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More Wishes Fulfilled
by NCMC Readers
(This is a spin-off wiki of the Wishes Fulfilled story. Here, we follow one of the other perverts after he gets his necklace. Have fun with this)Gerald had been more than a little skeptical when the man had appeared during his hard earned porn show, but what he gave out was more than he could ever have hoped for. Even thinking about it now made his knob leak.
A knob; that's what best described Gerald's cock. It was as thick as a baseball, but as short as a piece of chalk, and the fact that he had acorn sized balls didn't help one bit; the head was constantly exposed, too, since Gerald's foreskin had been removed when he was young. He was also always slightly overweight, despite the diets and exercise regimens he had gone through. His eyesight was poor, requiring prescription glasses, and he was beginning to go bald. To say he was ugly would be saying too much, but Gerald was definitely below average, especially when compared to his neighbors.
Though Gerald looked unpleasant to the eye and like a typical pervert, it was not clear by looking at him what made him tick. As long as he could remember Gerald had had two major fetishes: sex between males, and incest between male family members. It didn't matter if it was between two cousins, a daddy and his boy, or two twins, it all turned him on...except when it happened to include his own family. THAT he stayed far away from.
There was one family that Gerald had an eye on in particular. Directly beside his deficient house, in the suburbs, was a family as conservative as you could ever get: their surname was Forester. Daddy Forester, known as Michael to the rest of the neighborhood, was a daddy of a daddy, with muscles that screamed "beefcake" and chocolate brown hair dying to be run through with one's hands. His face was also extremely handsome, with a small mustache that made his masculinity even more obvious. With his 6'5" height and a rather large lump in between his legs, the man was a walking stud muffin hidden in stereotypical 1950s republican style.
He and his late wife, Marsha, had had three sons, Bobby, Chris, and little Phil. Bobby and Chris were twenty-two and twenty respectively, and took after their father in many, many ways; mostly his good looks, and though neither were as large as their father was, they were still power houses for men at their age. Though both of them had graduated from high school, the boys were still living at home till they could find appropriate and affordable housing, which had become incredibly difficult recently.
Bobby, the eldest of the sons, was on the swim team at the local college, and was smooth as silk from the neck down. He had disappeared for a little while, just before he went to college, and revealed to his family that he'd had a small surgery performed, but never told them anything further. This was quickly forgotten, and their lives returned to the close-knit state it was today.
Chris, on the other hand, was more heavy-set from weight-training. He had been a wrestling star in high school, and even now, in his last year of college, the built blond man hadn't lost his touch. He was now on the college wrestling team and even more muscular than either of his brothers, though there was some embarrassment from the lack of cover for his large neither regions.
Little Phil, however, took after his mother's side of the family and was anything but small. At 18, the young boy was more man than most men twice his age. With a nice pelt of fur on his cut swimmer's build, he had a beautiful tight wide chest that tapered down in a nice V shape to six pack abs. He even had a nice looking bulge that even the most baggy of pants couldn't completely hide. He had all the makings of a great cub, but between all of the men in that family, it was hard to determine who was hotter. Unlike his brothers, Phil was still in high school, as he'd been born early into the year and was a year older than most of the other guys his grade.
With his amulet in hand, Gerald sat watching the four men washing their car from his porch, a conveniently placed shrub keeping them from learning about Gerald's position. Gerald knew that he was going to see a lot more of these handsome studs in the future and have his own private incestuous sex shows whenever he wanted.
Gerald wanted nothing more than to have these men squirm and squeal beneath his weighty figure at night, begging for more of his thick cock to be buried into them. Or to be more precise, he wanted nothing more than to have these athletic and attractive men perform whatever perverse acts he could think of, on each other.
But first of all, Gerald needed to take care of a few pressing, personal matters. As much as he wanted to watch his future targets, and mess with them for a while, he needed to make sure that no-one caught on to his involvement. Besides, there were a few things he'd been dying to try.
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Donald Green grumbled as he was forced to get up from his comfortable suede chair, a distinct impression where his ass was remaining as he got up. The doorbell kept ringing as he hid his large telescope in his attic's shadows, closing a book filled with notes on what others were doing. He was nearly fuming by the time he got downstairs, the bell being wrung for nearly a full three minutes straight.
Donald was by no means a perverted man, but he'd always had a penchant for spying on what others were doing without their knowing. Needless to say, that had given him some rather pleasant sights (if a bit sinful), as well as a weighty figure. He wasn't the most careful man though, and Gerald had been lucky enough to catch sight of the powerful telescope when it was first being used. From that time on, Gerald was careful not to let Donald have any kind of view of what he did, night or day.
Needless to say, Gerald considered Donald as a definite danger -not to mention a major annoyance- and that he needed to be dealt with in the "best way" possible.
As he reached the door, Donald took a deep breath, cooled his temper, and opened the door. A fist traveling the speed of a trailer truck smashed into Donald's poor face, his glasses falling from his face and onto the carpeted flooring, the softness of which probably saved the hefty man from a concussion. This was a small comfort, as he was wrestled off the floor by a man who looked like he was ready to wage war on hell and join it's ranks at the same time: Michael Forester.
The enraged Michael Forester picked up the incredibly scared Donald off the floor by his shirt, and yelled into his face.
"I saw you with your big telescope, peaking into our window last night, you pervert! What makes you think I'm gonna let you get away with that?"
Michael hauled Donald upstairs to the study where Donald kept his telescope. He pounded Donald in the face one more time, knocking him out. He dropped Donald on the floor, and then proceeded to destroy the expensive looking telescope, the binoculars that were nearby, and the few notebooks that were around. That accomplished, he left, assuming that Donald would get the right message.
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Having seen Michael punch Donald in the face from his living room across the street, Gerald laughed with glee. 'It works!' he thought to himself. Now to make some more changes to his next door neighbors. Michael and his sons were all about to start appreciating each other in new and interesting ways. The sons would soon find themselves especially interested in determining exactly how big their dad's cock could get, and how theirs compared.
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Now, normally, the Foresters were very much against acting out on "those kinds of urges". Even with four men living in the house, there wasn't a single piece of pornography. The eldest two of the Forester siblings had had steady girlfriends during their stay at college, but masturbation had been extremely frowned upon by their father, and they had all done their best to uphold his high moral standards. They had also promised their father that they would not engage in any premarital sex; however, they were only human, and no matter how hard they tried, hormones would kick in and cause them to "sin". Even so, the time between each of their "sins" was so far apart, that they basically walked around with permanent blue balls. It was not uncommon for any of the boys to sit and watch TV at night, sporting a (clothing covered) erection from the images of hot and nubile young women on TV.
Michael, their father, noticed his son's erections. How could he not, they were so well endowed. He never commented on it though. He was happy that they had followed his example (as far as he knew), and he himself often had trouble not paying attention to all of the arousal inducing women on TV. It had been many, many years since he had been with a woman, and even more years since he had touched his own dick for any reason other than to shake the piss off of it in the washroom.
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Gerald rubbed his thick, but short, cock just thinking of the changes he was going to make to the unknowing Forester family. He decided that he wanted to savor the changes, and do them slowly. With that in mind, he made his first wish.
"I wish that tonight, Michael Forester will have an intense erotic dream in which his sons are all walking around the house without any clothes on, muscles glistening and with their huge cocks hard and dripping pre-cum. They do not engage in any sexual activities or even acknowledge it, but they will do normal activities completely nude with their cocks remain stone hard. Also, whatever the boys are doing in the dream, they are happy and smiling. When Michael wakes up, he will remember the dream in complete detail, and will find himself soaked in cum from a wet dream. I wish that even after his wet dream, his cock will still be hard and throbbing, and that it won't lose any of it's hardness all night. I wish that he will have this dream every time he falls asleep from now on, and that it will cause him to cum in his sleep, so that he wakes to a bed wet with his cum. I wish that he will be ashamed by this, but unable to do anything about it."
The jewel in Gerald's necklace sparkled, and he knew that his wish was going to become reality for Michael Forester. He stroked himself to a fast orgasm, just thinking of the huge muscle stud next door waking up in a pool of his own cum. Once he was finished, Gerald looked down at his own unimpressive package, and realized that he finally had the power to do something about it.
"I wish that my cock was just as thick as it is now, but was ten inches long when erect."
And just like that, Gerald's cock expanded. It was still soft, so it was maybe over six inches hanging now. Even so, it was a far cry from the small length he'd had before. He now at least had something he could grab onto.
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That night, Michael Forester had the strangest dream he'd ever had before. All three of his boys were walking around wearing absolutely nothing, and with the biggest erections he'd ever seen. After a short breakfast, all three of his sons began doing track around their backyard pool, which was something that they had done often, but never completely naked, and never sporting such humongous bouncing boners. Also, they were chit chatting with each other. Michael couldn't hear what they said, but they were smiling and laughing, totally unconcerned that their cocks were bouncing around out of control. Never having seen porn himself, Michael hadn't really seen many cocks other than his own. What was even more surprising to Michael was how hard he felt himself. It was just a dream, and yet it felt so real to him. He couldn't help but notice how built his sons were, and how big their cock and balls were. Before he got a chance to feel a hint of pride, he also noticed how his son's cocks seemed to be leaking a constant stream of pre-cum.
Then suddenly, his youngest, little Phil, who turned out to be far from little, stopped and called out to his dad. "Hey dad, why don't you come over and workout with us!" Phil waved at him to come over, never once noticing that his penis was standing straight up or that it seemed to be pulsating on its own.
The Forester dad didn't know what to do and then he looked down at himself. He didn't know how it happened but he also had no pants on and his own cock was majestically erect.
He decided to walk over to his sons and tell them something, but as he walked, all he could feel was the hardness of his cock as he moved and how good it felt. When he reached his sons, he was smiling. He realized that there was nothing wrong with having an erection and being honest about it.
"You want to take a jog with us? Do some laps?" Before he could answer, his boys were off again. Michael decided to follow suit and within seconds, he found that his erection kept bouncing into his son Bobby's ass. His dick head would just brush against an ass cheek. No matter how he pulled back, it always kept happening and strangely enough, his dick shaft just kept getting harder the more he jogged.
Suddenly, his boys stopped and turned back around grinning from ear to ear. He stopped. They started laughing and then like fireworks, cum just burst from their penises.
Michael was aghast but the sight was incredible to behold.
Then it was over; once done, the boys just moved on, like nothing had happened.
In the dream, after his sons had come in from the backyard, they weren't doing anything in particular. They were just hanging around the house, literally, and stringing bits of pre-cum all over the place. And of course, when he woke up, Michael's bed was all wet. With a start, he realized that he had had a wet dream. And about his sons. Worse yet, his cock was still throbbing and erect.
He felt incredibly ashamed of himself. He had never thought of his boys in that way before. He quickly decided to stop thinking about it. His dreams never meant anything before, why should they now? He got up and pulled off his sheets, replacing them with fresh ones from the hall closet. His boys were all asleep, and he didn't really want to be around them at that moment, considering his sick dream. Of course, his dick was still as a hard as a steel rod. He went back to sleep, trying to think about anything other than the dream, and his aching hard cock. Through out the rest of the night, he repeated that exact same sequences of events three more times, each time more ashamed of himself, and yet still hard as a rock.
The next morning, after light finally shone through the windows of Michael's bedroom, he found his erection slowly going down. He had been lying awake for hours, scared to fall asleep and experience the dream again; he was also exhausted, as he'd ejaculated four times in one night, more than he'd ever done since before Marsha passed away. It was late enough to get the paper, so he threw on a bath robe and headed out to get it, forgetting to put on a pair of boxers. By the time he had remembered, he was exhausted both mentally and physically. He looked, and was, tired and ragged when he heard a voice.
"Morning Michael. Sleep well?", Gerald asked cheerfully, wearing a pair of pajama pants that had seen better days; though it couldn't be told just by looking, Gerald wasn't wearing anything underneath the bottoms. Michael gave Gerald a sour look; he tolerated his neighbor, but had always been a bit put off by him, something about the way the other man's eyes focused on him and his boys.
"Slept well enough, thanks for asking," Michael replied.
"Any pleasant dreams?" Gerald asked, with an evil grin on his face.
Michael glared at him. He somehow knew that Gerald knew about his dreams, but didn't understand how.
"What are you talking about?" Michael demanded.
"Oh, I know all about your dreams last night. I got this amazing necklace that lets me have whatever I want. And what I've wanted, for years, is to see you and your fine boys in some hot action" Gerald told him.
Michael noticed the gaudy necklace on Gerald's neck for the first time. It sounded sick and perverted, and already had his blood boiling.
Gerald continued: "With this necklace, I'm going to make you burn with the need to fuck your own boys, and love every minute of it when you finally do fuck them. And your own boys are even going to want me to watch. They're going to love performing for me. You guys are gonna be my one stop stud farm, right next door to me."
"Now you listen to me, you little piece of shit. You better stay away from me and my boys if you know what's good for you and your damned necklace!" Michael started towards Gerald, intending to deal with Gerald just as he had dealt with their neighbor Donald the day before; he had been in a happy mood the day before when dealing with Donald, but Gerald had managed to catch Michael at a particularly bad patch, and the other man was going to feel every bit of it.
"I wish you would always treat me like an old friend, and be on your best behavior around me. I wish that you'd never think of hurting me, and never get mad at me, no matter what I do or tell you. I also wish you'd be unable to tell anyone about my necklace, or what I'm doing to you and your family." Gerald's necklace sparkled again as his wish was granted.
Michael suddenly found himself calming down, and losing any desire to attack Gerald. He knew that he should be mad at him for what he said, but he just couldn't think of Gerald in that light anymore. After half a minute of confusion, Michael's face broke out to a pleasant smile, and he stopped holding his morning paper in a death grip.
"Sorry about that Gerald, don't know what came over me just now. Well, I better get back and make breakfast for the boys. Have yourself a good day neighbor!" Michael told Gerald, giving him a friendly wave before returning to his home abode, his voice filled with his trademark cheer. Deep inside he was confused and frustrated, but outside he couldn't help but treat Gerald like they had been friends for years. On the outside, Michael strode into the kitchen, lay the paper on the table, and opened the fridge, acting none the wiser to the changes about to be made.
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Gerald smiled with glee as he went back into his house. It was time for the next part of his plan. He rubbed himself to his full 10 inches as he made his next wish.
"I wish that Michael would suggest to his sons that they all walk around naked when at home, telling them it's only natural and it's no different than showering in the same shower but that they shouldn't tell anyone about it. I wish that the boys would accept this and not find it weird at all and wouldn't feel self conscious at all while nude. And finally, I wish that the sight of the boys walking around the house naked would make Michael incredibly aroused, and that the boys tease him about it, but won't think anything is strange or weird about it."
As he thought of what everything would look like in the end, his cock bubbling with pre-cum, Gerald realized something; he didn't need to imagine it, he could see it for himself! Besides, if it wasn't for the fact that he'd been living next to a living wet dream, he'd have moved out of his dump of a place years ago. Again he wished, and this one brought a deeper sense of satisfaction than any of his previous ones.
"I wish that I had a room in the Forester house that was larger than all the other bed rooms, with all my personal things inside. I wish that no one would think it strange that I'm living at the Forester's house. I wish that as far as everyone else on the planet is concerned, I'm an old friend of Michael's and we're close like brothers. I wish that everyone (including Michael Forester) would remember me moving in there years ago. And I wish that while inside the Forester house, no one would find anything that I did strange or wrong, no matter how perverted or odd it is."
The room morphed around him, and Gerald found himself in a different room; while he'd normally had to hide the porn dvds he had (which contained hours upon hours of sweaty, incestuous sex), they were now stacked on top of a small table set against the wall, his dvd player and tv inside a spacious, though mostly empty, closet. Beside them were his porn magazines and books, almost all of which featuring the same kind of material as the dvds. He looked out his window, and could tell from the house directly across the street from him that he was now in the Forester house. He strolled out of the bedroom, and came across Phil leaving his bedroom, clad only in pajama bottoms, allowing Gerald a clear view of the younger man's hairy chest and athletic physique.
"Morning, Gerald", Phil yawned, scratching an itchy spot on his buttocks.
"Morning Phil" Gerald said back. He watched Phil's back as he went into the bathroom. Phil had a beautiful bubble butt that held the pajama bottoms in place nicely, with the pants hugging his ass and even showing the crack between them nicely, begging to be manhandled. His muscled back was great to look at as well; it was extremely tight and muscular from all of the swimming Phil had done. Gerald started to get hard all over again. He was going to love this.
He went down to the kitchen, where he saw Michael making breakfast, chatting with his two oldest sons, Bobby and Chris. They were naked, as was Michael, their clothes underneath their chairs. Though Gerald had seen Michael's chest before, he couldn't before completely view the massive forest of fur that it bore, which was a slightly darker shade of brown than the hair on his head. Gerald also managed to catch a quick peek at Michael's toned ass, which was practically flexing for Gerald to see specially.
"Morning Gerald!" they all called out. Michael gave him a big smile, acting like he was genuinely pleased to see Gerald. His big cock was swinging free, and his huge balls were hanging low. His cock was semi hard already, likely at the thought of his two big stud sons sitting there similarly. Gerald noticed that, rather surprisingly, Michael's cock was cut (without a foreskin). Gerald couldn't see their cocks under the table, but he could see Bobby and Chris's beautiful asses through the wooden chairs they sat on.
Gerald wandered over behind Michael and reached around him to grab a cooked sausage from the pan that Michael was frying them in, and to grope Michael's package with his other hand, quickly dropping the pipping hot sausage onto a small plate. Michael didn't seem to mind, and neither of the boys commented, so Gerald continued, squeezing the base of Michael's cock and jerking it up and down. The father of three gasped, and bit his lip to prevent a moan from coming out, but still did nothing to prevent Gerald from what he was doing. After jerking it a couple more times, Gerald let Michael's large cock go, squeezing the head as he left, picked up his plate and sat down at the table with the two boys.
As he started munching on his sausage, Gerald turned his gaze to Bobby, the younger man more interested in what little body hair he had than with the pervert next to him. Gerald practically devoured Bobby with his eyes, unconsciously leaning towards the younger man, even as he continued eating the remains of his snack. As he continued to gaze at Bobby's tanned body, his hard-on continued to grow, snaking down his pajama leg and throbbing against the thin material. It reached it's full length when he caught sight of Bobby's crotch; though Bobby took after Michael in several ways, he didn't quite take after his father when it came to his cock size, as it was barely four inches soft, shorter than Gerald's was, and his balls were smaller too. Still, it did give something for the older man to gaze at, which he did with delight. Despite the time and the obviousness that Gerald was taking while looking at Bobby's nether regions, the other men in the room, again, didn't object.
"I just explained to the boys that we might as well walk around naked. We're all men now, and it's not like they haven't seen it before, though we should just keep it in the family" Michael explained, adding another sausage to the pan, snapping Gerald out of his reverie. When the reactions he'd feared never came, Gerald wiped his brow and thanked his lucky stars he'd made his earlier wishes, his cock deflating from the shock.
"Dad's penis has been huge and semi hard all morning! He really needs to get laid!" Chris laughed as he said this, not looking up from the book he was reading. "It just keeps getting bigger and bigger!"
"Now Chris, you know how I feel about even the idea of casual sex," Michael admonished. Gerald looked back at Michael, and noted that his cock had twitched at Chris's words, and gotten even harder and longer than when Gerald had left it earlier. Gerald's own cock was back to straining in his pants. At ten inches now, he was no slouch in the endowment department; of course, compared to Michael's big pink thirteen-incher, he was still not that big.
"Aren't you gonna take your clothes off too, Gerald?" Bobby asked, finally paying attention to the other man.
"No, no Bobby, I'm good. No one wants to see my fat ass naked.", Gerald replied, shaking his head as he said so. 'At least, not yet,' he added mentally, turning his attention to Chris, watching the young man as he continued to read; the book looked like it was about some athlete or something, Gerald couldn't tell. He knew that it was definitely nothing similar to what he would read himself, though. He took a note to make a change about the family's reading habits later on, and maybe their table manners as well.
Though he couldn't see as much of Chris as he could with Bobby and Michael, due to the placement of the table, Gerald could still see quite the eyeful of Chris' broad shoulders and built torso, wanting to cup the blond's massive pecs in his palms and press down on them while chewing on Chris' ear. Before he knew it, Gerald was reaching across the small table, though he managed to get himself back under control. He wanted to enjoy the changes as they came, after all and that meant sampling everyone before making any moves.
Just as soon as Gerald finished putting himself back in his seat, Phil entered the kitchen, rubbing away the sleep left in his eyes and oblivious to the others state of dress. When he did open his innocent eyes, he quickly gave them another rub, not quite believing the sight in front of him.
"Uh, dad, why are you guys in the nude?", Phil inquired, confusion clear in his voice and expression.
"I just finished telling your brothers this Phil, but, seeing as we're all men here, we should just walk around naked while we're here at home. I mean, it's not as if we're seeing something we haven't seen before, we aren't doing anything sinful, and we'll save a ton of water washing clothes", Michael cheerfully explained, as nonchalant as if he'd been talking about how well the weather was going. Behind the counter, his erection reached full mast, now that he'd caught sight of his youngest son, resting against his furred abs.
Phil nodded as this sunk in, the reasoning perfectly acceptable and logical inside his head due to Gerald's wish, a smile breaking his previously concerned face.
"Oh, good. I thought for a second there that I was back in the shower room at high school or something", he smiled as he hooked and pulled at his pajama pants and let them fall to the ground, taking his boxers with them, exposing his rather hefty package for the world (and a happy Gerald) to see. Perverted eyes were once again put to work, watching as Phil's large cock bounced as it was freed from it's cloth prison, resting on a pair of bulky balls that made Gerald think of his own shrunken nuts.
Kicking his discarded garments to the wall (he was going to pick them up later), Phil made his way to his seat at the table, passing by Gerald as he did. Try as he did, Gerald couldn't resist giving the passing bubble butt a smack, taking a whole cheek into his palm and giving it a good squeeze, rubbing it as his took his hand back. Phil, for the most part, didn't seem to notice the grope; he did look to see what it was, but when he saw Gerald, he just rubbed it as if he'd bumped into the wall, took his seat at the end of the table, and waited for breakfast to be served.
Breakfast proceeded as it would have normally, save for Michael's erection, which he was constantly adjusting, the family's state of undress, and of course, Gerald's presence and lecherous gaze. Michael had prepared a regally sized breakfast for everyone, consisting of bacon, eggs, toast and sausages, all of which the family downed with gusto. While Gerald himself did eat, he had more fun making perverted, sexual innuendos with the different foods, mostly comparing the sausages to Swedish cocks. Of course, none of the other men were put off by Gerald's behavior, and even laughed whole-heartedly, as if he were telling innocent jokes. Needless to say, it was terribly fun for Gerald.
After the food was finished, the boys brought their dishes to the washing machine and went their separate ways, Michael going to the washroom for one reason or another; Gerald didn't bother checking. Had he, though, and Gerald would have found a rather distressed Micheal, who was sweating while smiling.
It was Saturday, and the boys were just lazing around the house. They were going to help out their father around the yard, when they got to it, but for now, they were simply relaxing in their various spots; Bobby was taking a long, hot shower, shaving various hairs off his chest, Chris was still reading his book in the living room, lying down on the couch so his penis lay towards his head, and Phil was in his own room, searching through various sites on the internet.
Deciding that then was a good time to move on, Gerald thought of which hunk to focus on. After a somewhat difficult choice, Gerald decided to take on the youngest, Phil. He'd already made changes to Michael, and Bobby and Chris just didn't seem to be grabbing his interest at the moment. There was something about Phil that Gerald felt compelled to fuck over; maybe it was that innocent look in the teen's eyes, or maybe it was jealousy due to the younger man's virility. Still, whatever the cause, there wasn't a reason to leave the other family members out of the fun.
Sitting in the kitchen alone at this point, Bobby having taken everything he'd used for him, Gerald made his next wish.
"I wish that Michael would decide that Phil needs much more discipline in his life, and needed to show more loyalty towards his family. I wish that Michael would provide Phil with that discipline by forcing him to commit different sexual acts on and for Michael, Phil's older brothers and me. I wish that all of the men in the Forester household would be constantly horny from now on, and that Michael, Chris and Bobby find it especially arousing to watch Phil be ordered around by Michael, while Phil finds it especially arousing to follow Michael's orders. I wish that any act of sex with another man would feel like the greatest thing in the world for the Foresters."
As soon as he had uttered these words, Gerald's cock sprang to full attention once again. He had been semi hard before, just from the situation he was in. Of course, Gerald wasn't sure if he'd gotten completely hard from what he guessed was going to happen next, or because he was one of the men in the Forester household who would now be constantly horny; either way, he couldn't argue with the result.
Gerald wandered up the stairs, assuming that Michael would soon be ordering Phil around. He got there just as Michael was entering Phil's room. Michael took a second to survey Phil's cluttered room, moving a stray t-shirt aside with his foot. He then cleared his throat, demanding his son's attention from the computer, which was currently showing pictures of a local college that Phil had been planning on attending. As Phil turned to his father's now imposing figure, Gerald moved past the taller man, noting that he would have to change more than just the Forester's reading habits.
"Now, Phil, unlike your older brothers, I don't think you've had enough discipline. I also just don't know if you're as loyal to me and your brothers as you should be. Forester men know what's important and what comes first, and honestly, I don't think that you do know. So, I want you to prove your worth as a Forester man to me and your brothers," Michael declared, the proud image he was trying to portray somewhat sullied by his lack of clothes and throbbing hard-on.
As Phil looked over at his imposing father from his computer, he noted Michael's huge erect cock was jutting out obscenely from his body. Phil was overcome with the urge to do as Michael ordered him, and waited eagerly to hear Michael's next words. Phil's own naked cock grew to 12 inches, hard, full and instantly excited.
"Well, dad, I uh, honestly, I don't know what to say. I mean, I've always put you and Bobby and Chris before everything else in my life, but if that's how you really feel, then tell me, what can I do?", Phil asked, his naive face showing his enthusiasm.
"Well son, I'm really horny, and we're all just guys. It's completely natural for us to have urges, and to prove your loyalty, I order you to get on your knees and suck me off.", Michael declared again, pointing to his rock hard cock while puffing out his chest, his muscles straining Gerald's cock further.
For what seemed to be a minute, Phil looked at his father like the command was a joke. When Michael failed to show anything to prove that he wasn't serious, Phil swallowed, and looked to his father's penis. Slowly, he got out of the swiveling chair and moved in front of his father, nervous and unsure; he couldn't seem to decide whether or not to kneel, as his father's crotch just wasn't at a height he could become comfortable with. Michael, seeing his son's problem, and suddenly unsure about what he was doing himself, sat down on Phil's soft bed, his hard dick and large balls both dangling over the wooden surface.
Phil hesitated, "Are you sure about this, dad? I mean I really want to do what you say and be a good boy and show my loyalty, but you have always told us to resist our sexual urges." "I know son, but I have suddenly come to realize that it's much more important that you learn discipline. I think it will be good for you to learn how to suck dick boy, so get to it!" Now that his father's dick was at a good height, Phil knelt down and moved his head to his father's nether regions, Michael's muscular and hairy legs separating to give his son more room to work. Wrapping his arms around Michael's thighs, Phil brought the mushroom head to his lips and opened his mouth.
The taste of Michael's cock as it slipped into Phil's mouth was intoxicating. Actually, everything about the experience was intoxicating to Phil. Phil loved Michael's manly, musky smell, and loved the velvety feel of Michael's skin as his lips moved over it. It was difficult to take the whole head into his mouth, but he managed to breath out of his nose and move his tongue around enough to do it. His jaw started to ache right away, but he didn't consider pulling the huge dick out of his mouth for even a second. It was crucial to Phil that he prove his worth to Michael and his brothers.
For his part, Michael was in heaven. Phil's lips sliding down his cock head had felt heavenly and just plain right, and the feel of his dick now in Phil's mouth made Michael want to come right away. The fact that deep down, Michael was ashamed and horrified of all this, only made his cock even more rigid in Phil's mouth. As Phil sucked Michael's cock head in and out, barely getting just the head all the way in, Michael couldn't help himself as he built to a large and gratuitous orgasm.
Meanwhile, Gerald watched all of this with glee. He had pulled his cock out of his own pants and was standing watching, handling his own meat as he watched Phil handle Michael's. He realized as he got close himself that he wanted to see Phil get really dirty. He quickly and quietly pulled up his pants and stepped out of the room to make more wishes without being heard.
"I wish that no one in this house could cum until I want them to. I also wish that Michael and his three boys will agree with anything I tell them, and they will be more than happy to carry out any suggestions I have for them, including suggestions on how they should feel. And I wish that none of them would find this in the slightest bit weird or unusual."
As he pictured what the future would be like in the Forester house, Gerald's hand slipped between his balls, and he instantly realized that while he'd been making so many changes to the Foresters lives, he had forgotten to make changes to himself, mainly involving what his faulty genetics had given him. His cock was nice now, but he'd forgotten about 'fixing' everything else. Well, now he was going to remedy the situation.
"I wish that my balls were the size of large lemons and could produce enough cum for me to jerk for hours. I wish that I had the endurance of ten Olympic athletes. I wish I had total control over my cumming. I wish that I could see perfectly with or without my glasses."
The last wish made Gerald particularly happy, the corners of his vision finally becoming clear for him after years of near blindness. He didn't take off his glasses; wearing them was too much of a habit for him now. He quickly forgot about them as he started fondling his now huge balls, sighing as he felt their weight and sensations he'd never had the pleasure to experience before.
Gerald couldn't resist a gander at his new equipment, and shoved his pajamas and boxers down below his crotch, quickly grasping his scrotum as it came into view. He rolled his balls around in his huge sack, fondling the huge, egg-shaped spheres until he couldn't take it anymore, and began palming both them and his cock. Using his large palms until he finally willed himself to cum, semen gushed out of his enhanced cock and splattered onto the wall across from him.
As his sex-high began to dim, Gerald smirked as he caught sight of what was once a "pure" patch of tan, now a soupy mix of opaque orange and white, trails already making their way down to the clean white carpet below. It didn't register in Gerald's mind to wipe his mess up, but even if it did, it wouldn't have mattered. Gerald was living out his fantasy, and in no way did that include cleaning up spunk, especially his own! Still, now that he thought of it, having random, unprotected sex all the time did leave room for problems to arise. Better safe than sorry; after all, Gerald had no idea if he was going to be keeping his trinket for any longer than the next minute.
"I wish that no matter what kind of sex is involved or with who, with or without a condom, any man living in this house will not receive or pass on any kind of STD or sickness. I wish that germs would no longer be an issue in this house when it comes to sex. I wish that if there was any cum laying around that doesn't become washed off where it is for half an hour, it will fade and vanish with no marks."
His wishes made, Gerald brought his mind back to his previous task, and he stepped back into the teenager's room. Phil was still happily sucking away at his father's huge pecker, and Michael was now slowly thrusting his hips back and forth into Phil's eager mouth, lifting the older man's toned ass clean off the bed. Both men were making pleased, almost lustful, sounds, and Phil's face reflected this with an extremely content expression. Michael's hands were (somewhat surprisingly) practically knit into the fabric of the bed covers, the large knuckles almost white, to keep them from grasping the younger man's head.
The expression on Michael's face was a mixture of bliss, torture, and something that Gerald had imagined once before: shame. Shame from having told his son to commit such a sin. Shame from enjoying the same sin. And most of all, shame from knowing who was responsible for making it all happen, and not having made a single move to stop it. The sight of it all made Gerald's cock bead precum, even after his jerk session, and as he allowed his pajama pants and underwear to pool around his legs, he spoke out to the physically befuddled parent.
"Michael, you like Phil sucking on your big cock. I know you do." Michael quickly nodded, grunts slipping past his pursed lips.
"And, you like telling him what to do for his own good, isn't that right?", Gerald continued. Michael nodded again, now breathing out of his mouth before clenching his teeth. 'Phil must be a quick learner', Gerald thought to himself, grasping and jerking his own cock as he continued to watch the sex scene in front of him. Wanting to get a closer view, Gerald planted himself beside Michael, gleefully looking down at Phil's stuffed, happy face.
"But you feel shamed, guilty and sinful for this, don't you? I can see it, and it's only getting worse for you", Gerald started, the first part an actual question and not another statement, whispering right into Michael's ear. Michael's eyes closed tighter than before, if that were possible, and Gerald knew he was close to making his fantasy image into reality. Before he could continue though, there came a thunderous banging from the first floor. Since the hallway was empty, there was nothing to keep Gerald from hearing the grisly screaming that followed.
"MICHEAL! MICHEAL, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! HOW COULD YOU, A MAN OF GOD, ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN IN A SUCH A RIGHTEOUS PLACE?!"
Gerald instantly stopped what he was doing as an unwelcome image entered his head, and had he not become perpetually horny, his erection would have deflated instantly. Reverend Thomas Maser was as much a pain to Gerald as pancreatic cancer, not that he'd ever had that before. Thomas was the head of the local church, and Michael Forester's best friend. Now, unlike Michael, who tolerated Gerald and his activities and chose not to become any more involved with the portly man, Thomas was practically waging war on him.
Thomas had a very high opinion of God and those who worshiped him, and a deplorable view of everyone else. During the one time that he'd spent in Gerald's house, he'd criticized Gerald for the house's lack of maintenance, the total lack of a cross, bible or any other kind of Christian mark and had searched through almost every single square inch of the house's lower floor. It was a miracle that he hadn't searched the dvd tray, otherwise he'd have found one of Gerald's incestuous sex shows, which would have undoubtly brought about an angry mob, and things were bad enough as they were.
However, even with the new alterations Gerald had made, it didn't seem like Thomas' opinion had gotten any better.
"IT'S THAT EVILDOER GERALD, ISN'T IT?! HE'S BEHIND THIS, ISN'T HE?! MICHEAL, GET OUT HERE AND LET ME IN!!"
Gerald slowly, if angrily, got up from the plush blanketing, holding Michael down as the white man struggled to get up.
"No, Michael, stay here. You and I both know you want to stay here and let Phil suck your cock till you cum. Phil, you'll want to suck your daddy with all you got till he cums, got it?", Gerald commanded. Michael just sighed pathetically as he planted his ass back on the bed, Phil tightening his hold on his father's legs as he swallowed even more of Michael's dick and pre-cum, more of it disappearing into his hungry mouth.
Gerald, not wanting to have Thomas around any more than he needed to be, left the bedroom, shutting off the lights on his way out and closing the door behind him. Another sigh left the room before the door clicked in place, and it was solely the knowledge of what was going on behind the closed door that gave Gerald a small smile. Turning back to the task at hand, Gerald marched down the hallway, ignoring his still wet cum spot, passed down the flight of stairs, and made for the front door, his hard cock bouncing all the way, slapping his large midsection. He was about to open the door when he heard another sound, barely audible above the deafening door, coming from the living room... with a window the whole world could see through.
Gerald put it all together before he even reached the room's entrance: Thomas must have come through the neighborhood for one reason or another, and looked through the Forester's living room window, only to catch sight of a naked Chris, likely with a hard-on pointing directly at the boy's head. Since the boys no longer wore clothes in the house, it was obvious why Thomas would be in such a rage. The sight itself was self explanatory too: Chris was still lying down on the couch and there was a gleaming trail going up between his pecs before stopping. The slick white trail started at his hard eleven and a half inch pecker. Gerald couldn't help but feel his smile get bigger, and even as he spoke, he knew he was going to love living there a whole lot more than he ever anticipated.
"Hey, Chris, why did you...", he started, before the source of the racket moved to the window, the glass garbling the "holy" Reverend's words. Gerald couldn't take it any longer, and Chris himself looked fairly scared.
"I wish that Thomas would go back to his car and stay there for the next ten minutes, quietly. I wish that anyone who looked at the Forester's property wouldn't see a single thing wrong and that any pictures or video taken of the residence would show Michael, the boys and me clothed and doing normal, regular things," Gerald's voice low, to keep Chris from hearing. For a second, it looked like the necklace had failed, but when Thomas' voice softened, and eventually disappeared, Gerald knew where he was.
"Wh, wh-what was that all about?", Chris weakly asked, looking up at Gerald with frightened and confused eyes.
"Oh, nothing worth your worry Chris, don't worry about that at all.", Gerald said, ruffling Chris' long blond locks. Chris nodded, slowly, and his face brightened with a sense of security, all sense of fear leaving him.
"Oh, ok then Gerald. A-anyway, what were you saying earlier?"
"Oh yeah, that. Chris, what is that?" Gerald said, pointing to the slick trail on Chris' torso.
"That? That was some pre from my dick. I was, uh, well, I was lying down the wrong way and the pre kinda traveled down. Anyway, I set myself right, so everything's fine.", Chris explained offhandedly, looking a little sheepish over the incident. Subconsciously, he tried to hide his fingers from view, as the tips were a little musky and sticky; this action only served to bring them to Gerald's attention.
"Show me your hand Chris.", pointing to the blond's right hand. Chris' face reddened as he did, not suspecting foul play to be the cause of his actions, and he held it up for Gerald to inspect. It took Gerald no time at all to notice where the excess pre had been stuck, and an idea quickly took form.
"Chris, stick these fingers in your mouth and suck them clean.", Gerald commanded, his voice still friendly and comforting. Chris did as he was told, and slipped the first two digits of his right hand into his mouth, sucking off all the pre that they'd collected. The taste didn't particularly agree with Chris, and his face showed his displeasure.
"Chris, you love the taste of pre, yours or anyone else's. It is a million times tastier and more addicting than anything you've ever had.", Gerald stated, a smirk starting to appear. He had plans for this young man, oh yes, he did.
Chris's face changed from one of displeasure to a look of joy. At first, the blond hunk hadn't liked the taste of pre-cum, but as it started to sink into his taste buds, and Gerald commented on it, Chris suddenly realized he genuinely liked the taste. His hand reached down for more, but his repressive upbringing kicked in, and Chris hesitated, debating whether or not he should have more of the unholy treat, as he did know where it came from. Then, Gerald felt some of his own cum on his chest and felt compelled to share. He took two fingers and scooped up the cum from his stomach and chest, then stuck them in Chris's mouth. It was a quick gesture, but proved enough to break Chris' resolve. The beefy wrestler's eyes became unfocused and glassy as he as took a moment to suck and enjoy Gerald's cum; the second time the musky fluid had touched his lips, all resistance he had was lost. He dipped his fingers down onto his own sticky trail to clean himself off and savored every moment.
As much as he wanted to put it off, Gerald knew he still had to deal with Thomas, as the Reverend's tirade was only going to be put off for another seven minutes, eight at the most. Giving a pleasant wave goodbye to Chris, who was now palming his rigid cock for more precum, Gerald walked to the front door, took a deep, calming breath, opened to the door, and stepped out into the world.
Once the glare from the sun's light faded away, Gerald gazed around, waiting once more for the surprised screams. Needless to say, like the first time, they never came; Donald was walking out of his house, carefully looking about for Michael's rage, before dashing to the safety of his Toyota; Mrs. Carthima, another devoted Christian and Gerald's other neighbor, gave Gerald a pleasant wave as she power drove off to go grocery shopping, while her twin sons, Trevor and Terrance, practiced shooting hoops in the driveway. Gerald took a quick glance to his state of dress, and noted that not only was he still nude, he still had his hard-on, though since he was no longer inside it was starting to droop. And then there was Thomas, still sitting in his car, ranting to himself, moving his hand over the car horn as if to blare it, but stopping just short of.
Much like Gerald, Thomas wasn't an attractive man. He had scars from his acne as a teen, he was also balding (he had a large spot on his head exposed) and he wasn't the tallest man on the block. He was actually fairly short, only coming up to 5'6", shorter than Gerald's own 5'11" stature. Then there were the clothes he insisted on wearing: when he wasn't wearing his church robes, Thomas had an unusual habit of buying plaid, clashing, or even too tight clothing, accenting his own physical imperfections. To put it simply, when out of church, Thomas was an eyesore. It was truly a wonder that he ever found an attractive wife and had two gorgeous sons with her.
Gerald sauntered up to Thomas' station wagon and wrapped on the window a couple times. Power windows whined as they pulled down the safety glass, and Thomas' puffed, red face replaced it.
"What do you want, blasphemer?", he gruffly whispered, still following Gerald's previous wish, giving his nemeses a compounded glare.
"Nothing sinful Thomas, I just wanted to talk, that's all.", Gerald cheerfully replied, giving the pendant a quick rub as he whispered under his breath.
"I wish that Thomas would go into another one of his long winded speeches about purity and how I'm a threat to it. I wish that he wouldn't notice that I'm not listening and wouldn't notice when I make wishes in front of him.", a smile coming to Gerald's face as he realized that he was, indeed, a threat to the family's purity. Oh well, what was there to do about that?
Thomas was only too happy as he started ranting about how Gerald was a mark against god's will and an aid to the devil, and Gerald suspected that Thomas would have started it up even without the black man's influence. Never the less, he put Thomas' words out of his head, and tried to think of an appropriate way to get rid of the man he knew and hated, one way or another.
It took Gerald a while to think of a good wish, even with the other man's rant at a whisper level. Of course, it didn't exactly help when Gerald's previous wish timed out, and the reverend's voice came back up to it's normal volume, which was rather deafening. However, another wish made by Gerald, one which Thomas paid no heed to, and Thomas was quiet once again, leaving only the occasional passerby to distract him with a friendly hello.
To get his libido back up, Gerald decided to spruce up his neighborhood, and make it more to his liking. Gerald made some wishes, and made some changes that were unnoticed by anyone but him.
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Trevor and Terrance continued their basketball practice after their mother had left the driveway, and were currently just shooting hoops from the end of the driveway. When Terrance scored a point, Trevor would kiss his twins cheek, and vice versa, neither of them adverse to this show of behavior. With every point that was scored, the brothers would get a little more intimate, moving from the cheek to the lips, every kiss lasting a bit longer than the last. They continued in this fashion, until their tongues were touching and were swapping saliva. They started getting friskier after this, giving each other slaps on the ass and rubbing each other's back while kissing. Again, they continued this until they were both shirtless, sealed in a deep lip-lock, with Terrance's hands down the back of Trevor's shorts and Trevor's hands roving Terrance's back and neck.
Walter, a masculine, rough-looking plumber in his thirties, was driving back from a rather annoying job someone had set him up with and just wanted to do something relaxing, like watch TV while nursing a beer. This obviously only furthered his troubles; his wife had recently left him for a younger man; his job barely paid him enough to get him by; and no matter how hard he searched, he could never find affordable housing. Though he didn't recognize most of the houses on this block, he did recognize one house, one which once housed a rather nice man, Gerald something. He'd been called there before, as the house's plumbing was in really bad shape, and the two of them had really hit it off. He'd gone there twice again, and durring the last one, Gerald asked the other man out on a date. Though genuinely flattered, Walter gently turned him down, explaining how his wife had just walked out on him and he didn't want to be with anyone for the time. The two of them remained on good terms, though.
Just after Gerald's house, with a little help from Gerald, Walter found himself suddenly aroused at the sight of two young looking twins, both of whom were currently shirtless and kissing and embracing each other. Though he normally averted his eyes from such a scene, Walter suddenly felt an urge to go to the boys and show them how things were done, as the two were obviously new to making out. He slowly drove up the boy's driveway and parked his car, the two teens quickly unsure as to what to do; their heads said kiss, but their common sense told them to be wary.
Walter got out of his car looking big, beefy, and confident in his blue jeans and wife-beater, which was suddenly tighter than normal, packed with more muscle than before, and his large potbelly diminished slightly, but only enough to add to his charm. In good humor, he held up his hands, joking how he was unarmed, and started conversing with Trevor and Terrance, getting their names before pointing out the flaws in their make-out session. When the teens asked how someone was supposed to kiss, Walter gathered both boys into his arms, grabbed their asses with his firm, calloused hands, and pulled them each in turn in for a big, sloppy tongue kiss. Both boys were left breathless by this experience, which only served to make Walter more aroused, causing him to kiss each boy again three more times.
By the time he was finished, all three of them were desperately in need and headed into the Carthima house, Walter ready to rip the boy's clothes off as soon as the door was closed. And he did. They spent hours together, making the occasion truly memorable. They were safe from discovery, as Mrs. Carthima would be pleasantly held up at the supermarket by one of her female friends, the boy's father was busy at work till nightfall, and no-one else seemed to see any of the entire scenario. When Walter left he was sore once again, though he wasn't complaining, and the boys were left with Walter's cellphone number, his address, and a distinct impression of the older man's impressive cock and tongue left in their heads, asses and mouths.
The boys managed to get the house cleaned up before their parents arrived home, and later that night, the boys abruptly found themselves desperately needing to sleep together in the same room (bed really), which they did comfortably, though little sleep was involved that night. They quickly informed the elder Carthimas of this fact (save the part that they used the same bed, and what they did in it), and the Carthima parents decided to make some extra money by renting out the unused room. Terrance, Trevor, and Walter were all genuinely surprised, and elated, when the plumber applied for board and, within half an hour, signed a contract for the next three years. Walter happily paid the fee to move into the household, as the family was kind and the rent was less than half of what he had paid for his apartment, though he'd be spending very little time at night actually in the comfy room. Neither of the elder Carthimas would notice, of course, and the twins' happiness wouldn't alert anyone to the nightly visits.
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Cole, a rather average joe that had just moved onto the street, had been walking his dog Charlie when he passed by the Forester's house; he'd met Gerald previously, when the two of them were stuck at the supermarket, and even chased away a Christian man who had picked Gerald as a target. The other man was named Gregory and, after nailing a cross to Gerald's front door a few months previous (which had cost a pretty penny to fix), had decided to try and recruit/coerce Gerald into providing for the church thrift sale. Gerald liked Cole, and decided to give a reward to the younger man for his deed.
Cole wiped his brow as he passed by another driveway, not bothering to check the yard for persons to wave to; he was just plain tired. Cole was the unfortunate target at work, the "bus boy" as they were called, and was forced to grab things such as coffee and files for his higher-ups with the ever present threat that should he refuse, he would be fired, demoted, or given a severe pay-cut. More than once he wished for someone to allow him to relax, to handle the house for him while he worked, and just maybe work through some of the taxes. Little did he know that his wish was about to become true, with a few fringe benefits from Gerald.
Cole didn't react when Charlie's leash unclipped itself, nor when the dog yawned and padded back home, despite the fact that the rottweiler was less than trustworthy off his leash. Cole, suddenly feeling like forgetting his troubles for once in life, stretched and walked into the shade, leaning against a somewhat unsturdy fence, closing his eyes and relaxing. He did this until he felt a small tug on the leash and, like before, wasn't surprised by who he saw it clipped to.
The leash Cole was holding was now clipped to Gregory, who was clad in nothing but tight, white and very full briefs. Gregory's briefs were straining at the pleasure of being able to serve the man now holding his leash. Gregory would forever more do his utmost to please Cole, his new owner, who now had rather degrading interests. The more degrading Cole's order, the more turned on it would make Gregory. And Cole would from now on find it extremely arousing to order Gregory around and have Gregory wait on him and Charlie hand and foot.
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A jogger, named Eric, had also just run by. While he had a good body and a pleasant personality, he was a fan of Thomas' homophobic sermons. However, despite his preferences, he made sure to keep on Gerald's good side (mostly by not talking about Thomas or his sermons outside of the church or his house), and even sent the other man Christmas cards; it was these traits alone that kept Gerald from completely screwing Eric over.
Eric was a short guy, but overall well-proportioned, and wore fitted clothes to show off his physique. Today, he was wearing a black and green singlet and a pair of navy track shorts that showed off his gluts. However, after passing Gerald, his clothes, which had been tight to begin with, had all started shrinking and splitting, leaving his torso completely and showing even more below the belt. Before Eric could protest, his running clothes had been replaced with a single, small, hot pink speedo, which enjoyed riding up his ass and disappearing between the cheeks, socks, and running shoes. But that wasn't the only change.
Eric's penis, which was once average-sized, had been replaced with a greatly enlarged package, now as thick as a beer can, that threatened to burst through the skimpy piece of clothing with every bounce the man made, and was already peaking out at a few places. His huge cock head poked out the top, while one of his now over grown nuts was straining the bottom left edge of the speedo. His formally hairy body was shaved, so there was no body hair on him anywhere, and where he had been a lean distance runner before, he was now a big, muscular sprinter. His chest was so big and thick now that it heaved as he ran, and his pecs were so developed they were almost mistakable for breasts. In fact, several folks thought Eric needed to wear a shirt to keep his pierced, man tits under control. Finally, his round and plump biceps were flexing as he carried his arms bent, and his bubble butt made it so much easier to lose sight of the bright speedo.
Oddly, no-one seemed to notice, much less Eric himself, that the relatively quiet, humble athlete had, in less than a minute, become an exhibitionist muscle man who wore little, if anything, on his over developed body. Perhaps it was the fact that Eric still had his old personality, or a similar one at least, as he still helped around the neighborhood from time to time, refused to accept payment for such deeds, and sent Christmas cards to his neighbors.
However, no-longer was he meek and quiet (nor straight); he never stopped himself from flirting on any man he was attracted to (and was strangely successful with his attempts), nor from flexing at one's request; he still went to church (one of the only places that he actually wore more than his average four pieces of clothing), though he ignored any of Thomas' sermons, and even challenged the man almost every time about the views the church was taking; and, to a select few, his Christmas cards were practically porn magazines, full of the various poses that Eric had taken and photographed over the year, most of them featuring his nude figure doing various acts of sex with other men.
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A passing black teen went from baggy shorts, shirts and socks to tight jeans and an open shirt, the outline of his salami sized package made all the more apparent. He was also now seductively sucking on a phallic shaped sucker, confidence and sexuality oozing from his pores, and his face held a pleasant look. As the large muscled bodybuilder/jogger turned back to go home, the teen stopped him. They started conversing, and as they did, their two bulges grew even larger, before they both slipped into a nearby alleyway, ready to have their unspoken fun. Despite their state of dress, no-one batted an eye.
The above men had all been kind to Gerald in small ways: a wave here, a hello there, and even a few blind eyes had saved them from Gerald's wrath, and even left them a bit happier. Those that weren't kind, on the other hand, were punished, like the man now tied with a leash.
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A pair of racist, homophobic rookie cops, who'd given Gerald numerous parking tickets without any real reason, were next on the list. Although just out of the academy, John was a little bit on the portly side, the beginning of a beer belly flopping over his belt, a frat boy who still liked to party too much and didn't spend too much time at the gym. At twenty-five and 6' 1", with his brown hair and brown eyes, he was rather unremarkable, save for the stud earring in his left ear. Vince, on the other hand, was on the scrawny side -- people were amazed he made it through the academy. In fact, in the police barracks, he was often kidded for his lack of body hair and muscle. His 5' 4" size didn't help. On more than one occasion other cops laughed at him as he stood in the changing room in his too large FTL briefs and tube socks. While twenty-seven, he looked fourteen, a joke that never seemed to grow old at the station. Both had no problem muttering unflattering comments under their breath when Gerald confronted them about writing tickets when there was still time on the meter or when the nose of his car touched the nose of the white line of the parking space. It didn't surprise Gerald at all that John had a Dixie flag on his pick-up truck, while Vince had religious bumper stickers all over the back of his car. Gerald spotted them as they were cruising around the neighborhood.
On one lap around the block, when Gerald spotted them, they were their regular selves. Then the changes started. John felt a tingling all over and then had a giant muscle spasm. When his head cleared, he found himself slumped in his seat, his formerly loose fitting uniform snug in all of the right places. Looking into the mirror, he noticed that he suddenly looked and felt older, but thinner. That said, he felt better. He noticed a lot more muscle as he shook his short sleeved uniform shirt and felt more in shape than he had in a long time. He also noticed that he had more hair on his arms and a tickle on his upper lip. He also felt something strange in his pants. All of a sudden his favorite gray Hanes boxer briefs seemed to contract and Vince was starting to look really good.
With Vince, the changes were more pronounced. All of a sudden, he felt somewhat crouched -- almost as if the seat setting on the cruiser was no longer right (it wasn't). He noticed he was sitting a lot taller in his seat and he began to itch a lot. Looking into the rear view mirror, he began to notice why -- all of a sudden, hair was sticking out from his undershirt and his uniform shirt. He also noted that his loose fitting uniform wasn't loose anymore. In fact, he suddenly felt a lot heavier and and there was a pain in his ear lobe. Moreover, he was thinking about how hot John was. Oh, and that itch above his lip....
By the time they finished the next lap, John and Vince suddenly found themselves to be thirty-three year old, 5' 10" red-headed identical twins with full mustaches and mirrored sunglasses -- in short, wet dreams from Gerald's 80's porn cop video fantasies. Their hairy, heavily muscled bodies looked like they had been poured into form fitting uniforms. In fact, the only way you could tell them apart was if you got into their pants. John was wearing a too-tight black, 2xist y-back thong that massaged his butt hole as he shifted in his seat, while Vince was wearing a similarly tight white one. What was worse, at least for their straight former selves, was that Vince and John were now unable to think of anything but of having perverted sex with the felons they dragged into their squad car. They especially enjoyed the fact that they would soon be waving their asses in the air, begging black or Hispanic thugs to screw them senseless before letting them go.
When they weren't on the job, John and Vince decided to start displaying themselves on stage at the local gay bar -- their gimmick was that they didn't have to change going from one job to another (okay, that and the giant double-headed black dildo that became part of the finale of their increasingly popular act). When Gerald finished making his changes to them, they knew what they were doing wasn't right (at least according to their former personalities) but they didn't care. When they stepped out of the car to do a drug bust in the next neighborhood over, their crotches filled in expectation and their asses twitched thinking that they would soon be filled.
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An alluring grad student, who had attempted to pull the burning dog poop bag prank on Gerald (several times), was now an overweight virgin with severe acne and a chalk length cock that was always at its hardest. This seemed fair turnabout in Gerald's mind, especially when he made the boy have a strong attraction for people he considered "colored". He spent a fair amount of time watching Gerald from afar, before Gerald caught on and moved him to the high school soccer team, most of the players now having strong roots from Brazil and Africa. Of course, the grad student would be completely obvious with his attention on how he watched the team; anything after that, Gerald didn't care about.
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Another two men, both part of the regular church service, both became unable to concentrate on anything other than the others' ass. All they could think of were all of the ways they would like to fill that ass, even though they knew it was very wrong to even think, much less consider. That wouldn't stop them, of course, from doing so every time they were alone, and for loving it all the same. The two came up with a simple solution -- a series of ben-wa balls that kept them connected when they weren't going to work or church. They caught Gerald's ire because of their tendencies to follow Thomas' example and heckle him with their egotistical views.
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Even Donald was hit with a few wishes; when he left his house, he had been going to pick up a few bills from down the street. When he returned, he was carrying a stack of porn magazines, all of which featured tastefully (and some tastelessly) nude men, with no attempt made on Donald's part to hide what he was carrying. If one looked inside his now huge undraped windows, which practically replaced the walls, they would see thousands of images of naked men posted on his walls, many of which displaying erotic material. And once Donald himself entered his house, he instantly removed his clothes, now being a complete and earnest nudist.
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Thomas' sons Sam and Dave also became victims of Gerald's perverse imagination. The two boys had been riding their bikes from door to door, proclaiming god's word at their father's suggestion. They had been knocking on Donald's door when they caught Gerald's eye, and then it was only a matter of time.
Sam's skin became a golden tan color, and his respectable button down shirt and black trousers faded away, leaving him in a tight red thong as his twenty year old body filled out with muscle. Dave grew from 5'7" to 6'4", his eighteen year old body becoming heavy with muscle. Thick black hair grew across his chest as his clothes faded away and he was left standing in a pair of tight black Lycra biking shorts.
With another wish Gerald made the two young missionaries have an extreme need to suck off any man whose door they knocked on, and for any man who answered the door to comply to this need. Of course, when Donald opened his door, naked as usual (for him), he was quite pleased to see Thomas' two sons, clad in only their tight clothing. The boys were quickly ushered inside Donald's house, the door was shut, and they were moved into the living room, where the two new hunks took turns with Donald's lacking cock. They'd be doing this all day, or til they got to the end of that block (which-ever came first), and would do this with the whole neighborhood, coming to Gerald once they finished for future changes.
Despite all of that fun, Gerald was still unable to think of a sufficiently punitive change to make to the wind-bagged Reverend, who was now making some sort of display with his hands. On the other hand, he had managed to get his erection back up to standard.
Gerald's face moved slowly into a wry smile as a suitably wicked thought made its way into his conscious mind. 'Thomas thinks he's so capable of trawling the town, passing judgment on any and all he deems wicked,' Gerald thought 'but I'd be doing so many people a favor if I knocked him down a peg or two. Or ten.'
Looking over to Thomas, Gerald gave the necklace a gentle rub and said, "I wish Thomas would carry on being as sanctimonious as ever, but every time he passes judgment on someone his IQ would get hit for a few points and he'll start to become the Neanderthal he truly is inside. I wish that when he can't think of passing judgment on anyone anymore he'll come here and be the household pet." Gerald looked over to Thomas with more than a little amusement and interest as to how long this was going to take. Then it occurred to him that Thomas, as he was, would make a truly ugly household pet.
"I wish that as Thomas becomes stupider, he will become more and more built and muscular, and that no one will notice the changes, except me. I wish that he'll get better and better looking as he gets stupider, but not notice any of the changes to himself either. I wish that he will not follow me if I leave him in mid sentence." Thomas dealt with, Gerald turned and left to go back inside. Thomas would be back at some point, but until then, Gerald still had a father and three sons to make over.
Of course, Thomas wasn't at all happy his intended audience had left him in mid speech (it was a very long one).
"Gerald, Gerald! You get back here right now, you devil worshiper, you!" he called out. Or tried to at least, since Gerald's previous wish for quiet on the driveway was still in effect. Rage once again filled the reverend's head as the black man gave a friendly, mocking wave to his enemy and closed the door. Without noticing, Thomas grew a bit taller, put on a few pounds of muscle, and lost some of his acne scars. He also lost the ability to do long division. Even so, Thomas didn't feel any different as he slammed his foot down on the accelerator, not noticing how tight his shoes had become with his increase in mass. And he certainly didn't feel the least bit sorry as he nearly ran into the joe whom Gerald had gifted with his very own slave.
It was beyond Thomas why he and his wife had moved into that particular neighborhood, what with all the flaming sinners there were running around. The very man trying to walk around his car was a prime example; not only didn't he go to church when he was supposed to, he had a leash clipped to a collar around another man's neck, who was almost completely naked! Who knew what his sons were up to now; he'd recently suggested to them that they should go around the neighborhood, spreading god's good will, but even though they seems to take to the idea, it was taking them practically forever to get through a single block. Just what on earth were those boys doing?!
As he condemned the two men, Thomas' IQ dropped a few more points, his shoulders became more rounded, and the hair on his chest grew to half an inch. He started grunting quotes from the bible, but was suddenly unable to remember which passage it was, though that didn't stop him from speaking out against them, and cursing them twice more, his size once again increasing with new-found bulk. There was a quiet ripping noise from his shoes as his growing toes pushed their way through the seams. By the time Thomas had gotten home, he had reached the size of a professional bodybuilder, having admonished almost every blasphemer he had seen (Gerald's wishes had left for there to be quite a few targets for Thomas to curse), though he'd been mostly ignored. He was now a rather good looking man, his slightly graying hair had regained its jet black color, thick hair covered his broad muscles. His clothing was in tatters, and his shoes had been abandoned in the car causing him to walk, or rather slouch up to his house in bare feet, large and hair covered with long finger-like toes. It took Thomas a minute to remember that he had locked the door when he had left earlier, another two to get the keys from the car ignition and another two to get the door open at all.
His wife, Patricia, would be gone for a few days on an over-seas business trip; Patricia was a wonderful wife, and loved her husband dearly, but even she had her limits with Thomas' religious speeches. Thus, Thomas was alone in his own house, which wasn't a good thing (for Thomas at least); in framed pictures were newspaper articles about gay-bashings in the area, and successful attempts by the church to lessen the rights of the LGBT minority. Thomas was so proud of these successes, a couple lead by him, that he actively condemned the people in the pictures, who were all victims of the church's actions. By the time Patricia returned the next morning, Thomas wasn't going to be living in the same home as her.
Back in the Forester household, Gerald decided to make a quick check on Chris to see how the wrestler was doing. When he looked into the living room, he saw that Chris was still laying on the couch, oblivious to the world, his head thrown back and his eyes listless. One of his hands was tightly wrapped around his cock, jerking it with a purpose, while he heartily sucked and licked the other clean, switching his hands around every few minutes, his cock drooling precum. His book had been long forgotten and was now lying on the floor.
Gerald wanted to stay and watch the blond hunk do more, but he knew that Michael and Phil were still upstairs in Phil's bedroom, both of them desperate for release. Gerald's cock went completely rigid thinking about both of them moaning in futility, wanting to come so bad but being unable to despite how close they must be and he made haste to the upstairs.
When Gerald opened the bedroom door, he saw that he had been right: Michael was standing now, and basically face fucking his sexy son as hard as he could, his hands tight around Phil's head, having given in to his body's desires. Phil was still holding onto his father's hip with one hand, and was now pulling on his father's balls with his other, his lips a little swollen from the long face-fuck. Phil's cock was leaking a long string of pre-cum all over the floor, and his large balls were as close to his body as they could be without withdrawing into them. Michael, though more lust filled than ever, was still showing signs of his old self; coming out of his eyes were tears, and his lips were moving in what was probably a silent prayer (it was difficult to tell, through all the moans and grunts). However, if one ignored this, they would assume that Michael was enjoying this more than his own son.
Gerald was, much like at breakfast, enjoying himself immensely. How could he not, since he was watching a live sex show, for free, and of his dream studs. Palming his hard cock once more, Gerald closed his eyes, and once again envisioned Phil doing so much more with his father, and he willed himself to cum. He shot a huge load, all over the carpet in front of him, some of it reaching Phil's thigh. As he did, he willed both Michael and Phil to shoot their own. Michael let out a triumphant howl, his balls unloading into his son's eager mouth. Phil shot his own jism all over the floor in front of him, managing to suck down every last drop of his father's. It was the most exciting and pleasurable thing either of them had ever experienced.
Gerald, having cum twice in the last hour, sat himself down on Phil's bed, and gave himself a small stretch, though was far from tired. Michael, one the other hand, was more exhausted than before and after he left go of his son's head, he fell back beside Gerald, his slick, hard cock sliding out of his son's mouth; he didn't care how he landed or looked, he just needed a break, as he'd had more sex in the last day than he'd had for the last umpteenth years. Unfortunately for him, Gerald wasn't going to let him have one. A confident smirk once again covered Gerald's face, and he started jacking Michael off, like before breakfast, the Christian man moaning in protest and pleasure. Gerald quickly grew bored with this, so he relented and allowed Michael to recover, wiping his slick hand on the other man's thigh.
"So Michael, tell me, how did it feel "disciplining" Phil? Did you enjoy yourself?", Gerald asked, taunting how Michael felt deep down. It took Michael a minute to reply, his breathing hard and his still hard cock slick and shiny with Phil's saliva.
"It, it was, one of the greatest things I've ever felt...", Michael honestly replied, his back resting against the wall, a sheen of sweat remaining on his face.
"But it's not enough Michael. Phil is still far from being a true Forester man, you know that."
"Yes, yes I do, but...", Michael started.
"No buts, Michael. Phil needs to be disciplined much, much more. No matter what, you have to make sure that he gets disciplined as much as possible, at least twice a day, and at least once with you," Gerald instructed. Michael nodded as he accepted this into his conscious mind. The subject of the conversation was rubbing his lips, feeling at how much bigger they'd gotten, as well as trying to clean-up all the mess that had been made from the endeavor. This didn't go amiss from Gerald's attention.
"Michael, Phil, why don't you two take a nice, long, hot shower together? To clean up from your "disciplining" session.", Gerald suggested, both men slowly getting up from their spots to the door, still very sore. Gerald instantly thought of more ways to spice things up for them, and called after them to implement them.
"Make sure that you two stay in there for at least half an hour. Michael, rub yourself against Phil firmly, a lot. Hold him, press your hot cock against his back and crack, rub your hands all over his body, kiss him as much as you can. Actually, as long as you two are together, kiss each other at least once every few minutes, and not just on the lips, though focus on the lips a lot. Don't think about what you two are doing, just do what feels good and sexual, and Phil, don't forget to jack yourself and your dad off too, make lots of pre," Gerald barely managed to get the last suggestion out before the two Foresters were out of earshot, both of them passing by Bobby just after he finished himself.
Gerald happily sighed, feeling content with how things were going; in one day, he'd managed to work his way into the home of the stud farm he wanked off to every day previous, rid himself of two enemies, and changed the neighborhood into a pervert's secret fantasy. If things stayed this way, for about a week or so, he'd be able to die happy. 'And to think, yesterday I was thinking of putting a camera somewhere in the house to film these hunks doing normal things,' he thought to himself, 'Wait a minute...', and then he realized yet again that he didn't have to miss the fun.
"I wish that there were multiple waterproof cameras in the Forester's shower, showing whoever is inside from every angle with perfect lighting and sound. I wish that the feed from the cameras would go directly to my computer..." Gerald faltered once he remembered that he didn't have a computer; despite the fact that Gerald had a steady job, he spent most of his money on gay porn and his house, and didn't have enough cash to pay for a fully working computer. Oh well, that was the least of his problems right now.
"I wish that I had a top of the line super-computer, that was the size of a regular computer and had five thousand terabytes of memory. I wish that the feed from the cameras would go directly to my computer whenever someone was in the shower and would record everything that happened from every angle. I wish that my super-computer couldn't be hacked, traced, or blocked, couldn't catch computer viruses, had an invincible firewall, and had it's own power supply, and that it had it's own super-fast internet connection. I wish that no-one would find my computer odd nor use it without my permission. I wish that there was a program on the computer that would allow me to watch the shower videos however I wanted to from any angle no matter how many times I watch them. Oh, and I wish that the Forester's hot water tank could produce an endless amount of hot water without increasing the water bill."
When Gerald wished for his new computer, he simply listed things off from his mind -he knew that a terabyte was a lot, but not how much it was-, as he simply wanted a computer for which he could use to his heart's content without worry. Besides, who knew what he could do with all that hot shower footage! Oh, he would watch it, of course, and maybe he could even turn it into the pornography, make a killing selling it out. Of course, that would only happen if Gerald actually needed the cash, which he didn't. The hot water was simply to make house living easier.
Bobby, who had found both his brother and his father's appearance rather odd, looked into Phil's room, clad in only a towel; though he was still taking his father's suggestion to heart, Bobby didn't consider a towel to be clothing, and his erection made his image a little ridiculous. When he caught sight of Gerald, his face still held a confused look.
"Hey, Gerald, did you notice anything weird about dad and Phil, just now? They look kind off, and Phil's lips look like they've been stung by something. Is he having an allergic reaction or something?"
"No no Bobby, don't worry. Lets just say that Michael and Phil are bonding with each other. Come, sit down, and lets talk. And take off that towel, you really don't need it", Gerald instructed, waving Bobby's worries away offhandedly, more interested in getting the young man completely uncovered, patting an open spot beside him. Without thinking about it, Bobby let the fluffy white towel slide down his toned figure, revealing to Gerald something of a disappointment.
While Bobby was attractive, when Gerald saw him up close, he just didn't seem to compare kindly to his younger brothers. For starters, his cock and balls were much smaller than theirs were, even while erect, and his body wasn't as muscled as theirs either. Even Phil was more muscular than Bobby was, and they were both involved in the same sport. Then there was the lack of most of his father's handsome features, such as his chiseled jaw, and if Gerald looked closely enough, he could see some marks on Bobby's body, where as the other Forester men were mark less. Obviously, Bobby had fallen into the low end of the gene pool. And there was that time that he'd disappeared for a few weeks, apparently leaving only a few phone messages every so often, before returning in time for college. When living beside a household as interesting as the Foresters, someone (like Gerald) was bound to pick up on a few things.
Bobby sat down beside Gerald, as asked, and looked at him questionably.
"So, Gerald, what did you want to talk about?"
Gerald thought on it for a moment, and decided to go for broke. After all, he could just change it later, or get Bobby to forget it with a suggestion.
"Well Bobby, I was just wondering if I could learn a few things about yourself. Are you attracted to girls? I'm only asking because I heard from a few of the neighbors that you've been fucking a few of the gay guys around here. Answer honestly," Of course the reason was a blatant lie on Gerald's part, as Bobby was very much a virgin, but Bobby didn't know that.
"What?! No, I'm as straight as a board. There's no way in hell, er, I mean, well, there's just no way I'd even think of having sex with another guy", Bobby stammered, correcting himself from swearing, bless his heart. Gerald smiled; he had many more questions (and answers) for Bobby to answer to.
"Okay then, I'll be sure to mention that to the rumor-mongers. Now, why did you disappear that one time? It's ok Bobby, tell me.", Gerald inquired, steadily pressuring the lad into talking. Bobby swiftly became nervous, quickly getting up from the bed and heading to the door, mumbling something about yard work. Gerald wasn't even close to stopping.
"Bobby, get back here, sit down, and stay here while you answer my questions, now.", he commanded. Though he desperately wanted to escape his interrogation, Bobby complied, slowly shuffling down to his previous seat and looking incredibly scared. Then he started talking, quietly.
"Well, um, I left because, um...", he started mumbling again. Gerald, starting to become a bit annoyed by the whole act, commanded Bobby once again, this time leaving no room for pleasantries.
"Bobby, tell me why you disappeared in a clear, normal voice.", and Bobby collapsed upon himself, tears falling from his adult face.
"I was taking surgery to make my dick bigger, okay? Here, look, you can see the scars from it", Bobby explained pitifully, getting up from his seat to show Gerald his penis, white lines crossing here and there.
"This was the biggest they could get it with one go. I was going to go there a second time, but then dad and the others started asking questions and I couldn't go back, and they all are so much bigger than me, and most of the other guys at school were too, and I couldn't handle being the smallest and I was being harassed and, and...", Bobby rambled on, eventually breaking out into tears for his shame being exposed. For the briefest moment, Gerald felt sympathetic for the Forester son, having gone through a similar crisis during his own youth. The moment quickly passed, but Gerald decided to help the younger man out, none the less.
"There there Bobby, it's ok, plenty of men take surgery to increase the size of their equipment. It's why the practice exists", Gerald comforted, taking the swimmer into his arms, their hard cocks brushing up against each other. Bobby struggled at first, not wanting to seen as a pathetic sissy, but eventually allowed himself to be held. Silently, while Bobby wasn't listening, Gerald whispered a few wishes.
"I wish that Bobby's cock and balls will grow to be twice as large than they are now. I wish that Bobby was more toned than he was before and didn't have any scars. I wish that Bobby will be happy that I have a wish granting necklace and wouldn't talk about it to anyone, think about it, or suspect that I'm making any changes around the house or to other people."
Once again, the necklace failed to give immediately apparent results, but once Gerald felt his crotch being brushed up with something that hadn't been there before, he knew that the necklace had worked perfectly. Of course, a look downwards proved that everything had gone quite nicely; where Bobby had been lackluster, he was now a walking Greek statue, with proportionate muscles for a swimmer to have, and a good sized crotch. Beforehand, Bobby had a thin penis that was only six inches long, with rather small testicles; now he had a true man's cock, twelve inches long with balls that belonged on a porn star. It wasn't as thick as Gerald's cock, but when Bobby looked down, the sight was enough to get him to stop crying.
"Hey, wha, what's that?", he asked to no-one in particular, confused as to what he saw. Gerald suddenly as significant as chopped liver, Bobby walked out to the hall, and then to the closet, where a full length mirror was kept. As soon as he opened the door, and was greeted by the new him, he jumped back, eyes wide, only able to say "Wow", as he checked himself over, feeling every new nook and cranny that his athletic body possessed. When he got to his crotch, of course, he was more than happy, and he started giving his cock a few appreciative rubs, savoring how it felt to have such a piece of meat. He didn't give any thought to the silent moans coming out under the bathroom door.
His previous revelation forgotten, Bobby closed the door, shaking his head with mock disbelief, a joyous smile etched onto his face. Gerald watched the whole thing from Phil's door-frame, his own crotch showing his appreciating of Bobby's new body, and Bobby caught sight of him.
"Gerald, Gerald, look, look at me! I mean, I, I wasn't like this before, but, but now, now, look at me! It's like, like, well, like magic or something, but still, I mean...heck, I've had dreams of looking like this Gerald! And now it's true...do, do you think that god did it, or something?", Bobby rambled, the euphoria from such a moment flooding through his head. He instantly caught on to Gerald's odd smile, and started suspecting something was up. Bobby quickly thought back to when he first noticed his change, and what Gerald had been doing...and then it hit him. At first, he couldn't speak, just pointing at Gerald with a single finger, his mouth wide open, though he managed to find his voice.
"Yu, yo-yo-you did this?! Gerald, did, did you change me, to this?", Bobby stammered, still unable to do more than stand like an idiot holding his dick with both hands like a show and tell for Gerald to see. Gerald gave a showy, if somewhat mocking bow and said:
"Guilty as charged, Bobby."
The younger man smiled, let his now huge dick fall from his hands and hugged Gerald tightly, laughter coming out of his hot mouth as he thanks Gerald from the bottom of his heart. Gerald, too, felt a happy moment as he was genuinely thanked, but it passed by quickly, and he waited for the inevitable moment Bobby was going to have.
As the euphoria wore-off, Bobby quickly realized the impossibility of the situation, and when he pulled back from the embrace to ask Gerald, his face showed his confusion.
"Gerald, how, how did you do this? I mean, I'm grateful and all, but how did you do it?"
Gerald held out the necklace for Bobby to see and, with no fear of being discovered, motioned for Bobby to listen. The necklace itself was deceptively simple, actually, with a soft, intricate gold chain and a small, black stone, the size of a thumbnail, set in more gold. If one looked extremely closely at the necklace, however, they could see tiny figures carved into it's surface, possibly some kind of ancient language (few notice these markings, though).
"With this; it's a magic necklace Bobby, one which allows me to grant any wish I want. I got it at a church sale. Now, I've been hearing about your troubles Bobby, and trust me, I can sympathize with your situation. No matter how hard I tried in my youth, I was always picked on for who and what I was, and I couldn't stand to see you go through the same thing. The necklace has a limited amount of power though, so I can't go and wish for things like world peace. And it'll only allow me to make a certain number of wishes. It's a rather dangerous power, so I have to be extra careful when I do use it."
After the first sentence, Gerald's explanation of the necklace was, to his knowledge, purely bogus, a story concocted for Bobby to believe. Bobby was, for the most part, in awe of the plain-looking jewelery; though he was raised to believe that all magic in the world was evil, and or didn't exist, he couldn't help but believe that the necklace was a true source of good will waiting to be tapped.
"That, that's incredible Gerald! And, and you used up one of your wishes to make me, into this? To help me through my troubles?", Bobby asked, grabbing his crotch once again, a small amount of regret in his voice.
"Well, it was actually quite a few wishes, since I needed to make sure that you weren't stuck with any side effects, but yes, I used them to help you", Gerald said, lying again about his involvement.
"Wow, Gerald, I, I mean, thank you, seriously, thank you, and, and if there's anything I can do for you, anything at all, please tell me and I'll do it for you!", Bobby offered whole-heartedly. Gerald smiled, the white man having effectively dug his own grave.
"Well, Bobby, that is really a great offer, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on it, for the moment. However, certain nights around this time of year, I have a very hard time falling asleep (he didn't), so would you mind coming to my room tonight and helping me out? I have to warn you though, you'll need to do every single thing I tell you to do, without question or compromise, OK?"
Bobby didn't seem the least bit suspicious, and enthusiastically nodded his head at Gerald's words.
"Of course Gerald, I'll do anything to help."
"You swear?", Gerald quickly questioned.
"Scout's honor. Um, is it ok if I go outside, and, um, do a few laps around the pool?", Bobby asked, smiling a little childishly, excited to try out his new build. Gerald waved him onwards, and Bobby ran down the stairs, stopping to grab Gerald's clothes from the hall, never noticing the cum spot directly across from them, now dry. He then ran back up, having forgotten to get his swimming trunks, entered his room, and ran back down and out the back door.
Still smiling, Gerald re-entered Phil's room, and navigated to the window; there was a clear view of the backyard from the windowsill, and Bobby was now snugly in his swimming trunks, his erection dying down since he left the house. Again, Gerald wasn't someone who stopped very easily, and already he was thinking of things for Bobby to do. He had an idea in his head for Bobby, to make the lad a bit more compliant that night.
"I wish that Bobby was completely attracted to men, especially me, and not to women. I wish that whenever he imagines himself in a relationship, it is always with another man. I wish that Bobby's memories would change so that he would think that his past relationships were a denial of his true (homo-)sexuality. I wish that Bobby will confide in me about his feeling for other men tonight."
Gerald pondered for a second, and once again went for broke.
"I wish that any time the Foresters go swimming, they wear tight speedos. I wish that when the Foresters swim at home, they wear nothing at all, and that no one would think this as odd or unusual or wrong. I wish that nobody would ever think about or question why the Foresters swim nude here and would only think good things about the Forester's bodies. I wish that the only person unaffected by these wishes is myself."
Almost immediately Bobby shed the red shorts, throwing them over the side of the pool in confusion, not realizing they were his own. He continued to swim around, marveling at how much easier it was to swim from one end to the other. He didn't seem to notice how much cooler his dick was.
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Inside the house, Gerald was having a grand time of; after having sent Bobby to swim uncovered, Gerald had gone to his room and turned to his brand new computer, which was up, running, and recording every moment that Micheal and his son spent in the same shower. Needless to say, Chris was well and long forgotten in the living room.
The program Gerald had wished up was incredibly easy for him to use (just the way he wanted it), and was currently set up for every few minutes to be made into an incredibly detailed video clip. If Gerald didn't know any better, he would have thought he could reach through the screen and fondle Phil's ass as he watched it. Of course, he couldn't, but it was nice to fantasize.
Currently, Michael was suckling on his son's hair, hot water streaming down his face and through his drenched mustache. His arms were firmly around Phil's torso, his large hands roaming the teen's impressive chest. Phil's hands, on the other hand, were behind his back, clinging to his father's large and fat cock and balls; the purple head never seemed to leave the small of the teen's back, though it didn't seem that Michael was minding. As if someone had told them, though, they quickly shifted positions, and brought their hairy chests together, Phil letting go of his father's cock and bringing his head up to his father's, their lips mashing together before leaving.
As Gerald watched, he realized that things weren't progressing as he'd hoped; instead of having a sex show worth jerking off to, it was as though he was watching an amateurishly executed porn film. Michael wasn't molesting his son, as Gerald envisioned, but simply rubbing appreciatively; Phil was only barely rubbing both their crotches; and the kisses the two of them shared were only pecks. Obviously, some things needed to be changed, and since Gerald didn't feel like getting up to tell them to do it, he rubbed the necklace and smiled.
"I wish that any time a man kisses Phil, Phil will turn the kiss into a long and hot french kiss that will leave the other man incredibly aroused. I wish that any time this happens, the other man will think that Phil was the one who started the kiss. I wish that any time Phil touches a dick, even his own, he will jack it off perfectly until he is finished what he was doing with it. I wish that whenever Michael rubs one of his son's bodies, he will practically molest them, though his son's won't notice anything wrong and think that its normal for their father to do that. I wish that the only ones who will notice these changes will be me and Micheal,"
The instant that Gerald's hand left the necklace, the effects became apparent. Michael's hands, which had just passed over Phil's bubble butt, were suddenly stuck on his son's ass cheeks, as if they were glued there. While Phil didn't seem to notice, Michael was alarmed at how his body was now acting, and it showed on his face. His hands began kneading Phil's rump, like a lump of bread dough, until Phil turned around to grab the soap, and Michael's hands were forced to his son's chest. Like with his son's ass, Michael's hands were immediately drawn to, and instantly began to fondle, the twin mounds of muscle Phil had worked to develop, only it was worse than before for the Christian father: not only had he lost control of his arms and hands, his waist was now forcing itself directly onto Phil's bottom, his erect cock now firmly wedged into Phil's crack.
Gerald was practically cackling as he watched Michael's face and couldn't help but whip out a few more wishes, at the father's expense, of course.
"I wish that whenever Michael's cock rubs against Phil, Michael will give in to the irresistible urge to hold onto Phil and grind his cock into him. I wish that Michael will do this for at least a minute, then go back to what he was doing before and become extremely proud, excited and ashamed of what he did. I wish that both Phil and Micheal will find this very pleasant and that any onlookers, other than myself, will not think of this as wrong, strange or reaction worthy."
If Micheal was surprised by his actions beforehand, he was now horrified to find his crotch pumping back and forth, grinding the veiny shaft between Phil's buxom ass cheeks and against his son's puckered hole. The hole was never breached, but Micheal was worried that it would only be a matter of time before it was. For his part, Phil was enjoying his father's administrations, and with his daddy's cock in an obvious place, Phil paid attention to his own meat, stroking it as though he'd jacked off every night since puberty. It was as though he he had never been an innocent, celibate Christian boy, as his throat uttered pleasured moans and his face was one of pure ecstasy.
Gerald's cock was now tightly gripped in his hands, and was leaking a large amount of pre at the sight of Phil's body. Just a bit more, and he'd be ready to blow.
*DING-DONG*...Gerald was somewhat surprised, but he kept at it. Almost there, just a bit more and Phil's face would be covered in his rich, musky...*DING-DONG* *DING-DONG* *DING-DONG* *DING-DONG*
Gerald sighed as he finally let himself up, even more disappointed when he found that Phil was moving in for a kiss. The day had been full of annoying buzz-kills, and he knew that no matter how attractive the man outside would be, he wasn't going to walk away unchanged, and if it wasn't a man at the door, that was going to change very quickly.
Gerald made a quick walk to the door, down the hallway and the stairs, and finally to the door itself. The bell had been rung almost non-stop since the first ring, and he found that he wanted to break the door down just to find who it was. When he angrily opened the door, he was surprised when another man's voice yelled at him.
"Hey man, put on some clothes! What are you doing, walking around in the nude?! And, come on man, what were you looking at?!?"
The one asking so many questions was one of a pair, a tall, broad, muscular blond with an okay face, and a smaller one with brown who couldn't have been more than nineteen, probably the other man's son. Currently, the blond stud was looking aghast, while the teen looked more disgusted than anything else, the fliers they held both forgotten on the front entrance.
The two were actually good looking; the blond man didn't have Micheal's grand looks, but he was someone Gerald would give more than a second look. He especially liked the stubbly left on the man's face, it gave him a rugged look that covered the flab his shirt didn't hide. The teen had his father's good face, and his body was skinny, but had some muscle tone. Gerald though to give them a bit of slack; that though was quickly shoved aside, and he gripped the necklace.
"I wish that anyone who walks to the door of this house will ring once and wait, no-matter what they see. I wish that you two will go into the Forester's kitchen, strip completely, and fuck each other until you're both too exhausted to go on. I wish that you two will do exactly as I say from now on, without question, and that you won't tell a single person about my involvement in any of this."
The two men at first looked at Gerald like he was crazy, but then they ran into the house, the older man literally ripping his shirt to pieces getting it off. The younger boy tore his pants as he tried to get them off. He was just beyond the door frame to the kitchen, when he tripped and rolled over. As he tried to get up, that's when the older man decided to grab his ass, and start ramming his engorged penis into the younger boy.
"FUUUUUUUU...." started the boy, who was both unprepared for the rear entry, as well as his own uncontrollable horniness. He grabbed the edge of the sink of balance, and with his other hand, started jacking off. Unconsciously, he knew the faster the came, the faster this kitchen orgy would end, and he could go.
When Gerald saw this, he changed the rules. "Come on kid, no handling your own junk. You've got to cum because your old man made you. Beg him to make you come, son."
"Please dad," begged the teenager. "Fuck me like a whore and make me cum, dammit." At this, the father took matters in his hand. While he grabbed his sons hip, to make sure the rhythm kept up with the ass-pounding, he reached around to jack his son's cock.
Gerald's dick began to bead pre once again; though these two were hardly a good replacement for the Foresters, they would do well in satisfying Gerald's perverted nature until he took the Foresters forever.
Standing behind the father of the two, Gerald whispered into the father's ear.
"When I fuck you, I want you to moan like it is the best feeling in your life. As long as another man fucks you, you'll groan like a slut, and you'll enjoy it to the last second"
Gerald then lined his huge prick with the father's pucker and, in a single swoop, penetrated it with his huge cock.
The blond man let out an almighty groan of untamed pleasure. No one would mistake him for anything other than total cock slut now, thought Gerald. As he pumped his cock back in forth he could barely contain a moan himself, especially with the nameless dad writhing and moaning like he had lost his mind to pleasure.
"Life will never get any better than this," said Gerald the pervert, thinking of how he had taken over the Forester family, changed all his neighbours, and now had taken control of a hot blond father son duo. He grabbed the necklace, which had been slapping against his chest as he pounded his new fuck.
"I wish all the men I had changed today where here in the house, engaged in a massive orgy."
The necklace glowed, and suddenly the kitchen was full of men fucking and getting fucked. Even the Foresters had been relocated from their parts of the house.
Gerald looked around at all the hot bodies. Some were rapt with passion, others were fucking desperately like rabbits, all of them had expressions of ecstasy, but some were twinged with shame. The thought of all that perversion was intensely erotic to Gerald, and he felt himself pumping cum into the blond man's ass. The necklace had made all his wishes come true.
"Who said there are no happy endings?"
The End
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17:01 on 2009-01-27 by Joan
I only needed this story to cum. Congratulations!
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20:24 on 2009-01-27
The ending was rushed, but it wasn' bad
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01:34 on 2009-01-29
wow amazing effort guys well done
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07:53 on 2009-01-30
i want more of stories like that, am i perverted?? ;)
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15:11 on 2009-01-30
I think it should be put back in the wiki as i think more stuff should be added
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16:51 on 2009-01-30
agreed
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19:51 on 2009-01-30
I think that this should be part of a series of wikis. This will be the first half of the day (with some edits for the ending) and the next wiki will be the second half
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02:24 on 2009-01-31
It was in the wiki for over 200 days I think (maybe even 300 days?) ... that's way too long. Better to stop regularly and start a second part.
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08:35 on 2009-02-04
Good. Very, very good. I am rather fond of stories with enough muscle bears/bulls in it, let along father/son action (pervert!). But as one said, the ending seems a little rushed but can't blame you for that since we already know the entire alternation of the town. Again, I love hairy muscle characters in mass ^^
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12:10 on 2009-02-26
Actually, I think that it only stayed up for two, maybe three months (it was alterted 200 times though). Also, I think that only that one block had been altered (but because of the sheer number of men, it does seem like more). Anyweys, I'm going to start up the second part soon; it'll start at dinnertime the same night. I'm also thinking of the ultimate corruption of the Forester family: marriage.
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11:33 on 2009-03-14
Marriage eh? Interesting... I wonder if you would indulge 'outsiders' into the town so they could be altered as well? ^_^
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18:31 on 2009-03-14
I don't see why not, really.
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19:02 on 2009-03-14
Yeah! Make Micheal marry Phil!
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04:32 on 2009-03-15
Only if someone other than the groom gets to kiss the bride!
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18:01 on 2009-03-28
Make gerald's penis bigger!
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07:24 on 2009-05-04
write more wishes fullfilled stories
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19:27 on 2009-05-20
Why is Gerald's penis so little if he could just wish for a massive one?
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13:28 on 2009-05-22
Why are you just complaining if you could change it yourself? And he already has a huge penis
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12:26 on 2010-08-19 by Pat
a very hot story !
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12:18 on 2011-10-04 by Hairy Balls
great story, horny images, more! More!
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