Supposed To Be Ryan Reynolds Flexing

Supposed to be Ryan Reynolds flexing

Tom Holland the bodybuilder

A few people near Tom kept wishing he was bigger, and they got their wish against his will. And some of the kinksters got their wishes granted to, again, against his will.

Supposed to be Chris Hemsworth kissing in bed

Chris' thick python is on the move

Ryan and Tom

Genie takes an Uber

Genie left the orgy which was about to ensue in the gym. Much as he enjoyed watching the new fuck boy Slab get ordered by his new Daddy, there’s only so much fun you can have transforming a room of already transformed muscular gay hunks.

Genie could have snapped his fingers and appeared at the mall, but he thought he’d call an uber for fun.

As usual, there was an uber driver sat not far from every location in the city, and even though the mansion was set back on its own grounds in the Californian suburbs, an uber turned up within 5 minutes of Genie making the call through the app on his phone. Yes , Genie had a phone.

As 64% of uber drivers were male, Genie felt the odds were in favor, and of course they were.

A surprisingly nice Tesla arrived to pick him up.

The guy in the red coat looked like a 6, with a plain but not un-attractive face, neatly trimmed facial hair which faded into his thick top of hair. His arms looked thick enough and it looked like he frequented the gym for light exercise a few times a week. He was either a particularly successful uber driver pulling long hours with them, or he had a side business to afford this car.

Genie smiled at the ride and the guy inside.

He opened the passenger seat “Yo dude, thanks for this. I’m heading to the mall. Mind if I jump in the front with you?”

The guy looked unsettled at the hulking giant and all his muscles contained by nothing but a workout top.

“Actually, man I do mind. I always have passengers in the back.”

Genie looked at the guy and smiled. “Man, fair enough, I get that. Thing is I get travel sick in the back, would you mind just this once?” Genie lied.

The guy looked at him, not buying it, but he was efficient and a popular driver because he didn’t argue but got to driving the best routes, for the best fair and fitted in more drives than most guys could.

So the guy nodded his head and Genie got comfortable in the front seat, and they set off.

Genie started chatting “So, man this is a sweet ride. What’s your name bruh?”

The guy was used to all types, the silent types, the chatty friendly types, the self-obsessed types who just talk about themselves for the whole journey, and there are of course the inquisitive types. Added to the bro language (which Genie had used to tease and get a feel for the man’s likes and dislikes), he felt this was going to be a long 25 minutes in the Uber.

“Emmm, my name’s Gerard and yeah, I got her a month ago. She’s a dream to ride.”

“I bet she is” Genie said with a wink. “I’ve always thought it’s funny how men refer to their vehicles as women. Whether bikes, or boats, planes or cars. Don’t you think it’s so hetro-norm?

The guy looked taken a back by this statement, and then made a judgement about Genie and his sexuality.

“I guess man. I can’t imagine calling this beauty a man, coz I don’t think of men as beautiful I guess. Maybe that’s just because I’m straight.” He said uncomfortably.

Genie mused, “I think it would be fun though if guys started calling their vehicles him. Like, this car I’d call the stud car.”

Something about that made Gerad’s cock twitch. He tried to ignore it.

“Yeah, the stud car, ridden by a picture of masculinity. Have you ever wished to be more muscular? I mean it’s obvious you take care of yourself, maybe work out a bit. But I mean, have you ever wished for bigger muscles.

The guy said “Yeah, who hasn’t. I wish I had stronger muscles, and I guess I wish this was a stud car.” He said with a grin on his face. Little did he know.

And Genie smiled as the whole of time stood still so as not to crash the car.

Time whizzed back a notch

“I wish I had stronger muscles to show off, and I guess I wish this was a stud making car attracting men.”

Gerard had that feeling of déjà vu, but why would he wish such a gay wish. Muscles, sure. But a stud making car to attract men. How weird was that?

And then he felt it, a growling in his belly. And suddenly he was flushed while driving. He did his best to keep the car straight while an alien feeling of growing thicker and bigger overwhelmed him. His body was pulsing, his heart pumping like the beat of a dance track, he could hear it in his ears as his neck thickened with hard muscle. His pecs pushed and pushed and now pulled heavy on his chest. But man, it was his arms that he loved watching the most, as they expanded into huge bowling ball arms. His red coat shrink-wrapping round his impressive form.

Gerard found a place to pull over. “Fuck man, what just happened, I made a wish without thinking, and now I’m a hulking giant. Did you do this to me. This can’t be real…. And what the fuck … it’s still happening”

Gerard’s hair disappeared and he aged up, his tee shrinking and round his studly frame as Tatts formed on his left arm.”

Genie just smiled. “Of course I did this to you. Who else is here to turn you into a muscle hound. You work out what 4 hours every day now to keep this impressive bod, and you eat so many calories of all the right stuff.

“O man, this feels amazing, but also weird. So you just thought you’d call an Uber to have some fun with whichever random driver you got? Man, that’s pretty hot and thanks for the muscles. I love taking this stud out for a ride every day. He’s such a strong reliable car. This is fucking amazing. What are you, some sort of over-muscled wishing leprechaun?”

The hunk looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what he looked like.

Genie felt like shrinking the guy's cock for that one.

“Man, I’m a fucking Genie. Now, have you got any other wishes?”

“Wow, I didn’t know Genie’s existed, and no lamp? Well, really I’ve wanted to be back in my 20s for ages, but I think I’m in my 40s which isn’t what I want. So Genie, I wish to be rich and young.”

And of course time scratched back

“Genie, I wish to be rich, dumb, horny, hung and young.”

And Gerard started ageing down. His smarts abandoning him, his cock fattened and lengthened in his boxers, while his tee relocated to tight shorts which were little more than boxers, as the original boxers disintegrated. Gerard never wore much and always went commando so everyone could see his fat member. He was now 24, from a rich family who provided for the playboy. He loved picking up chicks in his stud of a car, and taking them home for a banging with his impressive body. He was sex in a masculine BMW, and he knew it. Self-obsessed, narcissistic, and driven by his ever-wanting dick.

“What d’ya think stud?” Genie asked Gerard

“Fuck man, I’m the sexiest guy alive thanks to you. You’re amazing. You think I could wish to never be turned down when asking a hot chick, for a blow job or a fuck?”

The world ground to a halt and then shifted slightly back.

“You think I could wish to never be turned down when asking a hot hunk, never a chick, for a blow job or a fuck?

And Genie smiled a huge grin of knowing and desire as the guy’s orientation now crossed over to exclusively gay.

A they pulled up at the mall, Gerard said “Genie, you changed my life and I love you for that. Have an awesome time at the mall. You deserve it, and here’s my number, call me.”

Genie stored his number and then turned from the muscular man boi. Of course, the car attracted a man immediately who saw the driver and just wanted to get in. A straight young man who couldn’t help himself walk toward the uber and open the door.

Gerard started chatting to the guy, watching him regularly in the rear-view mirror. He could see the lad was visibly uncomfortable and he wanted to see what this stud-making car could do to the young guy.

Then the lad started getting hot, and it felt like his clothes were really tight. He fiddled with his tie.

Gerard wanted to see if he could shape the lad in the back of his car and said “Bro, don’t you wish you’d been working out for the last decade.”

The man in the jacket flinched at the word Bro. He’d always hated that word. But it was true, he did think he’d be hotter if he’d worked out instead of wasting time scrolling social media.

“Bro, don’t you wish you’d spent 3 hours a day over the last decade building a huge powerful top-heavy body that no one can ignore.”

And now the lad felt his clothes strain as his muscles bulked up with powerful stud energy. His arms shredded his sleeves, and his pecs destroyed his shirt.

“Bro, don’t you think you’d look hotter always showing off your beautiful muscle and just wearing workout shorts and a bro cap? And I wonder if all your smarts are stressing you out. Don't you wish your life was all about getting bigger, eating well, playing hard and fucking?”

The bro lifted his heavy head, and breathed in deeply. “Fuck yeah Bruh! Take me to the beach, I wanna catch some women.” The now hornier muscle bro expressed.

“But don’t you think hunky guys are hotter than girls? I mean they’ll really know how to worship your muscle, they know the hard work and dedication you’ve put in over the years and they give the best blow-jobs.”

The stud considered it, and thanked Gerard for the ride. He realised he hadn’t actually ordered this Uber, so paid the hunk, grabbed a beefy pec as he did, and gave him a passionate kiss with his thicker more experienced tongue. Years of making out with other gym hunks, and taking it to the locker room and showers had become part of his lived reality, and he loved it.

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Genie walked toward the large shopping centre ready to have some fun with the good people of this town.