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A Big Wish
🕑 Added 2019-08-22 13:39:09 +0000 UTCA Big Wish is the winner! Here's the first bit I wrote up. Good stuff comes later, but I'm going on a bit of a vacation, so it might not be for a week-and-a-half or so. Good things come to those who wait, and all that :P
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“Yeah, yeah,” the genie said while waving a slightly ethereal hand. “This isn’t exactly the first time I’ve done this wish, bud.”
“No, you don’t get it,” the stocky, some might even call downright portly man replied. “I don’t just want it for me. I want it for everyone. The whole world.”
“Oh… that’s much more difficult. You sure you don’t want it for yourself? I mean, if I do this for every many on Earth, you’re not going to be special.”
Garett grinned. “I’ll be above average, I suspect. Which is special enough for me.”
“Alright.” The genie sighed, then perked up and cracked his knuckles silently. “This is gonna take a while. You okay with waiting?”
“Yup.”
“Okay,” the genie raised his arms and turned, then turned back to Garett. “You sure you just don’t want a bajillion bucks and a mansion? It’d be a lot easier for me to hack into bank accounts and IRS records--”
“Nope. Dicks please. Big ones.”
Another sigh. “Alright, as you wish, master.”
As the sarcastic genie began waving his arms in a way that Garett assumed would fulfill his wish, he smiled. He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d been to find that old lamp while cleaning out his grandfather’s attic. Couldn’t believe that the one thing he’d always been self conscious enough was moments away from being wished into memory.
You see, Garett had a problem. A little problem. Down there. He wasn’t tiny by any means, but he was small enough to be very humble, and fat enough for it to be a problem. Worse, the way Garett wore his flab meant a good inch or two of his dick was buried in his groin even when he was lying down. All efforts at penetration had either been met with abject failure or humiliation when his partner inevitably asked if it was “all the way in.”
And Garett might have spent his wish on himself but for another quirk of his personality. Garett was a chunky boy, to be sure, but he didn’t mind that about himself. In fact, he actually kinda liked it. He even liked it in other men, however, he’d noticed that his unfortunate predicament was hardly unique. Most of Garett’s heavier partners had been equally small in the dick department, and that sort of sucked all around.
So, with one wish, Garett sought to fix his problem and what he saw to be everyone’s problem. Well, everyone that he cared about, anyway.
Unfortunately for Garett, the genie he’d found was a stickler for details. He stopped his arcane meanderings and turned once again to face Garett. “So uh, I forgot to ask. Just how big did you want to be?”
He hadn’t thought of that. “Uh, I guess, like, big, but still usable, y’know? Like, uh, porn star big, maybe a little bigger. Enough to really stretch someone out, but not enough to hurt them”
“Look bud, that’s all very relative,” the genie said with a look of utter exasperation. “You got anything with numbers? Length, circumference, that sort of thing? I can take metric or imperial.”
“Right. Uh, make that eight-and-a-half inches long, and like seven--no, seven-and-a-half-inches around.”
“Y’like them half inches, huh? Okay, you said that the fatter you get, the bigger it gets. So how should that go?”
Garett thought for a moment. “How about an inch for every 25 pounds over 200? Like, on top of what they already have.”
“Got it! And with roughly equivalent enhancement of testicles--like I said, not the first dick-wish I’ve granted. Although definitely weirder.” The genie turned and began waving his hands again.
Garett waited. And waited. And waited. After 20 minutes he sat down on his living room couch. Then an hour later he drifted off still staring at the genie as he performed his arcane work.
Just before nodding off to sleep he thought he felt something stir in his pants, but thought it might’ve just been his imagination.
