Chapter 1 - Geno-type pt. 1

            Tyler had been smashing his face against this pre-calc problem for over an hour. Quite literally, for he was face down in his text book emitting a groan somewhere between the mating call of the humpback whale and the tortured moan of the damned. At this point he would have accepted a text from anyone just to give him a diversion from the headache inducing mishmash of letters and numbers he was trying to make sense of. He was even more pleased to see that the message was from his best friend Jake.

            Jake and Tyler had been friends for as long as either of them could remember. They had grown up on the same block of the same town, and had been placed together in the same day care before they were even old enough to walk. It was apparent to everyone that these two would grow to be inseparable. They had already begun to be able to communicate with each other before even being able to speak; much in the way that twins are able to.

            Tyler read the few texts he had received. 
            “Get your gear. We are going campin”
            “Now”

            Admittedly, this was sudden, but Tyler did love camping, and it gave him an excuse to shirk his homework for at least one more night. It was Friday after all. He had all weekend to get it finished. He quickly ran over to his closet and grabbed his sleeping bag as well as some basic necessities, such as socks. He learned early on that you can never have too many socks on a camping trip. Whether it’s because your last pair got soaked from slogging through wet terrain or just needing to double up because of the cold, you always want extra socks.

            In the span of five minutes he had already gotten his pack ready to go. At that moment Jake came charging into his room. He didn’t bother to knock, but its ok. He never did. By this point in their lives it was just sort of assumed there was no concept of privacy between the two of them.

            “C’mon. C’mon. Let’s get moving!” Jake urged Tyler on.

            “Slow your roll, bro. We’ve got all night.” Tyler responded while rolling his eyes. “What’s the rush, anyway?”

            “There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. I bet it’d look awesome from outside of town. You really can’t see anything with all the lights out here.”

            “Shoulda known it was some nerd shit.” Tyler replied with a mischievous smirk.

            “I might be a nerd, but at least I’m not a little twerp!” Jake responded, while russling Tyler’s short blonde hair.

            Jake was quite a bit taller than Tyler, and loved to tease him about it. Tyler was fairly average, but a little on the short side at 5’5”. Jake was well above average at 6’3”. Tyler was better built, though. He was athletic, and had the muscles to prove it. He was part of just about every sports team in school; sans basketball. Tyler was also a bit of a class clown. He was quick to make a joke or sarcastic remark, and he typically had this look on his face like he was up to no good.
           
            Tyler on the other hand was very slim. He had little muscle definition to speak of. Nor did he have any fat on his body. His brown hair was fairly shaggy and always looked like it could benefit from someone running a brush through it. He was typically the much calmer of the two. He was often lost in thought, and liked to keep to himself. About the only person he talked to on a regular basis was Tyler. Jake was also top of his class in just about every subject; a fact that Tyler was happy to exploit.
      
            Within a matter of minutes they had loaded up Jake’s jeep and were on the road. Tyler just let his mom know where he was headed and was off before she could even respond. Not that she would have said anything anyway. These whirlwind trips were pretty common by now. Tyler and Jake drove for a good half hour until they reached the little hill they liked to camp out at. It was actually on a bit of property owned by one of Jake’s uncles, but there was no one around for miles to really care or bother them about being there.

            Once they got there, they quickly rolled out their sleeping bags and laid back to enjoy they night. They never did bother setting up a tent. If it turns out they needed some shelter they just crashed in the jeep.

They laid back and watched the stars. They talked for hours until suddenly Jake quickly cut Tyler off and said “Look! It’s starting! Make a wish!” Tyler was about to laugh at how childish Jake was being and was ready to tease him about it, but he turned to look at is friend and saw the determined look on Jake’s face. Tyler had seen this face enough to know it was no use talking to him. He was deeply focused on whatever it was he was thinking about. His pale blue eyes were intently focused on the flashes of light streaking across the sky.

            Tyler chuckled to himself a little, and figured “Why not? It’s not like it’ll hurt to try, and who knows. With this many shootings stars maybe one will actually work?” But what to wish for? He thought for a minute as he stared into the shower. The choice seemed easy enough for him. He would wish for what any guy would wish for. He drifted off to sleep thinking about how nice it would be if his equipment was bigger.

            Tyler was suddenly standing in an empty room. He assumed it was a room, even though he could see no walls or ceiling. Just white open space as far as the eye could see. “Ah, yes. Good. Hello. There you are. I would like to discuss with you.” Tyler could make out a distinct voice, but there was no one there.

            “Ah, right. You can’t see me.” With that a man stepped into view. He appeared right in front of Tyler as if he had stepped out from behind a curtain that had been there all along, but wasn’t. He was a few inches taller than Tyler and was wearing a solid white suit complete with a white top hat. Even his skin was pale white. The only color he seemed to have was a little bit of peachy coloration in his lips and bright yellow hair with equally yellow irises. “I am not usually in the business of granting wishes and all, but I was passing through and I heard your requests. I figured, it could be fun, so what the hell.”

Tyler was obviously very confused by this point, but he decided he would play along. “Sure… but who are you? What are you?”

            “Oh, right. I suppose introductions are in order. Well, you see. I am just a traveler. I was enjoying watching the wave of meteorites ignite as they collided with your planet’s atmosphere. I am sure it looks wonderful from down here, but I must tell you, it is magnificent from up top.”  At this he passed for a moment and tilted his head as if he was thinking of something. “As for my name… Well, it can be a little hard for your kind to pronounce, but my name is” Then he made a sound that was very much like that of a wind chime being shaken by a heavy breeze. It was a beautiful sound, but there was no way Tyler could ever hope to duplicate it.

            “Anyways, I was enjoying the show and I picked up a rather strong telepathic communication from your friend there. It was very loud and clear, especially for a human. Your species does not usually exhibit such levels. He must have been very focused on it. It is funny really. Your kind has such potential for psychic output, but you are among the few species that cannot even pick up their own signals. Well, it matters not. I was so intrigued that I came in for a closer look, and hat’s when I heard your signal too. I figured, since I am already here, and it is well within my capacity, why not make with a little mojo. Ah. It’s just like a fairy tale! This is fun!”

            By this point Tyler was absolutely sure he was having one hell of a cracked out dream. He decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy it. He extended his hand for a handshake and said “Well then, Geno. Welcome to Earth.” “Geno” extended his hand as well and regarded Tyler with a bemused expression.

            He grinned as he raised an eyebrow and said “Geno? That must be some sort of title your people have for one such as me. It is a fine name, though, and it will facilitate conversation. Well then, let’s discuss your wish. All you said is that you want it bigger? We could do with more specifics, though. Do you have a size in mind? Do not worry it is an easy request to fulfill, and well within my capacity.”

            Tyler still didn’t think there was anything that would actually come from this crazy dream and so he just responded “Oh, I don’t think I could decide on a size. Especially since once I do I am locked in for life, right? It’s not like we’ll ever meet again. It could always be bigger, right? That’s what bigger means.” Tyler was trying to play it cool, but even though he knew this was just a crazy dream, he still was not fully comfortable discussing wangular dynamics with some guy e had just met.

            “Your logic is questionable, but acceptable. I most likely will not find my way back in these parts any time soon, and it is best to be sure it is done right, don’t you agree? So how is this, I will grant you the ability to make it grow. As big as you want.” Geno had a bit of a joking tone every time he said “it.” He noticed the way Tyler was hesititent to regard certain aspects of his physiology by name, and was greatly amused by it.

Geno then reached into his front coat pocket and pulled out a small ball which appeared to be a swirling globe of glowing, golden sand. “Here we are. This is my gift to you.” He then logged it softly towards Tyler. The orb hit him squarely in the Netherlands and exploded into a poof of golden smoke. The smoke then began to permeate the front of Tyler’s jeans. Before long all of the smoke had soaked clear through to his skin and the glowing faded. He could feel his loins begin to tingle. A soothing warmth rushed through his package as the magic took hold.

            “With that, I really must be going. Enjoy your gift, and try to use it well, ok?” With the he took off his hat and bowed low. He placed the top hat back on his, but instead of stopping there it continued to lower, sucking the man’s body into it as it dropped. Soon the hat touched the ground. It sat there for a brief moment, and then was whisked away by a stray breeze. The next thing Tyler knew he was waking up back at the hill he and Jake were camping at.

            The rest of the weekend progressed fairly uneventfully. After Jake and Tyler woke up on Saturday morning they packed up their stuff and headed back to Tyler’s house to spend the day. Once there they just sort of hung out for the duration of day. They played some video games, watched TV, and at some point during the day Tyler had managed to convince Jake to help him with his homework; Jake’s help more or less consisted of him giving Tyler all the answers while chewing him out about needing to know this stuff for the test. Jake spent the night over at Tyler’s place and Sunday went by much the same way.

            Despite the normalcy of the whole weekend, Tyler could not shake the memory of the weird dream he had had on Friday night. Nor could he take his mind of the warm tingling that was coursing through his loins. By the time Jake finally returned home on Sunday night Tyler was more than a little ready for some time alone.

            He undressed and hopped into the shower. He took a long, hot, shower, while trying to think through just what had happened on Friday. The more he thought about it, the less it seemed like a dream. He could still remember everything so clearly; the white expanse, the strange man, his yellow eyes, especially his yellow eyes, and the supposed wish that had been granted. Tyler got out of the shower and dried himself off. After managing to de-fog the mirror enough to be useable, he stood there, naked, as he looked over his body.
            By all accounts he was a good looking guy. He was well toned, nicely tanned, had small nose that gave him a cute boyish look to him. There was just one area where he seemed to be lacking. His eyes drifted lower as he took stock of his lackluster cock, and marginal balls. At his hardest he managed to reach about four and a half inches. Some part of his mind knew that this was considered on the lower end of average, but he always measured himself against the boasts of his classmates. Listening to all the other guys casually talk about their large dicks had made him jealous and insecure. In that moment all he wanted was to be like them. He needed just those few inches to be like all those other guys.

            At that moment, he felt it. He felt a warmth spread throughout his groin. The tingling he had been feeling the whole weekend also increased to the point where it felt like the entirety of his genitalia was bristling with energy. It felt amazing. He wanted to close his eyes and just lean back and enjoy it, but he knew he needed to see what was happening. He opened his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror. His jaw dropped as he witnessed what happened.
           
            His dick began to lengthen a little bit and also get a bit wider. His balls began to swell up as well. They began to sag lower under their newfound weight. His cock, which previously just sort of jutted out in a downward angle, began to curve downward as its length and weight increased.
           
            Tyler could not believe his eyes. He could not remember a time in his life where he had been so happy. He watched as his dangly bits were much more dangly and a lot less bitty. He swayed his hips from side to side and watched as the momentum carried through his cock and balls. His junk rhythmically slapped against each thigh with an audible smack. He was positively giddy as he began to gyrate his hips in a more circular pattern. Again, his bait and tackle followed suit. It was in that very moment that he could honestly claim to have successfully executed is very first helicopter.

            By this point Tyler was getting very hard, and he was giggling like a little kid who was let to run amok in fast food chain ball pit. He wanted very much to just pound one out right there in front of the mirror. To give his upgraded equipment a test run, but he knew he just had to know how big he really was. He ran into his room and dug around through his desk to find any sort of measuring utensil. At first he found a protractor, but a quick comparison proved that it would not be enough. Six inches was not big enough. He could not contain his glee. He began to dig with more enthusiasm and eventually find an old beat up wooden ruler. He leaned back with his back against the wall and placed the two sticks side by side. Just a little over seven inches.

            Tyler could not believe what he was seeing. In the span of a under a minute he had gained almost three full inches. This was amazing. He could totally live with this, but a little voice in the back of his mind was telling him that there was plenty more where that came from…