Mike sighed as he went through his closet on Monday morning. It would be an hour before the sun shone through the windows. Khakis, tweed slacks, and the interview suit draped in a pile across the bed. An open suitcase lay on the floor nearby.
Mike, a six-foot-one computer technician of moderate build, turned to the rack on his left. A tie flew through the air to land on top of the suit, followed by another. And another.
A short, muscular, middle-eastern man appeared in the doorway. His short fu manchu accented a naturally commanding look that loose-fitting silk pants and a leather vest did nothing to diminish. A leather wristband gripped his arm above his left hand. He moved with an odd fluidity; the world simply made way for him as he crossed the room to look in the closet. Mike was holding up two ties for comparison: one with purple stripes, and one with bold red and blue spots. The other man spoke in a resonant voice. "Take the blue one." The Arab's confidence said he could not be contradicted.
The purple-striped tie flew through the air to land with its mates on the bed. "Mutazz, I can pick out my own clothes."
Mutazz's deep voice betrayed no emotion. "The blue tie will go better with your suit."
Mike hung the blue-and-red spot tie back on its plastic hanger. "I'll keep that in mind." He turned to grab some white undershirts from the shelf above.
Mutazz gestured with his fingers in a cross-flicking motion, as though pointing at opposite corners of the room.
Mike carried five neatly folded undershirts to the bed. He frowned at the blue-and-red tie laying there. A few quick steps showed him the purple-stripe tie sitting placidly on its hanger in the closet.
Mike rolled his eyes, then carried the purple-striped neck snake back to the bed. "Tell you what. I'll take both."
The Arab wandered into the closet as though distracted. As Mike began loading his clothes into the soft-sided suitcase, Mutazz's voice carried over. "Do not exert yourself. Just say the word and your clothes will be ready for travel."
Mike took a deep breath. "Mutazz, we've talked about this..."
The Arab leaned on the doorway. Despite his lack of height, he blocked the entrance as surely as a closed door. "Or I could simply have them appear at your destination. Tell me where you are going."
Mike continued to arrange his things neatly in the suitcase. "A business trip to Aspen. Some motivational thing. All the executives at GeneraTech are going, and they thought I should come along, too."
Mutazz's hand reached in to adjust the lay of the broadcloth shirts. Suddenly everything in the suitcase was crisply folded, perfectly stacked and aligned, beyond what even Mike had managed. A strong hand crumpled one corner of a flawlessly-pressed shirt.
A half-grin rose to Mike's face. He put his arm on Mutazz's shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry the trip happened this week. It was out of my hands. I'll show you my work after I get back, OK?"
Inside the suitcase, a pair of socks tumbled to one side. "You need not concern yourself with my feelings." Mutazz strode over to window, his face impassive.
Mike sighed again as he loaded six pairs of neatly-folded underwear into another compartment. "I know we agreed to go out today. I get back Friday. We can go next Monday. It's just pushed back a week."
"Of course." Mutazz's finger tapped the window. "Nothing could happen to a human in a week."
"It's just a short trip, and a short flight. I'm more at risk crossing the street."
"I would just feel better if I could...protect you."
"Now remember, we agreed. You don't mess with my life. No big cops pulling me over on the way to the airport. No planes suddenly grounded. No freak electrical storms."
"Those things could have happened by accident."
Mike pursed his lips. "Not all on the same trip."
Mutazz shrugged.
"You can visit the neighbors if you get lonely, you know."
"I will spend the week drinking and dancing with people of my choosing from throughout history." The Arab's dark eyes gazed pointedly at Mike. "The party will be incredible. However, you will miss it."
"By all means, enjoy yourself. The house is yours while I'm gone. Just clean up before I get back."
Mutazz strode silently to the hallway, taking his world-owning attitude with him.
Mike mumbled to himself as he zipped the suitcase closed, "Genies have the power to do anything they want. How can they be so needy?"
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With Mike out the door, Mutazz dropped his muscular build onto the couch and turned on the television. Television had been a social lifeline for him. He'd been stuck in the lamp for centuries, and never had much time for socialization for the short time he was released. After Mike freed him permanently, the genie realized he needed to adjust to human customs and expectations. Television gave him a view into the culture. It was not a perfect one, but it was enough for him to get by.
However, as the channels flipped past, it seemed no show could hold his attention. Even the soap operas failed to draw him in. A glance at the clock showed 10:35 in bright red letters. The remote dropped onto the end table with a plastic clicking noise.
Mutazz rose and walked to the entry of the home. The hall tree was a substantial piece with a storage bench, a wood back, a full-length mirror, and pegs for coats. A spare outfit of Mike's always hung from one peg, in anticipation of mornings that didn't go his way. The genie gestured, and suddenly his muscular frame was clad in a black leather suit that emphasized the solidity of his physique. His hand passed over his chest, and two thick nipple piercings appeared, cutting through the leather to pull into the flesh beneath. The genie smoothed his fu manchu and eyed the results approvingly.
As he turned to go, he caught sight of Mike's coat and tie hanging on the tree. The genie took another look at his own outfit. His fingertips pressed together tightly, brow furrowed.
He appeared in Mike's office, wearing black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a conservative red-and-blue tie. The sleeve of the shirt almost completely hid his black leather wristband.
Mike's office held a desk, rows of reference books, and a computer. The genie ignored the computer; he could make anything he wanted happen simply by willing it, so he had no need to learn the cantankerous, troublesome machines Mike grappled with daily. He flipped through several of the books, his eyes scanning the pages as fast as they turned.
Mutazz stepped out into the hall. As with all corporate buildings, the fluorescent lighting seemed to suck the life from the building even as it illuminated. As Mutazz wandered past empty offices and a nest of cubicles, he found himself wondering how humans could live in this environment.
His suspicions were confirmed when he finally found living people - standing in the outside break area.
There were only three: a well-dressed Turkish man holding a bottle of water, a taller goateed smoker dressed like Mike usually dressed for work, and meaty lug in a dusty gray tee-shirt.
"Hey, man, what's up?" said the smoker.
"Nothing is up." said Mutazz. When he received no response, he looked from one face to another. "Perhaps something is up with you."
The well-dressed Turk grinned. "Let me start the introductions. I'm Kasim. I'm the best sales guy GeneraTech has." Kasim thrust his right hand forward. As they shook, his eyebrows went up. "Quite a grip you got there."
The smoker extended his own hand. "Paul Finnis. I'm the IT lead here. Most of our guys are off for the week, seeing how management took off too. Kind of a skeleton crew here."
The genie stiffened as the lug clapped him on the shoulder, his voice was a little louder than the other two. "Bruce Bronson. I work the equipment for the Amsley Construction. Big trucks, big cranes. If it's big, I know how to handle it." Bruce's chuckle went around the group.
The three looked at the genie expectantly.
Paul smiled and said quietly, "And you are...?"
Mutazz pulled himself up to his full height, which was shorter than any of the men. "A genie."
There was a moment of stunned silence. Bruce's lip twitched.
Paul began to laugh. Mutazz stood impassively as Bruce and Kasim began laughing, too.
Paul turned to the side and took a drag off his cigarette, still chuckling. "I feel that way too, the stuff they ask me to pull off with the network here. To them, it's all just...magic. Seriously, what brings you to GeneraTech?"
"I am...a friend...of Mike's."
Understanding dawned on Paul's face. "Oooooh. Yeah, the suits said they might bring in some temps to keep things running while they were out. Mike probably knows lots of tech types."
Kasim cleared his throat. His voice carried a smooth, friendly tone. "Well, welcome to GeneraTech. For the week, anyway."
Mutazz nodded. "For the week."
Paul took another drag on his cigarette. Bruce prompted, "How long have you been on those?"
Paul exhaled, the smoke cloud blowing away from the group. "Since I was fifteen. Do you smoke?"
Bruce shook his head.
"Good. Don't start. When I was fifteen, I thought it would make me more macho. Just a dumb kid, ya know?"
Kasim's voice was always smooth. "If you're not happy, maybe you should quit."
"I suppose." Another puff of smoke blew away from the group. "Quitting's a pain in the ass, though. If I had the choice, I wouldn't start. I wish it had worked out the way I thought it would."
Mutazz said nothing.
"Well, it ain't great for your health," said Bruce. "But it don't bother me, neither. A bunch of my buddies smoke."
Paul grinned. "I still do fifty sit-ups every morning." He thumped the back of his hand against Bruce's soft midsection. "Bet you could do half that if you tried." Paul's voice made the invitation playful.
Bruce laughed. "I do all the sitting I need to on the job. Besides, I hate buying smaller clothes. The day they come up with an exercise that doesn't shrink your stomach, I'll be all over it."
Kasim cleared his throat and spoke confidently. "I get all the exercise I need having sex."
Paul and Bruce laughed, but Kasim just took a sip of his water. "I am the world's greatest lover. Now I just need to get the word out. Get lots more pussy, you know?"
The other three exchanged a look.
Kasim gestured with his hands, thrusting into a pair of imaginary hips. "Lots of puss-say."
Paul chuckled half-heartedly. "Pussy. Right. Everyone needs more of that."
Kasim finished his water, a smirk on his face. The empty bottle bounced off the rim into a nearby garbage can. "Well, I'd better make some sales calls today. They track phone time even when nobody else is in."
Paul sighed. "I'd better work on updating the whitelist for the router." The stub of a cigarette ground to dust beneath his shoe. He tipped his head toward Bruce. "Come over again when you can. We need people to talk to."
Bruce nodded. "You got it." As Kasim and Paul headed back toward the building, Bruce turned to the short Arab. "A genie, huh? Does that mean I get three wishes?"
"I am not in the business of granting wishes." Mutazz's look betrayed more than he intended. Bruce took a step back, his eyes wide.
"Uh...whoa! Stepped on a nerve. Gotta get back to work. See ya."
Kasim held the door for Paul. "It's going to be a long, boring week." He turned to Mutazz. "You coming?"
Mutazz returned to Mike's office. Mike had a to-do list on the whiteboard; despite the reading Mutazz had done, most of it made little sense to him. He flipped through two more books and found the knowledge utterly useless. The genie gazed at the manicured lawn without seeing a single blade of grass. "I am not in the business of granting wishes," he said, more to himself than to anyone else in the nearly-empty building.
He flipped through a book on Python programming. "I am not in the business of granting wishes." He picked up a book on networking. At the sight of an OSI layer diagram, the tome hit the floor. Mutazz swore in Sumerian and made three quick gestures with his hands. He then gave himself the rest of the week off.
Five minutes later, the Mutazz was back in Mike's living room, drinking with a small demon he'd summoned for conversation value.
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Back in his office, Kasim was on the phone with a local client while reading a web page on his computer. The client was listing all the things the system had to do for them. "Yeah. Uh-huh. Of course we can do that." His pen sketched small doodles on the page in front of him.
In a different section of the building, Mutazz swore to himself.
Kasim gasped. The pen clattered onto the table. There was a new pressure at the back of his mind. No, a familiar pressure. But it was pushing harder than usual. An awful lot harder. Kasim gripped the handset like his life depended on it.
"You OK?" came over the receiver.
"I'm alright. Sorry about that." Kasim settled back into his chair and closed the web page. The pen slipped back between his fingers. A moment later he finished listing every requirement the client had. "Did you know our system can do all that, and more?" His smooth voice carried over the line, reassuring the nervous client, breaking down all his resistance.
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Kasim and Paul took their morning break at 10:30 the next day. Paul lit his cigarette with surprising ease. Kasim positioned himself near the building, a grin spread wide across his face.
Paul nodded in Kasim's direction. "Looks like you had a good night."
Kasim smiled smugly. "I had this hot blonde chick last night, man. She was..." His hands gestured to indicate an hourglass figure. "And man, I was on her for hours...made her moan AND scream!" Kasim leaned against the wall, hands spread in front of him. "I was amazing."
Paul choked a little on the cigarette. As Bruce came around the corner, Paul's stance widened. "You really banged her good, huh?"
Bruce rolled his eyes. "Don't you guys ever talk about anything but sex?" He stood closer to Paul than to Kasim. "Not that that's a bad thing..."
Paul did a double-take at Bruce's waistline. Bruce's stomach rounded out the front of his shirt and rolled over his belt with an inch to spare. Paul probed the fat roll experimentally with his finger; it pushed back firmly. "You can quit pushing your stomach out, man."
"I'm not pushing it out. THIS is pushing it out." Bruce swelled his stomach considerably bigger; Paul's eyes widened as the shirt strained. A moment later, the ball belly returned to merely shirt-filling size. "But don't blame me. You're the one who said to do twenty sit-ups this morning. By the time I was done, I swear my spare tire had inflated."
Kasim cleared his throat. "So anyway...I had this chick on all fours, right?"
"Yeah." Paul's voice had a new snap to it, an edge that made Kasim look twice before continuing.
"We're meeting again...tonight!" Kasim said with a grin.
Bruce's loud voice rumbled. "Good for you, man!"
"Yeah." Paul ground a cigarette stub underfoot and hitched up his pants, shuffling his feet slightly before he began to walk. "Unfortunately, I gotta go fix some tech stuff."
Kasim hadn't stopped grinning during the whole conversation. As usual, he held the door for Paul. "Sales are up like crazy." he commented as Paul walked past.
Paul nodded, meeting Kasim's eyes directly. "Way to go, man! Keep it up!"
Kasim grinned and followed Paul into the building. Bruce patted his stomach absent-mindedly before wandering off to find lunch.
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Wednesday brought clouds but no rain to the morning break when the guys met up again. Kasim sipped steaming coffee, as much to wake up as ward off the chill. When Paul stepped out in cowboy boots, a pressed dress shirt, blue jeans and a straw hat, Kasim spluttered, accidentally spitting hot juice in Paul's direction.
"Easy there, pardner," said Paul in a southern accent. "Don't want to get stuff all over my new duds."
"You look like you're ready for a rodeo or something." Kasim stifled a yawn.
Paul lit up a cigarette. "Saw it in a western store. I kind of like it."
Bruce's voice rumbled in from the side. "It's a good look for ya."
Paul grinned, then spent a minute returning Bruce's stare. Bruce's shirt looked like it had a pillow stuffed under it, but a sliver of stomach bulged out from the bottom. Paul reached out and lifted Bruce's shirt, exposing a stomach that had doubled in size overnight.
Noting the attention of the two men, Bruce grinned sheepishly. Kasim poked at the fat. "What're you smuggling in there?"
Bruce shrugged. "Nothing. It's all me."
Paul tilted his head, then slapped the gut sharply. It shifted to one side as a unit, then dropped back firmly into place. "How can it be so hard?"
Bruce tried to find another way to shrug as he put both hands on the side of his new bulge.
Kasim returned to his coffee. "That can't be healthy. You should see a doctor. Maybe he can fix that."
Bruce's shoulders squared. "I'll get right on that."
Paul put his hand on the stomach, gently this time. "Yeah, it's real...damn!"
Bruce did nothing to move out of Paul's reach. His tone held no trace of mockery. "Nice hat."
"Thanks."
Any further conversation was cut short by a woman's voice coming from the building. "Kasim?"
Kasim turned to see a petite blonde woman standing in the doorway leading back to GeneraTech.
Kasim abruptly stood up straighter. He moved with fluid grace to the doorway. His strong arm wrapped around her, his face tipped toward hers. "Crystal. It has been too long."
She leaned visibly into his embrace. "Oh, yes, Kasim!"
He propped her upright and swept into the building. "Follow me to my office. Let me show you how much pleasure can be found in my work." The woman followed, breath quickening, guided by his hand in hers.
Bruce and Paul exchanged a look, Bruce's eyebrow in the air.
"Whatever makes the fillies happy, I guess," said Paul.
"Speaking of happy," said Bruce. "Where's good for lunch around here?"
"Depends what you're in the mood for."
Bruce patted the pillow on his midsection. "I've got plenty of room for whatever you recommend."
Kasim stopped by Paul's office two hours later, looking sweaty and disheveled. "I am going home for the day. If my phone rings, let it go to voicemail."
Paul looked up in surprise. "You? Go home early?"
Kasim leaned against the door frame. "Crystal just left. It was wonderful for her, but...I must rest."
Paul grinned. "Gotta pace yourself, pardner."
Kasim nodded weakly as he left.
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Thursday brought clearing skies and warmer weather.
This should have been good for Kasim. Instead, he sat at the table nursing a full thermos of coffee. The dark circles under his eyes remained even when his knuckles dug into them.
"Late night?" said Paul, shirt half-unbuttoned to expose his white flesh to the sun. The tan would come.
Kasim groaned. "You make one woman happy, and suddenly she has three friends who want the same thing."
"Doesn't sound so bad."
Kasim took a long swig of coffee. "When am I supposed to sleep?"
Paul puffed on his cigarette. "Or make sales calls? I saw that chick follow you into your office this morning."
Kasim flopped forward, resting his torso and head on the tabletop. "Man, if you'd have told me a week ago I'd have had five women in twelve hours, I'd have been thrilled."
Paul shifted a little closer to Kasim. "Aren't you having...you know...performance problems?"
"No, not at all..." said Kasim. "That's the problem. I'm stiff as a board the whole time, but I can't come until they do." He groaned. "And it takes hours."
The concrete vibrated with heavy steps as Bruce arrived.
"Holy shit," said Kasim, not lifting his head from the table. Paul's head whipped to the side.
Bruce's stomach had grown into his most prominent feature. A big, round, firm beer gut thrust eight inches ahead of his belt buckle. His gray tee shirt stretched to cover a shelf of fat bulging forward just below his chest. It had no chance of covering his belly; the shirt nearly reached the bottom of his love handles, but in front it rode up nearly to his navel.
"Guess I shouldn't have shown you that all-you-can-eat place," said Paul. "Did you completely clean them out?"
Bruce bounced his new hundred-pound appendage with a grin. "I ate well, but I also I managed ten sit-ups today. It's getting damn hard to do them." He bent forward by way of demonstration; his stomach had very little give at all.
"Yeah, I bet," said Paul, openly eyeing Bruce's expanded figure. "Maybe you need someone to help with them."
"Would that be you, pardner?" said Bruce, turning his expansive front in Paul's direction. "You seem to be settling into the cowboy thing."
Paul looked toward the building; his reflection was dimly visible in the windows. He Haydn't realized how much his bearing had changed. He looked confident, sexy...he turned back to the round-bellied bear that had caught his eye.
"What say we go find you a shirt that fits?"
"Before or after lunch?"
Paul eyed the expanse of exposed flesh. "Better make it after. Otherwise you might outgrow whatever we buy."
The two chuckled and left a glazed-eyed Kasim with his thermos. Kasim took a big swallow of coffee before shuffling back into GeneraTech. When he found two women waiting at the doorway to his office, Kasim found himself wishing he'd finished the thermos first.
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Mike's return flight dropped him off at 9 a.m. Friday morning. He had enough trouble getting a cab to know Mutazz had left him alone. He was about to go home, but decided to stop by the office first and take care of a few things before the weekend. He hauled his suitcase under his desk and looked around. A few of his books were out of order. Puzzled, he put them back in place on the bookshelf.
It seemed like he had just begun to work when a cowboy walked onto the break area, visible from Mike's window.
Mike stared as the cowboy lit a cigarette, then laid out a towel and stripped off his shirt. He had a moderate build, but the way he carried his body made it clear anyone watching him was lucky to do so. The shirtless cowboy stretched out on the towel and began sunning himself, his hand occasionally brushing his chest - and nipple - absent-mindedly.
Mike stared hard at the newcomer. Had the managers planned to hire someone new while everyone was away? The cowboy puffed, smoke billowing away in the breeze. He was easy on the eyes, and the confidence he exuded was alluring even from a distance. Mike found himself watching, entranced.
When he recognized Paul, Mike's jaw dropped. It stayed down for several seconds before shutting again. Without looking away from the window, Mike's reached for his cel phone.
Mutazz answered at Mike's home number. "Speak." Music, a chorus of voices, and some loud thumping obscured his speech.
"Mutazz?" yelled Mike. Behind Mutazz, Mike heard words in a language he had never heard before. "Why is there a cowboy smoking outside my office?"
The noises ceased abruptly. "You are back early."
Mike took a deep breath. "Let's start at the beginning. When were you at my office?"
"I was there for forty-seven minutes on Monday. That was more than enough. That environment is not made for life."
"Don't change the subject. Who did you talk to?"
"A sexy Turk named Kasim. Your IT man Paul. And Bruce, a construction worker from nearby."
"And you granted them each wishes?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"You were at my work less than an hour, met three people, and each of them made a wish in front of you?"
There was a pause. "I have that effect on people."
Mike's voice was tense. "I'm going to call you back. Don't go anywhere."
Mike's dress shoes thumped on the tile as he stormed down the hallway and out into the employee break area. The sight of the cowboy, up-close and in full sun, momentarily took his breath away.
"Hiya, Mike," said Paul's voice, emanating from the man-at-stud displayed for an entire windowed wall of an office building. "Welcome back."
Mike knelt down in front of Paul. "Thanks. Uh...what did you..."
The question went unasked, as the sun was suddenly blocked by a large, round mass.
Both Mike and Paul looked up to see the silhouette of a man with a large beer gut. Bruce pivoted to block the sun completely. His handsome, goateed face grinned at them from above a 4XLT shirt filled to capacity. It stretched around a fat ledge below his chest that was at least a hand span wider than yesterday, and bulged easily a foot and a half ahead of him. Amazingly, the curve of his stomach pushed outward from there, the outline of his belly button clearly visible behind the tight, dusty, gray fabric.
"Morning," said Bruce.
"Oh, man..." said Mike.
The cowboy Paul propped himself up on his elbows, displaying himself to the rotund giant above him. "You said it." Paul's free hand moved to his crotch. Bruce's eyes followed as the hand adjusted a rapidly-growing bulge in Paul's jeans.
The look between them said everything.
"I'd...uh...better go check on Kasim," said Mike. The two barely acknowledged him as Bruce lowered his bulk carefully above Paul. They locked in a passionate, smoke-filled kiss.
Mike adjusted his own crotch as he walked toward Kasim's office in the sales section of the building. The building felt oddly empty without its usual crew of people. Mike was just enjoying the quiet when he rounded the corner.
A small crowd of women was milling around Kasim's closed office door.
Mike raised his voice. "Can I help you ladies?"
"No," said the closest. "We're here to see Kasim."
Mike clenched his fists, then unclenched them. "Well, Kasim is working now. Leave your numbers with me, and I'll make sure he gets in touch with you."
The women pined and batted their eyes prettily, but Mike was not moved by such displays. Soon the hallway was empty, and Mike was left holding a dozen love notes in his hand, some scented with perfume. The sounds of passion were clearly audible in the now-quiet hallway.
Mike knocked on the door. "Kasim!"
The grunting and moaning continued unabated.
Mike, lips pressed tightly together, grabbed the doorknob and swung into the room. Kasim's papers were scattered on the floor around his desk. He lay back on the polished wood surface, a shapely woman seated on his crotch, his hands guiding her movements as he thrust into her.The woman looked over at Mike with a gasp and raised up off Kasim, exposing his stiff, condom-covered cock.
Mike glared at the woman. "Out."
The woman half-objected in a quavering voice. "Oh! Oh!" Mike obstinately pointed to the hallway, feet planted wide. The sweaty woman pouted as she gathered her things. "Oh, Kasim...call me!" she called as she shuffled half-naked into the hallway. "When can I see you again?"
Mike slammed the door.
Kasim, gasping, lay back and ripped the condom off his five-and-a-half-inch prick. His hairy body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The limp, empty plastic dropped onto the floor. Kasim's meat remained stiff.
Mike found his eyes roaming the Turk's handsome face, thick mustache, and hairy body. He shook his head and focused on Kasim's face.
"You've had quite a lot of women lately, haven't you?"
Kasim groaned. "Dozens."
"You remember the weird guy that was here on Monday? You made a wish in front of him. Do you remember what it was?"
Kasim nodded, laying his head back. "I think...I wished to...be the...world's greatest...lover."
"How's that working out for you?"
Kasim chuckled darkly. "Great." Kasim gestured to his still-hard cock. "I spend all my time having sex."
"Doesn't sound so bad."
"These women, they take forever to pleasure. Hours I have to go at it, slow, then fast, thrusting this way or that, probing all the spots that make it good for them. And I can't come until they're satisfied."
"Well, it so happens I know the guy who did this to you. And I can make him un-do it."
"No!" Kasim rolled off his desk and stood upright. "It's just...I needed to rest. I'm better now. See?"
Mike marveled at how refreshed Kasim really did look. The Turk's erection bobbed in the air. The office suddenly felt rather warm.
"Well...if it's just a question of time..." Mike said, looking at the motivational print on the wall behind Kasim's naked form. "Maybe you should try banging guys."
Kasim stepped closer to Mike. Very close. "Mike, the thought had...occurred to me."
Mike realized Kasim was gazing deep into his eyes. Mike's breath caught in his throat. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"I am the world's greatest lover," Kasim's smooth voice declared, his lips nearly touching Mike's. "Whatever will make you happy, I will do."
Mike forced a deep breath. "Kasim, I...uh...wouldn't want to take advantage of your...uh..."
Kasim's hands reached for Mike. "Who's taking advantage?" Sure hands kneaded Mike's shoulders. Kasim's cock throbbed eagerly. "I want to get off, and I want to get off with you."
"Uh...oh, that's nice...I uh..." Mike's head rolled slightly under Kasim's insistent pressure. "What the hell. I don't need all afternoon. Fifteen minutes is all I ask. But for gay sex, there is certain equipment..."
Kasim gestured to a box of condoms and small bottle of lube sitting on the bookshelf. "My third woman today brought these."
"By the way," said Mike as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. "Please don't mention women again during sex." Kasim's hands reached forward, and suddenly Mike found himself standing on his pants. The shirt followed with amazing speed.
"Okay," said Mike. "You're going to be a top this time."
The Turk smiled as he opened a condom. "Oh, yes, Mike. Little Kasim will fill you with five inches of happiness."
"Uh...yeah. About that..." Mike eyed the stiff prick warily as Kasim unrolled the latex sheath onto it. "I know of a way to help with your...uh...woman problems that will make us both happy." Kasim's mustache bristled against Mike's skin as the Turk kissed Mike's neck. Mike leaned against the Turk's hot body. "I gotta...ooooh...make a call."
Mike found himself hitting buttons on the phone while Kasim bent him over the desk, murmuring phrases like, "I will make your toes curl with desire."
The phone rang and rang. Kasim's finger carefully applied lube to Mike's sphincter, then probed slightly inside.
Mutazz answered ("Speak") just as Kasim's finger pulled away, leaving Mike's hole ready for entry. "Mutazz!" Mike gasped. "Give Kasim a big dick. Now."
Mutazz's voice was crisp. "This does not repair what I did to him." At the same time, Kasim bent over Mike and whispered in his ear, "Oh, no, bigger is not always better. Let me show you..." He thrust gently against Mike's ass, his prick sliding forward and back between Mike's cheeks.
Mike found himself talking to Kasim and Mutazz at the same time. "Look, guys can take a lot bigger dick than women, and a little pain can be part of the fun. Make it big enough to hurt if he's not gentle." Mike covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "You'll be gentle, won't you?"
"Oh, yes, so gentle..." whispered Kasim, kissing the back of Mike's shoulders.
Mike uncovered the mouthpiece and barked, "Do it."
On top of Mike, Kasim stiffened. A throaty breath escaped him, his hips pressing against Mike's ass. Mike felt Kasim's cock shift between his ass cheeks. Kasim stood up, one arm still resting on Mike's back.The Turk shifted position, lifting his cock free. His breath came faster; his smooth voice acquired an edge. "Oh, YES! Little Kasim is growing! Bigger! Bigger! Bigger..." There was a pause. The Turk's tone changed. "Oh...WOW."
Mike grinned as he hung up the phone. He just hoped the Turk wouldn't take too long to reach full size.
The Turk's hand slid along Mike's backside, then back to Kasim's hips. "Oh, it's getting so big for you, Mike...I had no idea a man could take this much!..."
Mike tried to turn his head, but Kasim's hand pressed harder against him, pinning him to the desk. The Turk began thrusting against him in simulation of the copulation to come. The suddenly-dominating man leaned over Mike and whispered into his ear.
"Just relax..." Kasim pulled his hips back and placed himself for entry. As Kasim eased forward, Mike felt a pressure against his sphincter much sooner than expected. He gasped; the Turk had gotten big. As Kasim pressed harder, Mike realized just how big.
Mike focused on relaxing his sphincter, allowing slow entry of a cock big enough for gay porn. With the aid of the lube Kasim had used, it slipped past Mike's resistance, stretching him wide. After giving Mike a minute to adjust, Kasim slowly pushed in. And in. And in. Mike's eyes widened as he felt Kasim's shaft go deep inside him.
Finally Kasim came to rest, hips against Mike's ass, hairy torso against Mike's back. For a time the two breathed, their bodies connected. Mike relaxed visibly. Kasim's smooth voice whispered in Mike's ear, "See? I will be gentle like a lamb." Kasim grinned and grabbed Mike's shoulders. "And then rough like a rampaging bull!"
The Turk began thrusting with long, hard strokes, slamming Mike against the desk. Mike gulped and grabbed the edge of the desktop for support, his own dick thumping against the underside.
Kasim let go of one shoulder to reach around and stroke Mike's cock with a lube-covered hand while pounding him against the desk.
"Nice cock, buddy," Kasim growled. "Bet mine's BIGGER!"
Mike gripped the wood surface. Between the pounding, thrusting, stretching, stroking, and having Kasim's hot body on top of him, the pressure was building rapidly in Mike's balls. A quick glance at the clock told him he wouldn't need anywhere near fifteen minutes with Kasim.
He found himself hoping Kasim wouldn't need fifteen minutes, either.
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Mike staggered out of Kasim's office ten minutes later, face flushed and legs stiff. During clean-up with wet naps and a towel Mike didn't ask about, the Turk had declared him "a great fuck" and promised to repeat the performance every time they saw each other.
Mike, having blown a big wad underneath Kasim's desk, agreed. He left the well-hung Turk calling another client. "I am sure I have what you need, let me tell you about it..."
Mike grinned. The client didn't have a chance of holding onto their money.
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Early Monday evening, the last glow of sunlight had just disappeared from the windows when Mike strolled through his front door with a smile on his face. He tossed his coat to one side and set his briefcase in the entryway. Mike's grin raised faint smile lines on Mutazz's face. However, the genie's voice reflected no sentiment. "Things are going well."
Mike settled into an easy chair, the grin never leaving his face. "Yes. Since Kasim got so very big, the crowd of women following him around has vanished. He still sees a few, of course. Management thinks he's got these people coming in for sales, and he's way over quota for last week, so they're happy. And now that his size has thinned the herd, he's actually looking well-rested. He's left strict instructions with the receptionist to only let in people with an appointment. "
"Indeed. And this appointment list explains why you are home late tonight."
Mike's voice was sheepish. "Well...heh. He showed me the appointment list today. I'm not the only guy on there, but I was surprised when I saw how many times he had me penciled in! He's pulled some strings in the company to get my time during the day, too - even cleared it with my boss."
"You could be the only name on the list."
"Uh...thanks, but I don't think I'd be able to...I mean, I have to get some work done too. Let's talk about Paul." Mike freed himself from his tie. "Management was a little surprised to see Paul when they came back. He's really come out of his shell. Doesn't take attitude from anyone. He's still a nice guy, though. When they told him he couldn't wear the cowboy hat at work, I was afraid he'd blow smoke in their faces. He just said 'a-yup', and hung it on the doorknob. I have to ask...you didn't...make him taller, or something, did you? I've been trying to figure out if it's posture and boots, or something else."
There was a pause. "Confident men appear larger."
"Hmm." A pair of dress shoes thumped to the floor, allowing Mike to flex his feet. "Speaking of appearing larger...Bruce's stomach is awful big now, which makes it hard for me to focus on anything. Paul and I really enjoy having him around for lunch." Mike paused. "Heh. A-round, get it?"
"Hmm."
"But I think you might have overdone his stomach a bit. Seems like he can't do anything without shifting his weight first, or moving it out of the way. And he hasn't bought enough 4XL shirts to cover every day yet."
Mike's next thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. When Mike opened it, his voice cracked slightly. "Bruce! Uh...come in!"
"Hi, Mike! Great to see you. Is Mutazz here?"
The genie stood a head shorter than the beer-bellied construction worker. "Of course."
The construction worker presented his stomach, pressing his hands into its sides. "I wanted to talk to you about this."
Mike spoke up. "It IS awfully big."
"You said it. It's so big, I can't do sit-ups anymore. Can't even do one." Bruce widened his stance and tried to bend at the waist. His meaty shoulders rolled forward but his round stomach blocked him after a short distance.
Mike gestured toward Bruce. "Mutazz, fix this."
"He expressed no desire to exercise."
Bruce patted his ball belly and laughed. "Yeah, but exercise is good for you, ya know? The results are totally worth it."
Mike pulled the genie aside, his voice thin and intense. "Fix it."
"He did not state his wish clearly. This gets humans into trouble."
"Can't you see he wants that beer gut taken down a notch?"
Mutazz cleared his throat and addressed the construction worker. "You have confused my friend. Tell him what you want."
Bruce thumped his gut with both hands. "I want a huge beer belly - so big it makes people stare. And I want it to grow bigger. And bigger. And BIGGER." Bruce grinned. "That's what I want."
Mike's eyes glazed over at the mental image. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Mutazz spoke first.
"Your wish is granted. Your 'beer belly' will expand daily."
Bruce shrugged. "Do I...uh...gotta do anything?"
"Do not go on a diet. And, you must visit Mike's place of work every morning."
"Hell, I'd be doing that anyway. I mean, do I have to do anything to start the wish?"
Mike's voice finally worked free of his throat. "Just show off...I mean, show up."
Bruce's meaty paw shook Mutazz's hand, then Mike's. "You guys are the best. See ya tomorrow." The door closed behind the beer-bellied construction worker, leaving Mike eyeing Mutazz unsteadily.
"This is great, but...why wait? Why didn't he just balloon up right here?"
"He has wished for an impractical vastness of girth. He does not realize how impractical I can be." The genie grinned. "A stomach the size of a car reflects restraint on my part. And I give him time to adjust by slowing his growth."
Mike swallowed hard. "How is he going to get around when he's that big?"
"He will lead his normal life. Doorways will present the most serious obstacle to him. Meanwhile, you will enjoy watching his girth exceed his expectations. You must not take any more business trips until he has finished growing."
Mike's expression became thoughtful. "Is that what this is about - trying to keep me here on my regular schedule?"
The genie said nothing, but looked out at the empty street, streetlights dispelling the darkness. Mike's voice warmed. "You didn't have to do this. I'd be here anyway."
The genie's expression didn't change. "I now understand why you needed to travel. I don't know how humans can live in that environment."
Mike wrapped Mutazz in a hug. "But you know how to make it interesting. Thanks."
The genie leaned into Mike so slightly it was barely perceptible. But Mike smiled nonetheless.