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Plus 3 on a travel coach - Part 3

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And before long, one of the jocks at the back of the bus spotted a bar and a small town and declared “I wish we could all spend carefree lives here. I wish we would enjoy everything about being sexy fuck boys. I wish we would make so many men happy.”

Genie snapped his fingers “I wish we could all spend sex full carefree exhibitionist lives here. I wish we would enjoy everything about being sexy fuck boys, seducing all men. I wish we would make so many men muscular, horny, and happy.”

Genie now addressed the guys. “Boys, now that you’re all horny and happy, let me tell you one secret. After seducing a man, if you choose you may whisper in his ear a kink or a skill. That will become part of his new reality. Now go and have fun painting this town white!”

The boys had no idea who this guy was, or with what authority he knew this. But they were too horny to even ask, but they believed him.

And with that the coach stopped and all the hunks sauntered off the coach into their new lives to cause chaos to all the men of this town, and to live happy lives working out, living off the wealth of others and fucking constantly.

The men of the town were instantly captivated by the sight of the newly transformed studs. They stared in awe, their mouths agape, their cocks hardening with desire.

A new bodybuilder, Roco, winked at a group of straight construction workers, flexing their pecs for their amusement.

"Hey, boys," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction, "wanna help me break in my new body?"

The construction workers exchanged glances, their eyes burning with lust. They dropped their tools – wrenches, levels, and drills clattering to the ground like discarded toys – their focus solely on the muscular bodybuilder who stood before them, a vision of pure, unadulterated masculinity. It was as if a switch had flipped in their brains, short-circuiting their heteronormality and unleashing their basest desires.

They swarmed around him like a pack of wolves descending upon a wounded deer, their hands reaching out, hungry to touch, to possess. One worker, with a chin strap and a chest that strained against his safety vest, grabbed Roco’s bicep, his calloused fingers digging into the bulging muscle. Rocco said to him, “You love worshipping muscular guys bodies”.

A third, a hulking brute with a shaved sides and a neck thicker than a tree trunk, went straight for the frat boy's mouth, his tongue darting out like a snake, eager to taste the forbidden fruit.

Their mouths locked in passionate embraces, tongues tangling and teeth clashing in a frenzy of lust. Rocco, initially taken aback by the sheer intensity of their advances, quickly surrendered to the moment, his own desires rising to meet theirs. He arched his back, pushing his hips against the workers' hard bodies, his own cock throbbing in his briefs, straining against the fabric like a caged animal.

The sounds of heavy breathing, moans of pleasure, and the wet slapping of tongues filled the air, mixing with the distant rumble of construction equipment and the shouts of other workers. The construction workers' hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of the Roco’s body, their fingers tracing the contours of his sculpted pecs, his washboard abs, his bulging biceps. They relished exploring his exposed tanned skin and the intricate tattoos that adorned his chest and arms. They unbuckled his belt, their fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jeans, eager to unleash the beast within, their eyes burning with anticipation.

He looked at the guy with the thick neck he’d just been kissing and spoke “You have an amazing mouth and from now on are an amazing cock sucker.”

As Roco's cock sprang free, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. It was a magnificent specimen, thick and veiny, throbbing with life. The worker he’d just been necking, dropped to his knees and began to worship at the altar of his cock, his mouth working with a practiced rhythm, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. The others watched with hungry eyes, their own cocks straining against their work pants, their hands reaching out to touch, to caress, to claim a piece of the action.

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Marcus, fresh off his powerlifting transformation, struts into the coffee house like he owns the place, his muscles sheening in his light sweat and the lights of the store. He's got that swagger, that confidence that comes with knowing he's the hottest piece of meat in the room. He doesn't even bother acknowledging the queue of thirsty patrons, his eyes laser-focused on the prize: Ethan, the barista behind the counter.

"Hey there, handsome," Marcus purrs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Ethan's spine. "I'm in a bit of a rush, but I couldn't help but notice you. Do you have a girlfriend?”

Ethan was taken a back by the handsome stranger and found himself fumbling to answer finally expressing “Yes, I do actually.”

Marcus grinned “Not any more stud. How about you skip the latte and give me something a little more... stimulating?"

He leans in close, his bulging biceps practically brushing against Ethan's face, the scent of sweat and testosterone filling the air. As he speaks, the Genie's magic subtly works its way into Ethan's system, a faint tingle spreading through his muscles. Ethan's eyes widen as he feels his own body responding, a new desire surging through him. He tries to resist, to maintain his composure, but it's no use. The powerlifter's gaze is too intense, his presence too overwhelming. Within seconds, Ethan's arms and chest have grown, his shirt now straining at the seams. He glances down at his crotch, feeling a familiar stirring, but this time it's different, more intense, more urgent. He looks back up at Marcus, his eyes filled with a desperate longing.

"What did you have in mind?" Ethan whispers, his voice barely audible above the whir of the espresso machine. He knows he's about to cross a line, to abandon everything he thought he knew about himself, but he can't resist the pull, the irresistible urge to surrender to Marcus's raw, animalistic desire. “Your cum has the ability to turn any man gay and make him desperate to have sex with the nearest hunk. Your balls are now big enough to cum for half an hour solid. Every night you fill up a milk bottle with your cum and whenever you see a hot guy, you add your special milk to their drink and enjoy the fun.”

With that Marcus took Ethan into the back, leaving the female barista to serve all the thirsty customers.

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Theo, fresh off the sex coach was practically vibrating with pent-up sexual energy. Seeing the local supermarket, he struts in like he's auditioning for a porno. He's shirtless, naturally, his sculpted abs and pecs glistening under the fluorescent lights, turning every soccer mom and teenage girl into a drooling mess. He stops in the produce section, his eyes locking onto Oliver, the fruit and veg boy, arranging a display of ripe, juicy mangoes. Oliver's got that innocent, wholesome vibe that just screams "corrupt me," with his rosy cheeks, freckles, and a smile that could launch a thousand boners.

"Hey there, cutie," Theo purrs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down Oliver's spine. "Those mangoes look delicious, but I bet you're even sweeter." He leans in close, his bulging biceps practically brushing against Oliver's face, the scent of sweat and cheap deodorant filling the air. Oliver can’t help but touch Theo’s meaty shoulder.

As Theo speaks, the Genie's magic subtly works its way into Oliver's system, a faint tingle spreading through his muscles.

Oliver's eyes widen as he feels his own body responding, a newfound desire surging through him. He tries to maintain his composure, to remain professional, but it's no use. Theo's gaze is too intense, his presence too overwhelming. Within seconds, Oliver's arms and chest have grown, his apron now straining at the seams.

He glances down at his crotch, feeling a familiar stirring, but this time it's different, more intense, more urgent. He looks back up at Theo, his eyes filled with a desperate longing. "I... I don't know what you mean," he stammers, his voice barely audible above the hum of the refrigerators.

Suddenly his heaving chest and expanding arms are too much for his poor polo shirt which shreds off his incredible body.

Oliver can’t believe what’s happening to him. In just a few brief moments with this hunk, he has become a hunk himself. He’d been secretly in the closet until today anyway, and he couldn’t help revelling in one of his fantasies becoming true.

“I’ve never been with a man before, well anyone before.” Oliver cooed gently.

"Maybe I can show you, in fact you’ll never have a boyfriend and will always enjoy fucking a new man every night." Theo purrs, reaching out and gently caressing Oliver's cheek. "How about we take a little break in the back room? I've got a few ideas that might just change your life, starting with a taste of my own juicy mango."

And with Theo’s hand in his, Oliver took his first step into his brave new life, kissing the hunk who’d given him everything he’d ever dreamed of.

A number of the coach decided to walk the streets. The aim of the game was to see how many straight men they could seduce, and how can you tell if a guy is presenting as straight? You look for guys with a girl on his arm or hand in hand.

Randy spotted a good looking man out shopping with his girlfriend and walked up to him taking hold of his hand. His girlfriend was surprised both by the forwardness of Randy, but also at the way her boyfriend seemed to look doe eyed at the shirtless man.

Randy said “Hey Man I’m Randy, and you’re one hot guy, you obviously work out.”

The guys cheeks went slightly rosy and responded, “Thanks man, I’m Sebastian and I get to the gym most days and I love running.”

His girlfriend smiled politely and then tried to get her boyfriend to move along. But he didn’t seem to notice her.

“Wouldn’t you like bigger muscles though?” Randy asked, seeing Genie’s magic working on the guy as his chest pressed out his shirt. The guy looked down surprised at his unexpected growth and then looked at his arms expand as Randy reached forward and undid the guys shirt. He hadn’t noticed that even new facial hair had sprouted.

The girlfriend was mesmerised by her boyfriends sudden development, but then outraged as he allowed this man to unbutton his shirt and start groping his body without the protests of her guy.

Randy continued, “Seb, you really are a sexy piece of beef you are. Come ‘ere, you’re gonna be a popular gay porn star from now on.”

And to the girlfriend’s fury, he took Seb by the hand and made out with him.

Kai was one of the hot guys on the boyfriend snatch team, Spotting a cute-looking Asian man in a powder blue shirt, he confidently strolls up to the guy and grasps his hand. The guy smiles, as does his girlfriend, even if she looks a little uncertain. Kai, the Hawaiian stud sizes up his prey.

Powder blue is baffled but captivated by these two muscle-bound gods. The idea that they’d be fighting over him stirs his cock. He’d never felt so desired, so sexy, so objectified, and he loved it.

As Kai and the jock square off, ready to tear each other apart for the right to defile powder blue, the girlfriend can only watch in horror as her man is about to be claimed by one of these beefy studs.

But before the first punch can be thrown, powder blue feels a surge of power coursing through him, his muscles swelling and hardening with each passing second. He's transforming into a muscle-bound god right before their very eyes, thanks to the Genie's mischievous magic. Just the feeling of being desired, of being objectified was enough to spark his metamorphosis.

Now a worthy contender himself, powder blue steps between the two horny gladiators, his eyes blazing with newfound confidence and lust. "You guys want me?" he growls, his voice now a deep, resonant rumble. "You're gonna have to fight for me." He flexes his newly acquired biceps, his chest expanding, his abs rippling beneath his powder blue shirt which he tears off a primal urge coursing through his veins. The jock and Kai exchange a look of stunned surprise, realizing that the tables have turned.

The girlfriend was fuming and tried to claim her man, who was neck deep in the other Asian guys mouth. Kenzo, please darling, come with me.

Her boyfriend looked at her for one brief moment while revelling in his own pleasure and just closed his eyes and succumbed to his new reality.

Kai knew the other coach stud couldn’t’ talk while his tongue was buried exploring Kenzo’s thicker mouth and spoke clearly in Kenzo’s ear “You are now the object of many men’s desires. From now on, big powerful men will do whatever they can to collect you into their depraved sexual worlds. They’ll do all kinds of sex play with you and you’ll love every second, whether being spanked, told to join and orgy or anything else your alpha’s command.”

The other boyfriend snatchers were having similar success.

Brody walked up to a guy and without even speaking kissed him on the lips. As he caressed his chest which swelled and he pulled away from the kiss and said “Your turned on by sucking toes and smelling the feet of studs, you can’t get off without a foot in your mouth or the thought of them, the stinker and sweatier the better.” and the guy shirked it off, embracing his podophilic life and immediately looked down at Brody’s flip flops and his eyes widened with desire.

Zac had witnessed Brody’s approach and copied the bold advance. Going up to a tall and handsome man with his torso on full display, he grabbed hold of and African American man’s hand. The guy was about 5’10”.

“Man, I love your style, I’m Zac and I’m about to rock your world.”

The guy went to release his hand, but found the desire leave him instantly, as a warmth radiated from Zac’s hand. Taking a deep breath he said, “Hey my name’s Dane, and this is my girlfriend Tish.”

“Great to meet you Dane, wouldn’t you be more comfortable showing off that sexy body of yours?”

Dane considered the suggestion and agreed o Tish’s horror.

“And man wouldn’t you prefer Tish was Tris the hot businessman you’ve just seduced?”

Dan looked at his girlfriend and nodded “I like the way you think man.” He said as the magic spread through his body, reworking his neural pathways and bolstering every muscle in his body.

Zac said “Then your kink is to take sexy girls out on dates, and then once they’ve fallen for you, to turn them into whatever sexy gay stereotype you desire for the night. They’ll become your lay for the night and then the next day you’ll move on to seduce and transform other women.”

And with that Dane kissed his girl and then said “You’re a hot businessman with a desire for my cock” and her fate was sealed.

The Genie chuckled to himself as the scenes unfolded before him. He had unleashed a wave of homoerotic chaos and sexual depravity that would forever alter the landscape of this small town.

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Plus 3 on a travel coach - Part 2

Part 1

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One Dad was horrified at his inability to take his eyes off the hunky lads and the debauchery between the now Leather Daddy and young dumb bodybuilder.

Sat with his family next to his wife, he was disgusted that he was getting turned on by the outrageous display.

Turning to look out of the window and holding his wife’s hand, he felt something happen to his clothes and felt a desire to flex.

Worried for the children and for any further transformations to himself, he whispered to his wife “I wish there was a way for us to get the families off this coach!”

And Genie enjoyed answering his wish.

Time rewound a moment as the Dad whispered, “I wish there was a way for us to get only the families off this coach of sex!”

And as if by magic, the coach stopped at the side of a resort, complete with water park and plenty of family entertainment.

Without the usual grief kids give parents, all the kids and their mums moved first, as the dads were still struggling to stop purveying the young lovers at the back of the coach, finally tearing their eyes away as they departed the coach. The confused coach driver in his 50s helped unload all the families belongings before stepping onto the coach with trepidation as to what was to come, a glance at the hunky lads at the back before setting off again.

As the Dad who’d made the wish stepped toward the park, he flexed again. His wife commented that while she loved him showing off, he really should put a shirt on. He opened his case and couldn’t find any shirts. He made his way to the resort's clothing store, stopping to flex for anyone who looked like they wanted a show, and purchased a particularly small t-shirt, which he guessed would fit him. Flexing as he passed the mirrors, and then the security guard who looked impressed, he walked back to his wife, pulled the shirt on only to witness it dissolve into nothing, his whole body involuntarily flexing a pose once more.

A gay hunk walking passed him with his boyfriend witnessed the moment, and decided he had to see it happen again, and whisked off his tank top and said “Here you go man, maybe this will help.” Thanking the hunk, the Dad tried on the other man’s tank top only to watch it dissolve again, this time giving his well-worked pecs a bounce to the hunk and his boyfriend's delight.

“I’m sorry love” he said turning to his wife, I don’t know what’s happened to me, but whatever happened on the coach seems to make wearing tops impossible, and I seriously can’t help showing off.

His wife had always been a long suffering women, who deeply loved her man. They would soon discover that he was incapable of wearing shirts for the rest of his life, and he would work hard to retain his very muscular frame well into his 70s, continuing to show off to anyone who would watch. All due to one of the lads wishing that he’d enjoy showing off his body all the time, and Genie adding ‘without a shirt’ to the lad’s wish.

As soon as the coach took off again, it was like a heavy, musky aphrodisiac descended on the coach, thick and cloying, and everyone was suddenly horny as hell. The air crackled with barely suppressed lust.

There were still a good number of straight couples on the coach, who started touching each other up with increasing urgency, their hands moving up and down legs, groping and heavy petting escalating quickly. Moans and gasps filled the air as they fumbled with buttons and zippers, desperate for release.

The same occurred to other groupings of friends, who until that moment had never felt any attraction toward each other. But many found themselves pondering the attractiveness of their pal, their eyes lingering on bulging biceps and tight abs, their minds filled with forbidden thoughts.

Everyone’s need for sex was palpable, a thick, suffocating blanket of lust that permeated every corner of the coach.

One gay man named Stan, a man of Afro-American heritage, had spent much of the journey so far subtly eyeing up the man across from him. Well-styled brown hair, brown sexy eyes on a square-jawed face. His skin was beautiful, and so was his body. Well worked in the gym, this guy was active all the time and looked after himself. Stan had been horny for this guy since getting on the coach, well before the wish, thinking about what this hunk would do to him in bed if only he was his lover. The sexy guy’s girlfriend was currently reaching inside his jeans, a bit concerned by his regular snatching of glances at the lads at the back. Stan’s wish burst from his mouth, a desperate plea fuelled by pent-up desire.

“I wish that sexy guy was my lover!”

And time scratched back, the universe bending to Stan's will, fuelled by Genie's mischievous touch: “I wish that sexy dumb guy was my musky alpha lover!”

The girlfriend looked at him in repulsion as he almost screamed his wish at her athletic boyfriend, who looked shocked and sickened, before his transformation began.

His already well-worked body became beefier, his muscles swelling and straining against his clothes. He retained his agility, but gained at least 60 lbs of muscle across his upper body, his pecs becoming hard, defined slabs, his arms bulging with newfound power. As his eyes locked onto Stan, his sharp eyes boring into him, before becoming blunter, the spark of curiosity and understanding dimming to that of a man who cared more about his next workout and fuck than the concerning metamorphosis rewriting his potential future permanently. His intellect seemed to recede, replaced by a primal hunger.

He felt a tickle across his body as all pubic hair thickened into manly bushes, a thick, dark forest of coarse hair that hinted at the animalistic desires lurking beneath the surface. His shaved skin was covered with a thick pelt, a layer of fine, dark hair that held his deep, musky scent, capable of even driving straight men into his arms. The air around him crackled with pheromones, a potent cocktail of lust and dominance.

And then understanding dawned on his slower mind, as he recognized his lover, the man across from him who he loved to toss onto their bed and punish his hole. A primal urge to dominate and possess washed over him.

Acknowledging that Stan’s wish had done something to him, he said, his voice now deeper and rougher, “I wish my boy was a beefy cub now!”

Zip!

“I wish my house boy was a beefy hairy gym cub now!”

And Stan welcomed his lover's desires manifesting across his body. The pressure which built in his arms pressing his biceps out, his chest pushing, and a healthy layer of fat covered what would otherwise have been a trim core, accentuating his abs, but allowing him to retain his ‘cuddlier’ buff appearance. His body softened, becoming more yielding, more submissive, a perfect canvas for his new alpha lover to claim. His own scent changed, becoming sweeter, more inviting, a siren's call to his dominant partner.

Stan, now a beefy, hairy gym cub, felt his cheeks flush as his new alpha lover, the former straight guy, locked eyes with him. The raw desire in those eyes sent a shiver down Stan's spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. Another topless hunk came up behind Stan and started kissing his cheek.

The girlfriend grasped her man’s face and said “Jed, what’s going on?”. Jed looked at her with a confused glaze covering his eyes. “Emmmm, sorry chick you’re not really my type.”

The former girlfriend, now completely forgotten, watched in horror as her ex-boyfriend grabbed Stan by the collar, yanking him forward with surprising force. Stan landed in his lap with a thud, his soft, muscular body pressed against the hard, bulging thighs of his alpha lover.

"You did this to me," the alpha lover growled, his voice a deep, guttural rumble that vibrated through Stan's body. "Now you're going to pay the price."

Stan whimpered, his eyes wide with fear. He knew exactly what the alpha lover meant. He had seen the way he looked at him, the way his eyes had devoured his body, the way his hands had clenched into fists, as if itching to grab him and claim him as his own.

Without warning, the alpha Jed ripped Stan's shirt open, the buttons flying off and scattering across the floor. Stan's soft, hairy chest was exposed, his nipples hard and erect. The alpha lover's eyes darkened with lust as he reached out and pinched one of Stan's nipples, causing him to gasp in pain and pleasure.

"You're mine now," the alpha lover said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "And I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

He leaned down and began to lick and suck on Stan's nipples, his tongue swirling around them in a tantalizing dance. Stan moaned, his body arching against the alpha lover's. He couldn't help himself. He was completely under his spell, a helpless pawn in his lustful game.

The woman burst into tears, much to the distraction of some of the nearer passengers. One straight guy, grappling with his aching cock, took the opportunity to swoop in to rescue the woman from her misery. As he approached her as the coach continued along the road, he confidently walked up to her and said “Hey there baby doll, I can be everything he was to you and more.” She looked up at the handsome man reviled by yet more masculine bravado, and she said “Leave us women alone. I wish you never approach another woman again.”

Time rolled back those last seconds as she locked eyes with the horny man, “I wish you never approach another woman again, always fucking men!.”

Surprised at herself, she watched as the man stepped back from her and surveyed the dumbass muscle hound stripping his cub, and he longed for that kind of action.

He spotted his buddy Trent and for the first time realised how attractive he was. They’d worked out together for years and built strong athletic bodies. And that’s when he remembered his buddy’s smaller than average cock. A smirk crept across his face, the woman’s angry wish ringing in his ears as he formed quickly a wish to realize his desires.

“I wish Trent was the fittest powerlifter in the city, with the biggest cock.”

Genie snapped his fingers and time reset as he wished “I wish Trent was the fittest gay powerlifter in the city, with the biggest cock hungry ass.”

Trent couldn’t quite hear every word, but noticed his pal was looking strangely hungry. A primal hunger that sent shivers down his spine.

And then he felt it. His lats felt like they were on fire, as did his bis and tris. His lower back started to feel over-encumbered as his upper body exploded in incredible muscle. He knew he was the fittest powerlifter, with legs which were perfect for running long distances. And then something strange happened with his glutes. They seemed to be expanding in his seat. They seemed to puff out, still pure muscle, but big, glorious globes begging for kneading and playing with.

And then a new desire erupted inside him, a burning, insatiable need to be filled. His cock remained hard, but he was less aware of it. He didn’t even notice it shrink another couple of inches. He just needed someone to ravage him deep inside, rubbing his aching prostate with pleasure. He desired calloused, muscular hands to work his ass before filling him with a meat stick of massive proportions. He was sure he could take any length and girth of manhood, and he was ready to try all the men in the world to find the biggest out there.

As his pal returned to his seat, Trent spun around, thrusting his newly enlarged booty into the air, presenting himself like a goddamn offering. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed with lust.

"Spank me, stud," he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Punish me for being such a bad boy."

He reached behind and grabbed his own ass cheeks, spreading them wide for his friend's inspection.

"Look at this hungry ass," he purred. "It's begging for your attention. It needs to be filled with your hot, hard cock."

He leaned back against his friend's legs, his ass grinding against his crotch.

"Please, baby," he begged. "I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me, owning me."

He reached behind and took his friend's hand, guiding it towards his throbbing ass.

"Touch me," he whispered. "Feel how wet I am. Feel how much I want you."

He closed his eyes and moaned as his friend's fingers began to explore his ass, teasing his hole, driving him wild with anticipation.

"Fuck me, baby," he begged. "Fuck me hard and make me your bitch."

The woman who had made the wish watched in stunned silence, her tears forgotten. She had unleashed a force of nature, a torrent of repressed desires that could no longer be contained.

The other passengers watched in a mixture of shock, arousal, and envy, their own desires stirring within them.

And it continued. One man, with his girl riding the full length of his cock, couldn’t shake the image of the lusty lads, and cried out “I wish girls were as sexy as those hunky horny lads.”

And Genie snapped back time

“I wish girls on this coach were as sexy as those hunky horny lads.”

Genie was careful, he’d be in trouble with the deities if he granted world-changing wishes, not to mention the lack of continued joy he’d be able to get through the diversity of his wishes. After all, world-changing wishes tend to stamp a uniformity across the world, which is highly undesirable to Genies.

And the guy was not disappointed when his girlfriend’s bra melted away around his new full pecs. His new balls were resting on the boyfriend's belly as he continued thrusting into his partner, although his cock was now in his partner's fine ass, rather than their previous genitalia.

A guttural moan escaped his lips as his breasts hardened into pecs, his hips narrowed, and his clit elongated into a throbbing cock. The sensation was overwhelming, his mind filled with pleasure and confusion. He felt a surge of primal energy coursing through his veins, with a fresh desire to dominate and control.

There were a few moans of surprise, but happy acceptance as all the remaining women became young, sexy late teens with chiselled frat boy bodies and a taste for immature jokes. Their clothes strained against their new muscles, their bras bursting open to reveal sculpted pecs, their hips narrowing, their curves hardening into lean, athletic frames.

Grunts of surprised gasps and excited whoops filled the coach as the former women surveyed their new bodies. They flexed their biceps, admired their chiselled abs, and ran their hands over their newly formed cocks.

"Holy shit," one of them exclaimed, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "this is fucking awesome!"

"I feel like I could bench press a fucking truck!" another one shouted, flexing his massive pecs.

"Check out my dick!" a third one yelled, grabbing his throbbing cock and giving it a playful tug. "It's bigger than my ex's!"

A wave of homoerotic energy washed over the coach as the newly transformed men began to eye each other with newfound lust. They exchanged suggestive glances, flexed their muscles, and whispered dirty jokes.

One of the new men, emboldened by his transformation, grabbed his former lesbian girlfriend and pulled him close.

"Hey, babe," he purred, his voice now dripping with testosterone, "wanna try out my new equipment?"

He leaned in and kissed his former girlfriend, his tongue exploring his mouth with a brand-new intensity. The kiss quickly escalated into a passionate make-out session, both their new male bodies grinding against each other, their hands exploring every inch of their newly transformed physiques.

The other new young lads, fuelled by their newborn desires, began to pair off, their hands groping and grabbing, their mouths locked in passionate grips. Genie surveyed his masterpiece. This once ordinary coach of randomers heading to a camping destination had been transformed into viral men looking to hook up, without any other cares in the world.

Jed's hands roamed down Stan’s body, kneading the soft flesh of his newly acquired cub physique. He squeezed Stan's pecs, enjoying the way they jiggled in his hands. He traced the outline of Stan's abs, marvelling at the layer of fat that covered them, giving them a softer, more inviting feel. He reached down and cupped Stan's balls, feeling the heavy weight of them in his palm.

"You're so soft," Jed said, his voice thick with lust. "I want to make you harder."

He began to rub Stan's cock through his pants, his fingers teasing and tormenting him. Stan groaned, his body trembling with anticipation. He could feel his cock growing hard, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Jed pulled back, his eyes burning with desire. He reached down and unbuckled Stan's belt, his fingers fumbling with the zipper. He pulled down Stan's pants, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

"Oh, fuck," Jed said, his voice barely a whisper. "You're so beautiful."

He leaned down and began to suck on Stan's cock, his mouth enveloping it completely. Stan moaned, his body shaking with pleasure. He closed his eyes and let himself be consumed by the sensation, his mind blank, his body on fire.

Jed sucked on Stan's cock with increasing intensity, his tongue swirling around the head, his teeth gently nipping at the shaft. Stan's moans grew louder, his body arching and twisting in ecstasy. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with anticipation.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a loud, guttural cry as he came in Jed's mouth, his body convulsing with pleasure. Jed swallowed his cum, his eyes never leaving Stan's.

"That was just the beginning," Jed said, his voice rough and demanding. "Now it's my turn."

He stood up and pulled down his own pants, revealing his massive, throbbing cock. It was thick and veiny with newfound alpha status. Stan's eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight of it.

Jed grabbed Stan by the hips and pulled him close, his cock pressing against Stan's ass. Stan gasped, his body tingling with anticipation. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait.

Jed thrust his cock into Stan's ass, his body shaking with pleasure. Stan moaned, his body arching and twisting in ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around Jed's neck and held on tight, his body completely consumed by the sensation.

Jed fucked Stan hard and fast, his body pounding into him with relentless force. Stan's moans grew louder, his body shaking with pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with anticipation.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a loud, guttural cry as he came in Jed's ass, his body convulsing with pleasure. Jed continued to fuck him, his body pounding into him with unrelenting force.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jed finally came as well, his body shaking with pleasure. He collapsed on top of Stan, his body heavy and exhausted.

They lay there for a long time, their bodies intertwined, their breaths ragged and uneven. Finally, Jed rolled off of Stan, his body still trembling with pleasure.

"That was amazing," Jed said, his voice barely a whisper. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Stan smiled, his body still tingling with pleasure. He knew that this was just the beginning of their new life together, a life filled with lust, desire, and endless depravity.

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Plus 3 on a travel coach

CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE STORY WITH NO PRIOR ENGAGEMENT WITH PREVIOUS STORIES

Guys, as always plus 3 was a genius invention of Derek Williams all credit goes to him for such an awesome idea. Check out the inspiration to this series by reading the master himself. Plus 3 - the original Plus 3 - in the library

Also, I’ve evolved as a writer particularly through writing my own continuation of Derek’s masterpiece. The first ones are like fast food, but hopefully this one feels more descriptive.

And the AI images are just for fun, obviously they haven’t kept complete consistency between images.

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Genie isn't your typical lamp-bound spirit from the movies. He's a free force, not constrained by the shackles of a lamp, able to weave his magic in ways that makes your skin crawl with anticipation. His power lies in the subtle art of manipulation, adding just three words to every wish to twist reality in delightfully naughty ways.

In his previous mischievous escapades, Genie had indulged Matt with a 24/7 live porn palace Harem within a lavish mansion. And after a wild cruise around the local area, where even the shopping mall succumbed to his whims, Genie sought a change of scenery—a campsite nestled in the hills. He was tired of the same old faces, the same old bodies. He wanted fresh meat, new toys to play with.

The coach journey up to the campsite had been rather eventful. The coach was loaded with men and women and a number of kids, all looking for an adventurous week camping.

A three-hour coach tour from the city to the country was of course the perfect place for Genie to have some fun.

The air at the rear of the coach hung thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and the overpowering mix of cheap deodorant which clung to every college student on a budget. Ten college lads claimed the back with their youthful energy, bursting laughter, shouting, and the occasional belch that echoed through the cramped space. Each of them falling into a caricature of the stereotypical frat boy: the jock with the bulging biceps and a brain the size of a pea, the preppy kid with the trust fund and the entitlement to match, the awkward nerd trying desperately to fit in, the class clown who lived to provoke and entertain and so on.

Their immaturity was their way of life, with crude jokes, off-colour remarks, and a complete disregard for social norms. They were a pack, a tribe, and no one had the courage to ask them to quiet down.

And they were driving one man to the brink of insanity.

The gentleman in question was Mr. Davenport, a man in his 60s with silver neatly combed hair and a face etched with the wisdom of a life well-lived (and perhaps a few regrets). With his current frustrations at the young men, he sported a perpetually furrowed brow, sat just a few rows ahead of the lads, his body rigid with barely contained fury. He had boarded the bus hoping for a quiet retreat to the country, a chance to escape the stresses of his business. But these irritating frat boys had other plans. Their incessant noise, their vulgar language, and their complete lack of respect for their fellow passengers were a constant assault on his senses.

He had tried to ignore them, to block them out with his headphones and his book. But their antics were relentless, their laughter became a constant reminder of his own fading youth and his own missed opportunities. He was a man who had followed the rules, who had played it safe, who had sacrificed his dreams for the sake of stability. And these frat boys, with their carefree spirits and their blatant disregard for the consequences, were a punch in the gut.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he could take no more. His face contorted with rage and unleashing his pent-up frustration he declared: "I wish those lads would just grow up!" The words hung in the air, a pathetic plea for sanity in a world gone mad. But the frat boys hadn’t heard his cry to the universe, and they seemed to laugh louder, their immature humour only amplified.

Genie, however, did hear and he smiled as time rewound, and the man declared, “I wish those lads would just grow muscle and hunk up.”

The sense of change sent shivers down Mr. Davenport's spine and he turned to look at the lads, his face looking daggers. He had barely finished his pathetic plea for maturity when the transformation began. It started subtly, a slight tightening of the fabric across their shoulders, a barely perceptible swelling of their biceps. But then it accelerated, a runaway train of muscle growth that defied all logic and reason.

The frat boys, who had been moments before a collection of average-sized college students, were now swelling before his very eyes. Their clothes, once loose and comfortable, were now straining at the seams, threatening to burst at any moment. Their faces, once soft and boyish, were hardening, their jaws becoming more defined, their eyes taking on a predatory glint.

The navy t-shirt of one of the frat boys on the back seat, ripped with a sound like thunder, exposing his taught, hard pecs. His chest expanded, his nipples hardening as if in anticipation of some unseen pleasure. His arms, once flabby and weak, were now bulging with muscle, his biceps straining against the confines of his sleeves.

The chubby guys physique now transformed into that of a built model, sat in his new green hoodie which clung to his bulging biceps.

The other frat boys were undergoing similar transformations. Their shoulders broadened, their chests expanded, their abs hardened into washboard perfection. Their legs, once spindly and weak, were now thick and powerful, their thighs straining against the fabric of their shorts.

The silence that followed was deafening. The frat boys, stunned by the sudden and unexpected changes to their bodies, could only stare at each other in disbelief. They flexed their newfound muscles, marvelling at their newfound strength. They ran their hands over their hardened abs, revelling in the feeling of power and sex appeal.

The air in the coach simmered with an almost unbearable tension. The newly built bodybuilder nearest Mr. Davenport, a closeted jock named Chad, relished the older gent's uncontrollable stares through the transformation. He had always found guys hot, yet had hoped he’d develop latent desires for women eventually, but he had never dared to express his desires openly. Now, with his muscles and his newfound confidence, he couldn't resist the urge to test the waters.

"I wish everyone was as interested in our bodies as that guy there," Chad muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Mr. Davenport's crotch, which showed no signs of arousal at all.

Zip, time struck back a chord, and his wish was amplified, twisted into something far more explicit: "I wish every male was as interested in our sexy bodies as that horny guy there."

The effect was instantaneous. The other frat boys, who only moments before were a collection of confused and horny straight young men, were now consumed by an overwhelming desire for each other. Their eyes locked, their bodies trembled, and their heterosexuality dissolved like sugar in water.

"That was such a gay wish man, what the fuck bro?" One of the young hunks, his name was Jake, said with a mixture of shock and excitement. His already strained white polo shirt, unable to contain his burgeoning muscles, shrank down to a tank top that clung to his large, sculpted pecs. He reached over and gave his mate, the guy next to him, a cheeky peck on the cheek, making the other hunk, whose name was Tyler, blush.

But Jake wasn't satisfied with just a peck. He wanted more, he needed more. He wanted to taste the salty sweat on Tyler's skin, he wanted to feel the heat of his body against his own.

Brad, the most aggressive of the bunch, wasn't about to be left out of the fun. He had always been the most sexually adventurous of the group, and he wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. His eyes burning with new lust for his friends, he pushed his way between Tyler and Jake, his muscles flexing with each movement.

"Guys, I'm getting in on this," Brad growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let me get a taste of that mouth of yours Jake."

And without waiting for an invitation, he lunged forward, his hands tearing at Jake's now-grey tank top. The fabric ripped with a satisfying sound, exposing Jake's hard, sculpted chest. Brad didn't hesitate; he climbed onto Jake's legs, straddling him like a bucking rodeo rider. Brad didn't ask; he took. He slammed his lips against Jake's, a brutal, possessive claim. Jake's surprise quickly shifted into a desperate need, his own mouth opening wider, inviting Brad's invasion. Brad's tongue plunged into Jake's mouth, a thick, muscular spear exploring every corner, every crevice, leaving no doubt who was in control. He tasted Jake's fear, his excitement, his lust, and it only fuelled his dominance. One hand snaked around Jake's neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding him captive, while the other squeezed his bicep, testing the muscle, claiming it as his own. Brad ground his hips against Jake's, letting him feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against his thigh. He bit down on Jake's lower lip, a sharp, stinging sensation that made Jake gasp, and Brad used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue now a relentless piston, pounding against Jake's. It was a kiss that stripped Jake bare, a kiss that left him breathless and trembling, a kiss that marked him as Brad's.

Brad's hands roamed over Jake's body, exploring every inch of his fresh musculature. He squeezed his pecs, he ran his fingers down his abs, he cupped his bulging crotch and then made his way to wiggle his middle finger into his hole.

Jake gasped at the intrusion, initially surprised by Brad's aggressive advances, but he quickly succumbed to the pleasure. He wrapped his arms around Brad's body, pulling him closer, his own tongue darting out to meet Brad's. He moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation.

The other frat boys, caught up in the moment, began to pair off as well. Tyler, not wanting to be left out, turned his attention to Chad, the closeted jock who had inadvertently started this whole orgy. He grabbed Chad by the shoulders, pulling him close, his eyes burning with desire.

"You started this, Chad," Tyler whispered, his voice husky with lust. "Now you're going to finish it."

And with that, he leaned in and kissed Chad, their mouths meeting in a passionate embrace. Chad, who had never kissed a man before, was initially hesitant. But the heat of Tyler's body, the intensity of his kiss, quickly melted away his inhibitions. He wrapped his arms around Tyler's body, returning the kiss with equal fervour.

Mr. Davenport, meanwhile, was in a state of complete shock. He had never witnessed anything like this before. He had always prided himself in his heterosexuality and his composure. But now, with these frat boys engaging in a full-blown orgy right in front of him, he found his inhibitions crumbling, his desires shifting.

He watched, transfixed, as the frat boys kissed, groped, and fondled each other. He could feel his own body stirring, his cock had been hard since Chad wished he was horny, and it had never felt so painfully constricted. He knew that he should look away, that he should try to maintain some semblance of decency. But he couldn't resist. He was drawn to this orgy of young men like a moth to a flame, and he was willing to burn for the chance to experience its forbidden pleasures.

The older gent, couldn’t take his eyes off the younger men, his cock raging hard. He was disgusted at himself, but for some reason he couldn’t break his eyes away from the display of youthful lust from the adolescent hunks. Come to mention it, the other men in the coach found their attention moved toward them.

Jake broke from Brad’s kiss to say “I wish Tyler was a sexy stripper slut who loves seducing men. I also wish his muscles would grow when he’s seducing.”

Genie grinned “I wish Tyler was a sexy stripper slut who loves seducing men for a living. I also wish his muscles would grow thicker when he’s seducing straight men.”

Tyler, the only lad left in a top, which was now stretched to its limit, emboldened by the attention and the sudden surge of testosterone, locked eyes with the older gent. A wicked grin spread across his face, revealing a hint of the devil within. He pulled away from his make-out session, leaving Chad panting and flushed.

"Hey, old timer," he drawled, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "you seem to be enjoying the show. Why don't I give you a private performance?"

Before the older gent could respond, Tyler sauntered down the aisle, his newly acquired muscles rippling beneath his clinging tank top. The other passengers watched in stunned silence, their eyes glued to his every move.

He stopped directly in front of the older gent, his bulging biceps practically brushing against the man's face. He leaned in close, his breath hot and heavy against the man's ear.

"I bet you've never seen anything like this before," he whispered, his voice laced with a seductive purr.

With a sudden, unexpected move, the frat boy seductively placed himself on the older guys lap, gyrating into the older man’s crotch. Then he began to strip. He slowly peeled off his tank top, revealing his massive, sculpted chest. His pecs bounced with each movement, drawing gasps from the onlookers.

He then unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving the older gent's. He slowly slid his shorts down his hips, revealing a pair of tight, blue boxer briefs that barely contained his bulging package.

Mr. Davenport's eyes widened in disbelief, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. He was both horrified and aroused by the spectacle unfolding before him. He had always considered himself a respectable, heterosexual man, but the sight of this young, muscular frat boy stripping and grinding on his lap was stirring something deep within him, something he had never dared to acknowledge.

He even witnessed Tyler's muscles pump bigger, growing larger and more defined as he gave in to his advances. It was as if the act of seduction was fuelling his physical transformation, turning him into the ultimate object of desire.

Tyler, now completely naked from the waist up, straddled the older gent's lap, his rock-hard thighs pressing against the man's groin. He began to grind against him, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers down Mr. Davenport's spine.

"How's that feel, old timer?" Tyler purred, his voice now dripping with lust. "Bet you wish you were young again, huh? Able to handle all this muscle."

Mr. Davenport groaned, his self-control crumbling like a dam about to burst. He reached out and grabbed Tyler's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheeks. He couldn't help himself. The feel of Tyler's body against his was too intoxicating, too overwhelming to resist.

Tyler let out a throaty laugh, then leaned in and licked Mr. Davenport's ear, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot and heavy against the man's skin.

He continued to grind against Mr. Davenport, his movements becoming more and more frantic. The other passengers watched in a mixture of shock, arousal, and envy. Some averted their eyes, pretending not to see what was happening. Others stared openly, their own desires ignited by the scene unfolding before them.

Chad, inspired by Tyler's success and aware his previous wish had been granted, decided to take things even further. He approached Mr. Davenport, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He ran his hand down to Mr. Davenport’s crotch and felt the hard shaft of the older man, straining against his pants. He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“I wish you only desire sex with young men now who call you Daddy,” Chad whispered, his voice laced with seduction.

The Genie, who had been observing the scene with amusement, smirked. This young lad had been a straight, awkward college boy until only a few moments ago. Now, he was a professional rent boy, a master of seduction, with a very naughty kink for seducing older men.

He wound back time desiring to unleash Mr. Davenport's deepest, darkest desires, to transform him into the ultimate object of lust.

“I wish you only desire sex with young, dumb, hunky men now who call you Leather Daddy,” Chad whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation."

As Chad whispered the words "Leather Daddy," a surge of raw, untamed power coursed through Mr. Davenport's body. It started in his groin, a throbbing, insistent ache that demanded release. It spread through his chest, tightening his muscles, hardening his nipples. It surged into his arms, making his hands clench into fists.

He felt his skin tingle, his senses sharpen, his inhibitions crumble. He was no longer Mr. Davenport, the respectable businessman. He was now a Leather Daddy, a master of pain and pleasure, a connoisseur of young, dumb, hunky men.

He looked down at Tyler, still straddling his lap, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes burning with desire. He saw the potential, the raw, untapped masculinity that was just waiting to be unleashed. He saw the perfect blank canvas, ready to be moulded and shaped to his every whim.

A primal growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He reached out and grabbed Tyler's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheeks.

"You're mine now," he growled, his voice now deeper and more resonant. "You belong to me. I’ll pimp your sexy ass out to whomever I choose and you’ll make me a lot of money boy!"

Tyler, still riding high on the adrenaline of his performance, simply smiled and leaned in to kiss Mr. Davenport again. But as their lips met, something shifted. Tyler's eyes glazed over, his mind went blank, and a dumb smile spread across his face.

The transformation was complete. Tyler was now a dumb, muscle-bound stud, perfectly suited to the desires of his new Leather Daddy and he was proud to make money for Daddy with his sexy body.

Mr. Davenport pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. He ran his hands over Tyler's body, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his muscles.

"Daddy," Tyler said, his voice now deeper and more resonant, "take me."

He needed to claim Tyler, to mark him as his own, right here, right now, in front of everyone.

He grabbed Tyler's face, his fingers digging into the young man's cheeks, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He kissed him hard, his tongue exploring every inch of Tyler's mouth, his teeth nipping at his lips.

Tyler, his mind now a blank slate, responded with a fervour that was both thrilling and terrifying. He wrapped his arms around Daddy Davenport's neck, his body pressing against the older man's, his hips grinding against his groin.

Daddy broke the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. He looked around the coach, taking in the shocked, aroused faces of the other passengers. He saw the envy in their eyes, the desire in their hearts. He knew that they all wanted to be Tyler, to be the object of his desire.

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. He was going to give them a show they would never forget.

He grabbed Tyler's hand and pulled him towards the nearest seat, where Chad and the other jocks were sitting, their eyes wide with anticipation.

"Move," Daddy growled, his voice now a low, menacing rumble. "This is my seat now."

Chad and the other jocks scrambled out of the way, their faces a mixture of fear and excitement. They knew that they were about to witness something extraordinary, something forbidden.

Daddy sat down, pulling Tyler onto his lap. He straddled the young man, his thighs squeezing his waist, his groin pressing against his ass.

He grabbed Tyler's head and forced him down, his fingers tangling in his hair.

"Suck my cock," he commanded, his voice dripping with lust. "Suck it good."

Tyler, his mind completely blank, obeyed without hesitation. He opened his mouth and took Daddy's throbbing cock inside, his lips wrapping around the shaft, his tongue dancing over the head.

Daddy groaned, his head falling back, his body arching with pleasure. He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation, the warmth, the wetness. He felt the other passengers watching him, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.

He didn't care. He was a Leather Daddy, and he was going to take what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Tyler, his face buried in his lap, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over. He saw the other jocks watching, their cocks straining against their pants, their hands reaching for their own dicks.

He smirked. He was in control, and he was loving every minute of it.

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TBC tomorrow

#Wishes #Genie #Plus3 #Muscle #Jockification #Straight to Gay #sexy hunk #bodybuilder #male transformation #mental change #Leather Daddy #College #frat boy

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