but also because he loved the taste of pre-cum. All good bottoms did, and if he had a monster schlong that pumped out spooge he wouldn't be able to hold the cocksuckers back! His dick would be a non-stop fountain, and guys would queue to suck it non-stop. He also loved the thought of producing so much dickslop you could truly fuck a guy's hole using nothing but your own ready-made lube. What could be hotter than forcing your way in with your natural juice rather than some gunk from a tube?
All this made Bobby oversexed and his expectations always ran rather high. He did okay for sex, but somehow he never had the confidence or assets to attract the guys he really wanted. Scruff, Grindr, dating apps... the constant search for sex was slow and getting tedious. He just wanted to be able to get off when he wanted, not have to search and search and nearly always be disappointed. `Just let me have sex, don't make me look for it... please.'
Bobby had fantasied about these things for so long that they were crystal clear in his mind. He knew just how big and leaky his dick was going to be, and just how easy finding sex was going to be! Before stopping to think - before the genie had even finished talking - his words tumbled out:
"This is so awesome, I know exactly what I want! My first wish is to be bigger, my second is that I want to leak copiously, and finally I wish that I never have to look for sex ever again."
His eyes glazed over at the thought of the amount of junk he was soon to be packing, and just what he'd be able to do with it. It was all so obvious and pin-sharp in his head.
"Very well," said the genie "you will have what you wished for." And with a leer, a click of fingers and a puff of smoke, the genie disappeared.
Bobby couldn't believe it! Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that genies actually existed, he certainly didn't expect to stumble into one outside a derelict porn shop! A warm glow crept over his entire body as he felt himself welling up with happiness. His biggest fantasies had just come true!
His very first thought was to reach for his crotch and feel his new monster schlong. His fantasy had always been to have a cock that even flaccid would make his jeans obscenely bulge out. It would reveal exactly the kind of dickmeat he was packing -- the heft and girth so enormous that everyone would be able to see it's terrifying outline, even when flaccid. Christ, his cock would be so big and his jeans so tight you'd clearly be able to make out the flared cockhead, ready to puncture even the tightest holes. Maybe the fabric would wear down from the constant and heavy friction, making his dick seem even more imposing.
Bobby's head was bursting with excitement as he looked down. What the fuck? The front of his jeans looked exactly the same as when he put them on this morning. Fuck! By all rights his new cock should be painfully bursting out of his pants, desperate for freedom. He reached down to his crotch with one hand, now fearful with anticipation, to feel the front of his jeans. He patted himself and felt exactly what he'd felt countless times before. His own regular sized dick... He slid his hand inside his pants to make sure -- not being able to bear taking his jeans off to see the disappointment for himself. Fuck, yep! His dick was exactly the same as before.
What the fuck Bobby thought to himself again. Maybe the wish just needs more time to kick in? Maybe he'd wake up tomorrow morning and suddenly find himself with the cock of his dreams? Yeah, that would be it! That's how it happens in fairy tales, right? Feeling slightly relieved, Bobby thought he better be going -- there was a nagging thought in his head that he had a place to be.
For the first time since kicking the genie's fake muff Bobby moved. Immediately something was wrong. Deeply wrong. There was something wrong with his arse, it felt different. What the hell? Now he was aware of it, it was all he could feel and think of. Not having a clue what was going on and beginning to panic, Bobby unbuttoned his fly and pulled down his jeans and underwear in one. Looking down he couldn't help but be disappointed to confirm that his cock definitely hadn't changed size. He now had to find out what was going on with his arse though, so he reached behind with one hand to find out.
Fucking hell! His ass wasn't where it was meant to be, and it didn't feel the same either. No stranger to exploring his rear, his hand had touched flesh inches before where his puckered hole should be. What the fuck was it? He'd heard of guys prolapsing who were into heavy fetish play, but surely this couldn't be that? His pulse quickening with fear as his hand started to explore the fleshy mess. It was thick and distended, puffy, malleable and firm at the same time. Undulating and sensitive to touch.
What the fuck was this, and what the fuck had the genie done to him? He was tentatively touching with his fingertips when all of a sudden his fingers slipped inside the fleshy mound. Pulled inside more like - his hole sucking more and more of his hand inside, like it had a mind of its own. It finally hit Bobby with the impact of a double decker bus: the genie had made his hole -- not his cock -- bigger. And so big! His hand had just effortlessly slid inside! It wasn't tight or taut - no, it was gaping wide. His fingers could literally wiggle up and down without friction so cavernous was the space inside of him.
Bobby couldn't believe it. Fighting a wave of nausea he reached round with his other hand to confirm it. Yes, it could only be... his asshole had been supersized, and was surrounded by gigantic puffy ass lips that easily stuck out an inch either side. In fact his arse seemed to have changed shape too, from a puckered circle to a long, deep trench.
What was worse was that his cock was beginning to firm up from the sensations in his hole. Fuck! How could he be getting off on this? His hole wasn't a hole anymore, it was a mashed up cunt. Gaping, puffy, aching to be touched. And if his fingers had slipped in so easily, just how big was it? What kind of a sex life would he have from now if a cock couldn't even touch the sides?!
Fuck! Bobby's hands recoiled from his hole in horror and he wrenched up his jeans. If he moved quickly enough then none of this would have happened, it was all make believe! Deep down he knew it was true though... He had wished to be bigger, but the twisted genie didn't know he meant his cock. Damn, it had all been so clear in his head.
His heart sinking, Bobby slowly buttoned his fly. His new ass was painfully squashed against the seat of his jeans - he reached behind again and realised that he could actually feel his new pussy through the tight fabric. Christ, he could even make out his hole's thick meaty lips... You must be able to see them a mile off thought Bobby. Anyone who looks is immediately going to think I'm the world's biggest bottom slut, I'm never going to be able to go out in public again. Why did I choose to wear such tight, ass hugging tight jeans today?!
Bobby slowly started walked away from the doorway. Even though he was dazed and confused by what had just happened, the urgency was building inside of him that he had to be somewhere and he mustn't be late.
His only consolation was thinking that at least the genie must have fucked up the other wishes. My cock may have started to get hard, but it certainly wasn't leaking any pre-cum, that he was sure of! It was a small mercy, but it helped Bobby move a little quicker as he was drawn away. This relief was incredibly short-lived though as he realised just how much he could feel his new cunt. Every step made his new pussy lips rub against each other, sending both a ripple of pleasure and a wave of shock though his body. Fuck, he was going to be aware of his hole wherever he went, he was never going to be able to escape it, never going to be able to feel normal again. In fact Bobby felt incomplete, empty, as if there was something missing inside of him.
And then... then he felt something new. The friction of his lips rubbing against each other? That ripple of pleasure was turning into something else. His lips felt different, greasy, lubricated somehow. Oh my fucking god! His head spun around and he couldn't help shouting out "I am fucking leaking! I'm fucking leaking from my cunt!"
Shame and horror were dawning on him. Not only was his asshole totally ruined, it was now leaking! The genie had well and truly fucked him up. With horror he tentatively felt his rear again, fearing the worse. Fuck! His fingertips were damp! Was he leaking shit? Surely not, but then again his hole was gaping. Hesitantly he bought his fingers up to his nose... Five centimetres away he sniffed, not wanting to get close. It wasn't what he expected, in fact he bought his fingers much, much closer to his nose and sniffed again. It smelt musky and kinda good. He inhaled deeply and realised the smell was turning him on. Unable to stop himself, he licked his fingers. It tasted good!
It suddenly hit him, his ass must be leaking natural lube! His second wish had come true. The friction of his pussy lips rubbing against himself as he walked was stimulating his cunt, and juicing itself up! He was always going to be primed for sex, always. Even something as simple as walking down the street would make him feel his sex. Hell, he bet that sitting down and simply crossing his legs would make him grease up.
This was a complete head fuck for Bobby and he could barely stop to process it. However, he was still powerfully being drawn somewhere, almost as if he was on auto-pilot. He literally felt his body unable to resist walking to it's destination, so strong was the feeling.
His head swam from the changes to his body, not just the painful mashing of his ass in his tight jeans, but also the ever growing damp patch around his hole. No idea of where his body was taking him, he pulled out his phone to see whether it could tell him anything.
It was there on the lock screen, a notification of an event that he certainly didn't remember creating. Five minutes to go... He was meant to be meeting someone or something called Blackffuck... WTF? An address 200 metres away, for the next twelve hours... Shaking his head and not quite believing it - not wanting to accept the slowly dawning truth -- he tapped on the message and opened up his diary.
Fuck! The last wish had been granted too! His diary was packed; no matter how far he scrolled it was full of appointments. It was a role call of evil profile names, all as dark and twisted as Bobby could ever have imagined. The hairs on the back of his head stood up as some of them caught in his eye. FistFucker. Holewrecker. Monstahands. XXLFISTFUCK. TheCuntStretcher. They went on and on - there wasn't a single day that didn't have at least one appointment in it, often two at the weekends - sometimes two or three at once!
The enormity of his situation was overcoming Bobby as he was magnetically drawn to his first appointment. His asshole was so big that it now qualified as a cunt and he was never going to have to look for sex ever again. In fact it had found him. He wasn't going to be able to escape. And just what kind of sex was it going to be? Bobby shook his head in woe, surely he wasn't going to be fisted? Yes, he'd been into big toys but never that kind of stretching - he'd never wanted his hole to be ruined.
He had no choice but to keep walking though. And then he noticed his smell - he had juiced so much lube he could actually smell himself! And fuck, it smelt good. Laden with pheromones, full of musk and funk, he smelt of pure sex. He could feel his dick swell and his hole pulse with anticipation. He had no idea of what to expect but for the first time Bobby felt excitement at what was going to come next. He no longer felt shame in his puffy, over-stretched hole being clearly visible to anyone who looked, or the widening damp patch covering his rear. Fuck, he was going to wear even tighter jeans in the future to flaunt his hole - to advertise it to the world! Fuck, I might even be able to pick up some random shags and not just the ones the genie has set up!
The thought made him quiver as he reached the address he'd been given. With a beating racing heart, he knocked on the door. It was opened by a 6' 3" black man. Bobby looked up in and down in awe - this guy was totally out of his league, or at least his pre-genie league. The man on the doorstep was ripped with skin so dark it was almost purple. A thick leather harness crossed his powerful chest, and a red and black band drew attention to his muscular left bicep. Tight black chaps framed a hefty monster sized cock and two pendulous balls. All topped off by 21" high Wescos.
Bobby felt relieved. Even given the size of his new hole he was sure he would be able to feel that cock inside of him. It would be a regular fuck after all. Sure, this guy looked seriously intimidating and he had a giant dick, but a fucking Bobby could definitely take. Maybe the genie had simply made him into a power bottom and he was going to be hooked up with a lifetime of big dicks?
"Get in here bitch" said the hung, black fucker. "I've been waiting for you." He pulled Bobby inside and quickly shut the door behind him. He was ordered to strip and leave his clothes by the door. Doing as he was asked, the smell of Bobby's cunt immediately permeated the room, filling the space with the smell of pig sex. It was overwhelming. Both pairs of nostrils flared as they inhaled deeply, their eyes lighting up with lust.
As soon as Bobby was completely naked, the black man grabbed him and effortlessly lifted him onto a sturdy table. Bobby realised he was in a room that seemed to have been purpose built for sex. The walls were filled with rubber dildos - this time fearfully realistic - and a black leather sling hung from the ceiling.
"Fuck, I can not wait to get inside of you. I've been told you have the best cunt for miles around, nothing else comes close!" said the black man. He spun Bobby around, saying "I'm not sure I can believe it myself". It was now obvious why he had been lifted up so high - so his cunt was blatantly ready for inspection. Bobby could feel himself blushing as it was the first time anyone had seen his new pussy.
"Motherfucker! Your hole is wrecked man, I have never seen one so fucked up! Those big pussy lips are begging for some serious use - I bet you can't go a day without being worked over... And you're dripping ass juices on to the table... Man, I need to get a feel of this..."
A giant hand -- everything was in proportion - moved up to feel Bobby's hole. Bobby had no time to be scared as he felt the thick fingers at the opening of his juiced up cunt. They quickly slid past his fleshy pussy lips and into his now pulsating fist-trench. Sensing how receptive and eager Bobby's cunt was - how quickly his fingers had been admitted - the black man couldn't help himself, balling his fist deep inside of Bobby's cavernous cunt in one brutal savage movement.
"I am going to stretch that hole until you can't fucking walk... your pussy is never going to be the same again!"
Fuck! Bobby saw stars and almost wilted from the feelings deep inside his manhole. He finally understood his place in the world, he felt complete, the empty space inside of him finally filled. And all because of that ffucking twisted genie - this was going to get seriously piggy!