Interactive: Three Word Difference (Part 3)

Mutabear ended up pointing out the original story this idea is taken from, called “Plus Three” by Derek Williams.


“I wish I was fucking Rich, my slobby neighbor.”

It happened again. That wasn’t the wish he’d meant to make, but it had just fallen right out of his mouth anyway. 

“I think we can arrange that,” the genie said, and again, the genie’s eyes began to pulse with an incredible intensity, as Adam found himself drawn to the door of his apartment. 

“I…I don’t actually want…I mean…I don’t know why I said that, I don’t even know if I have a neighbor named…named Rich…” Adam said, but even as he said it, there were memories falling into place. His next door neighbor was a man named Rich, and he was most definitely a slob. He was massively fat, and the few times Rich had spoken to him the guy was a mess–usually drunk and reeking of beer and cigarettes, wearing nothing more than his filthy underwear, with a thick tangled beard and long ratty hair. Rich had always disgusted him, hadn’t he? But then why was he getting so hard all of a sudden thinking about him?

Confused, flustered, and horny, he went out into the hallway and knocked on Rich’s door. After a few moments, the fat slob opened his door, and before either of them could say anything, he saw a flicked of color cross Rich’s eyes–the same color as the genie’s mist. “Hey fucker–get your sexy ass in here. Was wondering what was taking you so long.”

He grabbed Adam by the front of his undershirt and pulled him into his apartment. The smell of the place was strong, but also somehow…intoxicating. “Sorry, I got off late from work,” Adam said, and he started kissing Rich on the fat neck, making him shudder.

“You fuckin’ work too much man,” Rich moaned, running his hands over Adam’s hard muscle.

“Shut up, get in the fuckin’ bedroom.”

He’d never been this far into Rich’s apartment before, had he? But they why was this all so familiar? The piles of dirty laundry, the sheets stained dark with sweat and cum. Rich tossed him the lube and got up on the bed, while Adam stripped down himself, and lubed up his rock hard cock. No one else got him hard like this, something about the fat pig’s nasty stench, his hair, the grease on his skin just got Adam’s cock going like nothing else, even if he was a bit humiliated to be fucking someone like this. Whatever–why the fuck did it matter? He got up and shoved his cock into Rich’s hole and started fucking him rough, Rich moaning and begging him for more and more, but Adam didn’t last that long–after a few minutes, he came, hauled his cock out, and felt the control the genie had on him wane a bit. 

“Fuck man, I needed that,” Rich said, and rolled over, groping for his own cock, “Give a guy a hand, would ya?”

It turned his stomach a bit, but Adam licked at Rich’s balls while he stroked, and he came too after a couple of minutes, both of them sweaty, and Rich let off a belch. “I gotta get going, man, thanks for the fuck,” Adam said, eager to be past this as quickly as possible now that he wasn’t compelled to be here.

“I got some beer if you want, could watch the wrestling tonight, you like wrestling?”

“I fuckin’ exhausted is all, I’m gonna go eat.”

Rich looked disappointed. “Fuck man, I wish you would hang out with me, and not just fuck me and go, you know?”

It happened faster than either of them could even realize–after all, the genie had never said he was limited to granting just Adam’s wishes. What came out instead was:

“Fuck man, I wish you had moved in with me, and not just fuck me and go, you know?”

The mist swirled up around them, and Adam only had a moment to realize a wish had been granted before things were back to a new normal between them–living in a two bedroom now, together, like they always had…right? 

“I…I need to…” Adam said, certain he’d been planning to go somewhere a moment before, but he couldn’t remember where. “I gotta go to the gym,” he said, finally, but that still didn’t seem quite right.

“Come on, stay home, watch the wrestling with me!” Rich said, “You work out too much, it can’t be healthy.”

“I like working out though.”

“You like work too much! Everything you do is work, you don’t know how to enjoy yourself,” Rich said, as Adam dug his gym bag out from their combined piles of dirty laundry. He didn’t want to have this fight again–they always had this stupid fight. Rich hated work, and could barely hold down a job. That meant Adam had to hold down all the income for them both. His job was good, but it was stressful, and all Rich wanted him to do was work less!

“I wish you’d grow up and start working!” Adam said, thinking that would end it, but he’d forgotten about the genie again, and once more, his wish was twisted around into something else entirely.


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