+Notable Author: [Kaleb] Genie's Gift | #FMG | #GTS | #F outmuscling M | More...

[Kujarer]

Not sure I have the details right but....

A guy gets a wish (wishes?) and gives his penis the power to do things to women. It will chan[g]e size to fit so it is most pleasurable for any woman[;] it will cure illness, it will make women better[--]don't remember what that has to do with them growing muscles[.] I think it improves her every time he has sex with her, and it will be the best sex she ever had. He has sex with two women. Sisters, I think. He has sex with the first one then he has sex with the younger sister and for some reason, (because she is a virgin?), she can't handle the pleasure and goes comatose. The older sister shows up bigger and stronger than the guy and takes out her anger on him for changing her and messing up the little sister. There might have been some godhood ascension since the women get better every time, he has sex them.

Anyone know what that is ... ?

Yeah... that was called "Genie's Gift" By Kaleb

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Genie's Gift
by Kaleb
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from Br@wna

Tags:  #displays/flexing of muscles  #displays of strength  #female outmuscling male  #freakishly muscular  #giantess  #godlike/unlimited strength  #graphic description of coitus  #muscle worship  #transformation by magic

Word Count: ±10,275
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Tim sat back, stunned.

"So let me get this right," he said to the giant blue floating torso in his living room, "I get three wishes, and they can be anything except killing someone or making them fall in love?"

"You also can't bring anyone back to life or wish for more wishes, yeah," said the genie. He hovered there in the image of a muscular blue-tinged man, bare-chested but for a short vest, and fading to a wisp of smoke at his hips. The smoke lead to a stereotypical magic lamp that sat on his living room table with the garage-sale tag still on it: $2.

"Uh...OK. Are you one of those overly literal genies? You know, the kind who twists whatever I wish for into a curse in order to teach me a lesson?"

"What? No! Why would I do that? You are my master -- well, at least for three wishes. I do what you want. Where do you get your information on genies anyway?" The genie looked confused.

"Sorry, sorry. Just popular culture messing with my brain."

Tim thought to himself. He had a real genie and he could wish for anything! Wealth? He was already from a pretty wealthy family and had a trust fund waiting for him when he graduated college. Power? Nah, too much of a hassle.

That meant love. Shit, too bad he couldn't wish for that. Tim had always been shy, and could never really connect with girls. He wasn't unattractive, and his friends loved him and were always trying to set him up, but whenever he was alone with a girl he was really attracted to he would clam up, afraid to say the wrong thing.

That's not to say he couldn't talk to women. When he became their friend and the pressure was off he could talk just fine. He was even charming. But the reason the pressure was off was usually because these girls were going out with his friends, and so off limits. This was a problem because he had a big crush on his best friends' girlfriend.

Julie was a cute sophomore one year younger than Tim: petite and blonde with little pert breasts that were perennially free of a bra beneath her tight t-shirts, and she always wore snug jeans that emphasized her athleticism. She exuded a pixie-like energy that just turned Tim on, and the fact she was a gymnast didn't hurt.

Since puberty he'd fantasized about athletic women. Gymnasts, bodybuilders, cross-fit girls, it didn't matter, they all turned him on. When he'd gotten a personal laptop at sixteen he'd stumbled upon websites that featured these beauties, and that lead him to sites full of stories of women growing, becoming powerful and huge, and now he had a full-on fetish. His fantasies involving Julie always seemed to evolve into one where she grew tall and strong and powerful and more beautiful with big breasts and ...

Tim broke away from his reverie when he felt his hard on uncomfortably straining against his jeans. This gave him an idea.

"Well genie, how about you give me the perfect dick."

The genie looked at him quizzically. "You're going to have to be a little more specific."

"What I mean by the perfect dick is this: I want my penis to be erect when I want it to be erect and flaccid when I want it to be flaccid. I want it to produce copious amounts of semen when I ejaculate, and I want to be able to recover and come again within ten seconds. I want it to grow to be the maximum size that will fit in the person I am with at that moment. I want it to turn on any woman I am with when erect, not make her fall in love with me, no, just make her really horny. When I come in a girl I want her to experience an orgasm more powerful and pleasurable than the best orgasm she's ever experienced. If she hasn't had one yet, I want it to make her experience the best orgasm any woman has ever experienced. Uh, it will be immune to all STDs and, in fact, cures them in whomever I fuck. I want it to..." he thought about his fantasies. "I want it to, um, improve the women I ejaculate into, by, uh, ten percent. Make them stronger, more beautiful, more intelligent, healthier, longer lived, more resistant to pain and damage and heal quicker. I want every positive attribute they have to be improved by ten percent when I come in them. Uh, that's it, I think."

The genie floated there with his mouth open. "Dude – I – um. I've been around for three thousand years and this is a first."

He put his hand to his chin and thought to himself for a bit "Uh...I don't know, these compound wishes typically fall dangerously close to the 'wish for more wishes' rule."

Tim thought, "Well what if you just grant me this wish and use up all three?"

The genie looked skeptical, "I don't know..."

"How about you give me this and then I wish you free of your bondage?"

The genie perked up. "Really? You would do that for me?"

Tim thought. Why not?

"Yes I will use my second wish to set you free. No third wish."

The genie brightened "You've got yourself a deal! I'm going to do a seriously awesome job on your junk, master!"

With that the genie began to spin like a top, forming a swirling glowing blue thunderhead right there in Tim's living room that seemed to expand beyond the bounds of its normal dimensions. The storm built and swirled into a maelstrom, lightning arcing across its face, its glow intensifying with every second until it was blinding. At last, with a gigantic flash, the storm disappeared and the genie floated in front of him as he was before, his living room undisturbed. The genie reached out and flicked his dick through his jeans with his index finger, hard, and Tim reflexively cringed and brought his hands up to protect himself, but there was no pain, just a warm suffusing glow centered around his groin.

"There you go master!" the genie said grinning from ear to ear.

Tim looked down to his groin and saw nothing different from normal, feeling only a tingle of the fading warmth.

"How do I know it worked?" he said.

"Make it get hard," the genie said, with confidence.

Tim concentrated on becoming erect. It was weird; he really didn't have to think about it exactly. It was like his dick was another appendage, becoming hard was like extending his arm, effortless and natural. His erect penis tented out his jeans, and he looked up to the genie.

"Go ahead," the genie said smiling, "check it out."

Tim unbuttoned himself and his dick popped out erect and pointing up at a 45 degree angle, the hardest he'd ever been. But it was still only five inches long. Certainly not the "perfect dick" he'd asked for.

The genie responded as if reading his mind, "Remember, it grows to the maximum size to fit the person you're with. You aren't with another person, you're with a supernatural being and I don't count."

Just then, Tim heard his roommate and Julie pull up in their car.

"Shit!" Tim quickly tried to stuff himself back into his pants, and then realized that he could relax his dick as easily as he had made it erect and quickly put things back into order. He scrambled for the TV remote as he hissed "Quick genie, hide!" The genie retreated to his lamp just as his best friend and Julie walked in.

"Hey Tim, what's that?" His roommate Bobby pointed to the lamp.

"Ah, just something I bought at a garage sale. Nothing big." Tim tried to sound nonchalant.

"Ha! That looks like a genie lamp! Mind if I rub it?"

Tim looked panicked. Fuck, there was no way to reasonably deny his friend's request. Still, he snatched up his lamp and held it tight.

"Come on dude, don't be silly." His friend reached to take the lamp from him.

Tim, in desperation, remembered his wish and at that moment extended his penis fully, turning away from his roommate to protect the lamp and also to hide his boner.

At that moment, Julie's eyes lit up. Her breathing quickly became labored and she grabbed her boyfriend's ass, rubbing her crotch up and down against him.

"Come on Bobby, leave Tim alone," she said sultrily. "Let's head upstairs."

As Bobby stood, Julie pressed herself against him shaking with desire, biting her lip to keep in the moan before kissing him deeply. Bobby stood there stunned for a moment before he returned her kiss and they quickly moved upstairs to his room, the lamp forgotten.

Tim looked down at his erection, now a full seven inches long and much thicker. His cockhead just poked above his waistband.

Tim relaxed his cock again, and, looking upstairs to make sure his roommate was gone, rubbed the lamp.

The genie emerged. "Is the coast clear, master?"

"Yeah genie, I think the wish worked! I got hard and Julie got horny as hell! My dick got huge, too!"

"Well, yeah. This isn't my first rodeo." The genie looked hurt by Tim's lack of confidence.

"So...what about setting me free?"

Tim considered. The genie seemed to have done what he asked, and Tim usually kept his word, so he told the genie, "Ok genie, you've kept up your end of the bargain, so I wish you to be set free forever."

The genie laughed with glee as his heavy armbands virtually exploded from his forearms. As he faded away the genie was crying with joy, "Thank you, thank you, oh, thank you mortal. May all your dreams come true!" And then he was gone.

Tim sat there stunned. Had this been a dream? He looked down to the lamp in his arms and gave it an experimental rub. Nothing. He set the lamp aside and extended his dick, and it bulged out effortlessly against his jeans, back to its natural five inches.

Tim smiled and rushed to his room to change into jogging gear, trying to ignore the sounds coming from his roommate's room. He was going to go to the gym and test this out!

Arriving at the school's gym, he admired the several beautiful coeds as they ran on the treadmills and elliptical trainers that faced the front desk, all bouncing breasts and firm trim bodies, but he had other plans. He headed upstairs to the weight room.

It was late summer, right before classes began, and the place wasn't exactly full. Most of the stations had young men at them, trying to improve their physique before classes started. Tim looked around disappointed until he heard a little feminine grunt coming from an isolated machine back in a small alcove of seldom used machines. He followed the noise, and there in a loose top and tight short shorts a fit young woman was pulling herself up repeatedly on a pull-up and dip station.

He headed over and took a seat at the machine behind her and began to tentatively work out, but mostly he admired her tight ass as it gave a little shimmy each time she performed a pull up. He could just see around her to the mirror on the wall. She pulled herself up with her eyes tightly closed with the effort. He could tell she wore a sports bra under her loose sleeveless cut-off T, but still her ample breasts tented out the fabric of her shirt enticingly. The fit woman had the smooth hard muscles and wide shoulders of a woman who took her workout seriously.

As he watched she let herself down and shifted to a wider grip and, after a short rest, began to do behind-the-neck pull-ups. Looking around to make sure they were alone, he extended his penis. It quickly filled his shorts and pushed toward his leg hole until it reached nine inches or so, nearly extending beyond the hem of his shorts and certainly visible to anyone who was watching him head on.

The girl began to pant and shimmy with each rep. Her legs squeezed together rhythmically as she worked, and Tim could hear her groan. He stared at her face in the mirror as she began to shake. Suddenly, her eyes opened and, after a second of searching, locked on to his reflection. She stared into his eyes and licked her lips as she slowly performed one last pull-up, her arms bursting with effort, and then dropped to the ground.

Tim almost felt like prey as the dark, sultry, muscular and busty brunette stalked him, striding forward purposefully, her curly hair bouncing with each stride. She bent over and put her hands on his knees, pushing them apart and stared at his raging boner. Without a word she knelt and slid her right hand up his leg, pushing his shorts higher to expose his lengthy tool. Sighing, she licked his cockhead and then sucked the first four inches of his meat into her mouth, swirling her tongue rapidly around his raging member.

Holy shit! This was so hot! He looked desperately around to make sure no one was noticing, but they were a little isolated from the rest of the room. He looked down to the face of the woman, staring up at him and slurping rhythmically on his cock. Her other hand was shoved down her tight shorts as she rubbed her pussy forcefully.

The pleasure became overwhelming, and at last he came, pumping again and again nearly a cupful of cum down the groaning girl's throat. Tim watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she arched her back suddenly, rigid with pleasure. His cock gave one last spurt of cum, which landed on her ample breasts, soaking into her t-shirt.

As she was in the throes of her orgasm, he gasped as he could see all the muscles on her body tense and bunch under her skin, growing slightly as he watched. Her breasts expanded slightly, and her skin became smoother, sheened with sweat but otherwise perfect. Her hair bounced free as she jerked with pleasure, perfect ringlets of ebony locks flowing down her shoulders and framing her face.

The girl quickly recovered, but the sight of her growth had kept Tims hard-on raging, and so her libido remained on fire. Looking around, the girl gripped Tim's hand painfully, and pulled him out of the weight machine and toward a nearby door. Looking in, they found a supply closet with chemicals and towels and a lonely mop in the corner.

The girl closed the door and pulled the nearest stack of towels to the floor.

"Hi, I'm Tim –" He tried to say more but the girl just pulled him close and kissed him deeply, sticking her tongue into his mouth. She pulled away.

"Kim," She moaned, and plunged in again for a kiss.

There was no talking after that. Kim broke the kiss briefly to pull off her top and bra, letting her ample breasts – at least a C-cup – fall free, hardly needing the sports bra at all with their firmness. Tim was pulling off his shirt when, with a growl, Kim pulled down his shorts, giggling as his rigid pole sprung up into her face. She gave it a little lick as she stood up and pushed Tim onto the towels. Groaning, she lowered her shaved pussy onto his sex.

Kim rode him hard, every thrust setting off little explosions of pleasure in Tim's head. He stared as her well-formed breasts bounced, her small rigid brown nipples drawing figures in the air above them. She stared down at him and smiled, lowering her body until her nipples dragged along his chest. Tim groaned. Kim finally reached his mouth and guided her left nipple in. Tim's tongue lapped at the little nubbin as if with a mind of its own. Two seconds later, he came again, thrusting his cock deep within her and unleashing a tide of cum into her sex.

Kim pulled Tim's head hard against her chest, and as he came he could feel it grow, filling like a water balloon, heavy and taut. Kim's nipple grew too, pushing back along his tongue. He began to have trouble breathing. Finally, Kim pulled back a little to look down at Tim.

"Where have you been all my life?" she said, with a strange glint in her eyes.

Of course, she was even more beautiful than before. Her skin was tighter against her growing muscles and with every breath her long erect nipples thrust into the air as if they could somehow sense the magic filling the closet.

Tim ran his hand up her muscular arms, admiring their fullness, now cut beyond the mere fitness competitor he had seen doing pull-ups.

"Oh, you like that, do you? Well look at this!"

With that she struck a crab pose right there above him, flexing the muscle in her arms and the cobbled abs of her stomach. He stroked her abs from her breasts to her pussy, and then back up again, admiring their rigidity and definition.

Kim panted, and then started to flex something else. Tim could feel Kim's pussy muscles flex and then pump on his hard cock as if she had another hand within her body jacking him off. Her growing rigid clit rubbed on the base of his titanic member. He could swear he could see it shiver as she worked herself to her next orgasm. She maintained her all-over body flex as she pumped him internally, and he couldn't help but to run his hands up and down her hard body.

This turned Tina on even more and she put her muscular pussy into overdrive, pumping him obsessively for his seed. Finally, Tim relented, spurting ribbon after ribbon of his magic juice into her as she screamed in pleasure, extending her arms above her and bringing them down forcefully in ecstasy. He stared as she once again began to grow, all of her muscles expanding and becoming more defined, even her height seemed to inch up as he watched!

At last, she collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the floor.

There was a pounding on the door.

"What the hell is going on in there?"

The door opened, and Tim could see the face of the manager screw up in shock and disgust, while five students stared from behind. The door shut almost immediately.

"Get dressed and GET OUT!" screamed the manager.

Tim quickly deflated his dick and woke Kim.

"Come on, let's get out," he said as he got dressed.

Kim came to and reacted with embarrassment, clutching loose towels to her strong naked body in an effort to hide. Tim turned and let her hastily dress herself. When he turned back he could see that the once loose t-shirt was now tight with her packed lats and burgeoning breasts.

Tim looked shyly at her and asked, "Could I...could I get your number?"

Kim looked back in shock, "Look dude, I don't know what came over me, OK? I have a boyfriend, right? Just...just leave me alone."

She slipped from the room and ran from the gym, and Tim quickly followed, the manager eying him with a look of disgust, and the other male students with one of awe.

Tim walked home dejected. Kim had just fucked him and then tossed him like he was nothing. He moped along for a block or two, then he realized something else and his outlook brightened: the genie had done it! His dick was perfect, better than he could have imagined, but exactly like he had described!

He hurried home, taking a shortcut through greek row, when a thought came to him. Would it work on more than one girl at the same time? He girded up his courage and did something that he never would have imagined doing prior to meeting the genie. He walked up to the Tri-Delta sorority and knocked on the door.

A trim redhead answered the door in tight cutoff jeans that showed off her long legs and a tight Tri-Delt t-shirt. Her big wide smile and freckled face were perfect complements to her curly red hair and ample breasts.

"Tri-Delts, how can I help 'ya?"

"Uh, er," Tim was taken aback by her cheerful beauty. "I need to talk to somebody about an, um, urgent matter."

"Oh, well, we were just about to have a chapter meeting. Uh, you could talk with our president quickly I suppose, if it's important."

"Yes, um, yes it's very very important."

The redhead opened the door and led Tim into the clean well-furnished house and through a hallway into a meeting room. There twenty or so girls sat in chairs and chatted while the chapter officers got ready for the first meeting of the school year. The redhead pointed out a tall imperious blonde at the head table and lead him to her.

"This guy says he has some important information for you," said the redhead.

"Oh, yes, what is it?" The blonde president had bright blue eyes that seemed to bore into him with impatience. Tim almost ran, but he steeled himself and erected his penis as he stared back.

The blonde's demeanor softened almost immediately as her breath began to quicken and catch in her throat. Tim reached up and caressed her cheek, and she turned her head toward his hand as if her were a long-lost lover. Tim caressed lower, to the hollow of her neck, and then his fingers trailed lower to her breasts, traveling along their outline in her white button-down blouse, around to their tender undersides, and then back up to the nipple, now hard and tenting the fabric invitingly.

"Oh...God," she moaned.

He moved in for a kiss, and ran both hands down her back to cup her tight ass through her jeans. She moved forward into him and straddled his leg, slowly grinding her tightly-clad pussy against his thigh. Suddenly, he felt another pair of hands work their way around him from the back, unbuttoning his jeans and reaching in to caress his now six-inch erection. He felt what he guessed was the redhead's bare breasts pressing against his back as she lay her head on his shoulders and moaned.

It wasn't just her, he realized as he pushed the blonde away for a moment. He turned and saw every girl in the room staring and caressing themselves, some jamming their fingers under their pants or skirts and vigorously fingering themselves, some taking the time to remove articles of clothing. Some of the girls were even kissing and caressing each other! It was awesome!

Within moments the entire roomful of students was naked. The blonde was bent over the conference table with his cock ramming into her while she ate out the redhead. He came in her quickly and the blonde screamed in release. He pulled out and grabbed the redhead's legs and pulled her across the table to access her wet and throbbing pussy as the blonde gasped in the throes of orgasm. He was startled as his dick grew to an enormous nine inches.

The redhead's eyes got wide as he entered her, filling her beyond anything she'd ever experienced. She moaned for him to ram it in hard, and he complied, her squeals of delight echoing through the room. Finally he came hard and lay panting on her full, and growing, breasts as she shook with orgasm. Still in her as she came down, he decided to give her another dose for her efforts and just came in her with no warning. Immediately she screamed out as the pleasure grew to dwarf her last orgasm. Before it abated, he came again, grunting with an eager smile. The redhead's eyes rolled back, and her entire body spasmed as she was bathed in pleasure. He watched as previously non-existent muscles grew on her otherwise fit and trim body, her curly hair taking on a preternatural luster and her freckles not disappearing, but somehow becoming more alluring and sexy. If you liked redheads, you'd love her!

Still hard, he pulled out from the redhead and turned to the room. A petite Asian girl sprung up from the writhing pack to suck his now five-inch cock down her throat. He gave her a quick blast of his cum and then pulled her little orgasming naked body up against the wall and impaled her on his thrusting pole. There he pumped her full of cum not once or twice, but four more times. When he finally pulled away she was actually able to stand on her own on her tip-toes. She must have grown a couple inches during their copulation! Her deep brown eyes seemed to engulf him when she looked at him panting, and as with the others, her previously undefined musculature was now quite evident.

He moved on to the next, and then the next, and the next girl. They took turns riding his cock and sucking him off while the others pleasured each other as they waited. He was amazed at the variability of his cock. Sometimes it was immense, nearly a foot! Other times it was quite modest, no longer than its natural state. Nevertheless it never flagged and never ran out of cum. Every girl got at least one dose that night, but some, like the redhead and the Asian girl he kept coming back to. Something about their cute tight bodies and the way they worked together to fuck him attracted him immensely. They each ended up taking about seven doses each.

He could tell that at the end the Asian girl was having an intensely pleasurable experience, perhaps beyond previous all human experience, passing out after the last go-round. By that time she looked like a fitness supermodel, with little abs bunching each time she came, and a perfectly symmetrical alabaster face, eyes wide and yearning like an anime character.

At last he'd had enough. With the room in an orgasmic daze, he slipped into the hall and deflated his cock. Curiously the girls didn't immediately freak out, and when he left the orgy was still going on, albeit at a slower pace.

Finally Tim got home and crawled into bed just as the sun crept into the sky. He passed out with a smile on his face.

A pounding on the door woke him.

"Dude, wake up. We have pizza."

Tim groggily got up from his nest of a bed, took one whiff of himself, and realized that he needed a shower. With the warm water running off the tip of his dick, he smiled at the memory of last night. He pumped his dick up and down with the ease of extending his finger. He even shot off a load just for fun, the pleasure ripping up his cock like an electric current, and he watched his cum splat against the shower wall with the force of a super-soaker, one burst following another until he had painted it with his seed.

He sprayed down the wall to clean it of his ejaculate, got dressed and headed downstairs to dinner.

"Dude, what did you do last night? You came in at, like, six, slammed the door to your room and then collapsed into bed? We were afraid that you were dead or something."

"Is everything all right," Julie said with concern.

"Oh, yeah. Everything's fine. I just, you know, went out with someone last night."

"No shit! Well this deserves something special," Bobby said.

Julie said, "Oh that's wonderful Tim! I'm so glad you've gotten out of the house!" She smiled the smile that always melted his heart.

Tim smiled back, remembering back to the day he and Bobby had met Julie. All three were taking the same physics class and she was sitting in front of them, her little blonde ponytail swaying as she fervently took notes. He had watched her fit back muscles flex slightly beneath her sundress as she erased some mistake or other and admired the way the dress hug tightly to her firm waist and tight butt. But he was never able to bring up the courage to talk to her at all. It was Bobby who asked her to help him study, and he who had bedded her, and now Tim was firmly in the friend zone.

Tim stared as Julie turned to get glasses from the cupboard, standing on tip-toes to reach, causing her burgeoning gymnastics-trained thigh muscles to tense up against her jeans. Tim hated it when Bobby would get drunk and talk about how awesome sex with a gymnast was. Fuck Bobby.

Julie set down the glasses and Bobby poured in some Bourbon.

"To Tim getting laid!" said Bobby.

"Bobby!" said Julie shyly, looking at Tim with a sidelong glance.

Tim drank his bourbon and excused himself for a walk. He had to think.

This perfect dick stuff was awesome, sure, but like the genie said: it couldn't make someone fall in love with him. That was just it. Tim was in love with Julie, or at least he thought he was, and she was with Bobby. So whatever. Tim could fuck up a storm, and that was great, but he couldn't get someone to fall in love with him.

He walked through campus as night fell, the lights slowly turning on around him. He heard a crack of underbrush behind him, but when he turned he saw nothing. He continued walking along a path that took him past the seldom-used amphitheatre, now dark and empty.

As he passed by, a form appeared in front of him. No, two forms.

"Who is it?" he said nervously.

"You mean you can't see us?" said a familiar female voice.

"He can't see in the dark, silly," said the other with a faint Australian accent.

"It's dark?" said the first.

He could recognize them now as they stepped closer. It was the redhead and the Asian from the other night.

"Hi lover boy, it's me Olivia and Bridget from the other night, yeah?"

The Asian girl, Olivia he guessed, the one with the accent, stepped into the moonlight and he gasped at her beauty. She was quite a bit taller than he remembered, nearly five ten, and naked as the day she was born, shining with a pearly white perfection in the moonlight.

Bridget stepped up beside her, six feet tall and beautiful, with cascading red curls tickling her pink-tipped full breasts.

They pressed up against him, brushing their taut bodies against his.

"We were wondering if maybe you'd like another go with us tonight," said Olivia.

"Yeah, we really enjoyed ourselves, and we think you did too!" sighed Bridget as she pressed her boobs against his arm, squishing their ripe fullness against him, and running her hand down to his butt for a squeeze. Olivia ran her hand up his pant leg and cupped his balls.

"Come on, let's move over here." The girls took his hands and pulled him into the amphitheatre and guided him to sit on the grass. Bridget and Olivia knelt before him and Bridget pushed him back to the ground as Olivia undid his pants and gave his flaccid member a lick. It felt great.

Against his better judgment Tim extended his dick and it expanded to eight inches in Olivia's hands. She squealed with delight as she lapped it up. Meanwhile, Bridget grunted with supernatural desire and straddled Tim's face, her pussy already wet with anticipation. Tim began licking vigorously at the statuesque beauty's sex. Within a minute, Olivia's efforts were rewarded with a huge load of cum which she sucked down greedily. Olivia toppled onto the ground tensing with waves of pleasure.

"My turn!" said Bridget, and she quickly settled herself on Tim's dick, which had grown to twelve inches of monumental man-meat.

Tim's attention turned to Olivia as she writhed on the ground, staring at him with her huge deep anime eyes. He was curious to watch her transformation during her orgasm. He could see her grapefruit-sized breasts pulse and expand as she shivered. Her muscles tensed over and over, becoming bigger and more powerful with each pulse. The show set him off again as he unloaded into Bridget. She came screaming and clutching her expanding mammaries, whipping her hair around her body like a red tornado. The sight set him off again which sent her into new heights of rapture. Olivia pushed her off his pulsing dick to take another turn herself.

This cycle of pleasure occurred over and over through the night. With each orgasm the girls grew stronger, more fit, more beautiful, more intelligent, more perfect in every way. Their orgasms doubled and then redoubled in intensity until Tim was panting with exertion. They probably would have gone on like this all night with their enhanced stamina, but Tim passed out.

Bridget raised herself from Tim's still-hard dick, now eighteen inches long and as thick as a can of soda. Once out, it flopped down onto his unconscious torso and rapidly deflated.

The girls were just humming with energy. They looked at each other with excitement and could see in the now pitch-black night like it was daytime. Olivia was now, Bridget saw, a six-foot eight goddess of power and strength, built like a bodybuilder but still enticingly feminine. Her long straight black hair flowed down from her head in silky waves, caressing her ample tight buttocks. The hair framed a face that would stop the heart of a lesser human, with a small perfect nose and huge violet eyes, lashes a centimeter long. Her pouting pink lips formed a smile as she tested her arm muscles, bunching up like footballs under her skin. This pushed her round full breasts, each the size of a volleyball, up so her erect dark nipples pointed right up at Bridget.

Olivia looked up at Bridget with yearning eyes, almost having to look away at the searing perfection she beheld. Ringlets of ruby hair framed a soft pale face with big green inviting eyes and an impish grin that proposed all sorts of mischief. A spray of freckles the only imperfection, one that actually set off the rest in contrast and raising her whole level of beauty to unparalleled levels. Bridget now loomed over Olivia at seven five, and took her into her arms, nestling her head between her basketball-sized breasts.

Bridget said with a soft voice that seemed to tinkle in the night like fairy bells, "It would seem that the enhancements have gone well past what might have been expected."

The giantess pulled back her arm then shot it forward, piercing the trunk of the nearest tree and snapping it in two with the sound of a gunshot. The tree splintered and fell, severed, to the ground with a woosh and crash.

"I would surmise that there are synergistic effects in play here. Muscle size and density increasing at the same rate, but causing an exponential increase in combined effective strength."

Olivia looked on with desire as her brainy girlfriend effortlessly determined the causes and scale of their changes. She caressed Bridget's bulging muscles, trailing up to her large erect pink nipples. Bridget sighed with desire. Although the insatiable fires of her lust had abated with the loss of Tim's erection, the caress of her lover, now a goddess of strength and beauty herself, would never cease to turn her on.

Olivia and Bridget had been secret lovers ever since they had met in freshman year, and the previous night had been their first time with a man. Disgusted with themselves at first after his departure, they both soon realized the extent of the improvements that had occurred that night. Their strength, intelligence, and beauty had all more than doubled. It seemed obvious with their then-increased intelligence that, somehow, Tim's cum could make them better, more beautiful, stronger than before. After an intimate morning in each other's arms they had set out to find Tim and his magic cock.

Now they were goddesses: sixteen times stronger than they had been. sixteen times smarter. sixteen times more beautiful. They came sixteen times as hard. Now they could do anything, go anywhere. Nothing in the world could stop their intellect, beauty or strength. They would never again have to hide their love.

They looked down at Tim in his bruised slumber and took compassion on him (a compassion sixteen times stronger than before.) Bridget hoisted him in one arm and they found his address in his wallet. They slipped through campus like ghosts – seven foot-tall naked ghosts – with a gracefulness that belied their size and power. That job done, they strode off, naked, arm-in-arm to their new life together.

Tim woke up the next day in his bed, confused, naked, and bruised.

He got up, took a quick shower, and stumbled downstairs to pour himself a bowl of cereal. He was halfway done before he looked up to see a stunned Julie staring at him.

"What happened?" She looked concerned.

"I, uh, fell down an embankment last night after having a few beers," Tim said, sheepishly.

"You poor doofus!" Julie got up and found the first aid kit in the bathroom and batched up the various scrapes and small cuts, making him take off his shirt. Tim had to concentrate on not getting a boner as her soft hands explored his back, checking for injury. It only got worse.

"You look like you've been put through the wringer," she sighed stepping back. Tim noticed that she was only wearing one of Bobby's t-shirts, large enough to extend to mid-thigh, and closed his eyes to concentrate on something else.

"Ok. Now the legs. Hike up those shorts."

Tim gritted his teeth in concentration as Julie ran her hands up his legs, searching for breaks or anything that might need medical attention. At last the inspection was done, and she sat at the other end of the table once again.

"Geez, Tim, don't go dying on us. Really, you should be careful with drinking. You aren't much of a party animal like Bobby, so take it slow, OK?" She caught his eyes and looked deep into them. "We really want to keep you around..."

Bobby broke the moment as he walked into the kitchen in his boxer shorts and nothing else. Julie looked down to her toast almost guiltily.

"Dude, what happened to you man?"

Tim told his whole story again to Bobby who slapped him on the back and laughed uproariously at the thought of his straight-laced shy friend getting laid one night and drunk off his ass the next.

That day Tim went about buying books and getting ready for the fall quarter, trying to think unsexy thoughts and avoid looking at all the cute girls in their late-summer clothes. More than once that day he had started sporting an inadvertent woody after spying some side-boob or nipple action, causing the girls in his vicinity to look up hungrily from whatever they were doing. Luckily the genie had granted him the control necessary to quell his trouser beast and nothing came of his lapses but transient flashes of lust.

Eventually he found himself in a used bookstore trying to find an out-of-print copy of his favorite science fiction novel, when a shadow passed over him. He looked up and saw a figure completely blocking the way out of the aisle. It was Kim from the other day, looking pumped and basically poured into her now too-tight clothes. He again admired her muscularity, probably half again as impressive as when he first saw her at the gym. Her thick strong shapely legs filled her cutoff shorts completely so that the seams were fraying at the bottom and ripping apart a little, like zippers.

"Hi Tim, remember me?"

He nodded.

"Look, I really enjoyed our day together the other day, but I have a boyfriend whom I love. I don't want to spoil that. But I also have a best friend and she has a problem."

"Uh, Ok."

"Let's take a walk."

She led him from the bookstore and it was all he could do to keep his penis quiet as he watched her ample packed buttocks move under her tight shorts. She led him to a grassy field on the neighboring campus where they took a seat in the sun.

"So, I have this friend, and she's...inexperienced," said Kim.

"Uh."

"I mean, she's had sex, don't get me wrong, but she's never had a..." She looked up. "An orgasm."

"Ok."

"I was wondering: could you maybe ... take her out?" she sighed at the absurdity of her euphemism. "Look, you seem to be some kind of wizard in the sack and I want to give her this gift. All her boyfriends have been crap, really, and I've tried to help her with toys and, um, one night together..." She blushed. "All I'm saying is: I think you could do it. You could give her what you gave me the other day."

"I don't know. I don't think it would be a very good idea..."

Her demeanor changed as she leaned toward him and flexed her muscles.

"Look Tim, I'm asking nice. I don't really need to." She made a fist and an impressive network of veins immediately popped up on her ample forearms.

"O-ok," said Tim.

"Good!" she said, brightening immediately. "Let's get going!"

"Wait, what?"

"There's no time like the present!"

She took Tim's hand firmly and pulled him along to a nearby apartment where she knocked on the door. When it opened a small cute nerdy dark-haired girl with glasses stood there in a modest t-shirt and jeans.

"Hi Kim. This is the guy?"

"He'll rock your world Wendy!" said Kim.

They all entered the apartment.

"Well, I'll just be in the living room. You two have fun!" said Kim.

Wendy shyly led him to the bedroom and shut the door.

"This is so embarrassing," She said, putting a hand to her face.

"N-no kidding," stammered Tim. He sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. "Your friend is very insistent."

"Kim's all right, and a very good friend. She's never steered me wrong. So, do you think you're up to it?"

"Do you mean can I give a complete stranger an orgasm? Yes, I think I can guarantee it. More importantly, do you really want me to? I mean, isn't this kind of weird?"

She turned toward the door and reached down to the hem of her shirt and yanked it off in one fluid motion. Tim could see that she actually had rather large breasts as they swelled out beyond her ribcage, bouncing invitingly with the motion of her disrobing. Her back was trim but not muscled like Kim's, but when she turned her head over her shoulders and gave him a wicked smile, his resolve just melted.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to experience this. I want to fuck you until I scream!"

She turned and unbuttoned her pants, her ample breasts swaying with the motion. Her jeans fell to the floor in a jumble exposing her shaven pussy to his gaze. She sauntered over to where Tim sat and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Do you like what you see?"

Tim did. He allowed his magic dick to expand as he unbuttoned his jeans. His cock extended to a healthy seven inches of steel. Wendy chuckled and bent to tug off his jeans, giving his tool a little lick as she passed. Then she pushed him back on the bed and straddled his member hungrily.

"Oh God! I'm sooooo horny!" she moaned.

She allowed her body weight to push his rigid pole deep within her sex, then with a groan she began to move her hips forward and back as if riding a horse, grinding her clit on his abdomen and sliding his dick in and out of her pussy like a pro.

She gasped. "Ohhhh, sooo good."

He reached up and cupped her swaying breasts, caressing them lightly. Her face was cute and pixie like with the glasses still perched on her nose. Her eyes were clenched in a delicious expression of sexual concentration, as if achieving an orgasm was hard work.

Tim slid his hands down to her hips and guided her up, then slammed his hips hard into her, driving his penis deep. She gasped again and fell atop him, her breasts pressing up against his chest, her long nipples hard with desire. He took this as an invitation to piston his tool rapidly, and Wendy began to blush with the mounting pleasure.

Finally, he could feel the pressure build, and he knew it was time. His cum surged up the length of his dick setting fire to his nerve endings. Explosions of pleasure erupted in his brain as pulse after pulse of semen pumped into Wendy's sex.

Wendy screamed. Not a moan, not a gasp, not even a normal scream of pleasure, just a full on scream, right into Tim's ear! He looked up to see her eyes wide but unseeing as her entire body clenched in unbelievable pleasure. Her voice became ragged, the scream fraying and then diminishing to a whisper, but her mouth remained open as if to continue.

Kim slammed the door open with her cutoff shorts down around her ankles and her pussy dripping, with an expression of equal parts lust and anger on her face. Tim freaked out and immediately lost his hard on.

"What the fuck are you doing to her!" she yelled.

"I don't know! Just, you know, sex." Tim said hurriedly.

Kim pulled Wendy from atop Tim and set her carefully on the bed. Wendy was still convulsing with pleasure, every muscle taut as if cut from stone. With her body completely visible now Tim could see her nipples were painfully erect, nearly a half-inch long and her clit extended well beyond her pussy and shook visibly with each convulsion.

"Wendy, Wendy, are you all right? Talk to me." Kim shook her lightly and then caressed her hair. Wendy's eyes turned to Kim pleadingly before another wave of indescribable pleasure washed all rational thought away.

Tim pulled his pants up and moved to help.

Kim reacted angrily. With a lightning speed she gripped him by the neck and said, "You'd better fix this you bastard!"

"I don't know what's happening!" he croaked.

Kim screamed and threw him violently into a corner. Tim hit the wall and fell to the floor, unconscious.

When he woke Kim was still by Wendy's side, caressing her hair. Wendy's orgasm seemed to have subsided, and she was now asleep, with only a periodic spasmodic jerk of orgasm echo.

Kim noted that Tim was awake and stood to loom over him.

"You asshole! You nearly killed my friend!"

"I-I didn't mean to," stammered Tim.

"Fuck you! I didn't mean to do this!" Kim picked Tim up again by the throat and punched him hard in the gut. Then she threw him out the bedroom door, following him out with a kick to the face.

"You asshole! You'll pay for what you did to Wendy!"

Kim drew her foot back for another kick, and Tim did the only thing he could: he erected his cock.

Immediately, Kim's foot fell back to the floor as her anger morphed to confusion. Then she looked down at him with an unbridled lust that rivaled their day at the gym. This time, however, her lust was tinged with fury.

With both hands she gripped her shorts and just tore them wholly from her body. Unable to help himself, Tim admired the way her cobbled abs lead down to a muscled V that seemed to point to her dripping sex.

Kim reached down and pinned him to the floor with one hand on his chest and reached down with the other to tear his pants off. His now ten-inch pole sprung to attention as she moved her hand up to his neck and nearly strangled him as she lowered herself onto his sex, groaning. She began to piston his massive cock in and out of her pussy as if possessed, which, in a way, she was.

Tim had a problem. He could stay the beating by having sex, but this was no long-term solution because she was nearly choking him. He could come in her and try to escape during her orgasm, but that just might make her another 10% more formidable and make the ensuing beating more painful. Finally, he could just deflate his cock and take the beating he deserved.

The combination of pleasure from their fucking and lack of oxygen ultimately made the choice for him. Within a minute, he came deeply into Kim, and then he passed out.

Tim awoke in the hospital with Julie by his side.

"Hey buddy, how you doing?" she asked softly.

"W-what happened?" Tim groaned.

"We were going to ask you that."

It turned out that Tim had been found in a local dumpster, bleeding and badly bruised and deeply unconscious. The doctors had checked him over and found no broken bones, just contusions and dehydration – maybe a concussion – but recommended that he rest for the next few days and not do anything physical. He feigned ignorance to the police saying that the entire night was a blur due to his concussion.

Julie and Bobby took Tim home and put him to bed.

For the next couple days, he mostly slept, and thought. What had happened with Wendy? Why did she freak out?

He thought back to his wish. 10% better: that was the deal. For everything, even orgasms. Wait...orgasms. Shit! Didn't he have some clause about first-time orgasms being as powerful as the most powerful ever experienced? Damn. And he had sex with Olivia and Bridget, what, twenty, thirty times? Wendy must have experienced the equivalent of fifteen or sixteen orgasms all at once! It's a wonder she was still alive!

Tim felt bad about what he had done to Wendy, but Kim had certainly taken her revenge beating the shit out of him.

Julie and Bobby took turns during the week making sure he was OK. Bobby's ministrations basically consisted of throwing him a beer and shooting the shit. Julie was much tenderer, with chicken soup and ice packs. They were both therapeutic in their own way.

At the end of the week, the weekend before classes started, Bobby decided to go on a fishing trip with his buddies, which left Julie alone to care for their injured friend. Actually, Tim felt he was pretty much healed, if a little tender, but Julie wouldn't hear of letting him do a thing. Tim's infatuation for her grew with every visit. She was so nice, and tender, and funny, and smart...Tim knew he was crushing hard, but he was at a loss to help it.

Saturday and Sunday were hot, in the nineties, and their house didn't have air conditioning, so Saturday morning Julie knocked on the door and let herself in. She was resplendent in a yellow floral summer dress. Her golden hair flowed down to just brush her broad strong bare shoulders as she came in holding a tray of pancakes. He could tell that her firm breasts roamed free under the dress as her erect nipples rubbed along the fabric when she sat the tray on his lap.

"Good morning sleepyhead! How are you feeling?"

Tim looked up in the pixie-like face of his crush and had to use all his willpower not to pop a boner right there.

"I'm good Julie. Really, you don't have to do this."

"No, It's my pleasure. Tim, we never really get to talk and this is my chance to get to know you better!"

Tim shifted nervously.

"Ummm...true."

Julie smiled, and all his usual difficulties in talking with girls melted away. They made jokes about Bobby. They talked about sports, and books, and movies. He had never realized how closely their tastes aligned before. He asked her about her gymnastics training, and she even did a handstand right there in his bedroom. Her dress fell to her waist briefly and she quickly popped back on to her feet, but not before he got a good look at her firm athletic butt encased in her cute baby blue panties. Again, he had to take a moment to restrain his cock.

Eventually she left, and he spent the next couple hours surfing the web. He was worried to learn about two mysterious women who had burst upon the modeling scene. He immediately recognized the beautiful faces of Bridget and Olivia, and, although their agencies had never issued a full-body picture, clients were lining up to have them as their spokesmodels.

Tim shivered and concentrated on softening his woody as he hastily moved on to another website.

It was seriously hot. Tim eventually stripped down to just shorts and went downstairs to get a drink.

When he reached the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks. There, out on the deck, Julie was sunbathing in a tiny green bikini. Her top had been undone and was draped on a nearby chair so that her well-muscled torso and petite breasts lay bare to his gaze. It was a challenge to keep his trouser monster at bay. He moved to the living room hastily and turned on the TV.

He soon heard a stirring in the kitchen.

"You want a gin and tonic?" Julie called.

"Sure," he said, concentrating on the television. He listened to the tinkle of ice in a glass.

Julie stepped into the living room in her bikini holding two sweating glasses of gin and tonic, both with two limes – the way he liked them – and sat next to him on the couch.

They sat silently for a little while sipping their drinks and watching television.

Finally Julie said, "You know, you were my first choice."

Tim spluttered, gin shooting through his nose.

"What?"

"You were my first choice. In class. When you and Bobby sat behind me I was trying everything to get you to notice me. Jiggling my breasts, stretching, shifting in my seat, all that. You just ignored me. I thought you were gay or something, so when Bobby asked me out I was disappointed, but, well, here we are."

She looked down at her empty glass.

"I-I really like you too, Julie," Tim admitted, feeling butterflies in his stomach. "I was just too shy to talk."

She looked up and stared deeply into his eyes. Then she leant into him, her bikini-clad breast pressed into his arm, and she kissed him.

Tim, after a moment, kissed her back, bringing his arm up to caress her cheek. Soon she was running her hands down his stomach to his shorts, tugging at the zipper.

Tim needed no more invitation than that, and let his dick inflate to a full seven inches. Her hand, still cool from the drink, lightly gripped his rigid rod and pumped once or twice before the full force of the magic lust hit her. She pulled back from the kiss eyes wide with surprise.

"It's so big!" she squealed. With flexibility and grace she quickly stood and disposed of her string bikini in seconds. Tim kicked his shorts to the floor.

Julie quickly knelt astride Tim on the couch, and he guided his penis deep within her shaven sex.

Sex with Julie was like riding a lightning bolt. Firm and strong and energetic, Julie fucked him hard, squeezing her internal muscles and arching her back so Tim could suck on her nipples. Tim came quickly, and Julie responded with a squeal of delight and a convulsion of pure pleasure from which she quickly recovered. As soon as it had passed, she started moving again, and the cycle repeated.

"Oh God, I love you Julie," Tim groaned between orgasms.

"I love you to Tim," she gasped.

Their lovemaking flowed from one position to another, Julie moving with the grace that only a gymnast or dancer could achieve. They moved from the couch, to the floor, to the kitchen table. They even spent a few minutes with Julie bent over the door of the open refrigerator, taking temporary refuge from the heat as Tim unloaded another ejaculation into her.

As promised by the genie, every time he came, she got better. After five ejaculations, Julie was noticeably more fit. By ten she stood five ten and had the build of a serious bodybuilder. After an hour of fucking and fifteen ejaculations, Tim closed his eyes and allowed his dick to deflate.

Julie looked up disappointed, the sheen of lust barely diminishing, for although the supernatural compulsion to have sex had left her she still felt profound love for Tim, and wanted to make him happy. The incredible orgasms didn't hurt, either.

"What's wrong, Tim?"

Tim tried to avert his gaze so as not to become entrapped by her beauty.

"I have to tell you something, Julie."

He told her the story of the lamp. How the genie had granted his wish for the perfect dick. How he knew it had worked when Julie jumped Bobby's bones after his first test. How he had fucked some girls into practical goddesshood.

Julie, hearing about the improving effects of his cum, got up and walked out of the room without a word.

Tim despaired. She had just gotten up and walked away, as he always secretly knew she would.

"I LOVE IT!" he heard Julie squeal from the bathroom.

He looked up and walked over to the open door. There in front of the mirror stood a transformed Julie. Six feet tall and covered in smooth cut muscles, Julie was running her hands up and down her abs and caressing the undersides of her boobs, now the size of cantaloupes. She was grinning from ear to ear at her reflection, her face now free of any blemish, her platinum hair cascading down her back. It was still her, just a ... a better her.

He wanted her so bad. He got hard as ten inches of man-meat sprung to life.

She turned with a hungry look and picked him up bodily, carrying him to his bedroom and throwing him on the bed. She straddled him and the eroticism of her power caused him to come immediately. She tenderly pumped him with her internal muscles over and over and over. Soon, she was eclipsing Olivia and Bridget – nearly eight feet tall and muscular beyond belief.

She looked down and her eyes glowed softly with a blue light. "Let's take a break, dude." She said with a voice like wind chimes.

"I don't want to," Tim croaked.

She smiled and covered his eyes with her hand, soft and delicate despite its power.

"Sleep," she said, and Tim slept.

"Awake."

Tim was in the middle of the quad, naked to the world, with students all around to watch the spectacle. Julie stood over him, and with one look at her his erection inflated to a full fifteen inches. She smiled and he nearly came right there.

As her pussy enveloped his dick it felt like millions of angels kissing his cock. He came. And came again. Julie worked her heavenly pussy on his dick over and over, manipulating her internal muscles in some amazing way to milk him over and over.

Tim knew that he could stop this at any moment, but he didn't want to. This was his dream come true. His one true love was becoming a goddess right before his eyes. He came over and over and never wanted to stop. Soon Julie's immense body cast a shadow on half the quad, nearly fifty feet tall. She smiled down to him with pure white glowing eyes.

**Oh Tim. The pleasure! The power! You have no idea! Let's do this forever and ever!**

The words formed in his mind. He nodded dumbly.

**Hold on. I have an idea!**

She closed those perfect eyes and suddenly he felt something odd. His body was growing! He could feel the grass and dirt beneath him shoved out of the way as he grew larger and larger, and more muscular too! He raised an arm in wonder and watched it bulge with newly-formed muscle. He ran his hand down his newly-cobbled abs down to the garbage-can thick monstrosity that was now his dick. He quickly grew to match Julie's size, if not her perfection.

Julie opened her pearly eyes.

**Fuck me lover!**

And they did. And they grew, and grew, and grew, and she got better and better, until she was perfect.

[Kujarer]

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[Jarhead300099]

Man what a story! Very good!