A Three Way Change

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“So, let me get this straight,” John began. “You’re a genie that lives in lube bottles.”

"You got it,” said the genie.

“And you’re going to grant each of us a wish because I rubbed the bottle,” Brian said.

“That’s right.”

“And the wish can only be for some sort of change to our physical bodies?” Garry asked.

“Yes to all three. Look, fellas, I been doing this a long time, so there’s no need to get sheepish here. Besides, the sooner you three get to wishin’, the sooner you can get back to your threesome and the sooner I can get back to watchin’ the game. The Cubs are up and it’s the bottom of the ninth.”

All three naked men glanced at one another. Their threesome had been interrupted by the sudden appearance of a genie flying out of the fresh bottle of lube that Brian had bought. There had been some kissing, some sucking, and just when John had been ready to plow Garry’s tight hole the genie appeared, leaving John holding a bottle in one hand and his cock in the other.

Of the three of them, Brian was easily the fittest. Strong limbs flowed into a tight chest supported by a 4-pack of abs--abs that he was constantly working on turning into a 6-pack. John was strictly average: average height, average weight, average body hair, and average build. About the only non-average thing about him was his cock, which stood at a solid 7-inches even after the genie’s explanation.

Garry was short, mostly hairless but for a thick thatch of pubic hair around his groin, and fat. Not so fat that you’d stare as he bellied up to a buffet, but he had an obvious excess in his muffin top, double chin, and an ass that was like two pillows attached to his backside. He jiggled slightly with each movement he made, and he’d rarely turn down a snack--especially when he was drunk or high, as he’d gotten as a precursor to the threesome.

The other two were also slightly inebriated, but only enough to lubricate the threesome. They all definitely agreed there was a genie offering them each a wish.

“C’mon guys, I ain’t got all day,” the genie said with growing impatience.

“I want a bigger dick,” Brian blurted out. He was perhaps the least hung among them at barely 5 inches hard--certainly usable but nothing to write home about. He’d always found it to be a sore spot and had even admitted as much to the other two.

“I want to be taller,” said Garry, surprising both John and Brian. They both figured he’d ask to be thinner.

Garry noticed the looks he was getting, and offered an explanation. “I never really minded being a bit chunky, but I’ve always hated being short.”

“I’d still definitely fuck you if you were taller,” John quipped, getting a smirk from the shorter man.

“What about you, Romeo?” the genie asked.

“I want to be fatter.”

Both Garry and Brian looked at John like he’d grown a third head. He’d certainly had chubby boyfriends before, and he’d always preferred the portly Garry to the svelte Brian, but asking to be a fatty seemed too absurd as to be alien to both of them.

John just shrugged. “What? I think it’d be hot.”

“I think you haven’t thought your wish through,” Brian said.

“Too late, wishes are in! Enjoy your wishes boyos!” And with that, the Genie disappeared.

For a few moments, nothing happened. And then Brian said, “Uh, guys, something’s happening...”

Filled with hope and excitement, Brian looked down to witness his new, bigger dick. His eager expression changed to confusion as he saw his humble unchanged shaft, then just as quickly turned to alarm. His former 4-pack was gone and in its place was a rapidly inflating stomach.

“What the fuck?!” Brian screamed, but then the change accelerated. At first, he seemed to simply inflate like a balloon, every part of him thickening and losing all definition before rounding outward. Then parts of him began to grow faster than the rest: belly, chest, chin, and ass all developed into the distinctive shapes of a man who’d battled the bulge his entire life and finally accepted his defeat in adulthood.

In a few moments, Brian looked like he weighed over 300 lbs. By the time the changes stopped, John guessed he was an easy 350 lbs. Maybe even more.

“Woah,” Brian breathed as he felt his new curvaceous form, lingering on his perky tits and broad, sagging belly. He bounced his gut a few times with his hands and then looked pointedly at John. “This was supposed to be your wish!”

“Oh no, the genie must have gotten us mixed up!” John groaned. Then he too felt odd and began to grow.

Unlike Brian, John’s change was simple and brief. None of his features changed, he merely became a larger, taller version of himself. He became a half-foot taller, then a full foot, and finally stopped at nearly 8 feet tall. His head nearly scraped the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” John said, looking down at his friends as though from atop a mountain. “If I got taller, then that means-”

Both men stared at Garry’s crotch. So far it seemed to be the same shaft as before, still average in length although the first inch or so was buried under a layer of pubic fat, and the next inch was obscured by his dense forest of fur. But then Garry’s dick seemed to plump up as though on its way to an erection, but then just never quite got there.

Instead, it kept getting thicker and thicker, and then longer, reeling out from Garry’s crotch until it hung low, thick, and heavy. Dark veins began to criss-cross the meaty tube before it finally began to lift skyward, fighting its own weight with every pulse of blood that filled it.

Even soft, Garry’s cock was already well past the 5.5 inches it used to be. As it slowly hardened, his dick past 6.5 inches, then 7, then 7.5 inches, then 8. In a few seconds it became a jutting 9-inches, its thick foreskin still covering half the apple-sized head, and a pearl of pre-cum already forming at the dime-sized slit.

“Holy fuck,” breathed Brian, who seemed to momentarily forget his recent fattening at the sight of the enormous cock that now sprung from Garry’s chubby groin. It even pressed into the roll of flab that encircled Garry’s waist, pushing it out of the way with its tumescence.

Brian had always been a bit of a size queen. He immediately forgot his newly acquired girth in favor of wrapping his chubby lips around Garry’s porn star-sized wang. He could barely get halfway down before he started to choke, his flab jiggling with each convulsion.

“Woah, slow down there,” came John’s voice from above.

Undeterred, Brian went back to wrapping his lips and fat hands all over Garry’s enormous wang. “Shut up and fuck me,” he managed in between mouthfuls of dick, to which John happily obliged.

John was now about 2 feet taller than Brian, and along with his increase in height came a commensurate increase in cock-size. John the giant rivaled Garry for overall length, if not girth, and after applying a liberal amount of lube he aligned himself with Brian’s hole in an extreme squatting position.

Garry, meanwhile, simply stood there and received the best blowjob of his life. Normally he was the bottom of the three, and Brian hadn’t shown much interest in his dick before. Now it was his entire world, his new chubby cheeks both warm and soft surrounding Garry’s kielbasa.

Thankfully, Brian had a much broader back for John to balance himself on as he slowly eased his way inside. Whatever genie magic made him into a fatty must have also given Brian a far more accommodating hole, since John was surprised at how easily he slid inside. Once fully buried, he found himself eye-level with Garry, who leaned over to engage in a makeout session while Brian was spit roasted at both ends.

None of them lasted long. John had never been able to both make out while fucking someone, and the double stimulus proved far too much for him. Garry too had never had his dick sucked while also making out, not had he possessed a 9-inch cock before. The added stimulus of so much more cockmeat was more than he could bear.

And even though the feeling of his own belly scraping the floor was intensely odd, Brian couldn’t deny how hot it was to be filled at both ends with two dicks that could only be described as monstrous.

All three came at roughly the same time, with Garry’s now super-powered unit spurting cum until it completely coated Brian’s round face. Garry had always been a shooter, and it looked like that had only been improved after the wish.

Relative to himself John wasn’t cumming any more, but relative to the shorter men he was cumming in far greater volume. Although accommodating, Brian’s hole was already filled to capacity, and John’s jizz came leaking down the side of Brian’s thighs.

Brian could feel himself ejaculate with incredible force because it struck his own hanging belly with a loud splat. It also kept going for far longer than Brian could ever remember, which he chalked up to the situation or his balls being under pressure from being squeezed by his enormous thighs.

None of the three would be particularly happy in an hour when they realized that none of their clothes fit, but for now, they collapsed happily into each other’s arms.