Mean Genie #BEN (Patreon)

A man an mysterious wish granting app...

He’d been sat on his phone at home for hours now. Browsing through the many different porn sites looking for something that interested him. Weeks at a time being away from home for work was not fun and now Ben finally had a few days to spend in his own flat, by himself, Alone. But he had his phone for company. At least until the screen began to mess around. Whenever he pressed a button a pop up of a gold lamp appeared. When he tracked it down on the phones settings he saw it was an app he’d never installed and had no name attached to it. Just the gold lamp logo. “Browse some porn for five seconds and I’ve got fucking shit on here already…” He smashed the remove app button to try and delete it but it just stayed on screen, as if nothing had happened. In fact nothing he did seemed to shift it. Ben sighed and gave up, finally clicking it. “It’s either some advert or a pop up, probably have to delete the whole-“ His phone switched off. Plunging the room into darkness for several seconds. He managed a brief “What the-“ before it lit up again, revealing a man sitting on his bed, illuminated by dim white light of the screen. “Ah! Where the fuck did you come from!” The guy looked like a thug, not that it bothered Ben, he was proud enough to stand his ground if he had to defend himself. He looked the guy over, he was dressed in grey joggers and a hoodie with large, white trainers. He must have been in his mid 30s. His tanned skin and bulging muscles from years of working outside were a dead give away, maybe something to be wary of.

“I’m Gaz, your personal wish in a bottle” he reached forwards and boldly grabbed the phone from Bens hands navigating through his porn collection while Ben fumbled to cover his boner. “oh ho having a wank? sorry mate bad timing” “Ay give that back!” Ben shouted, angrily snatching the phone and closing the many images of bears on screen. Ben himself was a cub. Slightly chubby but not enough to become the butt of any jokes, he was more hairy than anything else, which his mates DID joke about. Now, sat in just his boxers and pulling them up fast to cover himself, he pointed at the strange thug in his room. “So how’d you get in here, what the fuck do ya want?” Gaz sighed waving a hand. In an instant, he vanished into green smoke before appearing behind Ben a split second later, on the other side of the bed in a new cloud of green haze. Ben spun round on his sheets realizing this guy in his room was either pulling some very clever tricks or…. “Oh shit, no way” Ben muttered. “oh shit yeah mate, I’m the real deal. You got some wishes and I’m here to make that happen, got a few rul-” “-so what?! I just say it and you do it?” Ben interrupted. “Yup, like I JUST said dude. I’m a genie. The real deal, You get a few-” “-fuck off like id believe that B-S!” Gaz grimaced at being interrupted as he took out his first joint. “Fuck it, go on mate. try me” Ben sat for a second, unaware he was taunting the powerful Genie. “OK…” Ben thought “…so anything yeah?” “oh ye” Gaz smirked.

Ben looked over his messy room, beer cans and game disks strewn across a sticky carpet. A thought entered his head. “I wish I had someone to clean up all this…shit-” he gestured to the room as he continued “AND I don’t wanna be doing fuck all no more you hear! Wanna be looked after” Gaz slowly rose to his full height. Even in the dark room he looked pretty imposing, not that Ben seemed to care. “Done” he raised his hand and clicked.

The room spun, he felt his bed slide away and be replaced with a much larger one, his messy clothes vanished from the floor as did the beer bottles and mess. As Ben eyes focused he leant back, arms behind his head, proud of himself as he felt the soft silk bed under him. “now that’s more like it! Looking much bett-” Ben Wass cut off by his front door as it swung open. Followed by a huge bear of a man, covered in sweat and wrapped in a tight leather vest over his hairy chest. Just visible on his belt was badge that read ‘BOUNCER-CLUB HISTORIA’ “Babe I’m back-oh” the man cutting himself off as saw Ben, laid back on his bed, still half naked and looking proud as anything “Sorry I’m a bit late. Some clubbers were giving us a runaround” he bellowed as he threw down a large high vis vest he’d been carrying with, ‘BRENT’ in huge silver letters across the back while Brent himself lent on the doorframe to the room. Huge arms apart and showing off a strong muscle gut and hairy pits. Ben snapped his head towards Gaz, a look of confusion on his face “The hell is this?” “You wished it mate. but with that big fella looking after you I doubt you’ll want for much innit” “But-” Ben began to protest before he could, Brent threw himself onto the bed next to him. He must have been 37 and at least 6ft 8, way bigger, taller and older than Ben. He immediately tried to stand only to find a massive arm, heavy as lead, press down on his face and suddenly he was deep into the musky pits of the massive hulk. “Mummmmuhmmph” he struggled against the long sweaty hair that felt like a wet towel on his face, well worked from a night on the town keeping the clubs safe, he could barely open his mouth and was forced to sniff it all. Brents biceps were like steel. “I know you missed me but your tickling me lil’guy” Brent laughed as he too now lent back, keeping the smaller Ben pinned under his arm like teddy bear. With his spare hand he scratched his round muscle gut before he patted Bens own belly with a playful slap and reached over to grab the TV remote. Ben heard it flick on from his musk prison as Brent began to search for late night cop shows, leaving Ben to struggle until eventually he found himself calming, slowly becoming accustom to the damp, musky aroma. After an hour or so of deep laughter and loud burps Brent finally lifted his arm to find Ben almost asleep. He pulled him up, his face almost like Velcro as he was peeled away from his pits. Ben slowly came too and Brent took a huge, rough hand to wipe some of the sweat out of his eyes. “Feeling better fella” Ben would have shouted back, he wanted to get mad and punch this guy, but only half awake all he could think about was the rank smell. It was everywhere and he couldn’t seem to smell anything else BUT the musky man. He rubbed his nostrils to find the source only to feel a thick beard rubbing against his hand.

Gaz was on his fifth joint now and had been enjoying the show so far. When Ben finally looked to him “I can’t-arg the smell-and a beard?!” he muttered still feeling it with his fingers. Gaz sat back on the end of the bed, Brent seemingly oblivious to him in the room. “Guess if your not doing much and being looked by ya new boyfriend here, you get yourself beard. Ain’t much I can do. Wishes are permanent but hey, you’d know that wouldn’t you smart ass” Ben looked on in horror as Brent went in for a man hug, having only heard part of his mumbling. “Your beard? What about it?” Brent asked concerned. Ben, caught off guard and feeling like he shouldn’t upset the hulk, looked back at him but just mumbled “oh I-nothing, I just-err” He struggled to find the words. His head was cloudy and all he could smell was Brent. A second later, those huge arms pulled him in, wrapping Ben up in the stink all over again. He wriggled against it, feeling almost crushed against Brents massive muscle gut and hairy pecs. Gaz listened in “go on, what do ya want next mate?” Ben could just push his mouth out to speak. “I wish fo-errr-wish that I was in control!”

Gaz clicked his fingers and watched on as Ben watched his world blur but couldn’t see any changes. Brent, still loading him tightly lent in, his hot breath on his ear. “C’mon daddy bear don’t be such a lazy fuck” “Daddy…bear?” Ben muttered before he felt himself get warm, then hot. He pulled himself to sit up, feeling his small belly pushing against his chest. He looked across and saw his arms thickening with muscle, fat and hair. Brent was still laying back on the large bed, arms behind his head and watching Ben with a gorilla smirk, still somehow not seeing the changes.

“Buurrrrrp” Ben belched. Covering his mouth. Then another. His belly pushed harder up and out, he held it with both hands fighting against it. “Na mate thi-BRAAAUUUUUUUUP” His stomach swelled up under his hands, forcing them apart as it expanded in a perfect ball. He tried to look at Gaz but it was a strain, his shoulders were starting to touch his neck. Looking down he watched his biceps inflate to bowling balls, sticking out from his sides. All the while he slowly grew, his height pushed upwards from 5ft 8 to 6 ft, to 6ft 1 and it didn’t stop. His legs and ass became huge logs bellow two mountains. Ben took a moment to catch his breath but quickly felt the familiar pressure building up deep inside again. “Oh,-gasp- not agai-BRUUUUUUUUUP” his gut ballooned out and finaly dropped under its own mass, no longer able to support itself. His chunky boxers now strained around his thighs. As his gut continued to round out the thin fabric gave way and split around his waist. His huge bear body now free it stuck out in all directions, his chest was all he could see in front of him like a shelf, his head pressed by his shoulder, his massive arms too huge to curl. His gut was almost solid and when Ben finally tried to move again it was a with massive effort. “F-fuck!” he bellowed out in shock. His voice now three times deeper than Brents and twice as loud.

Brent just stayed still, genie meanwhile was now rolling another smoke and opening a beer from Bens mini feidge. “Gaz!” Ben shouted “w-what did OH!-” Ben buckled forwards reaching in vein for his balls as they ached like crazy all of a sudden. “Oh shit son” Gaz laughed leaning round his gut for a better view “Looks like your not done yet- Mr BIG bear in control” Gaz watched the helpless Ben trying to itch as his wide back began pickle with brown hairs.Within seconds his skin was being hidden under thick fur. Which was the only way to describe it, it really was like a carpet of almost Redish brown fur and looked as damp and sweaty as the rest of him. “Oh shit no no no!” Soon Ben could feel the hot wrapping fur spreading further, like being wrapped in a blanket. It grew over his shoulders and joined as it covered his thickening chest and widened beer gut. He couldn’t see past that but his legs and cock were also quickly vanishing into a cloud of hair. Quickly his skin boiled underneath, sweating a musk far stronger than Brents that began to rise from his crotch and pits like a fog. Brent sat forwards in front of him and reached out, Ben felt the cold slap of his far less hairy skin against his as Brent slid his rough hand over the skin of Bens head. He realized in an instant was now as bald as they come, he looked like one of the biggest Bears that ever lived. Ben could only look down at himself, seeing nothing but fat, muscle, gut and mattered hair. “Whut dud yu do…” he mumbled to himself, his beard was now so heavy and thick it made it hard to talk clearly. It would probably the way he had to talk forever he realized. Gaz finally laughed, blowing out clouds green smoke “Shit dog, you look like a fucking actual photoshoped bear!” Ben knew he couldn’t undo it, and that somehow he couldn’t not play along. Brent had spun around and was now leaning back against Ben, he grabbed each of his arms and held them around him, forcing Ben into giving a bear hug. He was amazed he could reach around the man who just earlier had been a hulk to him, he must have gained 2 foot at least. He even found he could move the huge man around a bit now, although it was getting harder and harder to maneuver his own bulk with each passing second as it pressed up against itself in weird places. “Oh Daddy you stink so good” Brent moaned as he nested his clearly once broken nose and beard into the wedge of muscle and fat that made up Bens closed arm pit. For a split second Ben felt himself relax before he pushed Brent off. “Na er-cub-” felt himself say as his words seemed to change as he tried to say them. “-go an mak me food. Cuz I said so bitch” Brent didn’t seem to mind either, growled back, grinning as he walked to the kitchen “Yes Officer Ben” before he heard him click the light on.

He waited for Brent to be out of ear shot before he threw himself around to face the Gaz “The fuk did yu do Genie!” He shouted as loud as he dare, his deep voice still slightly muffled by the browny-red beard. Gaz glared “You fucking what?!” Ben immediately knew he’d said the wrong thing, his new body was so testosterone fueled he couldn’t manage it. “I’m sorry! I can’t-it’s hard to thunk” Ben managed to blurt out. “You got one more out of me then I’m leaving you to it you here! I don’t have to put up with YOUR B-S!” Gaz cruelly using his own words against him. “OK OK! Lemme thunk man” Ben panicked as he slowly revolved his huge body builders body around to sit again, only now propped up by the wall behind him so he didn’t have to hold his own weight up. It was amazing and terrifying just how much effort it took.

“So I gotta fix this…how tho-my head hurt bad” he pressed his pecs together and his biceps bulged as he held his head in his heads to try and think clearly through the fog of musk and hormones. “You goy any thoughts in there at all dude?” The thug Gaz jeered as he poked Bens massive gut and sparked up yet another joint.

The loud gruff voice of his bear boyfriend Brent cut them off “Big Bear you want your Shake?” Ben looked down as his furry body “Big bear? I mean-Err” He felt the musk and heavy fog settle again as he struggled to think” -Y-Yeah Lil’bear, Bring da big jug this guys hun-gry!” Part of him was trying to buy time but it was getting harder to fight it.

“so I can’t wish not for this any of this shit to happen?” Gaz laughed out loud “Na mate, last chance.” As Ben felt the fur in his hands and looked down over his arms he had a final thought, but maybe his only option. “Can I wish to like being…like this?” Gaz smiled. “course mate, probably the best thing you’ve said so far” He didn’t wait for confirmation. He just stood up, crossed his arms and clicked his fingers. From Bens point of view the Thug vanished into a puff of smoke. Gaz however, was still there, watching for curiosity sake. Ben sat for a moment or two, not sure if the final wish had worked, before he sniffed the air. He slowly followed the smell, it lingered and lead his face down to his tightly closed pit. He was just about to lift it when Brent entered the room. With him was a huge jug of thick white protein shake. “Took the last two tubs of ice cream but I know that’s how you like it big bear” For a second Ben felt horrified but instead just sat back and smiled, as a sudden feeling of relaxation waved over him He felt drowsy, barely managing a lazy “Thanks Babe” as he watched Brent bring it over and hand it to him. Ben lifted the 3 gallon jug with ease, seemingly on automatic as he opened up his jaw as wide as he could. Gulping with huge chugs. It was cold and rich, he could feel the lumps of whey powder and cream as it went down. Some of it was dribbling down his beard and onto his chest. He could feel his gut rumble and expand even further. He felt Brent lean over him and rub his belly. Running his hands through the fur and matting the ice cream drips into it. It felt like he was caressing a furry globe.

Ben finally dropped the jug and tossed it to the floor. “Ah that’s better lad” Brent rested his huge bearded face on Bens gut and while they looked into each others eyes he slid his beefy arm and round him, sliding it deep into the furry folds of muscle and fat. Ben felt the tug on his balls and saw Brent grinning. Brent could never see Bens grin, all he ever saw was the cold thug stare, Ben’s huge beard obscured any view of his expression. “You like that Daddy bear” “Oh yea I do” Ben growled back as he grabbed and yanked the now smaller Officer Brent on top of his gut laying down. Their beards just inches apart. Ben slowly lifted one his arms up away from the slab of chest hair to reveal a thick jungle in his pits. Musk so thick Brent could swore he could almost see it. Without thinking Ben pushed Brent in and closed his arm down. “There just like you like it taste a real man” Brent didn’t struggle. “Mmmph” he muttered as he slathered and licked as much of Bens man stench as he could. Soon Ben felt tied. He reached over Brents gut and grabbed the TV remote, still on the bed, and started to look for cop shows. He could have a wank while his cub enjoyed himself. Then bed. Ben laid back and raised his spare arm as he look a long sniff and felt himself get a boner. “Love you Lil’bear” he said affectionately to what he could see of Brents neck berried in his other pit. Still more than happy being helplessly pinned there. “Wuve yuu to Big’beah” Came a half muffled response.

Gaz smiled “Well thats one happy customer, not my usual but makes a change I guess, well… on to the next one” He vanished. Now on his way to the next guy to see what they think of a few of the thugs wishes.

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