Main Story Arc: Custom

Taylor was still lying in bed, cock in hand, when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye.

She turned her head and froze.

Sarina stood there quietly, watching her with that same calm, elegant expression.

Taylor’s eyes widened.

“AGAIN?!?!” she blurted out, sitting up so fast she almost dropped her phone. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

She stared at Sarina in genuine disbelief, her cock still half-hard and resting against her stomach.

“This is the third time,” Taylor said, running a hand through her hair. “Three wishes in, what, an hour? That’s not normal, right? What the hell is going on?”

Sarina stepped forward slightly, her voice smooth and patient as always.

“Someone made another wish involving you,” she explained. “Which means you receive another wish of your own. The magic doesn’t have a cooldown.”

Taylor let out a short, incredulous laugh and flopped back against her pillows, cock twitching from the movement.

“Jesus Christ…” she muttered. She glanced at her phone, where Steven’s last message was still sitting on the screen. Her mind was still hazy with lust from their conversation, and now this.

She looked back at Sarina, narrowing her eyes.

“So what was it this time?” she asked. “Another change to my body? Or did they do something else?”

Sarina simply smiled, refusing to answer directly.

“You know I can’t tell you the details unless you use your wish to ask.”

Taylor groaned and covered her face with one hand for a moment, clearly overwhelmed. Her cock gave another throb against her stomach, and she had to resist the urge to start stroking again while Sarina was standing right there.

After a few seconds, she dropped her hand and looked at the djinn again.

“…Okay,” Taylor said, trying to collect herself. “So I get another wish. Again.”

She sat up properly this time, legs hanging off the side of the bed. Even though she was still very turned on from messaging Steven, her mind was starting to sharpen.

She glanced at her phone one more time, then back at Sarina.

“I’m guessing I should be careful with how I word this one,” she said dryly. “Last time I was a little… distracted.”

Sarina’s smile grew slightly wider, clearly amused.

“Would you like some time to think?” she asked.

Taylor exhaled through her nose and nodded.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “I think I need a minute.”

She looked down at her own body — her long legs, her massive cock, the ridiculous proportions she now carried — and shook her head slowly.

“Three wishes in one night,” she said under her breath. “Whoever’s doing this to me is either really obsessed… or really fucking stupid.”

She looked back up at Sarina, her expression a mix of frustration and **** curiosity.

Taylor sat on the edge of her bed, slowly stroking her thick cock while she thought out loud. Her voice was low and a little husky from arousal.

“Alright… let’s see,” she muttered. “Whoever this person is… I’ve already made them extremely submissive toward me. I gave them a perfect pussy that’s apparently made just for my pleasure…” She gave her cock a slow pump, biting her lip for a second before continuing. “What else should I change?”

She was clearly enjoying the power she had over this faceless stranger. The more she thought about it, the more ideas started forming in her horny, vengeful mind.

Sarina watched her with an amused little smile. She could tell Taylor was getting worked up again, and she decided to lean into it. After all, things were finally getting interesting.

“Well,” Sarina said smoothly, stepping a little closer, “since you seem to be in a rather… creative mood, I could offer a few suggestions.”

Taylor glanced up at her, still lazily stroking herself.

“Go on then,” she said. “I’m listening.”

Sarina’s smile turned slightly wicked as she began listing ideas, her tone calm but suggestive.

“You could make them completely addicted to your cock,” she offered. “Not just submissive, but genuinely **** for it. Craving the taste, the stretch, the feeling of being used by you. They’d think about it constantly.”

Taylor’s hand slowed on her cock as she considered it, clearly interested.

Sarina continued.

“You could also change their body further. Make their pussy not just perfect for you, but constantly wet and needy whenever they think about you. Or make their cock smaller… or maybe lock it in chastity unless you allow them to use it.”

Taylor let out a quiet breath, clearly liking that direction.

“Or,” Sarina went on, “you could make them extremely sensitive. So sensitive that just being near you, or even texting you, makes them weak and ****. Every little thing you do to them feels overwhelming.”

She tilted her head slightly, watching Taylor’s reaction.

“Another option… you could make them want to serve you in other ways too. Not just sexually. Maybe they feel an overwhelming need to spoil you, take care of you, or even humiliate themselves for your amusement.”

Taylor’s cock twitched in her hand at that one.

Sarina’s smile grew a little wider as she offered one more idea.

“Or… you could tie it to their relationships. Make it so that no matter who they’re with, they’ll always feel like something is missing. Like they can never be truly satisfied unless they’re being used by you.”

Taylor was quiet for a moment, still slowly stroking herself as she processed the suggestions. Her breathing had gotten a little heavier.

She finally looked up at Sarina again, eyes dark with lust and something more dangerous.

“…Those are some pretty fucked up ideas,” she said, though there was no real judgment in her tone. If anything, she sounded intrigued.

Sarina simply shrugged elegantly.

“You did say you wanted to change them,” she replied. “I’m simply offering ways to make it more… thorough.”

Taylor bit her lip, clearly torn between several of the options. She glanced down at her own cock, then back up at Sarina.

Taylor was still slowly stroking her cock as she mulled over Sarina’s suggestions. One particular phrase Sarina had used earlier suddenly clicked in her head.

She paused.

“…Wait a second,” Taylor muttered, eyes narrowing slightly. “You said ‘cock’ earlier. When you were giving me ideas.”

She looked up at Sarina, the realization hitting her.

“It’s a guy?” she said, almost to herself. Then she let out a short, sharp laugh. “Holy shit. I gave him a pussy.”

Taylor started laughing harder, genuinely amused by the situation. The mental image of some random guy suddenly having both a cock and a perfect pussy made specifically for her amusement was apparently hilarious to her.

Sarina simply raised an eyebrow, watching Taylor with mild confusion.

Taylor eventually calmed down, though a wide, wicked grin remained on her face. She looked up at the djinn with a dark, playful glint in her eyes.

“Alright,” she said, voice low and confident. “I’ve made up my mind.”

She took a breath, still lazily stroking her thick cock as she spoke.

“I wish that the person who’s been making wishes on me has the perfect cock to go with the perfect pussy I already gave him. I want his cock to be exactly how I want it — thick, long, and shaped perfectly for my pleasure. It should feel incredible when I use it, and it should always stay hard and ready for me whenever I want it.”

Sarina’s lips curved into a small, amused smile.

She snapped her fingers.

The wish settled instantly.

Back in his apartment, Steven suddenly felt a strange, intense warmth spread through his cock. He was in the middle of playing a game when it happened. His dick twitched hard, then began to grow and thicken rapidly in his pants. It didn’t hurt — if anything, it felt strangely good, like it was being reshaped to be better.

Within seconds, his cock had transformed. It was now much longer and significantly thicker, with a perfect upward curve and a flared head that seemed designed to hit all the right spots. It felt heavy between his legs, and even soft it looked impressive. When he got hard, it would be downright obscene.

Steven blinked in confusion, shifting in his seat as he felt the new weight and sensitivity.

“…What the fuck?” he muttered, reaching down to adjust himself. Even through his pants, he could tell something had changed. His cock felt better. More sensitive. More right, somehow.

He had no idea that Taylor Swift had just customized his dick to suit her own desires.