Fair Trade - Part 3

“What’s that?”

“Well, I’ve always been a bit of a quick shot. I’d like to get that fixed--maybe even give myself the ability to have multiples.”

Chaz squinted. “But you’ve always been able to go more than once.”

“I meant at a time,” Luke explained. “Like multiple orgasms.”

“Ohhh…”

“So what do you want? Gotta be fair, after all.”

“Well, multiple orgasms does sound tempting,” Chaz admitted, “but I must admit, when you really get going I sort of have those already. Perks of being the bottom. And with a dick like that, I suspect I’ll be having a lot more of them in the future…”

“Hey, eyes up here,” Luke commanded after he saw spittle start to slip out of the side of Chaz’s mouth. “We got some more work to do before we play.”

“Right, um, well…” Chaz turned away from Luke so he could think about something other than the deep, satisfying plundering he was about to endure. “How about a bit more stamina for me?”

“I thought you just said you can already get multiples?”

“No, I meant just plain physical stamina,” Chaz replied. “Like, maybe have the quads to do more than two squats before I’m winded.”

“Oh, sure, I’m game for that,” Luke said, beaming. “Although, I’m not letting you lose any of that delicious pudge, so the only way you could get more stamina is through bigger muscles.”

“Sure,” the stout man said, but it was Chaz’s turn to grin. “But having more muscles means I’ll have a higher metabolic rate. I’ll be burning more calories just breathing than I am now, so I’ll probably lose a pound or two of this,” Chaz said while pinching his love handle.

“Okay, fair. And I’m totally okay with you being an even thicker boy in the meantime.”

“So we cool, dudes?” The genie asked. At some point he’d summoned a cigarette and had been smoking it without a trace of smoke filling the home.

“Yeah, we’re cool,” Luke responded, and with a snap of his fingers, the wish was done.

For Luke, nothing happened and he just assumed he’d only experience the results of his wish in the coming hours. But for Chaz, the results were more dramatic. Already squat due to his height and weight, Luke saw Chaz fill out even more, his limbs, chest, and shoulders thickening thanks to a sudden influx of strength. There was nothing to see of course--Chaz’s layer of blubber was thick enough that even if he’d gained fifty pounds of muscle you’d never see a single vein--but the fifteen pounds of musculature that Chad did gain was certainly noticeable in the way it just changed him overall. Slightly less pear-shaped, slightly boxier, and somewhat more imposing.

Chaz couldn’t see his shape change, but he could see his forearms thicken, his thighs balloon, and his calves inflate, and as they did he could feel a certain lightness return. Not in the sense that he felt light, but it was just far easier to move in general. He gave a few quick hops mostly with his ankles, and while the jiggling of his chest and belly felt the same, the fact that he could do it at all was a sign of just how much stronger he’d become.

“Okay, that was cool,” Chaz said, grinning from ear to ear.

The genie stepped between the two still very erect and very naked men. “A’ight, are we done here? You guys seem like you’ve got something to do, if you get what I’m laying down.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Chaz said, still testing himself with some jumping jacks.

“Sure, I think we can take it from here,” Luke nodded.

“Then by the power vested in me by immortal forces from the primordial era, I dub thee ready to fuck each other’s brains out,” the genie intoned and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

“Well, that was an experience,” Luke said, waving away the smoke. Chaz didn’t reply--instead, he merely stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his lover, raising himself on his tiptoes to plant his lips on Luke’s.

Luke loved his boyfriend’s new look, but it was one thing looking at Chaz’s newly built self--it was an entirely different thing to feel it. Chaz was still the big softie he’d always loved, but beneath that softness was a solid core that had never really existed. And the power with which he’d squeezed was enough to take his breath away in a very literal sense.

Chaz was more focused on the giant log that was pressing into his abdomen. Oh, the making out was great, but he was more on autopilot--kissing simply because that’s what the two of them always did before getting down to business. Not that it seemed like either of them needed to, given how rock solid they were even before the genie left, but old habits die hard even after a mystical genie permanently alters your bodies for the better.

And besides, Luke was usually the one to initiate the penetrative stage of sex, and he was too excited to feel the new and improved Chaz. He ran his hands up and down his lover’s thicker back, down his chunkier arms, across his broader chest. He even halted his kiss to run his tongue down to Chaz’s wider chin and nibbled on his burlier shoulders.

Perhaps his newfound stamina gave Chaz equally new confidence, but he decided he’d had enough foreplay. A slightly pudgier but definitely firmer hand grabbed Luke by the cock and began leading him to the bedroom.