What he needs

Brandon had lusted over his friend for years now, his cocky grin, his muscular build and nice firm ass were all coupled with a great personality making Jordan, Brandon's ideal guy. The problem was that Jordan would never feel the same way because unfortunately for Brandon his friend was completely heterosexual. However while Brandon knew that it was futile, he still lusted over his hunky friend with the chunky butt. He often would imagine what life would be like if they were together, it was this longing and this fantasizing that brought the trickster to Brandon.
Brandon had planned to meet up with Jordan that night, often they would get drunk and laugh the night away and Brandon could stare at his friend's shapely ass on the dance floor. Even now as he got together his clothes for the evening Brandon was thinking about his friend and how he would give anything for things to be different and that's when the trickster appeared. With a swirl of green smoke a mystical man all in green appeared in Brandon's room causing the startled man to stumble and fall.

The green man smiled at his next victim and begun his introduction. "Oh Brandon your lust, your desire and your longing have been calling to me and have brought me to you, finally I have arrived to help" The green man then reached out his hand and offered the frightened Brandon some help up.

With some trepidation Brandon reached out his hand and as he was being pulled up asked "Who are you? And what do you mean my desire brought you here?"

The trickster smiled, a cool confidence radiating from him "I am a magical being sent to those wayward souls that need help with matters of the heart and you my friend need a lot of help. You desire you friend but there is no earthly way you could be together and so I will give you the chance to change that by granting you one wish."  

Brandon was stunned, this couldn't be real surely? Magic and wishes couldn't exist? Yet the man had just appeared in front of him from a billow of smoke, he already knew both his and Jordan's name, plus he had never divulged to anyone his desire to be with Jordan. Brandon couldn't deny it the man in front of him was truly a magical being. A wave of excitement then ran over Brandon as the many possibilities for his wish came to mind, he could wish for Jordan to be gay! However while overjoyed at the possibility of finally getting together with his friend, a nagging feeling distracted Brandon. Why would this magical being help him? and why would he do it for nothing? Brandon had read in stories about genies and djinn who twist and change wishes for there own amusement, could this be the same thing? Brandon's mind went wild, if he simply just wished for Jordan to be gay then all manor of things could happen, Jordan could end changing into some gay caricature, or end up in a relationship with another man or even turn into a gay woman. Brandon cursed himself for being so fool hardy as his eyes darted towards the green man who was still smiling sweetly. Brandon thought hard until he suddenly it came to him, he shouldn't be the one changing Jordan, Jordan should change him. Brandon smiled, he would do anything to be with Jordan even if that meant changing into someone completely different, so with a deep breath in, Brandon made his wish.

"I wish I could be exactly what Jordan needs."

Then with a puff of green smoke and hearty chuckle, Brandon felt himself pass out.

Brandon awoke groggy, his vision blurred he wanted to rub his eyes but strangely found he could not move his arms, in fact Brandon found out very quickly that he couldn't move anything at all. Brandon started to panic at his immobile state, what had happened to him? and where was he? As his vision began to clear Brandon quickly realized he was no longer in his bedroom or even his house, from what he could see it now looked like he sitting on the floor of a bathroom of some sorts and weirdly it looked familiar. The reason it seemed familiar soon became clear as the door to the bathroom swung open and a man with a cocky grin, a muscular build and a nice firm ass walked in. Brandon was so glad to see Jordan, he instantly tried to called out to him but sadly Brandon couldn't make a sound. Brandon was so confused as he sat looking up at his friend, the tall, beefy man hadn't even took a second glance at him, surely he should be worried that his friend had appeared paralyzed on his bathroom floor? Yet the hunk continued about his business rooting around in the sink cupboard. Brandon was both perplexed and frightened, his wish had brought him to Jordan and surely he was what he needed so why were they not kissing and ripping each others clothes off? Brandon watched sullen as his friend bent over to look deeper in the cupboard, his ass stretching out his shorts and giving Brandon a great view of his curvaceous rump. For a moment Brandon forgot about his situation and drifted back into his desire and lust for his friend as he watched the bubble butt jiggle from side to side as it's owner rooted around for an item. however Brandon was soon very harshly brought out from his lust filled daze, as his friend suddenly stopped his moving and a audible rumble could be heard. Brandon could do nothing as his friend continued to point his ass towards him and unleash a loud, groaning fart.

Brandon was both surprised and horrified as the heavy, dense smell of his friends dirty ass overwhelmed him. The smell was so strong and foul that Brandon would have gagged if he had the ability to do. Brandon looked over at his friend who had now stood up and was chuckling at the scent of his own disgusting ass blast, why had his friend done that? Could he not see him? However what Jordan did next soon answered that question as Brandon watched his friend start to pull down his shorts and underwear.

Brandon tried with all his might to scream out to his friend to stop as he watched the perfect, shapely bare ass come towards him, but Brandon's pleas were never heard. Brandon was helpless as his friends plump ass came down on top of him, the muscular guy was unaware he had sat on one of his closest friends. Brandon continued to shout but soon his own internal yells were drowned out by the series of thunderous, droning farts that rocketed out of his friends asshole directly into his pathetic face. Brandon could only inhale the stink as the fetid stench of his friends shit clogged his nostrils, the stench was so strong that Brandon could no longer handle it and began to sob. How could his friend do this to him? Why would his friend do this to him? Brandon looked around the tiny bathroom for help or some way to escape, but in his search to find assistance he also came to a grim understanding. He was in a bathroom and around him was a sink, a mirror, a bath and even a shower but one vital piece of equipment was missing. With the bleak realization Brandon screamed as Jordan's asshole twitched and another barrage of farts assaulted him.

Brandon was hysterical as he felt his friend's weight shift as it got into a better position on top of him. Brandon pleaded for mercy, he begged for the trickster to return, for someone to undo his wish but all Brandon received was a couple more shit smelling farts and then the smell of something much, much worse. The trickster laughed as he heard Brandon scream and the tell tale sound of something large dropping into water, Brandon had become exactly what Jordan needed, because what Jordan really needed... was to take a huge shit.