Brad's Birthday Wish

[6 word request: Genie Messes With Brad Rowe's Wishes]

Brad Rowe toweled himself off as he stepped off the weight room floor leaving a trail of hot salty sweat as he walked. “Damn!” he said, still a little out of breath from such an aggressive workout. He looked down at Kris, the much smaller businessman he’d agreed to lift with--nearly a foot shorter than Brad, and easily 100 pounds lighter, the doughy little man seemed just as exhausted as Brad did… but he had kept up with the big bodybuilder the entire workout!

“That was… impressive,” Brad said. “There are pro bodybuilders in this gym I lift with who don’t hit it that hard. How long did you say you were in town for?”

Kris sipped from his waterbottle and smiled. “Only for the day. I really appreciate you agreeing to train me today--and for free!”

Brad shrugged. Earlier in the day, Brad had heard a commotion up at the gym’s front desk. There, he met Kris, who was flustered that the gym didn’t offer day passes. “I’ll pay any amount!” Kris had said, but Karen, who handled memberships, said no.

“He’ll train with me,” Brad had said, his heart going out to the guy just trying to get a workout. The new policy had gone into place because of Covid restrictions, which Brad was all for (he couldn’t afford for the gyms to shut down and harm his business again!), but bending the rules once in awhile couldn’t hurt, he had told himself. Karen had rolled her eyes, upset at being overruled, but let the beautiful blonde musclehead get his way.

Brad had expected to show a newcomer the ropes, guiding Kris as they went along while maybe getting a little spot now and then. Instead, Kris blew Brad away with his knowledge of complex exercises and his impeccable form. He wasn’t quite as strong as Brad, but he seemed to have limitless endurance! Brad had been mystified. How the hell did a guy with the ability to train that hard still look like an over-the-hill middle-aged slob?

Kris smiled as Brad approached the smoothie bar, gesturing for two protein shakes. “On me,” Brad insisted, but Kris threw up his hand.

“Honestly, you helping me out earlier was generosity enough. Lucky for you, my people recognize generosity in every form, and your selflessness entitled you to a gift.”

Brad nodded, an eyebrow raised as he tried to process what Kris was telling him. “Your people?” he said, sipping his protein shake. Kris looked pretty WASP-y.

Kris nodded. “You may not believe this, Brad, but I’ve got Djinn blood running through my veins. Any time I’m treated with selfless kindness, I’m able to bestow three wishes. It’s involuntary honestly, an instant reaction. And I believe you’ve received my gift.”

Brad chuckled. “Three wishes? Are you serious?”

Kris smiled. “Remember what you said back when we first met?”

Brad stared away, searching unsuccessfully for the answer.

“You said that you had missed yesterday’s workout because you overscheduled your clients,” Kris began.

“Well, yeah,” Brad said, still irritable that he had failed to get a workout in.

“And then you said, ‘I wish I could make up for that missed workout today.’ “

Kris stared at Brad, smirking, as the pretty bodybuilder tried to process it. “Wait, are you saying… the reason we trained so hard like that… is because I made a wish?”

Kris nodded. “Yep. Thing is, like I said, it’s an involuntary gift, so…” From Kris’ gym bag, his phone vibrated loudly. He yanked it out and furrowed his brow at the screen. “One sec, Brad, I gotta take this--but I’ll be right back. I have more to tell you.”

As Kris walked away, Brad tried to weigh whether or not he believed this tall tale. Did that really make more sense than the fact that Kris just naturally knew how to flawlessly deadlift, and had no problem doing sets of 40?

Brad was snapped out of his daze when Karen approached him, handing him a pen and a birthday card. “It’s Rick’s birthday,” she said with a hint of annoyance to her voice. “Write something nice,” she ordered, as if Brad were a stubborn child.

Brad sighed. “Of course I”m going to write something nice,” he said, searching for open space on the inside of the card. Knowing Rick, he wasn’t surprised the card had a hunky shirtless man on it.

“You’re mean to him all the time,” Karen said.

“I’m not mean,” Brad insisted. “Rick’s just a little too… graphic.” After he said it, Brad thought his euphemism was far too gentle for what he had been referring too. Rick would often stand behind Brad when he was lifting and give him a thumbs up. He called Brad, “Mastercakes,” and would clap his hands every time Brad wore his compression tights to the gym.

“He’s a nice guy,” Karen said with a scolding tone. “And he’s the owner’s son, so you have to be nice to him.”

Brad scratched out his birthday message: “Wishing you the perfect birthday, where your wildest dream comes true!”

Karen rolled her eyes. “Real sincere message,” she mocked, walking away shaking her head.

Kris returned. “Hey, Brad, sorry about that… Anyway, I was gonna tell you that you had to be careful, because just saying the word ‘wish’ will trigger the gift, and you’ll get exactly what you asked for.”

He looked Brad up and down and shook his head. “Wait a minute, did you make another wish while I was gone? You only have one wish left, I can sense it!”

Brad shrugged his huge delts. “No way, man, I was just talking to Karen. I didn’t even say anything.”

Kris nodded, unsure what to think. “Well, maybe it’s a… I dunno, a glitch of some sort? Never happened before…” He looked Brad up and down again. “Anyway, so, maybe you have one wish left, maybe two, but just be very careful what you use it on, okay? You don’t want to wish the alphabet had only four letters of that the sun turned to ice. We all gotta live in the world you create!”

At this point, Brad wondered if Kris was fucking with him, or if he was honestly out of his mind. No matter. Brad extended a thick paw and shook Kris’ hand vigorously. He’d probably never see the little weirdo again, but at least he got that amazing workout.

Just as Kris left, Brad saw Rick walk in wearing a sash that read, “BIRTHDAY GIRL!” in pink cursive lettering. Brad steeled himself for the interaction.

“Hey, Rick!” Brad said, flashing his stunning smile and feigning warmth.

“Hey, thanks, Brad! Gimme five!” Rick raised a hand. Brad leapt from his seat to slap it, nearly knocking the much smaller man over. “Jeez, you big gorilla! At least help me up, will you?”

Brad’s body moved automatically, grasping Rick by the shoulders and gently lifting him, steadying him after he’d set him on his feet. With the massive man’s muscular hands still on him, Rick swooned.

“Good god, hunk, if you’re gonna get this close, you should just lean in and kiss me…”

And Brad did. He pulled the 21 year old trainer close to him and kissed him deeply. Inside, he was in shock--he couldn’t fathom why he would do that, why he was STILL doing it minutes later, or why it felt so good!

“Whoa, take it easy!” Rick said, and Brad let him go. He looked around, confused, wondering if anyone had seen him kiss a man. The gym was still pretty empty at that hour and Karen was back at the front desk. He may have gotten away with it.

Rick tilted his head in confusion. “Brad, what’s up with you, big man?”

“I… I don’t know,” Brad said. His heart pounded in his mighty chest as he grew fearful that his body would do something else.

But Rick seemed to have put things together. “Brad, grab your pecs and give them a squeeze.”

Brad did exactly as he was told. Despite his obedience, he still shouted, “Wait, what just happened? Why did I do that?”

Rick clapped his hands, his theory confirmed. “Brad, I want you to go out on that gym floor and do 10,000 air squats. Now!”

Brad looked around in a panic as he started walking away from Rick, taking a spot in front of the mirror before dropping his oversized glutes down to the floor, then pressing himself back up to a standing position before doing it again. His pace got faster and faster. He couldn’t possibly be doing 10,000 air squats--right?

“Rick, I don’t know what’s going on,” Brad began as Rick walked up behind him. He’d ditched his sash, clearly finding something far more entertaining for his birthday.

“It seems you’re doing whatever I say, Brad! And I must say, that may be the one thing my heart desires most of all on this beautiful little birthday of mine!” Rick walked around the massive man, admiring his bulging glutes as Brad dropped down again.

Brad shook his head, suddenly remembering Kris’ gift. “I wish--”

“Brad, be quiet,” Rick said. Brad’s voice died in his throat. The powerfully built man couldn’t make a sound no matter how much he strained--and he still couldn’t stop squatting!

“I’m going to go make some calls, Brad…” He gave the big, still-squatting bodybuilder’s ass a smack, nearly breaking his hand on the massive granite glute. “You keep up that workout. Ha! Who’s the better trainer now?” Rick chuckled as he walked away.

When Rick returned, Brad stood in a pool of sweat. His whole body was shaking but he was still doing air squats. His legs and ass looked like they’d been inflated with a bike pump, a result of the thousands of reps Brad was putting in without rest.

Rick whipped out his phone and started videoing the struggling bodybuilder. Brad tried to tell him not to record it, but he still couldn’t make a sound. Finally, he hit his 10,000th rep--he had lost count long ago, but he knew he was done when he felt the spell break, and he was able to step away from the spot.

He waddled around unsteadily, his legs and ass throbbing. He could barely hear Rick over the heartbeat throbbing in his ears.

“Now, Brad, you can talk again, but only enough to tell me exactly why you’re being so fun to play with today!”

Brad whirled around, shocked as words spilled from his mouth: “A djinn guy gave me three wishes and I must have used one when I signed your birthday card…” He opened his mouth to say more but he had followed his instructions to the letter, and was silent once again.

Rick smiled. He squatted down to admire the former Olympia-contender’s tree trunk legs. Rick was in good shape as well, but he had a narrow frame and was nowhere near as built as any of the other bodybuilders at the gym, least of all Brad. “Brad, how many more wishes do you have?” he asked.

“One,” Brad said. He tried to form a wish to end the scenario, but he couldn’t say anything else.

Brad started to stumble away, but Rick shouted, “Freeze, big guy!” Brad remained stuck to his spot.

“Okay, now,” Rick finally said after typing something into his phone. “I want you to read this exactly as it’s written.”

Brad’s eyes narrowed at the note on Rick’s phone. “I wish Rick had the power to change me any way he wanted to, mind and body, no matter how twisted his request.” Brad’s face fell after he made the statement. He waited for a crack of thunder or a flash of light, something to signify that the wish had been granted, but nothing happened.

Rick’s eyes darted around as he mused what to do next. “Brad…” he said, licking his lips. “I know you’re only 5’9”, but I still think that’s too tall for you,” he said. Brad was horrified as he watched Brad--and the room--starting to rise… no, he was sinking! When it was over, he only came up to Rick’s shoulder. He had to be only five feet tall now!

“And that ass… even though it’s the biggest set of glutes in the gym, could still be bigger… don’t you think?”

Brad had to lean forward as his swelling glutes threw off his balance. He reached down and felt his ass expanding, still hard muscle but now so wide and thick it looked like Brad was towing something behind him. He wiggled his hips back and forth, his stomach lurching as he felt his massive new ass swaying heavily. Every time Brad moved, his compression tights--which had gotten baggy when Brad shrank, but were now stuffed to capacity again--let out a chorus of rips.

“And how can you enjoy a big caboose like that without a matching set of jugs?”

Brad’s pecs suddenly ballooned out, easily splitting his tank in two. Rick peeled off the torn garment, holding the warm, soaked material against his chest. Brad, meanwhile, stared down at his unfathomably huge pecs. He couldn’t even clap his arms together. There was no way he’d be able to squeeze behind a driver’s seat now!

“And before anyone else sees you… let’s remake that face of yours.”

Brad gasped as he felt a warm tingling across his face. He turned to see completely different features staring back at him. The blockiness of his visage was gone, replaced by prettier curves, high cheekbones and a more pronounced chin. He was beautiful--but he looked nothing like Brad.

“And a little hairdo…” Rick added. On command, Brad’s blonde hair receded into his head, leaving his scalp completely bare. He touched his face and examined his new chromedome. He looked like a completely different person!

“Now, walk out to my car, and if anyone talks to you, I want you to reply in the queeniest voice that your name is Jordan and you are HUNGRY FOR DICK! And I want you to mean it.”

Brad started walking, wincing when he heard his compression tights tearing open, his puffed-up buttocks now bare for everyone to see. He walked with a sexy strut, wiggling his massive hips from side to side. He saw Con, an enormous Australian bodybuilder he often lifted with.

“Hey there stud!” Brad said. And although he was shocked at what he was saying, he was even more shocked at the way his heart fluttered at the sight of Con. He could feel his dick starting to leap to attention, completely exposed by his revealing spandex.

“Uh… Hey…” Con said. “Don’t think we’ve met.” He didn’t extend a hand.

“I’m Jordan!” Jordan said. Wait, that wasn’t his name… was it? “And I am HUNGRY FOR DICK!”

And he was. Jordan couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in Con’s shorts. He had never felt like this before, but he felt like he were suddenly reclaiming a lot of lost time. Con cringed and turned away. Jordan let out a sigh… but he had to go out to Rick’s car. Rick had said so, and he couldn’t let down Rick.

He knew he was Jordan, that he was a dick-hungry whore… but he remembered being something else earlier. He recognized the people he was walking by, but none of them recognized him. He was somewhat comforted by that… and he wanted to forget ever having been anything different. He was just a pumped up muscleshorty with insanely huge tits and ass, and he wanted someone to shove their dick into either.

Jordan’s heart leapt as he saw Rick leaving the gym. He hustled up to the driver’s seat and hopped in, giving Jordan a kiss on the cheek.

“You know what? Let’s have a little fun,” Rick said. Jordan panicked as he thought the car was growing around him. It looked as though he were shrinking, but his body still seemed to take up the same amount of space in the car. He looked down: his body was HUGE! And getting bigger along with everyone else. “There you go! You look adorable with a head the size of a grape!”

Jordan let out a high-pitched squeak in response, unable to do much more. He saw Rick’s GIGANTIC hand moving toward him and he panicked. A massive finger came down and gently rubbed his teeny head.

“That’s a good boy. You love your life, don’t you?”

And Jordan did. He couldn’t imagine ever living any other way.