Wish Fulfillment 01

These tales are not in any particular universe, nor meant to be read all that deeply. I occasionally get really random ideas in my head, and need to get them out of the way so that I can do my actual writing. Some eventually clump together enough to make story chapters or full oneshots. Others... well, those are going to end up like this.

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The Tattoo

It was getting late, my parlor was empty of other artists and clients. The only sound was the buzz of my own tattoo pen laying down a pattern in blue. Even the music was off. The recipient was a woman in her mid-20s, someone who might have been pretty if her life had taken a different turn. Her skin was pale, but not precisely in an attractive way. The look of someone who needed more sun and less drudgery. Her dirty blonde hair was lank and a bit greasy from lack of care, her back stooped, her eyes a muddy kind of brown, her frame simultaneously malnourished but flabby. Which was why she was here, naked, getting a tattoo over her womb, a moderately stereotypical heart design. I paused, nearly complete, and she looked down her body at me.

"Why'd ya stop?"

"It's almost done. Last chance for you to back out." I was also making sure the right inks for the last step were loaded. This tattoo had some real kick to it, and it had to be done perfectly for its magic to work.

"This thing's supposed to make me look the best I possibly can. It's supposed to rewrite me into a better me. It'll help me get ahead in life for once. Why would I back out?" She seemed annoyed at the delay.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep the irritation out of my own voice. "Because there's no telling how it's going to work once it's complete. You may not know the same people, you may not have anything like the same life you lived. I will be the spell's anchor in reality as it affects you, to make sure the intent is steady, but you will be changing on the most fundamental levels possible. All that will be left of the present you will be a vague memory of who you once were. The only guarantee is that you'll still be alive when it's done. Even I won't know what happened to you until I get a sense after it's finished." I honestly liked doing this one, the results were almost always amazing to watch, but still. Risks.

"Yeah, yeah, and that's why it's so expensive. I had to save for months!"

No, the reason it was so expensive was because I was the only person who could do it with more than a 50-50 shot of success, plus materials. "Alright then. I just need you to tell me you want me to finish the spell. It only works with consent."

"Just do it. I want you to do it."

"Alright then. Go ahead and lay back down. The last part will take about two minutes to complete." She complied, and I got back to work. True to word, it was brief. With one last whir of the pen, I put the last patch of color on my client. Suddenly, it began to glow as the spell took effect. "Looks like it's working, the spell is taking hold. Now for the fun part."

"I see the glow, but I don't feel any different. What gives?"

"Patience. It takes about a minute for it to rewrite each year of your life and starts from conception, so right now it's just getting to the part where you were big enough to see on an ultrasound." It also wasn't obvious to HER, but she was already changing. Flashes of events came to me. This time around, her mother had managed to resist alcohol and tobacco while she was pregnant, and the process of her birth had gone much more smoothly. The arm muscles which she had struggled to develop and given up training in life suddenly firmed up, her breathing became easier, some of the flab melting away.

A moment later she spoke again. "Huh, this is feeling weird. Now I can feel stuff change, but I don't know why it's changing."

I checked the progress in my head. "Most people's earliest memories are from when they were three or four years old. The spell is only just about to reach the point where you turned three, so I'm not surprised." She might not remember, but I certainly did. As a toddler in reality, the first time she tried to run resulted in her slipping and slamming into a table corner, resulting in both a concussion and an aversion to running. That didn't happen this time around, and she found out that she simply loved the feel of it. Now, her first memories were of the pure joy of running, sprinting faster than anyone she knew. Including most adults. As I watched, the rest of the flab melted fast and her thighs bulked up, her butt firming and calves expanding. She had become a runner. A sprinter. The muddy look behind her eyes cleared as well as her lifelong brain fog left for the first time she could remember, the concussion having been undone.

"Oh, that is much better. You can stop it now, I think I like where I'm at."

"I'm afraid not. Once it is begun, it will go all the way through regardless of what anyone wants." I kept watching her body as it adapted to its new history.

"Is that why you asked me for consent so many times? Why you made sure it was what I wanted? Oh, wow, okay. That's already working better." She seemed surprised at her own speech, which was coming out much more clearly and delivering much sharper insights than an hour ago.

"Exactly. Now, it should be working through your elementary school years." And work it did. She was a quick learner in school, breezing through her classes and going to her true passion of running. The joy turned into a competitive streak, and by the time she got to middle school she was the fastest sprinter in her age bracket... or the next two... for the entire state. She discovered what fitness meant, but heeded the words of those who cautioned her not to overtrain so young. Her flab was basically gone now, reduced to a column of finely tuned muscle. Her abdominals firmed up until you could bounce a quarter off of them, her butt did the same. Even her droopy chest contracted in, down to barely more than an A cup over her smooth pectoral muscles. All in all, a nice effect. Even her hair was less oily, better cared for. Most dramatically, her pallid skin took on a bronzed tan from her hours in the sun.

"Wow, I didn't realize my body was that far out of whack. I can remember running, some strength things, and even light gymnastics to work on my coordination. I... I was an athlete? Yeah, I was. Whoah, that felt good..."

"No joke. Looks like as soon as you realized you could be rewarded for running faster than everyone else, you entered every short and middle distance event there was. If it was two kilometers or less, you made sure everyone else was fighting for second place."

"I remember turning fourteen, winning a big event, watching the Olympics, and thinking I could do that. And... okay, I think I did do that."

"Incredible what your body was capable of." I wasn't even kidding, no matter how well someone's history went it wasn't just anyone who could perform at that level. As her hormones hit in High School, she casually dominated every race she entered, and surprised exactly nobody when she qualified for the Olympics. The boys noticed her, how could they not? She noticed the boys, too, but decided it wasn't worth her time to get distracted. She graduated, went to the Olympics, and crushed three events to bring home golds. Would have been five, but the middle distance runs weren't scheduled right to let her do them along with the short sprints. In reality, her body got stronger. Her abs gained definition, her breasts grew to modest but noticeable B cups, and her facial features developed into absolutely lethal shape. If she hadn't been out running, she could have been a model easily.

"Gold! I'm a gold medalist! Multiple! I never even dreamed of it, but it's my life now!"

"There's something big coming," I told her. "The spell process is taking its time about this period, it means that what happens here is a really big deal."

She went back to the Olympic Village, flush with victory, and caught the eye of a powerlifter. For the first time in her life she didn't have to worry about distraction, and his powerful build turned her on, so before they left for home he had sex with the gorgeous sprinter six or seven times. He didn't even realize he'd taken her virginity, nor that he changed the course of her life forever. At no point during this did either even think about condoms. Predictably, sperm met egg. The result implanted for about a week before giving up in an unnoticed miscarriage, but her body wasn't convinced. Deep within, some very different hormones started producing at full tilt, and her body went through some changes she hadn't expected.

"Wait, this is the best version of me? The one that got careless?" Her eyebrows were furrowed with deep thought.

"I don't control the spell once it gets going." Her frame was the first thing to change, hips widening noticeably. Her hair gained luster, her washboard abs and fine muscles the tiniest bit of softness. Not enough to conceal any of it, mind, just enough to assert a certain degree of femininity. One that was reinforced by her chest. It had started at a B cup, but these hormones decided that was grossly insufficient. Her boobs began to grow. Rapidly, even in her memory of going through it on a normal time scale. She'd entered exactly one more major race, barely qualifying and finishing in third.

"These would keep me from competing at that level again. If this means it's the best version of me, either further competition would have hurt me or... wait. Or it isn't my definition of perfection. You cast the spell, it's using your thoughts to set priorities, isn't it?"

"Guilty as charged. I am the anchor of it, after all, but I can feel this one is coming out in a way that you're going to be perfectly happy with." Now in possession of a supermodel's face, an athlete's body, a set of hips and butt that could cause car crashes, and boobs large enough to require custom bra orders, she found a couple more things added to the list. An absolutely fiery libido sparked by the discovery of top-end sexual sensitivity and incredible control of her body. She entered her slut phase as she decided to go to college, losing her athletic scholarship but more than making up for it via modeling contracts and academic scholarships. She had exactly zero problems finding new partners weekly as she tore through her classes, experiencing everything and everyone the large campus had to offer.

"Oh, okay. Business degree, suma cum laude, from a good university along with a body count well into the triple digits, also cum loudly. Modeling, consulting, and winning at life. You know, I think I like how this one's going. I'm, what, 21 now in the process?"

"Looks like 23, you did a double bachelors in three and a half then crushed a masters. And half your classmates. Couple years of development left."

"Oh, I wonder how much better it can get."

"Only one way to find out." I thought I knew where this one was going. The spell didn't do it often, but when it hit a home run it liked to thank me. Bit of a quirk. The woman had it all, and could have anyone she wanted. Frequently did, too, her modeling job brought her in contact with a lot of the beautiful people. The rich and famous, the elite, and she never failed to leave an impression. Thing is, all of them eventually wanted something she wasn't willing to give. Then one day, she meets a guy in a small venue after an interview. Kind of average, but once they got talking they hit it off. Big time. One thing leads to another, she takes him to bed, and his dick turns out to be the lock to her key. Before, sex was great. With him? Sex was

transcendent.

Every thrust, every brush of a hand, every embrace, felt designed perfectly for her. She came more times that night than the previous three months, and the pillow talk led to a deep connection. He'd joyfully wait for her, every time. She'd joyfully return. When he brought her home, she found more women, but definitely didn't mind. None of them exactly minded her, either.

Heck of an accomplishment for a tattoo artist, huh?

And with a nearly-audible click, the spell finished. She was panting in arousal just being near me, knowing what we shared. "Oh, yeah. I like this. Way better than my life before, and still getting better. I do have to ask, how many times have you cast this spell?"

"Counting you? Sixteen," I honestly replied.

"And is the result always the same?"

"Not hardly. I can't even decide to make it do this, I think the magic just felt like it." I was having a hard time keeping my brain above my belt line. Seriously, she was unbelievably hot. "You're the fourth time it has happened."

"I think I can live with that." She considered things for a moment. "Take off your pants, I'm horny and need to take the edge off."

What can I say? You don't just ignore that kind of request from that kind of woman, especially naked. It turned out that what she was horny for was to swallow my above-average dick to the hilt, hitting every sensitive spot on it simultaneously. A combination of constant motion, low humming, and truly incredible long capacity paired with the utter lack of anything resembling a gag reflex meant that it took her under a minute to get what she came for. Er, what I was cumming for. When I shot off down her throat, her own body clenched up like she was orgasming right with me. In a flash of insight, I knew that she was. Along with her own libido, she had picked up a fetish for feeling her partner's orgasm. As long as she did a good job, she'd know she had a good one coming herself at the end.

Slowly, sensually, she let go of my dick and stood up. She walked over to her pile of clothes and began to put them back on. When she'd taken them off, they had been frumpy and ill-fitting. Now, they had become a sports bra and short athletic skirt, both trying and failing to conceal the heavenly curves underneath. "So the others. They're like me?"

"A lot like you... as you should know. You've slept with them about a hundred times each in your new reality. One more way to test. Your favorite person?"

"Is you," she answered with no hesitation.

"And your favorite sexual position?"

"Anything that means you are in or on me."

"Shall we go home, then?"

She nodded, even more aroused. "Definitely. I can't wait to tell your other girlfriends about this one."