The blackness dispersed to show a quaint bathroom, with a counter covered in an assortment of hair gels, toothbrushes, and toothpaste. A frameless mirror covered most of the wall above the counter, currently reflecting the image of Jordan flexing his average biceps and muttering to himself:
"Look at those guns."
Before lifting his shirt to show some surprisingly decent abs, which his other hand began to caress.
"What a washboard"
The genie, invisible, rolled his eyes. He wouldn't be able to stand the lanky boy's attitude for much longer.
"Perhaps Master, If I may interrupt, a wish to make that... incredible body of yours even better?"
Jordan had now moved onto his other bicep, caressing its gentle curve and leaning in to kiss it.
"Seriously Master Jordan, I can improve anything you wish!"
A look of annoyance crossed Jordan's face as his self-worship session was interrupted.
"Fine Genie, I wish you would leave me in peace!"
Taken aback by the unexpected wish the Genie quickly thought of a way to make it less drastic.
"Fine Genie, I wish you would leave me to jack-off in peace!"
Instantly the Genie's form was pushed out of the room, leaving him waiting patiently outside the bathroom door with his lamp at his feet. The sound of a fly being unzipped and fabric quickly moving from the other side of the door implied the second part of the altered wish had come into effect.
With an estimated few minutes on his hands the Genie took his time to look around what he presumed was his masters room. A single-sized bed lay on the far wall underneath a window which looked down onto a small and pleasant garden. A desk sat in the far corner on top of which sat a basic laptop and a few textbooks. The Genie made his way over to the bed-side table and placed his lamp on top of it, accidentally bumping into a phone which turned on, showing an image of Jordan flexing shirtless in the bathroom he was just in. It seems Jordan's ego had skyrocketed as a result of his previous wishes.
After a few minutes of looking around, the Genie returned to the bathroom door.
Faint sounds of moaning and wet slapping, came trough to the other side.
The Genie was about to sit back on his Master's bed when he heard Jordan half moaning say:
"Aww look at those muscles, wish they were sexier!"
Holding back a cry of joy, the Genie went to work altering the wish.
"Aww look at those sensitive muscles, wish they were bigger and sexier!"
Immediately the intensity of the moans from the other side of the door increased ten-fold.
"So sexy, so good! Aww yeah, sensitive pecs AWWW!"
The genie backed away from the door.
"Shit! It got in my mouth!"
The sound died down from the bathroom as the Genie assumed Jordan tried to clean up.
A few moments later the door opened slowly to reveal a magical (literally) sight.
Jordans once semi loose t-shirt was now pushed up by some enormous pecs on a guy his size, his nipples poked at the material, now splattered with darker patches. The bottom row of his now chiselled abs was now visible as his pecs pushed the shirt away from his body. The sleeves were nearly at tearing point with his large biceps fighting against the material. His once baggy jeans now flared much more at the calf and thigh area, (the Genie ensures leg day is never skipped). And while it wasn't visible Jordan most certainly had a large muscle butt pushing out the seat of his pants.
"Thanks for the privacy Genie, although wish my cum would taste a little better though." The muscled boy said with a laugh.
For a minute the Genie was to gobsmacked by his own work to realise Jordan had ,purposefully or not, spoken another wish. Flustered the Genie did his best to alter it to his liking.
"although wish my enormous cumshots would taste a lot better though."
As the last word left Jordan's mouth, the wet patches merged into long white streaks dripping down his shirt. His face was covered in a patchwork of white and clear fluid and he was eagerly sucking the remains of his orgasm off his dripping hand.
Behind him the bathroom mirror was nearly opaque due to all the cum now flowing down its surface. A few clear streaks of what looked like a tongue imprint ran down the mirror's white coating. Before it pooled onto the countertop, flowing around the assortment of toiletries.
Jordan sucked the last bit of cum off his fingers.
He chuckled to himself, "It's really good... you want a taste?"