Always Try the House Blend 3
by Flashpoint
Jared *almost* wished that the guys in the bar were better looking that night. But he had learned the hard way not to make idle wishes like that... there were always too many complications to fix later on, when he bothered with fixing them.
He sighed... too many old, out-of-shape guys nursing beers, giving furtive glances around to see if anyone might be interested in giving them the time of day let alone a little bit of loving for the night. How they expected to meet the man of their dreams, let alone a one-night stand, when they were too timid to talk or make eye contact with anyone else was beyond him. Jared had no trouble picking guys up. Of course, he usually wished them horny or desperate (or horny *and* desperate) and that he was exactly their type too, so it all worked out. Then, of course, if they were a lousy lay he could always punish them and kick them out. They never remembered that they'd been thin or muscular or good looking or tall or any of it. They also never remembered they'd ever met Jared.
Or at least they weren't supposed to remember any of that... there was a problem that Jared couldn't figure out. The source had told him at the beginning when he dug up the jar that if he wanted, the wishes could be retroactive. They didn't have to be, but they could be. But even when he did that, they sometimes had ghost memories come back of their lives previous to the new ones and sometimes of Jared making the changes, which the source had said shouldn't have happened. The source said Jared could do anything, but it wasn't working that way.
He was really pissed at the source. The source had said he could wish for anything, and then turned right around and not been able to do it, or not the way he wanted it. He wished for a new Jeep and got one that was 8 years old and had 250,000 miles on it. He wished for a pile of money, and the moment it landed in front of him (literally), an IRS agent knocked on the door to collect over 95 percent of it for taxes! He had exactly enough left to buy a pair of jeans at the thrift store. He was really pissed, but he could deal with it. After all, he'd figured out a way to punish the source without any of it reflecting on him, so it all evened out.
Jared blew a nice blue cloud out around him and got a very pleasant buzz from the tobacco. It was so nice, too. It made him hard and kept him that way for hours. He loved fucking guys while smoking the pipe. They started whimpering they were too sore after only three hours and he liked hearing that. Especially after five hours.
Jared noticed a few of the guys he'd worked over hanging around the bar... some of them had never even been in a leather bar before Jared had come along, but now they were true leather men and boys. There was that one guy, Alan or Andy or whatever the hell it was, walking along the bar, tight hairless torso reflecting the light, holding a bottle of water, his shirt tucked into the back of his baggy jeans and a large bottle of lube and a string of condoms sticking out of the other pocket, clearly advertising his interest. Some of the previously despondent lonely guys suddenly all started checking him out as he walked by, and Andy or Alan - let's call him Alan - checked them all out in return, clearly deciding not which one of them to fuck but rather in what order to fuck ALL of them. And they knew it.
He had been a fun one, all right. He'd shown up one day at Jared's doorstep asking whether he'd be interested in discussing the Bible. Of course I am! I love discussing the Bible. Do you mind if I smoke a pipe while we do? The kid went from a sexually repressed 21-year old Jehovah's Witness to a cock-hungry, tight-bodied and loose-holed circuit boy with an insatiable ass that literally needed it from every man he saw. And he could get it too: Jared made it so that Alan gave off a pheromone that would attract any human male sexually, regardless of orientation, and they would mount him like a stud horse on a mare in heat. Alan got fucked an average of ten times every day now.
He'd been a law student before too. After, Alan had been a high school dropout who'd been kicked out by his deeply religious parents the year before and did lawn work to support his sex life and partying. That was the thing about retroactive wishes like that. It was weird how the story of their lives would change so drastically just by changing how they were now. And it was weird how, when Jared examined it, the further back in the past the point was that their life had deviated from the original, the greater the difference between the two lives. And there were other incidental changes that Jared didn't specifically wish for, but somehow evolved on their own. For example, Jared hadn't specifically wished that Alan practice only safe sex, but he did it anyway. Huh. Weird.
Jared shook his head. Hoo, this is a good buzz, better than usual, he thought. I'm getting too philosophical. He shook his head to clear it, but it didn't help. Wow. Well, I'll just check out what else there is to look at tonight.
Lots of his handiwork in the bar tonight... there's the bartender who had needed a full beard and mustache; the accountant that now liked deep fisting; the football player with the microdick (Jared hadn't appreciated the fact that he'd had a bigger dick, so he shrank it); the couple that Jared had changed into identical twins who were in love; the lean blond leather tailor who had been a wide dark Mexican; and of course Dave and Dave.
Dave and Dave were boyfriends who had both been in the fitness career. Dave One had been a personal trainer and aerobics instructor and Dave Two a competitive bodybuilder and (unofficial) male porn star. Well, Dave One had made the mistake of pissing Jared off by not giving him a discount on his gym membership. Jared made a non-retroactive wish on them both: they would start gaining unattractive fat weight at a greatly accelerated rate no matter what they did. It took a quick year to turn them into human blobs. When they hit 275 and a good portion of it was fat over their muscles, they started crash dieting. When they hit 300 they went to a specialist who stapled their stomachs. When they hit 350 they started drinking.
Now, at around 475 for each of them, their entire bodies were so wide and round that they required two stools each to support their massive ass cheeks. They also had low-hanging belly aprons that reached so far down they had to be tucked in. It wasn't Jared's fault that they were both about 5'6". Oh, well, Jared had already set their weight limit at 438 anyway before it stopped. (Also, he made sure that the alcohol turned to fat the instant it hit their bodies. He didn't want them to be alcoholics.) They sure didn't look happy. But Jared might decide that they deserved to thin up again and would lose it over the span of a few months. Might, that is.
Jared was not one who should wield power. He was the type to abuse any authority or privilege he has. More to the point, he wasn't a very nice person. Never had been. It was largely due to that predilection that Jared ended up after graduation working in a low-paying clerk position at a pipe and cigar store. What a pain in the ass. It wasn't his fault that the son of the manager at Jared's office job had come on to him. Jared only fucked him a little. But now he was stuck in this job and had no hope.
Until he found the jar in the landfill. A pretty jar. A nice jar. A beautiful hand-carved crystal jar that Jared thought he might be able to sell on eBay for a few bucks and had had a surprise inside. "Source," Jared said between puffs.
{Yes, Jared.} The source sounded very much like it was cringing. Jared hated cringing. He just wanted the source to do what he said. {Is there something I can do for you?}
"You know damn well there is. Where is this gorgeous guy I'm supposed to meet? You said I'd see him here. All I see are the regular losers." Jared sneered toward them, now starting to line up in the back room behind Alan.
{I said that there would be a good-looking man in the bar tonight who could change your life for the better, Jared.} Gak, but he hated that sniveling tone too. {He's here somewhere. Even I can't make him just land in your lap. That's not how these things are supposed to work. I...}
Shut up, Jared thought. The source instantly went quiet. Jared had certainly taught it to shut up when he wanted it shut up. Where was this asshole anyway? Then Jared got a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. Woah... this guy is hot! Or he could be, anyway... Lose the rotten haircut and give him a goatee, a PA maybe... hmm... different clothes definitely... and what about a... Jared suddenly yelped in pain as someone trod heavily on his foot.
The guy spun around, abruptly very contrite. "Wow, gee, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he said. If Jared hadn't in pain and kind of pissed, he'd be attracted to him without having to change him first: he had looks, a nice body and seemed to be a nice guy - not that that made any difference - and even had decent clothes. Nice. Jared would like him a lot. If he weren't pissed off.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you asshole!" he yelled at the guy. He glanced over where the man had been and he was gone. Dammit! I don't remember exactly what he looks like now. If Jared had been able to, he could have made a wish that the man he was picturing be attracted to him or find him somewhere. It was harder with just a vague description. He was pissed. "Shit!"
The guy may have been nice, but even he wasn't willing to be walked over by a perfect stranger. "Well, hell, dude, all I said was I'm sorry."
It was exactly the wrong thing to say to Jared right at that moment. He had the pipe handy and the wishes instantly made up and he let loose in his mind what he wanted. Yep, Jared was pissed, so he decided to let this guy reflect that too. The source started interrupting right as the wishes were taking effect. {But Jared, he's the one...!}
SHUT UP AND DO IT! Jared mentally yelled back, his face contorted in fury.
There was a distinct pause before the source responded. {Your wish is my command, Jared.} Jared was so enraged at the man in front of him that he did not even hear the smug tone in the source's "voice." {I will do exactly as you ask.}
The guy in front of him suddenly jerked as though he'd been stabbed. "Oh," he said, his eyes going wide. And then the world changed.
The guy standing next to him, who'd been standing looking at the scene erupting in front of him, suddenly turned away from them both and was chatting with the guy next to him as though they'd been friends for years. He wasn't even looking at his friend now. His former friend. It was another ancillary change; he had never met the man now changing in front of Jared.
He was around 30, had sandy brown hair, and looked like an average guy in average clothes hanging out with his friends in the leather bar just for a change of pace. He looked like he was vibrating in place as the changes took place. He wasn't in pain, or the source said once that when they changed they weren't.
The other people around them also didn't notice the change going on; the usual activities were taking place in the bar as though things had always been that way. But even with that, the bar was changing around them too; another ancillary change was coming. Jared could feel it. He'd learned to recognize the signs. A grey haze seemed to be settling around parts of the bar, a large banner appearing over the bar proper, getting sharper and clearer as the moments passed, and the number of guys was also increasing right in front of him, getting more loud and raucous. All right, Jared thought approvingly, looking around. The attractiveness degree had definitely improved because of this guy. Speaking of which, Jared returned his attention to him. Hmm, Jared thought. Interesting.
What had been an early 30s guppie in nondescript clothes had evolved. He was now well over a foot shorter, around 4'9", and was 20 years older and a balding grey. More to the point was what he was now wearing. His nondescript blue shirt, khaki slacks and Oxfords were now a leather bar vest on his bare smooth front, very tight leather shorts, and knee-high lace-up engineers' boots. He had a rather chubby, cherubic face and a big belly on him now. Big even for someone taller. Well, considering what he was into (now), he needed the room. Running up each side of his vest and his short shorts were wide strips of yellow leather, and the laces in his boots were also bright enough yellow to glow in the darkness of the bar.
Over the bar, the banner read BEER BUST THURSDAY - PERSONAL URINAL SERVICE. Well, well, well, Jared thought. That turned out better than I thought.
"Hey, Rudy," the mustachioed bartender called out, and the guy turned to him. He had forgotten that he had ever been different. He did give one glance to Jared with a very strange look on his face before answering. Dammit! Jared thought. He almost remembers!
"Hey, Judd," he said. "Is it all set up for me?" He started sidling up to the bar, his chest not quite clearing the height. He had a slight swing to his walk now, now that he had so much more poundage to accommodate. His belly was definitely a burden.
"You bet, dude," Judd replied, brushing the thick hair away from his lips. The mustache was so thick and long that at times it looked as though he didn't have a mouth. "The urinals are shut down for the night and the beer's been flowing. We've already had about ten guys asking why they can't take a piss." He got an evil leer on his face. "And I drank about a gallon myself just in the last half hour. I hope you've still got that amazing capacity of yours." He looked like he was salivating just looking at him.
Rudy gave him a very lusty look in return. "Just last week I was the reservoir for the Windstars' after-game beer bash, and that lasted about 12 hours." The Windstars were the local arena football team. "They went through four kegs and I got it all." He started unfastening his shorts. "And I was plugged for two days after." He opened the front of his shorts just enough to reveal a catheter sticking out of the end of his dick, clamped off and locked to be unable to open. "I was so full I couldn't even fit behind the steering wheel to get home." He was getting hard at the story.
So was Judd, apparently. "You better get going before I rape you right here. Don't worry, I'll unchain you after closing time." Six or seven hours from now. With a final look, Judd turned back to his next customer.
Rudy wasted no time. He headed directly for the bathroom, where he would find what he always found there; a special urinal fitting for his mouth so that the bar could drain into him, and a chain to put around his ankle to keep him locked into place until let go.
Wild, Jared thought. Most of that Jared hadn't wished for, it had just sort of happened. And he knew about the fitting and the chain the same way he knew about the other changes he made. "Okay, give me the rundown."
{He was a computer consultant for a cellular phone company before. Now he's the owner of that same company and makes about twice as much as he had before. The company is now very gay and very kink-oriented. He's older and is rich enough that he can do whatever the hell he wants with his life and no one can say anything. He doesn't have a lover...}
That's enough, Jared thought, disgruntled. He'd intended to punish the guy by making him a piss freak and now his life was better than before! Shit! The source had said that Jared really had no control over some of the finer points of the wishes, but still. "What was it you were saying earlier? Was it the guy I was supposed to meet tonight?" He didn't see him around now. He must have left. Shit!
Again, Jared was so engrossed in looking around that he didn't notice the pause before the source spoke again. {The man I hoped you would meet is still here tonight, Jared. That hasn't changed.} He also didn't notice how careful the source was making its voice sound. {He isn't anywhere in sight now.}
"I can see that, goofball." Well, I can fix that. "Can I wish him to reappear?" He'd never tried that before, but he didn't see why he couldn't do it now.
The source hesitated and he yelled at it to get a move on. {I'm sorry, Jared.} the source simpered. {He's already near you, so wishing for him to be near you wouldn't do anything. However, if you wish, for example, for the man that you saw in passing to find you at some other place and time outside of here, that will work.}
"Fine," Jared said, taking a deliberately deep inhale of the pipe. "I wish that the guy that I saw in passing would come to the tobacco shop with an interest in smoking pipes." It was all he could think of to get him to show up. "And make him shave his head and add a goatee. Plus a PA. A big gauge, but not too big." If it was too big, Jared would be turned off and he'd have to punish the guy.
{The wish is granted, Jared. The man you saw in passing before your foot got stepped on will appear in your store tomorrow, exactly as you described him.}
"Fine, fine," Jared said absently, his mind racing with possibilities. This could work out just fine. He wanted to take his time with this one, lure him in, seduce him, maybe even have him try the special blend to rope him in. Yeah, that could work. He'll improve my life all right. He's going to be so in love with me he won't be able to live without my lovin'. And it would be good to have the rent taken care of. It would be so easy to just wish him under control but that wouldn't be as much fun as tearing him down.
{Jared, improving your life isn't supposed to be that way.} Shit, it was like having a built-in commentator in your head all the time. {There's a better approach to...}
SHUT UP! Jared screamed mentally. The source went quiet immediately, but Jared had been pushed over the line again, as he usually was very easily most days. I *warned* you not to give me that lecture again!
{Jared, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please don't!}
"Too late," Jared said aloud, putting his beer on the counter in front of him. "You asked for it." And with that, Jared closed his eyes and started thinking about his earliest childhood memories. The good ones. The time he cut the cat's whiskers off. When he threw paint at the principal. When he broke the mirror on his dad's RV and got his brother to take the heat. When he threw the bees' nest into the cabin at camp in the middle of the night and then barred the door.
Then his high school memories. Supergluing the teacher's lounge door shut. Hacking the computer in the principal's office and having all the math textbooks sent to Alaska. Putting indelible green dye in the shower system of the football team's locker room during the game. Hotwiring the activities bus and sending it into the lake. Putting hydrochloric acid on the school statue's face.
College. Handcuffing his passed-out roommate naked to the railing outside the dorms. The first time he raped his nerd chem lab partner in exchange for him doing all the work. The second, fifth, and tenth times. Smacking the bitch that failed him in Algebra. Taking the...
{PLEASE!} The source begged. Jared had been very happy to find out that his memories hurt the source. He didn't know why, exactly - they were just stuff he did - but when the source was being bad, it was the next best thing to a good spanking for a disembodied voice in his head. {I'm sorry, Jared! I'll do whatever you want! Please stop hurting me!}
Then remember what I said next time, Jared thought. The source whined and moaned about Jared's attitude over and over, but Jared didn't see the problem. It was everybody else who didn't care enough to give Jared a break. He'd had to punish the source a few times to make him get the point, but the damn thing still had to pick at him. It never learned. "Okay, fine," Jared said. "You said anything. Get me somebody for the night." Then, before the source could remind him AGAIN, he took a deep inhale from the pipe and said, "*I wish* you would get me somebody for the night. I'm horny."
It was the tobacco. Damn but was it the tobacco! He'd had to point his dick upward to make sure he could still stand at the bar without scaring off the guys around him. Of course, he had to pull his shirt out of his pants to let it cover the head, which was sticking out over his belt and throbbing. At least he'd thought ahead and put a regular-sized condom over the head to catch the precum. It was stretched to the max over the head but it did the job well enough. As long as he emptied it every hour or so. He didn't want another explosion like what happened at the supermarket that one time. He'd had to modify a lot of memories that day to get out of the embarrassment.
{Of course, Jared.} The source sounded like a very small child desperate to please. {There's a man at the end of the bar in a vest and jeans who's been eyeing you for the past several hours, since right after you made the changes to Rudy.} Jared blinked and then growled to himself. Shit. He'd been so lost in thought punishing the source that time had flown by without him noticing it. Not the first time it had happened either. But before he could say anything, the source continued. {I made it look like you were playing coy with him, Jared, not wanting to rush things but definitely interested. You didn't look like a zombie. I promise.} The words came out in a rush in Jared's head. He nodded. Good. The first couple of times, the source had had to be punished again for letting Jared just sit there like a mindless idiot when it could fix things retroactively. {He wants to get you in bed. Truly.}
Better be the case, Jared thought, turning away from his beer. It must have been changed during his out time too; it was full where before it had been empty. When he was near the end of the bar, making eye contact with the guy the whole time, he sidled up and got next to the bar in front of him. There was no mistaking his intent. "Hey," he said, keeping the steady eye contact.
"Hey," the guy said in return, checking Jared out up and down. Hoo, baby, Jared thought. He's horny for it. Good. "So, do you get out very...?"
"Screw this shit, baby," Jared said, leaning in very close and forcing a kiss on the guy. He struggled a bit and then melted into it like butter. Score! "I don't like small talk," he said once he broke the kiss. "Follow me to my place if you want it. I've got to get off and you're the hottest piece here tonight." That wasn't strictly true, it was the anonymous guy still wandering around somewhere, but it was close enough to fuck him. "I want that ass and you're going to give it to me all night." And when he said all night he meant until the sun was in the sky next morning and people were getting sunburns. He then pushed him away and started for the door. "One chance. Follow me or not."
Sure enough, the guy was on his heels like a hungry puppy. But before they got even halfway across the bar, there was a roaring cheer from the crowd. Something else must have happened when he was out, because everyone was looking in the direction of the bathroom and applauding. When they got to within ten feet, Jared saw exactly what it was. Rudy. Jared blinked and did a double take, looking like he'd been hit between the eyes with a two-by-four.
It was Rudy all right, or a greatly inflated version of him. And inflated was exactly the right word. He was lying on his back on a wheeled pallet, apparently one used for hauling beer in from the trucks in the back. His already huge belly had more than quadrupled in size, until it was nearly as tall as Jared's chest and extending down to below his knees and to the middle of his chest in diameter. Wide stretch marks were now crisscrossing it in all directions. Rudy looked dazed and was breathing laboriously, but had a look of extreme contentment on his face. His shorts and vest were lying on the pallet next to him, both far too small for his now enormous form.
"A NEW RECORD!" The bartender Judd yelled. He sounded a little muffled through all the hair. "HE DRAINED THE TAP! AND ALL OF US!!!" The cheers became deafening.
Jared ground his teeth and stomped out the door, still being followed. He'd almost forgotten the guy behind him. Dammit! He's not supposed to enjoy himself! He thought out a long list of obscenities.
A few moments later, he got to his car, and not being happy at all, he turned to the guy behind him and said, "Follow me to my place. You better be ready for an all-nighter, baby. I need the relief." That was strictly true, but he also meant from the stress.
The guy was so heated up that Jared's arrogant attitude turned him on. By that and by the other thing. "Whatever you want. I see what's in your pants." It was true. The head was hidden from plain sight but where the shaft was in his pants it was obviously inordinately thick to anyone looking. "I can take it all night and all day. I stay lubed up just in case I run into a guy like you."
Shee-yit, you did a damn good job with him, source! He was very sparing in his compliments to the source, but when a good enough job happened, such as this, Jared was by no means stingy. I never met a guy so cock-hungry. That must've taken some effort.
{I didn't do anything to him. He was like that before you saw him. Hot for you and an insatiable ass. I just noticed that he was there.}
If Jared didn't know that the source was incapable of lying, he would have assumed a trick, but it had to be. Well, even better. He knew he was hot.
If the source had been human, it would have sighed at that thought.
The drive took surprisingly little time, even though they were a good 20 miles away. Still, it was soon enough that Jared and this guy, whatever his name was, were deep tonguing and ripping each other's clothes off before they even made it in the door. Once they were in, the guy practically tore his shirt getting it off of him. When the apple-sized head of Jared's dick and the wrist-thick-plus shaft came into view, still sticking over his belt loop, the guy had only one thing to say. "WOW...!" His own dick was tenting the front of his pants like a circus tent. "I knew it was big but shit...!" His own clothes took even less time to shuck. "I have never seen anything like that. Ever. You are so damn BIG!"
And it was. Extending out ramrod straight and pulsing in time to Jared's heartbeat was what he liked to call the Cock of God. It was thirteen inches long, had a mushroom head, and a shaft that was exactly 10 inches in circumference. Most guys couldn't take it at first. Until Jared opened them up a little.
Jared gave a small contented puff on the pipe looking down at his friend. He'd certainly broken enough cherries with that thing, all of whom were now spoiled for anything else. Jared remembered vividly the weekend he spent in his old fraternity house. He'd arrived Friday evening and left Monday morning, and in between those times he fucked every single in-house brother at least three times. He'd wished to not need sleep for the entire weekend so that he could do all of them, but most of them missed sleep too. Sheez, you'd think none of them had ever been fucked by a fire hydrant before. Well, come to think of it, none of them had been fucked at all before. When he left, there were naked, passed out guys in every room and a few on the stairway, mouths hanging open from giving blowjobs on the biggest dick they'd ever seen, assholes hanging open because they'd been stretched beyond their limit. Oh, well, the source said that a few of them would never be able to tighten up again, maybe half, but they'd learn to deal with it.
His personal favorite had been Westerman, the quarterback. Westerman was the younger brother of his old roomie at the frat, the one who had let Jared's car get towed away from in front of the house. It had only been there for a minute or two, maybe an hour. It's not like it was parked illegally or anything. Well, not much. Well, the older brother was overseas somewhere, but he could take it out on Junior.
At 6'6" and a good 290 of muscle, he'd squealed like a pig when it went in (but unable to say no to it) and was bucking back like a pro by the end of the first time. Jared had made Westerman the star of the night, fucking him over and over on the dining room table doggy style with him in his jersey and jockstrap from the team. Jared had also had a few choice wishes for the guy too. He ended up with a jock fetish, needing to wear one constantly, certainly during sex. It also made his ass hungry. Well, Jared took care of that too. They weren't in the bar tonight, but Westerman and his Daddy, the coach of the university when that weekend had happened, were regulars. Daddy still had his thick slab chest and flattop and still looked every bit the part of a coach, even this long after retirement. Westerman had made a few changes at his Daddy's behest since then. His boyish haircut was gone permanently, follicles and all, along with all of his body hair except for eyebrows and a goatee. Jared hadn't realized just how expensive electrolysis was all over the body. But that wasn't to say that he wasn't adorned; he now had several strategically placed tattoos on his chest, his arms, and his back, the most notable one being the one on his muscular right ass cheek that was a large balled fist with the word PIG in the middle of it. Not that he needed the advertisement; his ass lips hung down a good three inches all the time. Apparently the coach had had a secret interest he hadn't told anyone about. And he had big hands too. Well, he kept Westerman working out too, like a coach on a quarterback should. He was as big as any bodybuilder if not bigger, and loved every minute of his new life.
Jared chuckled to himself. The first thing that he had wished for when he'd found the jar was exactly what started all of that. A superhumanly huge dick, monster balls, huge loads, and iron stamina. It was the only thing the source had given him so far that had come out exactly as he intended it and he used it as often as possible on anyone not used to that size. He now had a long list of admirers who had not been size queens or been into fisting before Jared fucked them. Now they were all sloppy and could not be easily satisfied. And here was a guy who needed exactly that. "And you're getting it all, all night long," he said to the guy. "Get in the house."
It took less than ten minutes for Jared to be balls deep in the guy. It took that long because Jared had to get out one of his special-size condoms and lube it up. It took a while to do. But then he discovered that the guy hadn't been kidding; he was no cherry by any means. A warm cavern was a better description. He had no trouble taking Jared right off, no preparation. Jared at first expected for him to be just another sloppy hole to fuck - so many fisting bottoms wanted Jared to fuck them, but Jared always felt like he was fucking a lawn bag they were so open - but it wasn't like that either. He had incredible muscle control too. He'd open up wide and then clamp down, then selectively clamp down in rapid succession in different places along the shaft. Jared's eyes rolled into the back of his head on several occasions, being brought to the brink and then pushed back, over and over.
And the guy hadn't exaggerated his endurance either; the longer Jared went and the harder he pounded, the more the guy wanted it. Jared fucked him doggy-style. He fucked him with the guy sitting on it. He fucked him in a scissors position. He raised the guy's legs behind his ears and plowed like a pile-driver. He even held him upside down from his ankles and slid it in and out rapid-fire. Jared lost count of the loads he blew.
When Jared opened his eyes, absolutely exhausted, and saw the sun shining high on the horizon, he very nearly tried to go back to sleep. The guy had literally drained him of every bit of energy he had. He could have had the source just keep him going, but enough was enough right then. This guy was definitely all that and a bag of chips.
"Oooh... Uhh..." the guy was now moaning, his hands running over his cock and balls, coated in more than a dozen of his own loads. "Shiiiitttt... oh, man, I have never had it so good. This is what I have wanted all my life!" He sounded dead exhausted and on the moon with satisfaction. There was a loud sound like ripping fabric as he let out a long, low fart.
"No problem," Jared said thickly, trying very hard to stay awake and failing. "I never met someone that could get me off so well." Well, not before changing them, that is. "I think you deserve a reward."
The guy smiled and leaned in to kiss Jared on the lips. "If you mean breakfast, I accept." He started sidling out of the bed, but when he reached his feet, he revealed that he was so fucked that he was now as bow-legged as an ape. He gave another loud fart and a steady stream of lube rolled out of his open hole and went down his leg. Damn but he did a good job on this one! "I hope you have a chair I can sit in. I don't think that I can stay too long on my feet. I'm too sore." He proved it by walking a few steps and moved like his legs were almost dislocated from being spread so far. He hadn't walked like that in the bar last night.
Lighting his pipe, Jared inhaled until there was a large plume of blue haze around himself before saying, "No, I mean a real reward. I wish you were a lot more muscular. Like bodybuilder size. But that you still had that amazing ass of yours." The guy looked puzzled for a moment before his eyes rolled up in his head and he started to fuzz out, looking, like the guy last night, like he was vibrating. "And I wish you wouldn't remember that I made any wishes just now."
Jared got up and pulled his clothes on while watching the change happen. Where there had been a rather slender dark guy before, now a swarthy behemoth was appearing. He appeared to have no neck because his traps were so large. His pecs were like armor plating and his biceps inflated to basketball size. His shoulders were like bowling balls. His waist stayed the same size but appeared to be much smaller due to the enormity of the rest of his body. His thighs were as thick as a normal man's waist. Impressive, Jared thought. The guy can really build muscle. He laughed to himself. He just did.
"Whoa, dude," the guy said once the change had stopped. His voice had dropped by about an octave and his face had become lantern-jawed and angular. Hmm, an HGH freak too. "That was like the most amazing sex I have ever had. Most guys don't want to fuck me since I'm so big. I have to end up fucking them. But I have never been fucked so deep or so long. Thank you." Wow, he was even still a nice guy. He really deserved the reward. "Can we get together again sometime soon? I need it more than I get it. You are so damn good."
"For damn sure. Give me your phone number," Jared said, remembering the fuck the way it had been in both versions of this man's life; both fucking this guy last night and fucking the bodybuilder version of this guy last night. That was the annoying problem of overlapping timelines during sex.
In no time, the guy was waddling out to his car (even with his newfound muscle, the fuck had made him walk bow-legged, and it was even more exaggerated due to the size of his thighs), a very nice sports car as opposed to the Toyota Celica he'd had before. Hmm. Another weird little change. Ah, well, Jared had gotten off and he could get the hell out of there and get to work.
At least he no longer had to worry about his boss being a pain at work, or threatening to fire him for being late any more; Jared had fixed it so that every time the asshole hung around the store, he'd have a painfully embarrassing microdick syndrome suddenly appear. It would shrivel from its usual dimensions to the size of one of the man's little fingers. He'd been pretty horrified the last time it had happened, but it went back to its normal size the second he was away from Jared for more than an hour. He tended to avoid being around Jared for that reason. He didn't understand why it happened, just that it happened around Jared.
He was just finishing up getting dressed and was closing the door to the apartment when he thought of something. "Source," he said.
{Yes, good morning, Jared.} the source said politely. {Did you enjoy yourself last night?} The question was a halting one, with a fervent hope in the tone.
"Fuck yeah! I think I'll have him come over again. That ass was too much! And the body he has now! Yow! You did a good job." Jared liked bodybuilding, but didn't want to do all the work. He could've just wished to be that size, but never got around to it for some reason.
{Thank you, Jared.} The source was very quiet in this response, not wanting to step outside the bounds by accepting the compliment too much. {I really do want to make you happy.} Yeah, to not get punished more, but making Jared happy was the key point either way.
"Oh, yeah, that reminds me. The guy from last night is going to meet me at work today?"
{Yes, Jared. It's already been set up as inevitable. You'll recognize him at first sight. He's the only one with a shaved head and goatee.}
"Cool. By the way, what's his name?" Not that it mattered much, but Jared liked having his facts straight. Besides which, he needed to know what name to put on the lease agreement.
{His name is Joey.}