Best Friend's Wish (Patreon)

Hi folks, this story is based on an idea by Ninjakeyblader / TheGreatStoryteller and features two transformations: a nerd-to-jock muscle growth and a male-to-female gender swap, both with mental changes and a reality shift.

On the outskirts of Harristown stood the decrepit shell of a factory. Although the inner workings of the building had shut down some fifty years prior and the townsfolk had left it to crumble in the decades since, the property still found itself to be a popular hotspot. As was common with long-abandoned sites, a dark and entirely fictitious mythology quickly built up around the place, painting over a truthfully mundane history with fantastical stories of vengeful ghosts and packs of rabid cannibals. For many residents of Harristown, the factory was best forgotten as a memorial site to the town’s unforgiving industrial past, but every few years a new story began spreading about odd happenings in the woods around it and interest in the decayed property was reignited for a few weeks, particularly among the youth crowd.

Brayden Reed was one such youth. His parents had warned him that he shouldn’t dare venture near the abandoned factory, and for years he had dutifully obeyed them. Now that he was eighteen though, he figured that he had graduated beyond obeying their wildly superstitious rules. So, before the clock had even striked 12:15 AM on his eighteenth birthday, Brayden and his best friend Riley were already passing through the broken fence that led towards the crumbling remains of the factory. The two young men had heard plenty of stories about the place over the years, but the most enduring tale was that the factory owner had gone insane and killed his wife, a number of his workers, and then himself. Their ghosts supposedly remained behind, incapable of moving on to a more peaceful afterlife. Neither Brayden nor Riley actually believed those stories, but they still had to work up the nerve to push open the factory’s back door and take their first steps inside.

It was Brayden who led the way into the dark interior, but he frequently glanced back at his friend for reassurance. The pair of high school seniors had been best friends since freshman year and had grown so close that many of their peers even suspected that they were secretly a couple. While it was true that they worked well together, they were both of the opinion that it was only as friends rather than anything more - and besides, Riley was straight, so it was a moot point anyway. His heterosexuality hadn’t stopped him from being a great ally and he had been the first person Brayden had come out to, back in their sophomore year. Neither of them was particularly lucky when it came to relationships, but the upside of this was that all of the time that they spent together as a pair of bachelors only helped their friendship grow even stronger.

Their sexualities weren’t the only difference between the two young men though, as there was also a notable contrast between their physiques. Brayden was the taller of the two at six-foot-one, while Riley stood a few inches under the six foot mark. When it came to physiques though, Riley more than made up for his lack of height with compact muscles from years of wrestling, which allowed him to easily overpower his slender best friend. They loved to tease each other about these differences, with Brayden frequently messing up his friend’s hair, while Riley wasn’t shy about tackling his buddy and getting him into a headlock to show off his superior strength. As they entered the potentially dangerous factory though, they were both relying on that strength and the wrestling skills to defend them should there really be anything lurking within…

For the next twenty minutes, the two young men slowly progressed through the rundown interior of the factory. But due to this slower pace along with their growing anxiety, each passing minute began to feel more like an hour. Every little creak and groan from the ancient building had them on edge, anticipating an attack from the shadows at any moment. Strangely, a lot of those noises seemed to be coming from below them, so when they discovered a door that proclaimed on its sign to lead to the basement, they simply knew they had to investigate.

“This is a terrible idea, you know that, right?” Riley hissed at the taller boy, although he too was actually enjoying the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Rather than respond verbally, Brayden just winked and doubled down on his reputation as the more reckless of the two by leading the way down into the dark abyss.

Even though both teenagers had brought flashlights with them on their adventure, the beams of light seemed strangely incapable of illuminating the darkness around them. Riley muttered out a curse at the lack of visibility and Brayden was quick to agree, adding a warning that they should take each step carefully. If there was really something dangerous within the abandoned factory, the duo couldn’t help but worry that they were actually descending upon its lair. From the little they could actually see, they had already identified various food wrapped and dirty blankets strewn about the floor. The smell was absolutely terrible too, almost sulfurous in its odor.

Just as Brayden thought his nerves were about to give up on him, Riley suddenly let out a yelp and string of curses. Brayden spun around in an instant, fully prepared to grab his best friend’s arm and run for their lives, but it seemed as if there was no immediate danger. Instead, Riley had accidentally collided with a metal table that he had failed to see until his tender flesh had already made impact with the hard edge of the corner. After checking on his friend to ensure that he hadn’t done anything more than bruise himself, Brayden’s attention was suddenly caught by the lone object on the dusty surface of the table. “Is that… a genie lamp?”

Riley turned his flashlight to the object and let out a brief chuckle. “Sure looks like one,” he agreed, “What’s it doing down here though?”

“And why does it look so clean?” Brayden asked curiously, “Shouldn’t it be covered in dust like everything else here?” The lamp looked freshly polished, practically sparkling as their flashlights settled upon it. For such an innocent-seeming object, it sure did give Brayden the creeps. Still, he was fascinated by its strange placement in the basement of an abandoned factory. How had it come to be there?

“What do you think, should I rub it, see if a genie comes out?” Riley asked. Even through the gloom Brayden could make out his friend’s familiar grin. “I’ll even be nice and gift you one of my wishes.”

“Let’s rub it together,” Brayden suggested instead, before snickering and adding, “No homo though. You’re not man enough for my tastes!” His teasing remark earned a laugh from Riley and was taken no further; it was hardly the first time they had made such jokes with each other.

After the pair had placed their flashlights down onto the table, Riley picked up the lamp by the handle and held it between himself and Brayden. Then, barely able to contain their giggles, they each placed a hand on one side of the lamp and stroked the startlingly cold surface.

Their laughter only lasted a few more seconds though, as their attention was then grabbed by a thick purple smoke emerging from the lamp’s spout that quickly engulfed them. In a matter of seconds they were hidden from each other’s view and, even more alarmingly, both young men felt the lamp being wrenched out of their grasp, vanishing somewhere into the purple fog. The friends called out for each other, but their voices sounded strangely distant considering they should have only been a foot away from each other at most, as if they were speaking from opposite ends of a long room instead.

As each man staggered through the lilac fog, a shape began to form in front of each of them and when their eyes adjusted, they realized that they had been confronted by a pale-fleeced goat with bizarrely human eyes. Brayden’s heart raced as he looked upon the uncanny farm animal, while Riley laughed nervously and contemplated whether it was possible that there was a gas leak in the basement that had caused him to start hallucinating. Surely the smoke and goat couldn’t have actually come from within the genie lamp, right? Right?

Then, as if things weren’t already weird enough, the goat opened its mouth and spoke: “What is your wish?”

Brayden blinked in surprise and rubbed at his eyes, but even after attempting to clear his vision, he still found himself alone in the fog with the strange-looking goat. Just as he began to wonder if those words he thought he’d heard had actually been the sound of creaking somewhere else in the building, the goat repeated its question. There was absolutely no denying it: the goat had definitely spoken!

“My… wish? You’re the genie?” he asked, a slightly hysterical edge to his voice. I’ve gotta be dreaming, right? There’s no way that I’m actually having a conversation with a talking goat-genie! Rather than replying to his question though, the goat once more asked for his wish. Brayden remained silent for several more moments, desperately sorting through the multitude of thoughts in his head, before finally deciding to throw caution to the wind and make a wish. What could possibly go wrong?

“I.. I wish I could attract a hot jock boyfriend,” he announced finally, once again finding himself chuckling after finishing his wish. It sounded so silly said out loud, but it was truthfully what Brayden wanted more than anything. Being friends with Riley was great and he wouldn’t change it for the world, but deep down he longed to have someone else in his life that he could kiss and cuddle with to his heart’s content, and the hotter and more muscular they were, the better!

The goat remained stationary and silent for a good twenty seconds before finally bowing its head and speaking again: “Wish granted.” During the wait, an uneasy feeling had begun to creep down Brayden’s spine. He desperately longed to find Riley but no matter how hard he tried to see through the fog, his friend remained lost. It was only after the farm animal had supposedly granted his wish that the fog suddenly began to subside and as it faded away, the goat disappeared too.

Finally the two friends were reunited, both wide-eyed and wondering how the hell they were going to explain what they had just experienced, unaware that the other had just lived through the very same bizarre encounter. There was something strange about their reunion though, as the two men had found themselves stripped completely naked, without any memory of shedding their clothes. Before either of them could say anything to address the embarrassing situation though, the best friends were struck by an inexplicable wave of pleasure that caused their bodies to shiver and aroused moans to force their way out of their lips.

Then, without allowing so much as a moment for the pair to contemplate what had awoken such feelings inside of them, their transformations began…

The sudden swelling of his upper body was Brayden’s first indication that something beyond rational explanation was happening to him. He stared down at himself, watching as the flat surface of his chest suddenly sprouted two large slabs of muscle that were quickly sculpted into firm pectoral muscles. Beneath them, a full set of six abdominals popped into place, while either side of his new pecs, Brayden’s shoulders were stretched out wider and adopted a more boulder-like appearance. His thin arms inflated like balloons, his biceps rising to become mighty peaks while his forearms thickened to become sturdy and strong. Even his hands weren’t safe, as his fingers thickened and palms became tough and calloused.

“Bro, what’s happening to me?!” Brayden exclaimed, forcing his gaze away from his transforming body and back towards his best friend. To his utter confusion though, the individual across from him hardly even looked like Riley anymore! The masculine features of his face had softened considerably to take on a more waifish character, with his strong jawline and cheekbones becoming softer and his nose taking on a cuter button shape. Above that, Riley’s stylishly cut hair had grown considerably, creeping down towards his shoulders and beyond. The strong muscles that made Riley such a dominant presence on the wrestling team had lost much of their bulk, giving him a build that Brayden immediately identified as being somewhat twink-ish, especially when paired with the more effeminate features Riley was displaying.

“I-I don’t know!” his friend replied in a panic, “Th-there was this goat and it was talking and asked what my wish was and--”

As Riley spoke, his transformation continued and it very quickly became clear to Brayden that he had underestimated what was happening to his friend. Riley wasn’t transforming into a twink at all; his body was completely switching genders! His friend’s once-mighty pecs were now a modest pair of breasts and his already slim waistline had shrunk further, but it was the sudden absence of Riley’s manhood that was undeniably the top story. Brayden watched in both horror and curiosity as the last few inches of Riley’s cock retreated into his body and the whole area shifted and warped until he was in possession of a pussy without even a hint that he had once had a cock and balls!

“Yeah, I saw the goat thing too, bro but, like… did you wish to be a girl or something?!” Brayden asked incredulously, so distracted by the extreme nature of his friend’s physical transformation that he failed to notice the deepening of his own voice. “Because dude, you’re definitely not a dude anymore!”

“Of course I didn’t!” Riley shrieked in response, throwing one arm over their breasts and using their other hand to cover up their crotch. “I wished to get bigger and buffer so that chicks won’t be able to resist me! What did you wish for?!”

“A-a hot jock boyfriend,” Brayden stammered in response, his cheeks flushing hot as he made his admission. “D-do you think we’re getting the opposite of what we wished for?” As he asked his question, Brayden glanced down at himself and gasped at just how huge the muscles of his quads now were - he looked like he was capable of crushing watermelons between them! His calves were incredibly prominent too and even his feet looked bigger. While those changes awoke mixed feelings within Brayden, he was much less conflicted to discover that his average-length cock had now become both thicker and several inches longer. It had reached full mast at eight inches and pre-cum was already dribbling from the tip, because despite the confusing nature of it all, there was something undeniably erotic about their transformations.

Riley hadn’t said anything for a few seconds and when Brayden finally tore his attention away from his majestic cock, he saw that his friend had completely lost any remaining vestiges of masculinity. Brayden still recognised his friend in the beautiful woman’s eyes and nose, but the lips were plumper and the face appeared to have been decorated carefully with make-up. Much to Brayden’s surprise, his cock twitched in delight as his gaze scanned the feminine form before him. He was actually getting turned on looking at those C-cup tits that his friend was struggling to hide, and the smooth skin of her slender legs. Riley had become a total babe!

“I-I think our wishes were swapped,” the new woman suggested in a delicate voice. “Y-you wished for a jock boyfriend and I wished to get so buff that girls found me irresistible. You’re a buff jock now and I’m… a girl who finds you irresistible. Oh fuck, Bray, this is super messed up!”

Deep down Brayden knew that his friend was right, but a cloud had formed in his mind and blocked off a good portion of his rational thinking. Instead, he had unconsciously brought a hand to his enlarged manhood and begun to slowly stroke at the thick meat while continuing to admire his friend’s feminine form. “It’s not too bad,” the muscular jock grunted, quickly closing the gap between them as their physical transformations finally came to a close. “I kinda like the thought of you as my girlfriend.”

Leaning down, he quickly captured the young woman’s lips with a hungry kiss, and much to his delight she returned the kiss with equal amount of passion. Without any thought remaining for what had just happened to them, Brayden lifted up his girlfriend onto the metal table, pushing aside the genie lamp as if it was no more notable than the rest of the trash on the ground. The final morsels of resistance were lost amidst the consummation of their lust that followed, and just a few short minutes later Brayden had reached climax as a muscular jock for the first time, while Riley had lost her virginity as a buxom cheerleader.

After the pair had cleaned themselves up and dressed themselves in the clothes they found at their feet - Brayden looks so hot in that letterman, Riley noted to herself as she adjusted her skirt and the buttons on her pink blouse - the cheerleader cuddled up against her boyfriend’s side. “Babe, let’s get outta here,” she whined, “This place gives me the creeps!”

“Sure thing, babe,” Brayden agreed, pressing a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead. “I’ve got a perfectly good bed at home where I can make you feel all nice and safe…”

The young couple quickly left, all memories of the lamp, the strange goat creature and their wishes dissipating the moment they stepped outside of the ruined factory. To them, they had always been the most popular couple in school, and reality had shifted to make it so that everybody in Harristown believed that to be the case. Nobody was ever to know that they were a creation of mystical forces beyond human understanding.

Twenty years later, when Brayden and Riley had settled down as husband and wife and had a teenage son of their own, they discouraged the town’s youths from ever stepping foot into the crumbling remains of the factory on the outskirts of town, as their own parents had before them. Of course, as was the secret legacy of Harristown, the youths were quick to disregard their warnings, and so history would soon repeat itself…