All the tools on show (Patreon)

Just look at him, here again, - he should of finished days ago. Hes got all his tools on show again, not to mention too less again. Look at all his muscles.

You’ve got all your tools on show, all you need is a shovel and a brush. What’s wrong are you jealous of him?

I suppose I am in a way. Did you know he earns 500 a day, we are lucky to earn 100. Why should he get all the money?

Well, because he’s a skilled labourer, we are just labourers.

Well it’s not fair, he would probably do his job in half the time if he wasn’t paid as much.

It’s the way it is mate, you can always dream to be like him. Some dreams come true.

Your right, I could, more than that I could wish to be like him.

Do you believe in wishes?

Everyone is entitled to a wish. I’ll do it right now. I wish I was like him, just like him.

In that very moment a chill came across my entire body and I swear there was a voice in my head. I’m sure the voice said “your wish is my command.” I must of been imagining it. I shook it off and carried on with my work. That night I went to bed early, about 10pm, but I couldn’t sleep. My mind was racing and I felt very hot. As the clock struck midnight my mind went blank and I suddenly fell asleep. I had very vivid dreams that night, I was dreaming of being in a gym, pumping iron. I’d never been to a gym and I certainly wouldn’t be able to lift the weights I was lifting in my dream.

I woke up to an alarm tone, I looked at where the sound was coming from and it was a phone. It wasn’t my phone, however out of habit, I picked it up and my Face ID unlocked it and turned the alarm off. It was then I noticed my arm was much bigger than normal. There were veins popping from under my skin, my arm was also more hairy than I was used too and my tattoo was gone. I then noticed the smell in the room, it was a manly smell, wasn’t un pleasant but it wasn’t my smell. The room was still dark and stepped out of bed and opened the curtains.

It was then that I noticed the bed, the curtains, the window, the smell, the entire room in fact were not my own. I wasn’t in my own bed, and judging from the view out of the window I wasn’t in my room, or even my house. I looked down at my arms again, now that light was peering through the windows I could see my arms were different, my hands were different. I looked further down to my stomach area, I had abs and pecs. I was also stark bollock naked. My dick was huge. It was also growing. I looked out of the window again, there was a man on the street. He nodded at me and shouted. “WATCH OUT, YOU’LL POKE SOME ONES EYE OUT WITH THAT.” He gestured towards my growing dick. “UNLESS YOUR WANTING TO POKE SOMETHING ELSE?”

Whatever are you insinuating?

Mate, I’ve come here every morning for months, today is the first day you have acknowledged me.

Why have you been coming here?

For the view of course. I’ll be here every day until you accept me into your bed.

I closed the window. I wasn’t t ready for that kind of stuff yet. I needed to find out where I was and more to the point who I was. I searched around the dhouse and found a mirror in the bathroom.

Oh my word, I’m Declan, the guy with the tools yesterday. Fuck he’s even more beautiful in the flesh. I’m beautiful. Wow. My dick got ever bigger and oozed a little cum. I headed back to the window of Declan’s, well my bedroom. The man was still there.

Your wish has been granted, your just like him. You are Declan.

You did this?

I certainly did. I’ve been wanting to bed him for months. And when you, a gay man, wished to be him I couldn’t resist. Your Declan now, may I come in? I don’t believe you will be able to relive that throbbing dick on your own.