Main Story Arc: Lacks a Witty Title

Taylor stared at the floor for a long moment, her jaw tight. She was still angry about what had been done to her. After thinking it over, she finally spoke.

“I wish that whoever made a wish to change me feels extremely submissive towards me.”

Sarina gave a small, knowing smile, then snapped her fingers without a word and disappeared.

Taylor sat there in silence for a few seconds before it hit her.

“…Shit,” she muttered. “That probably didn’t work the way I wanted it to.”

She had worded it too vaguely. She had no way of knowing if it actually landed on the right person or if it even did what she intended. But before she could dwell on it, the pink mist was already gone.

Back in Steven’s apartment, Sarina reappeared with a wicked, amused grin on her face.

Steven was lying on his bed when it hit him.

A sudden, heavy wave of submission rolled through his body. It wasn’t just horniness — it was a deep, aching need to be used. To obey. To please. And underneath it all, his long-hidden fantasy about Taylor Swift came rushing to the surface, stronger than ever.

He sat up quickly, breathing harder.

“Sarina,” he said, voice slightly shaky. “I wish Taylor Swift was a real life futanari with a 14 inch penis… and she’s always been this way. Her relationships failed because the moment they found out she had a dick they left her. In fact, each relationship she had, she waited longer and longer, hoping they would form an emotional bond first so they’d ignore her massive cock. But it always failed. That’s why right now she’s with Travis Kelce and she told him she won’t have sex until marriage. She’s trying to keep it a huge secret.”

Sarina’s grin widened. She snapped her fingers once and vanished.

Taylor was sitting on the edge of her bed when the pink mist returned.

She looked up, surprised.

“Already?” she said. “So soon?”

Sarina stepped out of the mist, looking as elegant and composed as before.

Taylor’s eyes widened slightly when she realized what this meant.

“…Oh my god. I get another wish?”

She sounded almost excited for a second — until she noticed the state she was in.

Without even realizing it, Taylor had one hand wrapped around a thick, heavy cock that definitely hadn’t been there before. It was long — easily 14 inches — and rock hard in her grip. She had been slowly stroking it without thinking, precum leaking from the tip and making her fingers slick. The sensation felt both brand new and strangely familiar at the same time, like something she had secretly dealt with her whole life.

She quickly pulled her hand away when she noticed Sarina watching, though her cock remained painfully hard and resting against her stomach.

Taylor’s face flushed, but she tried to play it cool.

“Uh… right,” she said, clearing her throat. “Another wish.”

She shifted on the bed, trying (and failing) to ignore how heavy and sensitive her new cock felt. The horniness was strong — stronger than usual — and it was clouding her thoughts more than she wanted to admit.

Sarina simply waited, that small knowing smile still on her face.

Taylor took a slow breath, trying to focus.

“Okay,” she said. “I… wasn’t expecting this so soon. I need to think.”

Her eyes kept drifting down to her lap despite herself. She crossed her legs in an attempt to hide her erection, but it only made the pressure worse. A quiet, frustrated sound escaped her before she could stop it.

She looked back up at Sarina, clearly trying to stay composed even as her cock throbbed.

“So,” Taylor said, voice a little tighter than before. “What are my options this time?”

She paused, then added with a small, almost embarrassed laugh:

“And… please make it quick. I’m having a little trouble focusing right now.”

Sarina’s smile grew slightly wider, clearly amused by Taylor’s current state.

“Take your time,” she said smoothly. “Though I should warn you — making decisions while in this kind of headspace can lead to… interesting results.”

Taylor bit her lip, her hand twitching like she wanted to touch herself again. She **** it to stay on the bed.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “I’m noticing.”

She took another breath, trying to push through the haze of arousal.

“I still want to do something about the person who did this to me,” she said. “But I need to be smarter about it this time.”

She looked at Sarina, eyes slightly glassy with lust but still determined.

“What kind of wishes could I make that would actually affect them… without it backfiring on me again?”

Sarina tilted her head, waiting for Taylor to continue while the tall pop star struggled to keep her thoughts straight with a massive, throbbing cock resting between her legs.

Steven’s apartment was quiet for a while after Sarina left. Taylor, however, was anything but quiet.

She sat on the edge of her bed, legs spread, slowly stroking her thick 14-inch cock with one hand while the other gripped the sheets. The sensation felt both brand new and strangely familiar, like she had spent years secretly dealing with this exact problem. Memories that hadn’t existed five minutes ago played in her head — jerking off in the bathroom after seeing a boy she liked, gooning for hours to porn on her phone, trying to hide how desperately horny she always was. It was like she had always been this way.

And she loved it.

Her breathing grew heavier as she pumped her cock faster, precum dripping down her shaft. In her haze, she muttered the first thing that came to mind.

“I wish whoever is making wishes on me will have the most amazing vagina I could ever hope to penetrate and use for my pleasure…”

Sarina appeared just long enough to smirk and snap her fingers before vanishing again.

Back in his apartment, Steven suddenly gasped.

A strange, warm sensation bloomed between his legs. He looked down in confusion and saw a perfectly formed pussy right beneath his cock. It looked completely natural on him, like it had always been there. At the same time, memories surfaced — some days he would stroke his cock, other days he would finger his pussy until he came. Both felt equally familiar.

He didn’t question it. It just felt right.

Steven laid back on his bed and slid two fingers into his new pussy while slowly stroking his cock with his other hand. He alternated between the two, moaning softly as he worked himself. The dual stimulation felt incredible. Eventually he pushed himself over the edge, cumming hard from both his cock and his pussy at the same time. Thick ropes shot from his dick while his pussy clenched and squirted around his fingers.

He laid there panting, covered in cum, feeling strangely satisfied.

A few minutes later, Sarina reappeared in a swirl of pink smoke. She looked down at him with an amused grin.

“Having fun, master?”

Steven glanced up at her, still catching his breath, and shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Yeah,” he said casually. “Feels great.”

He got up, took a shower to wash off the mess, then made himself a bowl of Cheerios with sliced bananas. He sat on the couch and turned on the news while eating.

On the screen, there was footage of Taylor Swift from the night before walking into a restaurant. Between her legs was a very obvious, thick bulge in her dress. The commentators and online comments all brushed it off as a corset seam or fabric bunching. Steven knew better. He smirked, pulled out his phone, and started scrolling through reactions. Most people were buying the corset excuse.

He felt his cock twitch as he imagined her using that massive dick on him — specifically pounding into his new, tight pussy. He got half-hard just thinking about it, but **** himself to finish his cereal instead of jerking off again.

A little while later, he tried playing some video games to kill time, but nothing felt satisfying. Every FPS was full of cheaters, and every MMORPG felt like a boring grind. Frustrated, he finally spoke out loud.

“I wish that cheating in online games was illegal. Fines and possible jail time depending on how bad the offense. Most people get absurd fines, and a few get jail time, but cheat makers always get jail time since they’re the worst offenders.”

Sarina appeared, snapped her fingers with a bored expression, and vanished. The wish was too generic — no one specific was targeted — so no one else received a wish. She was clearly annoyed.

Steven didn’t notice her mood. He kept going.

“I wish that someone will make an MMORPG that will fully satisfy me and it will come out soon.”

Sarina snapped her fingers again, looking even more irritated. Another generic wish. No chaos. No extra wishes for anyone else.

She disappeared without a word.

Steven leaned back on the couch, mind drifting again. He couldn’t stop thinking about Taylor Swift. The image of her with that massive cock, the way she looked on the news… he wanted her. Badly.

Eventually, he gave in.

“I wish Taylor Swift would happen to come across my Facebook or X account and instantly feel a need to fuck me. Like, one strong enough that she would actually contact me.”

Sarina snapped her fingers and vanished.

Across the country, Taylor was lying in bed scrolling through X when a profile caught her eye.

The profile picture was just a close-up of someone’s eyes — warm, intelligent, slightly nerdy. The posts were a mix of video game discussions, tech takes, and surprisingly well-reasoned opinions on random topics. Nothing flashy. Just… solid. Thoughtful. The kind of person who actually used their brain.

Something in Taylor’s chest tightened.

Then dropped lower.

A sudden, intense wave of lust hit her so hard she actually let out a quiet moan. Her cock, which had finally calmed down a bit, throbbed back to full hardness in seconds. She couldn’t stop staring at the profile. She wanted him. Badly. The urge to fuck this stranger was overwhelming and completely irrational, but she didn’t care.

Without thinking twice, she hit follow and opened a direct message.

Taylor Swift: hey there stranger, ever meet a tall musician before?

She stared at the message after sending it, biting her lip. It was cheesy as hell, but she couldn’t help herself. Her cock was already leaking against her stomach again.

A few minutes later, a reply came through.

Steven: Haha, can’t say that I have. You’re not exactly easy to miss though.

Taylor grinned, already typing back.

Taylor Swift: True. Hard to hide at 6’9”.

Taylor Swift: You seem pretty interesting though. Most people on here are either boring or assholes. You actually sound like you have a brain.

Steven: I try. You’re Taylor Swift, right? The real one?

Taylor Swift: The one and only.

Taylor Swift: Don’t freak out too much though. I’m just a person who happens to be stupidly tall and apparently really into talking to strangers on the internet tonight.

She paused, then sent another message before she could second-guess herself.

Taylor Swift: You seem like the type who wouldn’t run away screaming if things got a little… intense. Am I wrong?

Steven stared at his screen, heart beating faster. He had no idea why Taylor Swift was suddenly messaging him like this, but he wasn’t about to question it.

Steven: Depends on what you mean by intense.

Steven: But I’m not really the running away type.

Taylor bit her lip harder, her cock twitching as she read his reply. She shifted on the bed, already imagining what he looked like, what he sounded like, what it would feel like to pin him down and use him.

She typed again, her messages getting bolder.

Taylor Swift: Good. Because I’ve been having a very long, very frustrating day… and I could really use a distraction.

Taylor Swift: One that involves me fucking someone until they can’t think straight.

She hit send and waited, her hand already drifting down to slowly stroke her cock again while she watched the typing indicator appear.

For the first time in a while, Taylor Swift wasn’t thinking about her secret, her height, or the strange feeling that something in her life had been altered.

Right now, all she could think about was the stranger on the other end of the screen… and how badly she wanted to ruin him.