Make A Wish 3

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Note: "My Erotic Fiction", meaning you cannot use or post it without permission, it may be illegal or immoral for you to read, and none of it is real.

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Part 1: Discovering the Power

1. What the heck?

I have no idea where the power came from, or what its limits are, but I DO know when I first learned about it.

A co-worker and I were taking a break and I was listening to her complain about her love life. Now, this frustrated me to no small degree, because I would have LOVED to contribute to her love life, but as a middle-aged, overweight, near-sighted tech, I was out of her class and nearly twice her age. Susan was just twenty one or two, a perky, cheerleader-type brunette with the cutest 'girl next door' features and a tight body. Her latest boyfriend dumped her with the old 'it's not you, its me' spiel and she was depressed and full of self-doubt... again.

Whenever this happened, she began to figure it was her fault, and her most common target of self-loathing was her flat chest. There was some bulging, but she rarely needed a bra and it rarely made much of an impression on her clothing. I figured her biggest problem was her self-image, but who was I to say anything? 44 and unmarried, not even any real female companionship in my life?

I was giving her a backrub (my backrubs had a great reputation in the office, but I tried to downplay them because they generally leave me too horny and frustrated to deal with!) As I massaged some kinks out, I said something like "Well, you know if I had a wish to make for you, I would wish that you had the kind of big, beautiful breasts you have always wanted, but..." and lapsed off into some meaningless but well-meant chatter.

Now, the odd thing is that when I made the wish statement, I felt something happen- something flowed out of me through my fingertips. It felt like some sort of fluid rushing inside my fingers, almost the way sperm does as it travels through your cock. It felt terrific, but very, very odd. I swear I felt her 'absorb' the flow as well- something under my fingers seemed to sense that the flow continued into her and I swear I felt her shiver just a bit.

Well, all too soon, it was time to get back to work, and I forget about it as I buried myself in work.

The next day, Friday, Susan did not come in, having called in with a touch of flu or something. I was disappointed, but kind of relieved- I really did not want to talk to her again after that weird sensation... pleasant though it was. Oddly, she called me about an hour before quitting time. She asked if she could come over and I said yes. She said she'd bring supper.

My heart fell. All I could think of was I was in trouble for something- inappropriate touch, thoughtless comments, something. Somehow I had offended her and she wanted to talk to me about it. On the other hand, she did not sound upset... Oh well, I'd know soon enough. She had been to my house a couple times as I repaired stuff for her, but supper was something new- usually, it was just a quick drop and run, sometimes she would stay for a soda or we would talk while she waited for me to fix it.

I got home to see her car already there. As I opened the door, she came out in a long coat carrying some containers of take-out Chinese food from a place we often for the office. She swept by me as I opened the door for her. She went directly to the kitchen, saying she would serve us supper before we talked. A minute later, she came out with two steaming platters of food. As we ate, she asked about work and made small talk, but I was distracted by the fact that she never removed the long jacket and I had the oddest feeling that she was naked under it.

After she cleared the dishes, she came out to the living room and sate beside me and asked if I remembered our last conversation at work. I admitted that it was a bit unthinking, but I had not meant to insult her...

She shushed me with a hand on my lips and laughed. "Insulted? Believe me, I am not insulted! You made a wish, and I felt something odd where you were touching me- something warm and electric somehow. Whatever it was, you got your wish!" With this, she stood and dropped her coat in one fluid motion.

Wow! She was gorgeous! I knew she had a great body, but now it was topped with two beautiful, firm, round breasts capped with smallish but rock-hard nipples. "What... where..." I was stammering and drooling- total idiot mode!

"Do you like them? I woke up this morning with them! I spent the day shopping for new clothes to fit and touching them to be sure they were real! Not only are they real, but they are incredibly sensitive! Now, you wonderful man, I have to reward you properly!" With that, she pulled me into the bedroom and slid off my clothes as I stood there in near total shock. My penis, however, was responding pretty normally-it was steel hard and hurt!

She struggled a little to pull my pants and underwear down off me- it got hung up on my erection some. Now, my cock is not big by any standard, but it still made getting my clothes off a bit tricky. Susan reached in my pants and cradled it like her hand was a living, soft, warm shoehorn and she slipped everything down. She kept holding me and began to caress it. Then she knelt and breathed on it, cooing and talking to it as she slowly drew it into her warmer mouth. God, this was heavenly! My body began to respond and I started to gently rock back and forth as I stroked her soft hair. After a couple minutes of this, I exploded into her mouth and she swallowed every drop, even licking my cock clean afterwards. I was weak-kneed as she pushed me back onto my bed.

"Now that we have that one out of the way, it is time to show my full appreciation!" She knelt again and engulfed my limp dick in her new breasts. Her pillowy cushions pressed against me and I began to grow hard once more. As it stiffened, she pressed her tit-flesh against it and massaged me with her new boobs. She licked the tip whenever it appeared, and I was soon rock-solid. She squealed with glee and shifted herself above me and positioned herself directly over me. She nuzzled her hot, wet pussy on my cock's head for a moment, lubricating me with her juices, then she dropped fully on me in one plunge!

She rested there for a moment as we grew accustomed to the sensations. She was so tight and hot and that nearly came just from being in her! She began to rock and lift, slowly pumping herself up and down on me as I finally began to take an active part in the proceedings. I started to play with her incredible breasts and nipples, feeling them swell under my fingers. "Oh, God, yes! Do that-I LOVE that!" She shivered through the first of what was to be many orgasms. "My nipples are SOOO sensitive now... uhhh, ohhh, yeeaahhh... suck on them, please... suck..." She did not have to ask again. I fastened my mouth on first one, then the other nipple as if they were dispensing the very elixir of life. She was squirming in ways that felt incredible as she ground on my cock. We both erupted together in an explosion of noise and hot fluids, and she collapsed on me in a most unlady-like manner.

I rolled us over and let her rest as I slipped out of her with an audible plopping noise. As she came to, she smiled and was literally purring as she played with my hair with one hand and tickled my sticky cock with the fingertips of her other hand. I had already come twice, and she had come about four or five times. I was done for the night and pretty exhausted, but it looked like she was ready for a little more. She rolled me on my back and gave me a massage that was probably illegal in many states. I don't know if she was trying to arouse me for another round, and God knows, I tried to rally... well, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. I fell asleep.

After some incredible dreams, including one about a coworker suddenly growing breasts and fucking my brains out, I woke to an incredible sensation of warmth and suction. My eyes popped open and I was looking into Susan's deep green eyes as she looked adoringly into mine while giving me a 'wake up' blow job. If I was still dreaming, fuck real life! I came and she swallowed greedily, licking off each stray droplet.

"Wow!" Was my witty early-morning reply. She laughed in a carefree way that sent my heart soaring, then she pulled me up and informed me that she had our morning planned. First, I was to take a shower.

'Shower' is not the right word for what Susan did to me, but 'standing aquatic semi-sex' is too awkward to say. She served me intimately and professionally- running warm water over my body, washing my hair, soaping my body (even in the places it tickled), rinsing me, drying me, anointing me with lotions and deodorant, and then shaving me like she had done it all her life. All the time, she touched, kissed, licked, rubbed, caressed, and feather-touched me with nearly every part of her body, keeping me constantly aroused and near orgasm but not letting me cum. I shivered with mini-orgasms often, and a couple times she grabbed my penis firmly seconds before I was going to erupt, but she would not let me cum. She dried herself off (she had showered earlier, and gaily told me she came twice just playing with her new tits), and escorted me to the bedroom. There, she dressed me in comfortable, casual clothes. She managed to achieve an excellent effect with my terrible wardrobe. Next, she led me to the kitchen, where warm muffins, juice, and fruit were waiting for me.

She stared at me as I ate with these incredible, adoring eyes, like I was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. It befuddled me, and yet seemed oddly... familiar. I could not quite place my finger on it, but I felt like this since she nearly raped me last night, even before I thought it was all just a dream. It also aroused me to a degree I would have dreamed possible. This gorgeous girl really, really wanted me!

2. Experimentation

As I finished eating, she said "Now what?"

"Now what, what?" I asked. "Now, what else today? Now, what about us? Now, what about the rest of our lives? Now, when can we make mad, passionate love again?"

She giggled. "How about all of the above? First, however, I am curious about how this happened. Have you always been able to grant wishes? Have you done any others?"

"I have no idea what is happening here. As far as I know, it never happened before and until you came over, I had no idea anything happened this time either."

She said she had been thinking about this since she woke up yesterday. She was incredibly curious about it and had been thinking about it a lot- a lot more than I had, in fact. She had even thought up a series of experiments to try to learn more about this.

"But, we have to be careful", she said. "What if you only get three of them or something? You could even have used others up and not known it." I asked her what her plan was.

"Well, my first thought was that even though I love you dearly, you could stand a little enhancement yourself." Susan said, with a little blush. I agreed, laughing. I KNEW exactly what I tried to avoid looking at in the mirror every day.

"OK," she started, "make a list of what you want to improve in your body and wish it to be so." We worked for a few minutes. I had thought about this on and off on various 'self-improvement' jags that never went too far, and she had been thinking about it all night- and had in fact been toying with what she would do to me for the last couple years as we worked together. More as a home-improvement/what if exercise than because she really cared.

With a list in hand, I began "I wish I was ten years younger, weighed 180 with rock-solid muscles, was perfectly healthy, had a metabolism that kept me trim and healthy, a 9 inch-long two-inch around cock capable of multiple orgasms and ejaculations..." and so on for a couple more minutes. Nothing.

I urged her to take the list and touch me- maybe SHE was the source of the power. Nothing. We tried various combinations and got nowhere. I was rather depressed by it- both hearing my shortcomings over and over, and apparently having used my only wish.

"OK, it seems as if you cannot change yourself. Now, for the next step. Let's wish for money." We went through a series of experiments to try this, monitoring things with my on-line account and other sources. No results, no new ideas in this direction.

Susan took a list and crossed off a couple things. "Maybe the power only works on other people. If it is OK with you, I would like to try an experiment. I have a girlfriend I want to use as a guinea pig." I asked why not just make another wish for herself, but she argued that if the wishes were limited, she would rather use them this way. I decided to go along and she called her friend Betty.

It took some work, but Betty came over a couple hours later. She was incredibly shy and pensive about all this (gee, imagine that!), and she was... welll... to be very charitable, she was ugly. Not deformed- but almost. She was short, fat, terrible stringy black hair, pug nose, tiny eyes, nasty looking oily skin... she was nearly Susan's perfect opposite! I greeted her and we three sat to talk for a bit. Betty did not really quite believe us, but she kept staring at Susan's new breasts to bolster her courage.

After a bit, she agreed to be part of the experiment. The next step was designing her new body. She admitted to a secret desire to look like Elizabeth Ann Hilden, from Penthouse a few years back. I did a quick Internet search and found pictures of a gorgeous woman, tall, slender, well-built- but with two very different looks. Riotous golden hair, and straight platinum hair. Betty preferred the platinum look. On a whim, I had Susan take Betty's picture with my digital camera and I ran a morphing program between the two best matching images.

As I twiddled with the morpher, I was amazed to find a look about 3/4 of the way to Elizabeth that was gorgeous, unique, and still had touches of what there was that was attractive in Betty. As I looked at her, I imagined a whole life, a new identity for this person. I copied the image over to a paint program and touched it up a bit (OK, I added a couple bits for my own libido. Sue me.) I pulled up the word processor and began to type a short biography for "Brittany Elizabeth Newman", 'Brit Beth' to her friends. The words flowed quickly, and before anyone could do anything, I touched Betty on the head and said "I wish for Betty to take on the looks, persona, and life of the person I created for her". I don't know why I used those words, but it felt right.

For a long second, nothing happened, except Susan and Betty were both staring at me as if I had gone mad. Then, Betty's hair began to grow out and she began to grow a bit. With every heartbeat, she was changing- subtly, but steadily. If you closed your eyes for a moment, you could see the changes better when you looked again- her skin would e more clear and becoming radiant. She would be a bit taller and straighter. Her hair would be longer, thicker. Her figure would be a bit more slender, except for her chest.

The changes were coming faster now. Her hands were long and slender, matching her dainty feet. Her nose was becoming delicate-barely upturned at the tip. Her clothes fit terribly and Susan started to remove them- Betty herself was in a daze looking at herself and in the nearby mirror. You could almost hear her skin moving, muscles changing, and hair growing. Without the clothes, the changes seemed to speed up again. She had grown 6″, from 5′1 to 5′7 and lost dozens of pounds to reveal a trim, athletic body with a gently rippled belly flaring out to wide hips supporting a bubble butt and incredible pillars of sculpted legs. Her breasts were firming and filling to about a DD cup with pert nipples. Her face was becoming exquisite- a perfect oval with high cheekbones, a sensual mouth, and incredible blue-violet eyes. Her hair had become a waterfall of raven black silk. As I looked at her, I was reminded of some of the pictures of a character called Vampirella when I was a kid.

She stood there, proudly naked, breathing hard and sweating as if from a tough work out. Well, I guess that degree of change would burn a lot of energy. I noticed something else odd- her discarded pile of clothes had changed as well. Her old, worn and comfortable clothes in nondescript colors was now more colorful and made up of finer fabrics. Her sneakers had changed to heels. Her over-sized white cotton panties were now a lacy red near-thong, and her plain bra was a matching creation of red lace designed to support and display her new build. Her purse changed from a cheap cloth bag to a small shiny leather handbag. I opened it to find a driver's license in the name of Brittany E. Newman with her picture. I noticed with a smile that today was her birthday! What a present!

"So, Betty, how do you feel?" She started, like waking up.

"Huh?" Her new voice was light and musical! "Betty? Oh- yeah! That was... is? WAS me! It is strange, but it is like I have had two lives! I remember my boring job at the bank, being teased and abused at school, the looks on the bus, and other depressing things about my life. I also remember having a lot of fun at school, being on the cheer leading squad, being Miss Jackson County at a beauty contest at a fair one year, doing some modeling to pay for school- even getting an offer from an adult magazine. I remember going to college and getting a great job where my co-workers respect me. Wow! This is really, really cool!

"And look at my clothes!" Betty/Brit-Beth squealed! "I remember buying this blouse, but I have never seen it before. My purse, it's totally unfamiliar to me, but I know exactly what is in it at the same time. This is... just so... incredible!" She sat down gracefully, but heavily- as if exhausted.

Whew. I was suddenly drained. I had been having some déjà vu, and now I was pooped as well. This bigger 'spell' or whatever it was drained me deeply somehow. I felt like I had been doing my taxes while running a marathon, but something niggled at the back of my mind. She... she was having memories that I only THOUGHT of, but did not write. Her clothing changed into what I was THINKING of, but had not pictured. Suddenly, something popped into place- my mental imagery was what the wishes were based on!

Of course! Susan looked JUST like what I thought she would look like- AND she was acting 'properly appreciative' as I thought she would when I made the wish! And... Oh, my God... When I made both wishes, I was thinking about them loving me and serving me! Not really slave-like, but because they would want to.

I did not write a single thing down or say a word about Betty or Brittany loving me, so if she did, it was either her own free will, or because of what I was thinking. I had to ask!

"Betty..." I began. When she did not turn I switched to "Brit-Beth?"

She turned and smiled a million watt smile at me. "Yes?" Her voice was like sex set to music. My God!

"Tell me, what do you think about all of this and about me?"

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "I forgot to thank you, lover!" Instantly, she was on my lap, kissing me. A lap full of eager, naked, gorgeous woman is a new problem for me, but I tried to deal with it. I kissed her back hard and was about to play with various accessible body parts when I broke the kiss.

"Lover?" I asked. "Wha...?" I was almost stammering now.

"Silly! I have been in love with you for months... or at least, Brit-Beth has. We just met an hour ago, didn't we?" Betty was a little confused, but Brit-Beth was pretty insistent and started kissing me again and ground her pert bottom deliciously into my lap.

Susan looked on with a bemused expression. She and I were fully dressed, but I could see her nipples sticking up, and I swear I could smell her sweet scent rising in the room. Brit suddenly seemed to notice Susan in the room. "Oops!" She giggled. "Susan, I'm being rude by not sharing. Please join us!"