Fair Trade - Part 2

“How about I give you a big dick?”

Luke asked the question casually, but his smirk let Chaz know this had always been his intention. Still, it caught Chaz by surprise. He’d never been particularly well-endowed--some might even call him downright small--but it had never been a problem in their relationship before.

“I, uh, didn’t know that was so important to you…” Chaz sounded hurt.

“It’s not,” Luke replied quickly. “But… I mean, we’ve been together for years and I kinda miss having a big fat hog to suck on every once in a while.”

Chaz considered. He was the bottom in the relationship mostly by choice, but partly by necessity--it just didn’t stick out far enough past his fat pad to be of much use. But if it were bigger…

“Ok, deal. But you get a bigger cock too.”

Luke blinked, then smiled. “It’s your ass, babe. How much do you think you can take?”

“Um… Two inches. Maybe? How big are you again?”

“Close to seven on a good day. I’m fine with having a nine-inch dick, but I want you to be bigger.”

“What? Why?”

Luke reached out a hand and braced it on Chaz’s shoulder. “I think it might do you some good to know you’re packing way more heat than any dude you meet. Plus, I think it’s super hot when the bottom has a big fucking donkey dick hanging underneath him.”

Chaz snorted, but nodded. “Ok, but not too much bigger. Like, I need to still fit into pants.”

“We could always just make you a grower,” Luke replied with another smirk.

“I’m already a grower. Anything more than 9 inches is going to be double the meat I’m used to, so let’s stay close to that number, okay?”

“I’ll be the shower then. Deal,” Luke said and then turned and nodded at the genie. The genie, who’d been listening impassively during the negotiation, nodded back.

And just like that, both men felt a familiar stirring in their groins. Blood pumped rapidly as they both became intensely aroused. Luke’s member tented his slacks impressively, while Chaz’s boner was barely visible to the untrained eye--Luke just knew to look for the telltale bump right in the middle of the zipper.

Then that bump grew into a distinct bulge before the zipper simply ripped itself apart trying to contain the monster that was growing within. Chaz’s cock erupted forth, obviously though and meaty even though it was still restrained by a straining layer of cotton, but then that too failed as the drooling head of Chaz’s new hog presented itself. Several inches of veiny shaft could be seen surrounded by the tattered remains of Chaz’s jeans and underpants, and several more inches appeared as Chaz’s length reached its utmost.

Luke’s dick had kept pace, but his  transformation was far less dramatic. His bulge simply grew larger and larger until it began to snake down his right pant leg. It was uncomfortable, but it didn’t ruin a perfectly good pair of pants.

“Holy shit,” Chaz said, staring at his purple helmet, a drop of precum already stretching towards the ground. He’d never been able to stand up straight and still see his erection, and now it was all he could see.

“Nice.” Luke reached out and gave Chaz’s uncut member a few tugs. “This thing is like a beer can, too.”

“Well that’s not fair, why are your pants still in one piece?!”

“Probably because I’m naturally curved and I’ve got a bit of extra space to maneuver this snake,” Luke replied, adjusting himself so his dick pointed straight up. It stretched past his belt buckle so Chaz could see through Luke’s t-shirt. “Thanks to those stout thighs though, your cock could only grow one direction: out.”

“Fuck,” Chaz said, but it seemed less out of sorrow how his ruined jeans than it was in amazement at how enormous his manhood had become. And how good it felt to have Luke stroke him.

“Let’s get these off--they’re not doing anything for you now,” Luke said, slipping his hands beneath Chaz’s lovehandles to push his pants down. With a thunk, Chaz’s jeans dropped around his ankles revealing him in all his glory.

“Hm,” Luke said, finger on his chin as he looked at Chaz’s bare bottom. “I’m happy with this,” Luke tugged on Chaz’s dick again, eliciting a moan, “but I’m less happy about these.” Luke’s other hand grabbed his boyfriend’s testicles. “These are sort of like having tennis balls underneath a zeppelin.”

“I guess you’re right. What about you?”

Luke smiled and casually slipped out of his slacks. His own impressive erection swung up to slap him in the stomach with a thwack, and Chaz licked his lips and the gently-curved length. Below it were a pair of far less impressive balls, and Chaz could only imagine what his own puny sac might look like.

“Ok, yeah, we should fix this,” Chaz agreed. “But just to make things look proportionate. I get the feeling things are going to get crowded down there, and I don’t need a big dangling pair of bull balls to go with this donkey dick.”

Luke pouted, but agreed. The genie once again nodded and both felt the far stranger sensation of their sac expanding and their balls growing to match. Although Chaz asked not to go overboard, proportionate still meant that he would up with testes that were like tangerines covered in hair. Although smaller, Luke’s weren’t far off.

“Fuck,” Chaz said again. “Can we take a break? I need something inside me, and I’m staring right at it.”

“Not quite yet,” Luke replied. “I got at least one more wish we’ll need to work out.”