Careful What You Wish For: Stepfather No More
Adam always dreaded the Christmas season, for no reason other than having to return to Houston and spend the week with his family. It was only the one person he had issues with, his mother’s long-term partner, George. There wasn’t anything objectively wrong with George, but Adam’s deep-seated issues with his biological father had resulted in a poor relationship between the two. George’s insistence on acting excruciatingly fatherly didn’t exactly help. His offers to help Adam for almost everything, no matter how minor, came across as condescending to the fiercely independent twenty-seven-year-old. Adam never needed his father, after all, so he saw no reason why he’d need a different father.
But, alas, it was the holiday season and with his return imminent, Adam wanted to be gracious and find a small but suitable gift for the two of them. His mother’s penchant for weird, often ugly ornaments led him to a rather strange little shop that seemed to be full of exactly that. Stuffed behind a group of small trophies and figures sat a particularly worn and scuffed little statue of an ugly creature. Its mischievous, fanged face was adorned with two bright red gems for eyes. The stones seemed to almost glow, capturing Adam’s gaze for a few seconds before the spectacled engineer snapped out of it.
“That’ll do well,” Adam mumbled, grabbing the strange trinket.
“Do you do gift wrapping?” he asked the cashier, who looked at the statue before glancing at Adam with a slight smirk, “What is this thing supposed to be, anyway?”
“An imp, I believe. They’re said to grant wishes,” he replied as he wrapped up the ancient looking statue in comically cheesy Chistmas-themed gift wrap, “Be careful what you wish for though, they’re known to be tricksters.”
“Sure, man,” Adam replied with a quizzical expression as he passed the cashier a few bills.
A few days later, Adam stepped out of his car into the driveway of his family home. His mother rushed out of the house with arms wide open. George stayed back on the porch, greeting his stepson with an awkward smile. Adam’s mother was a lucky woman, George was a good few years younger than her, very well built for his age, and stunningly handsome to boot.
The trio sat apart in the living room in front of the fireplace, catching up over warm drinks and salty snacks. Adam’s mom enquired if Adam was seeing anyone, as seemed to be the Christmas tradition; while George asked him about his work in New York. Ironically, both of them were engineers.
“So, Adam, George and I have something we want to tell you.”
Adam’s stomach sank, that sort of statement only had a few conclusions.
“We’re getting married,” George completed the sentence with a wide smile.
Adam knew he should have been happy, George was perfect for his mom, but he’d always struggled to accept him, for reasons unclear even to himself.
He feigned a smile, “I’m happy for you, both of you.”
An awkward silence permeated the room as Adam stared at the drink in his hand.
“Well, we need to go to the store and get the Christmas feast before the crowds do,” Adam’s mom said. She knew her son, and knew that he needed a little alone time to process the news.
“Huh don’t we…” George asked, before he noticed the silent gesturing Adam’s mom was performing, “Oh… oh! Yeah, yeah! We forgot the, uh, turkey.”
Adam’s mom rolled her eyes at George’s lame attempt at an excuse before rushing him out the front door with his coat. Once Carter heard the family car start he let out a long sigh and curled his fists up against his head.
“Why can’t I just be happy for them?!” he screamed internally as he paced around the house, “I’m too old to be so upset by this shit!”
The reality was Adam’s biological father was a terrible person, and so he struggled to trust George as a result.
“He’s a nice guy, too goddamn nice sometimes,” Adam assured himself as he went to grab his present for his mom and George before they returned. He took the little gift-wrapped statue in his hand and carried it towards the Christmas tree, “I just wish he didn’t act like he’s my dad.“
A loud gust of wind suddenly burst through the room. The wrapping in his hands exploded apart but inside nothing remained.
"Ah, free from that little shop at last,” sighed a cheeky voice from behind him.
Adam jumped around, to see a short, slender man standing there. His irises were a crimson red, and his hair slicked back and greasy looking. His face was inoffensive, charming even, until he smiled; revealing teeth much more pointed and sharp than a human being’s.
“Who… what the hell are you?!” Adam shuddered.
“Now, now, Adam, that’s no way to speak to your friendly, neighborhood imp,” the man chuckled, impressed with his own joke, "I heard your little wish. for your stepfather to stop acting like he’s your father."
“He’s not my stepfather yet,” Adam interrupted.
The imp rolled his eyes, “Don’t care. I’m still going to grant your wish, those are the rules.”
Adam gulped hard, fearing he’d accidentally wished for the worst, "Please don’t hurt him.”
“Hurt him?! Now, now, what sort of a monster do you think I am?!” the imp sniggered, his tone saturated with mockery. "No, no violence, the solution is a simple one! Your stepfather can't act like your father he’s your actual father,“ the imp laughed maniacally.
"W- what… no that’s not what I m-” Adam stuttered, watching wide-eyed as the man raised his hand and clicked his fingers with a malevolent, jagged smile.
The sound reverberated in Adam’s head almost painfully. Much of his past began to fade from his mind. All of the memories he had of his biological father - most of them bad - drained away, allowing for more pleasant memories of George over the years to take their place. Within seconds Adam found himself remembering a very different childhood and adolescence.
He opened his eyes to find the house looking completely different, and yet totally and utterly familiar.
“W-what have you done?!” Adam grumbled, rubbing his temples.
“Only what you wished for!” the imp retorted, suddenly appearing much closer to Adam’s face.
The young man found himself knowing that his memories had been changed but unable to remember what they once were. He knew George was his father, but also that it hadn’t always been the case. His mind swirled with confusion.
Not only was his head pounding, but his whole body thumped and thudded too. His vision blurred, prompting him to remove his glasses, only to find he could see perfectly without them.
“W-what’s happening?!” Adam groaned, holding himself upright with a hand on the back of the sofa and wiping copious sweat from his brow.
“Isn’t it obvious? Now that dearest daddy George is your biological father, your genes are going to have quite the shake-up!” the humanoid creature chortled sarcastically.
“N- no, pl-please, augh, don’t…” Adam moaned as the magic spread through him, leaving him barely able to speak.
“Merry Christmas, Adam!”
With a loud, otherworldly crack of thunder and an echoey laugh, the imp vanished from the room.
“Oh, sh-shiiiiiit!” Adam groaned as he almost collapsed, his body filled to the brim with electrifying energy and emitting a cacophony of crackles and pops.
It was hopeless, the imp and his statue were long gone, yet the magic sweeping Adam’s body was only becoming more overwhelming. Letting out a long, loud, and frustrated groan, he stripped off his t-shirt, jeans, socks, and underwear - all of them dripping wet with sweat - and threw himself onto the sofa. He moaned into the armrest as the light hairs on his arm turned darker, multiplying and spreading across his skin.
Adam’s body became a symphony of sensations as the imp’s spell spread through him, replacing his former biological father’s genes with George’s vastly superior ones. The electric feeling that accompanied the hair spreading along his arms could be felt just about everywhere. Flipping onto his damp back, he could see the same thick, brown hair spreading down his chest and across his slowly lengthening legs.
His cock was already standing to full attention by this stage, slapping against his hairier stomach as he writhed and twisted in resistance. “This… this is s-so wrong,” Adam moaned, desperately trying to resist touching his dripping erection.
“Please st-stop!” he tried to cry for help as the same stretching took a hold of his spine and arms, “Augh… Why does it f-feel so g-gooooood?!”
His hips bucked upward as entire body was pulled longer along the couch, forcing his legs to hang further and further off the end. Adam had only been an inch shorter than George’s six-foot-one, but his new genetic combination gave him an additional inch over his new father.
He held his hands above his face, watching as his they spread outward. He could feel the bones and tendons in his thin fingers thickening and lengthening, turning his appendages into a spitting image of George’s manly mitts, only smoother and younger looking.
Likewise, Adam’s slender feet cracked and snapped. He moaned helplessly, kicking his long legs out as they exploded in size, his toes stretching and his soles expanding to mirror his new father’s large size twelves before continuing to stretch forward an extra size.
His face crunched and creaked similarly. Adam’s breathing speed up as he clutched his small face, feeling his features broaden and widen. His jaw pushed outward, thick and defined. He felt his nose snap and promptly broaden and elongate underneath his thick fingers, while his ears followed suit. Straight, pearly white teeth shone brightly between thicker lips as he clenched down in an attempt to stifle the desperate sounds he was making.
Stubble etched its way across his enhanced jawline, across his cheeks, and down his thicker neck. After all, his dad had a permanent five o'clock shadow, so it only made sense he did too, Adam thought. All the while, the short, light hair on his head flowed out longer, darker and with a wave - just like his dad’s.
“Mmpppphhhh, fuuuuuuuck!” Adam unclenched his teeth and roared in ecstasy as pressure burst forth from every muscle fiber in his body. All the memories Adam had of his father instilling him with a passion for physical fitness suddenly came to the fore, helped along further by his better genetics. He watched and writhed as thick muscle spread upward from his large feet, his calves plumping and bulging with sinew before his thighs joined in, swelling to twice their size. His ass inflated against the couch cushions, thicker and rounder than he thought possible.
Adam couldn’t help but feel himself up as abs began to press outward from his thin, hairy stomach. He gripped his slick cock in one hand and grasped his inflating chest in the other. His nipples sizzled with pleasure as they expanded, matching the growing mounds of muscle pulsing to life underneath them.
And from his chest, the changes worked its way down his longer arms. Blessing his biceps with ballooning muscular strength, the veins rippling as they burst outward in size. His forearms followed suit, the muscle accentuating the masculinity of the hair that adorned them. All along his back, Adam could feel muscle groups he didn’t even know existed fluttering larger and stronger.
The last semblance of a grip that Adam had on his former reality was released as his cock began to throb harder and harder. Breathless, he gasped and squirmed as his member stretched larger in his hand. He could feel his balls swelling as they expanded, filling with more and more entirely new semen. His cock head swelled outward, broad and thick, drooling pre-cum onto his hirsute eight-pack. The floodgates suddenly opened, and with a cry of bliss, the transformed Adam’s now eight-inch rod unloaded, spraying his beautiful, masculine form with hot, white cream again, and again, and again.
Exhausted, the stud passed out only to be startled awake later by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. In a blind panic, he jolted to his feet, hoping to find something to cover himself; but instead, he found himself somehow clean and fully clothed.
“Was it… just a dream?” he grumbled, before noticing how much deeper his voice sounded. Trembling, he rubbed his face, feeling the intense jawline and rough stubble. He patted down his frame with his oversized hands, confirming the presence of the firm muscle adorning every inch of it.
“Not a dream,” he whispered, defeated.
“Hey, Adam, we’re back… you okay, bud?” George asked, noticing his son standing there, dazed and flustered.
“Y-y-yeah, think I just had… a crazy dream,” Adam replied, trying not to panic.
“Think you can help me your mother get started with the turkey then?” George requested with a wide smile.
Adam wracked his brain attempting to remember what had been erased, but all he could find were the happy memories between him and his father, George, and the stunning body he’d been gifted.
“Y-yeah, sure thing,” Adam said, as a smile began to appear across his handsome face.
He followed his father into the kitchen, stumbling slightly over his long legs and oversized feet.
“You sure you’re okay?” George chuckled.
“Yeah, never been better, dad,” Adam replied cheerfully.
Meanwhile, in a dark, confined cabinet somewhere far, far away, the air began to shimmer as the imp statue fizzled into existence. Light suddenly filled the space as the door opened, the ruby eyes of the statue sparkling brightly.
“Where the hell did this come from?” a voice asked…