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Theme Park Wishes
🕑 Added 2019-06-05 18:52:23 +0000 UTCMark had never been the best of a father. It wasn’t from lack of trying; he’d always wanted a son that would play sports like he did. He wanted to go watch him play sports at high school. Even if it was soccer, Mark would have settled for that. Instead, Bradly was anything but an athlete. His small son had no drive for sports whatsoever. And with his stepfather that made it all the more apparent. Apparently the college educated man was more suitable for raising his child and Mark barely got to see him.
And the amount of time they’d spent apart, only made their time together all the more apparent that they had nothing in common. Besides the occasional action movie, they didn’t have much in common. He’d just graduated high school and would be moving away at the end of summer and Mark felt like it was one of the last times he’d be able to spend with his son. He was going to try to make these last few times he’d see his son count.
“You ready to go buddy?” he knocked on his sons door and slowly opened it.
Bradly jumped and spun around. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” he scolded.
“Sorry, just wanted to know if you were ready. We’re gonna hit all the lines if we wait too long.”
“I know. I know,” Bradly answered. He shoved something into his backpack and started for the door. “Let’s just get going. I’ll do it later.”
“Do what later?” Mark asked.
Bradly didn’t give him a response he just pushed past and then jumped into Mark’s pickup truck. After years of working construction, Mark had always found pickup trucks to be the most spacious and useful. There was a certain masculine nature about them that his son didn’t quite appreciate. It didn’t seem to matter what it was, they had almost nothing in common. But Mark was going to do his best to prove him wrong.
“I’ll go get some tickets,” he said gesturing towards the ticket booth.
However within those few minutes that Mark had left there were some of the guys from Bradly high school who decided to show up. “Look at the faggot,” one of them jeered.
“Dude, what are you even doing here? You bring your boyfriend along?”
“Oh wait you don’t even have one of those.”
Mark saw the other guys huddling around his son and got a bit worried. Even if they were the types of guys he’d hung out with at that age, he knew perfectly well that Bradly wasn’t. “There a problem?” he gruffly asked. The three jumped realizing they could get into trouble for what they were doing. Turning around they knew it’d be more than just a talking to. Mark’s large imposing body easily challenged the other more jocky guys. Their lithe trimmed muscle didn’t quite compete with his bulkier size. The sheer size of his hands were enough to say back off let alone the thick beefy arms they were attached to.
“No,” one of them coughed. Each of the three took a step back and tried not to piss off the giant of a man. “We were just moving on.”
“That’s what I thought,” Mark growled. The three turned away and started off towards the front of the park. They weren’t about to ruin their day for something so trivial. However at the same time Bradly didn’t seem all that impressed either. “What?” Mark asked a bit defensively.
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
“I know. That’s part of the problem,” Mark was starting to get a bit annoyed with his son. “You need to learn to stand up to your bullies.”
Bradly did not like that. “Stand up to them? They’re twice my size! You think I could do anything to even one of them? Let alone three!”
“That doesn’t mean you should let them push you around.”
“Let them!? You think I let them!? Jesus Christ! I wish you knew what it was like to be small like me! Do you honestly not think I’d stand up to them? Like yes. I wish I could be as big, strong and tough as you. But I’m not, alright! Do you not think… Shit… Do you not think that I wish I could fuck guys like that whenever I wanted? That I’d tear them down and let them know that I was boss?”
Mark took a step back. This was the first time he’d seen his son this angry before. And for some reason it scared him. He suddenly felt so weak standing next to the younger man. Like every second he was getting another inch shorter. Another 10 pounds lighter. Like his body wasn’t quite the same as it had been even seconds before. He felt weak and helpless next to his son. His hands had softened and any body hair he’d thought he’d had was completely gone.
Meanwhile his son seemed to tower over him. His strong muscular body easily dominated any room he were to walk into. The feeling of power emanating from his body by just standing next to him could scare most people. He wasn’t too rough though. But hearing his naturally loud baritone voice shout how he wishes Mark could understand, made Mark all the more uncomfortable.
“Wait… No! That’s not what I meant!” he screamed into the nothingness and spun around. Then his face flattened and he turned back to Mark. “Dad..?” he questioned. “I’m…”
Mark stared up at the 6’2” thick bull of a man. Somehow his seed had produced the exact opposite of what he was. But at the same time he took a step back as his son reached out for him. “It’s fine,” Mark lied. He wasn’t sure what to say. His son looked a bit upset but at the same time Mark suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He always knew they were different but suddenly it was really bothering him. Suddenly it was like he really wanted to understand what his son felt like. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom real quick,” he grabbed Mark’s bag and headed towards one of the restrooms.
“Shoot…” Mark wanted to curse but his sensibilities still held him back. He sat down on the toilet and went through the bag trying to find something to wipe his face. He’d always been rather sensitive, especially around his son, but now it was a bit different. Now his son had confirmed all the harsh feelings he’d always told himself weren’t real. “It’s fine… It’s fine…” he tried to console himself as he looked for a tissue. Then his hand hit something oddly hard. It like it was glass.
“What’s this??” he pulled out the glass bottle and rolled it through his hands. “You’re not supposed to bring glass into the theme park…”
Mark looked over the small bottle with a bit of curiosity. He didn’t know where his son would have gotten something like this. He wondered if it was drugs but swat the idea as quickly as he could. “He wouldn’t do that,” Mark told himself. Even if he was the type of guy who would have bullied Mark, Mark couldn’t believe his son would be into something like that. “Then what is it..?” he rubbed the side of it and smoke started pouring out of the top of the container. “Oh gawd it is drugs!”
“Drugs?” a large built man asked. “I’m not drugs.” Mark slowly opened his eyes and started to relax. He stared blankly at the dark barrel chested man wearing a blue vest and leg coverings. A dense casing of hair covered his jaw down to his equally furry chest. His beaming eyes stared down at Mark. “I am the genie of the lamp. I am here to grant you three wishes.”
“What? Why?” Mark instantly questioned how something like this could be real. It was kiddy stuff. Sure he was a lot hotter than the genie in the old cartoon but that didn’t make it feel any more real.
“Because I am all powerful. I have granted the wishes of mortals for thousands of years. But once you ask for your third wish you will forget I or the life you had before ever existed,” the genie said.
“Oh jeez,” Mark wheezed. His mind was running wild as he thought about what this meant. Part of him still thought it was some kind of joke but he wasn’t about to pass up on at least a bit of an opportunity. Thoughts about wishing to be big and buff and able to get any person he liked to have sex with him ran through his mind but he needed to be cautious. In a different life he may have just wasted all the wishes right away but right now he had to think. ‘I know I’ve been making Bradly uncomfortable because of how much older and dorkier I am than him. But what if I was his same age? But then I’d just age normally with him…”
“Genie, I think I have my first wish. I wish I could control people’s ages,” Mark said.
“Granted,” the genie smiled. He tilted his head forward and a puff of colorful smoke covered his body and then disappeared.
“So I can…” Mark looked at himself in the mirror and saw the number 37 above his head. “Woah…” he fought the smile crossing his face. His small body leaned more against the countertop and stared at the number. He thought about the 37 and thought about it turning to 18. The numbers spun around and around until it dropped down to his desired number. Instantly his body felt the effects. The light stiffness in his body from doing a mind numbing middle management position was slowly started to drift away from him. The wrinkles under his eyes and on his hands tightened up. He could see his youth coming back to him. Every second he was another year younger, fuller of life and able to feel like a kid again. “Woah…” he couldn’t fight that grin anymore as he felt the smoothness of his young face again.
His mind was completely distracted as he looked over his body from his youth. Even if he was still pretty skinny, the way his skin fit tightly against his body and the lack of any fat around his belly, filled him with confidence. He couldn’t help but admire what had changed. Then he heard Bradly’s voice calling for him.
“Mark! Look man, I’m sorry,” Bradly was shouting. It was weird hearing for Mark to hear his son calling him by his first name though.
“Why isn’t he calling me dad?”
The genie snorted. “Because you are not his father. You are 18. You are now his friend.” Mark stared blankly at the all-powerful creature. “It’s not very simple to grant your wish, people’s identities must change, however they will change as little as possible. Any errors will be glossed over by almost everyone.”
“Woah… That’s weird. So then who’s his father?”
“Probably his step-father. Even though they met much later, everyone, including the mother and former stepfather, won’t recognize the age discrepancy of when they met and when Bradly was born,” the genie smiled. “I think it’s a good compromise.”
“I’ll say!” Mark shouted.
“There you are!” Bradly panted. “Look man, I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it. Can we just go on a ride or something and forget about me being an asshole?”
“Uhhh… Sure?” Mark stared up at his former son. He suddenly had a completely different view of the other man. No longer did he see himself as an outsider looking in but rather his son’s friend. They still didn’t have a whole lot in common but there was something more there. ‘So that means I invited him as a friend instead of his father. Weird…’ Mark watched the different numbers above the other guests heads as the two walked to the closest rollercoaster.
Sitting in line for “The American Pride,” he couldn’t help but wonder what all he could do. There were numbers above everyone’s head and he kind of wanted to mess with a few of them. Seeing them made him a bit nervous. At any point he could raise or lower them to his liking. He felt an urge to test it out but at the same time a pang of guilt washed over his body. Even if he lowered someone’s age then what would that mean for their life.
“Everything alright?” Bradly asked.
Mark panicked for a second and then said, “yeah.” His eyes drifted further up the line seeing one of the bullies from earlier next to his girlfriend. His lithe but muscular frame held tightly to the girl next to him as he leaned over and kissed her. “Just saw one of those guys from earlier,” Mark lied.
“Ehh?” Bradly glared at him and then flexed his arm. “I don’t think you need to worry about him. If he wants to try anything he has to mess with me.”
Mark’s face went red with embarrassment and he couldn’t help but appreciate the comment. He always knew Bradly was a good kid. “Yeah,” he smiled. But seeing the number 20 over the bully’s head, Mark could help but want to raise it up. Slowly he thought about the number rising. It ticked up to 21, then 22, then 25. The bully’s body seemed to grow with a bit more muscle. Hair rapidly filled out his chest and some on his face. He was clearly trying something different as the hair on his head slowly pulled back on his scalp. He ran his hand through it subconsciously as a bit of fear filled his body.
“Something wrong?” she asked as she looked over her boyfriend.
“N-no,” the bully said. He could feel something was off but had no idea what it was. He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d bagged such a hot chick but he wasn’t about to screw it up now.
But that didn’t stop Mark. He quickly raised the man’s age up to 30, watching his lithe frame start to bulk out. His abs disappeared and was replaced by a small but firm belly. The fact that he ever worked out seemed like an older memory and the hair on top of his head was fading even faster. He tried to act tough but the softer, more malleable frame was anything but. He’d leaned against the railing and the girl did the same to the opposite one. There was a little bit of tension as the 10 year age gap was starting to make both feel a bit self-conscious about why they were currently dating each other.
That still wasn’t enough for Mark as he up it another five years. The guy’s body was completely bloated out. The light amount of fat around his stomach had doubled over into a full on gut. The sleeveless shirt he wore barely fit him anymore and looked rather ratty. His facial and body hair didn’t seem to help as he’d clearly let them grow out over the years and had long since taken good care of himself. The two stood awkwardly next to each other as the line moved closer and closer to the ride. They stood further away from each other only making it even more awkward.
Mark couldn't help but push the age gap up another five years. Watching the man's belly push further and further in front of him while any hair on top of his head was all but gone, gave him a sense of satisfaction. The bully was now older than he'd been. His tight toned body had lost all it's definition and the girl next to him was all but impressed.
“Having fun?” the genie asked. It caused Mark to jump again making Bradly notice.
“Sorry,” Mark tried to play it off. “Felt a bug hit me in the back,” he lied.
“Very nice,” the genie laughed. “Do you have your next wish?”
“No, give me a minute,” Mark whispered away from Bradly’s direction.
Bradly looked over at Mark wondering what was going on. He seemed a bit distracted, more than usual. “Everything really alright?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I was just thinking we could go to the water park next. That alright?”
“Yeah man!” Bradly flexed. His bulky physique was starting to make Mark feel something a bit strange about the guy. He’d never thought about Bradly this way because he used to be his son. But right now those feelings didn’t feel so wrong. Right now he wasn’t blood related to the man right now. He could feel blood flowing faster through his body as he watched Bradly’s bulky muscles flex in front of him.
A light blush filled Mark’s face but he tried to play it off. “Sounds like a plan,” he smiled as they boarded the ride. Part of Mark wondered why he’d ever say wish for something like being able to fuck with whatever guy he wanted, because it was already true.
It wasn’t long before they went to the water park. Mark had been a bit self-conscious as he pulled his swim trunks up over his body in the changing stall. Suddenly his weak body was all he could think about. Bradly’s bulky more muscular build would just make him look even smaller. He turned to the genie grinning down at him. He wanted to make a wish that he’d be stronger, but that was too simple. That would only last a little while. “Genie, I wish I could control people’s physiques without anyone but me realizing it.”
“Ooo,” The genie grinned. “Again another wild wish. I can see you like to be in control…” He snapped his fingers and a magic dust rained down over Mark’s body.
“Shoot. Did it actually work?” Mark wondered to himself. He had to test it out. “Think… Think…” he told himself. His mind filled with an image of a rather handsome man. He had a strong jaw, strong body but lithe. There wasn’t a need for any excess bulk or size. Smooth muscles ran through his entire body making him look tough but not scary. His skin was tanned with a dark hair on top of his head. He opened his eyes and saw looked down at his body. Two thick pecs pushed out in front of him. His hands had grown larger and his shirt looked like it was plastered onto his body.
He stepped outside the changing room and saw Bradly. “Ready to go?” he smiled like usual. But his eyes drifted lower. “You might want to…” he shook his own shorts. “You know…”
In the mirror Mark saw what else he’d grown just by thinking about it. Even soft there was a huge bulge pushing far out in front of him. He adjusted his shorts and tried to think about making it smaller but it only seemed to grow larger. ‘Stop it!’ he scolded himself as a blush ran through his face. His eyes scrunched shut and he shook his shorts again trying to make it go down at least a little bit. “Better?” he asked.
“I’d say so,” Bradly smiled. “C’mon let’s go hit the waterslides.”
“Yeah!” Mark grinned. On the way he couldn’t help but think about changing Bradly’s. The giant linebacker was filled to the brim with strength but a lot of it was still hidden under a descent layer of fat. Even if it didn’t look all that bad, Mark couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like with a bit different of a body fat percentage. As he looked at his friend he saw the similar yellow numbers appear before him. Bradly’s percentage was quite a bit bigger than he thought it’d be. He’d always figured because the man was so strong that too would be smaller.
‘Slowly…’ Mark thought to himself as he moved the 25% down to 23. At 223 pounds he was a pretty decent wall. Not perfect by any stretch of the imagination but enough for the high school football team. The thicker belly pulled in ever so slightly and his muscles looked a bit more toned. The roundness around his torso and face had more specific angles.
They approached the line and started up the stairs. Mark dropped the 23% body fat down to 20. Bradly was looking so much better. His muscles were starting to show through and his belly was almost level with his thick pecs. But he’d also lost some of the size he’d had. He didn’t look small by any stretch of the imagination but he was smaller.
‘Should I?’ Mark stared at the weight and upped it 10 pounds. He wanted to make sure that Bradly kept his 20 inch arms. Even though it had been pretty hefty fat, now it’d be packed with dense muscle. 20% dropped to 15%. Mark was getting excited. He tried to calm his urges watching the belly drip away quickly and firm abs start to form underneath it. His pecs pushed far past his waistline.
Bradly’s swim trunks started to drop. He quickly grabbed them before too much of his dick had become exposed. “Whoops,” he laughed a bit uncomfortably as he nearly exposed himself in public. As they stood in line, men and women stared at his near bodybuilder physique. The sheer size of his muscles tightly packed against his body but bulging all the same, drew their attention. His body seemed to naturally be flexed despite him not doing anything. “Almost saw a little too much there,” he knocked into Mark with his shoulder.
“Yeah,” Mark blushed. But his eyes past a little bit past his now bodybuilder sized friend to two of the guys who’d been bothering them earlier that day. He could see them laughing and pointing at them. A flash of anger went through Mark’s head. “I wish I could make other guys understand what it’s like to be gay,” he muttered.
“Granted,” the genie said behind him.
Mark’s eyes went wide and he spun around. “No, wait!” But the genie was already gone. The memory of making wishes disappeared with it.
“Those guys…” Bradly growled. “Just ignore them…”
Mark just scowled. There was no reason he felt like he should just ignore them. A thought popped into his head about his powers again. Normally he didn’t like to use them all that much but right now felt like a decent time to have a bit of fun. His mind focused on how obviously both were into working out. They had descent physiques with a bit of muscle that they clearly used to intimidate, if not to draw the attention of girls. His mind focused on the one on the left. He was a bit smaller than the other one. His muscles were toned and his waist was small.
Instantly, Mark upped his weight by over 100 pounds. He’d made sure to keep the body fat percentage the same but instead upped the testosterone he’d naturally make. All at once the bully’s muscles bulged to incredible new levels, he’d only ever dreamed up. But at the same time he felt a hard belly push out in front of him. Even though there were 6 clear blocks dropping down to his shorts he still had a strong roid belly sticking in front of him.
Moving around had gotten a bit harder for him as his oversized muscles were constantly running into each other and he wouldn’t be able to walk without at least a little bit of a waddle. He scratched at his shrinking dick. What used to be slightly above average was now smaller than his thumb. The guy next to him stared for a second and was about to mock him for his size but Mark instantly went to work on him. Despite working out his entire life, Mark was going to take away all those hard earned muscles.
His body quickly pulled in on itself. His round shoulders and arms were rapidly losing their size and strength. He’d barely be able to lift much of anything let alone bully someone with his size. The guy could feel the difference as he try to rationalize why his friend looked so tall all of a sudden. He groaned and tried to ignore the fact that there was such a difference between them. Not to mention how his dick was running down the side of his leg. He could feel it getting hard at the sight of his giant friend. But the size of his dick was too much and he normally got a little woozy as too much blood flowed to his wrong head. That didn’t stop him from enjoying the size difference between him and his friend.
“Hey,” he muttered. “Why don’t we go somewhere private.” The big oversized bodybuilder agreed and followed his friend to the bathroom.
“Oh fuck me…” Mark muttered to himself as he thought about the smaller guy with a massive dick pounding away at the roided out giant begging for more.
“Having some pleasant thoughts?” Bradly asked. He could see the large bulge pushing hard at Mark’s swim trunks and smiled. His strong muscular body leaned against the banister and Mark couldn’t look away. Seeing the light sweat glisten off his body was too much. His dick throbbed. His mind was filled with all sorts of ‘pleasant thoughts’ about Bradly.
‘Would it be so bad?’ Mark asked himself. With his power he’d never been able to turn the guy straight again. It didn’t matter how hard he tried. But the guy never seemed to complain after he’d gotten used to it. He was giving into the idea. “What if I am?” his smaller more toned body leaned up against Bradly’s large bulging muscular one. He had a sultry way of saying it and grabbed at Bradly’s dick.
For the first time in a long time Bradly actually let out a bit of a blush. His deep tanned face glowed bright red as he felt his dick harden under his friend’s hand. “Mark… What’s…”
“Shhhh…” Mark leaned in. “Why don’t we just enjoy it…”
“But…” Bradly tried to protest but felt the soft tug of his friend. His knees felt like they were going to buckle. Mark leaned in for a kiss, then held onto Bradly’s hand and led him out of view of the other guests. His hands were already running up and down the muscular body next to him. “Mark… What’s going on… Why are you… Turning me on so much…” his voice was breathy as he tried to make out the words.
Mark didn’t answer the question. He was in far too much bliss seeing the big guy losing control as his hands ran over and under his dick. With each new rub, he could feel Bradly giving in a little bit more. His legs were shaking and he rested his back against the wooden fence. A dull moan turned louder and louder each second. He wanted more. His head banged against the wood. He wanted more. He slid up and down, naturally performing the act.
Then he felt himself burst. Mark aimed it down and felt a sense of pride watching the big guy’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He could see the bliss the other man was feeling after getting off so easily. The slow realization dawning on him. “Mark…” he moaned.
But Mark wasn’t listening. He’d already flipped the big man over and Bradly’s giant hands were against the wall. “Mark?” a mixture of lost and fear filled Bradly’s voice as he realized the position he was in. So vulnerable but so willing. He felt the hard dick peg his asshole and slowly push into him. “M-Mark…” he stammered as a new pleasure rolled through his body. It was something he’d never thought he’d enjoy, but his dick had already gone back to its full mast. He could feel his hormones raging while Mark tried to dig in deeper.
To Mark he was playing ever so slightly, feeling his dick press hard against the tight hole but using his power to make it ever so slightly bigger. Each time Bradly’s body shook with anticipation, filled him with even more encouragement. The big man’s head had lowered accepting his fate. The fear of the first time but with the excitement of something new. Mark pressed in harder. Filling him up. Slowly making the hole wider but tight enough so he could feel the constant pressure against his dick. Each time his asshole clenched, it sent another wave of arousal through his body.
He gripped the big man’s sides hard and thrust. Even if Mark was already close he wanted to enjoy it. Bradly’s hands turned into fits as he pushed even harder against the fence. Both were ready. Both were on the edge. Then Mark finally pushed himself over and felt himself unload into the giant in front of him. A sudden, “eep!” escaped Bradly’s mouth but was quickly followed by a deep pleasurable moan. He’d lowered himself into the grass below, trying to catch his breath.
“Damn,” he panted. “Didn’t realize that’d ever feel so good. Like I know I could fuck any guy I wanted but… Damn, I thought I’d never like that.”
“Yeah,” Mark blushed a bit. He knew what was up but wasn’t about to ruin the experience. “It’s pretty nice every once in a while.” He helped Bradly back to his feet and did his best to lower his weight without losing any of the definition. “Let’s go get you cleaned up a bit.”
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welan
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