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Subject: {ASSM} Wisher by ZeSh (ScFi, M/F?, M/F, humour)
Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 18:10:03 -0400
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Wisher by ZeSh (ScFi, M/F?, M/F, humour)

  It was 1964, and Dale was seventeen, an age when girls were
incredibly desirable but impossibly distant, particularly if you
went to a single-sex grammar school. You lacked the social skills
needed to get to know a member of the opposite sex. Then, during
the summer holidays, he'd been wandering aimlessly around the town
with his friend Chris when they'd bumped into a couple of girls.
It turned out that Chris had lived next door to Jill, the prettier
of the two, when they were seven or eight and they recognized each
other. She introduced them both to her friend Pam.

  Before long the two boys had got over their shyness and were
chatting comfortably. 'Do you want to come for a stroll?'
suggested Chris, daringly. Amazingly the two girls agreed, so they
wandered around town, stopping for espressos at the local coffee
bar and spending some time listening to records in the music
store, laughing and chatting. They arranged to go to the cinema
that evening to see 'Some Like It Hot', which was having a
revival.

  They all thoroughly enjoyed the film, but even more the petting
that the darkness allowed. Both girls liked being kissed and were
prepared to allow the two boys to slip their hands under their
sweaters and feel their breasts. Pam let Dale undo her bra and
sighed softly as he gently fondled her nipples. Dale even managed
to slide his hand up under her skirt and stroke the inside of her
thighs, but she pushed it firmly away when he tried to slip it
inside her panties.

  While Jill was more attractive, Pam was by far the smarter, with
a keen sense of humour. She was also a fantastic kisser and Dale
spent almost the entire film with an erection. At the end of the
film when they stood up, she deliberately brushed against him and
he felt her hand slide across his crotch to feel the outline of
his stiff cock. She grinned wickedly.

  They left the cinema and went back to the coffee bar, chatting
about the film. They agreed to meet again outside the cinema the
following afternoon at two o'clock.

  It was drizzling the next day and Dale and Chris were standing
under the cinema's portico looking miserable when the two girls
appeared.

  'I wish this rain would stop,' said Jill 'I feel like a walk up
on the Downs'. Luckily almost as she said it, the sky started
clearing. Five minutes later, in bright sunshine, they started
walking northwards.

  Just north of the town the flat coastal plain tilted upwards,
folding into the lower slopes of the South Downs. After another
half-mile or so, the hills became thickly wooded. Within the
trees, mainly elms and oaks, were small clearings here and there.
While in winter it could be a dark and forbidding place, in summer
it was full of light and a favourite spot for courting couples.

  Dale was walking ahead hand in hand with Pam when he spotted
something bright and shiny in the undergrowth. Bending down he
reached into the tangle of thorny brambles and pulled out a small,
rectangular object apparently made of stainless steel.

  'What's that?' said Pam as Dale turned it over in his hands
looking at it.

  'Dunno,' he replied, 'but it feels quite heavy. It's a sort of
box, there must be something inside.'

  He looked at it closely, rubbing it to remove the traces of mud
that stuck to it. 'There's no lid, or any obvious way to open it,'
he said, 'Ah, wait a minute, it's got some writing on it! Let me
see what it says.'

  By then Chris and Jill had caught up with them. Dale peered
intently at some sort of plastic window set into the box. 'It says
"Wisher 3. Voluntas Corp. Keep out of the hands of children!
Charge Date May 2056. 45% remaining", or at least I think that's
what it says,' Dale said.

  'Don't be daft! Give it here, let me take a look,' laughed
Chris.

  Dale handed it over. Chris rubbed it again and squinted at it.
'It does too! What on earth do you think a wisher is?'

  'A practical joke, of course', laughed Pam. 'What else could it
be?'

  'I wish I knew,' replied Chris. There was a buzzing sound and he
dropped the object. 'What on earth? It vibrated!'

  He looked puzzled. 'But now I do know what it is! It's what it
says, a wisher! You wish for things and they come true!'
The other three burst out laughing. 'Well, I wish that I was a
blonde,' said Pam. They all looked at her. 'See, nothing
happened!'

  'No, you have to be holding it,' said Chris, reaching down to
pick it up again.

  'OK Chris, if it really does work, what would you wish for?'
Jill asked.

  'Well, after seeing her kissing Tony Curtis in that film last
night, I wish I was in bed with Marilyn Monroe!' he grinned. There
was another buzz. A large bed appeared, dropping to the ground
with a thud. Chris found himself lying on it with his arms
cradling a skeleton. He sat up screaming, trying to push the thing
away.

  'Get me out of here,' he yelled, jumping from the bed. All four
of them stared in horror at the bed and its gruesome occupant.
Chris still had the wisher in his hands. 'I wish I'd never asked
for that!' he cried.

  With another loud buzz the bed vanished. 'Here, take it, I'm
off!' Chris cried, handing the wisher to Dale. He started running
away. 'Wait for me!' Jill shouted, running after him down the
path. They soon disappeared into the trees.

  Pam looked at Dale, her face white with shock. 'My god,' she
muttered, 'it does work! Marilyn Monroe killed herself last year.
That must have been her skeleton we saw!'

  'But it can't work! It's impossible! Wishes don't come true like
that!' replied Dale.

  'Well you saw what I saw. Give me that thing, I want to try it,'
Pam said. She took the wisher from Dale, a look of concentration
on her face. Suddenly the wisher buzzed.

  Dale gasped. Pam's body had changed. She'd grown slightly taller
and had blonde hair, but what really made his eyes pop out were
her vital statistics. She'd been slim and boyish before, but now
her hips were curvy, her waist narrow and her breasts astounding,
almost bursting out of the tight sweater she was wearing. She
looked even more voluptuous than Marilyn Monroe did. She burst out
laughing.

  'Wow,' gasped Dale, 'you look sensational!'

   There was another buzz. Dale felt his clothes tighten around
his body. His shoulders were broader and his trousers were too
short. 'And so do you!' giggled Pam, as her eyes strayed down
towards his crotch. There was a very large bulge in his jeans. He
patted it gingerly. Something stiff and huge was lurking in there.

  'My god,' cried Dale, 'what did you do to me? This thing is
really dangerous! Let me have a go!' He grabbed the wisher from
Pam, finding it hard to take his eyes from her wondrous tits. He
could clearly see the outline of her nipples.

  Within seconds the wisher buzzed again. Pam stood there in her
bra and panties. Because her breasts were so much larger than they
had been, her bra straps were cutting into her. With a ping they
snapped and the fastening at the rear gave way. Her bra fell to
the ground and her breasts, bouncing slightly, jutted out proudly.

  'Hey,' she cried, 'now it's my turn!'

  'Not yet, you had two wishes!' Dale retorted. There was another
buzz and Pam found herself reclining on a large sofa. She was now
completely naked with her legs spread apart. Her vulva was
flushed, she was breathing heavily and was clearly very excited.
Dale grinned at her.

  'What did you do to me?' Pam cried, 'I feel a desperate desire
to, um, to do all these, well, all these naughty things to you!
You've got a really dirty mind, Dale! Give that thing back to me!'

  She grabbed the wisher. With a buzz, Dale found himself sitting
naked beside Pam, with an enormous erection. His cock, red and
engorged, was over eight inches long. He was filled with an
irresistible urge to obey Pam and do whatever she wanted. She
sighed contentedly and reached out to stroke his prick. It grew
larger. 'Now you know what it's like to have someone mess with
your brain!' she laughed.

  Dale groaned and grabbed the wisher, but Pam wouldn't let it go.
'This thing is getting hotter and hotter,' he cried, 'I think it's
gradually being used up. Look, now it says "25% remaining". We
should think about this!'

  'Too late for that, I'm getting hotter too! You shouldn't have
given me all these insatiable urges! Let's make sure we have some
fun before it runs out. Come on, make love to me,' grinned Pam.
She snuggled up to Dale and started kissing him. He gently fondled
her breasts. As he stroked her nipples, he felt them harden. She
moaned softly, her fingers rubbing his cock.

  They were both still holding on the wisher. There was another
buzz and Pam was sitting astride Dale, his cock sliding into her
warm and juicy cunt. She moaned and started wiggling her hips
rapidly as Dale's hips bucked under her.

  What followed was accompanied by a continuous buzzing sound and
by almost continuous, tumultuous orgasms. They coupled frantically
in every conceivable position and, as their bodies flowed into new
shapes, in several that were impossible for normal human beings.

  Suddenly there was a beeping sound from the wisher and a red
light on it started flashing. Dale found himself with two enormous
cocks, one where his nose used to be. His hands were on Pam's
breasts, which were almost as large as her head, tweaking nipples
that were over an inch long. They were lying in a 69 position but
Dale wasn't sure exactly what Pam was using to suck on his
original cock. It definitely felt as though it had more than one
tongue. His dick-shaped nose was deep in Pam's cunt. His tongue
felt strange too, as though it was forked, as it gently tickled
and squeezed her swollen clitoris. Pam was whimpering with
pleasure in the aftermath of an orgasm and he could feel her cunt
rhythmically squeezing his nose, her thighs clamped tightly round
his head.

  'It's almost run out of wishes,' Dale cried, pulling his nose
out of her cunt. A final spurt of cum shot from the end. He
reached for the wisher that Pam was still holding. 'We can't end
up looking like this, we've got to put things back the way they
were! I wish I'd never found the thing!'

  There was a final loud buzz and he found himself back outside
the cinema with Chris, Jill and Pam, sheltering from the drizzle.
There was no sign of the wisher. He looked up at the cinema clock.
It said two o'clock.

  He turned away from the others and quickly felt his nose. 'Thank
goodness, things are back to normal! But what a wasted
opportunity!' he muttered to himself, thinking of the way their
lust had escalated so completely out of control.

  'I wish this rain would stop, ' said Jill, 'I feel like a walk
up on the Downs'.

  'She who wishes last wishes longest,' grinned Pam.

  'What on earth does that mean?' asked Jill.

  Dale turned to look at Pam. His eyes widened as he caught sight
of her blonde hair and those voluptuous breasts, the nipples
pushing at the thin fabric of her sweater. He saw her glance down
at his crotch and then wink at him. He felt his cock stirring.
Sliding his right hand into his pocket to cover his erection, he
could feel his trousers were too tight. He gasped as he
encountered the astonishingly long cock that was threatening to
poke out of the top of his jeans.

  'Dale knows, don't you, big boy?' Pam smirked.

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