Twelve more arms and a baker's dozen of erogenous zones

Again on the verge of cumming, you rise into the air as if in anticipation of a new wish. You're so horny that you don't care a single lick about spoiling this pitch-perfect bod of yours - you want to experience sex on a level unheard of. Deciding to see and raise, you wish for twelve, count'em twelve new arms, and no less than thirteen unique new sex organs to use them on.

This transformation is much more volatile, and nearly orgasm-inducing itself. The amount of nerve rewirings in your body and brain collapse onto your consciousness like a foot of snowfall in two seconds. You're literally and figuratively floored as, upon opening your eyes, you are bombarded with sights of dripping, pulsating, quivering and hardening flesh, contorted into the most contrieved of shapes.

You first of all now have a forked penis. Beside it is a foreign member that looks like a combination of a penis and a vagina. In another set of choices, you came to know this organ as the Sophienis. Underneath that there's something that looks like a dog's penis, and next to that is a clear, jutting, gelatinous protrusion much like a dildo.

There's a third boob on your body, the nipple of which is a penis. There are two strips of bright red flesh down your either side which are incredibly sensitive. What feels like a plastic light switch protrudes from your back - toggling it back and forth causes you stimulation.

You have a horn on your forehead which, unsurprisingly, is sensitive. Your bellybutton is replaced with a tight and sensitive erogenous hole that seems to extend down the length of your finger. Your original two arms both have a row of nipple-like bumps. You have a second clitoris, one that you can vibrate at will to send shivering delight down your whole lower torso.

And finally, you have a tail with an extremely sensitive spade-shaped flap at the end.

This buffet of tactile degeneracy would leave you clawing uselessly at the abundance of choice if it weren't for the twelve new arms, six on both sides. At a total of sixteen arms, you can now fiddle all of your newfound organs at once, as well as your two nipples.

Sophie: "Iiieeieie! Nh!, NHGHAAAAA!! Hua- HRNG-g-G-G-GAAAHH!!"

Just finding an ergonomic manner of pairing up all arms and pleasure zones is demanding. Miraculously, coordinating your sixteen arms isn't any more difficult than controlling two. However, the darned things get in each other's way, making the whole process look like an illustration in the Kama Sutra for monster girl orgies.

But once you manage, the results are worth every aching, straining limb and joint: more pleasure than any human could ever conceivably experience at once.

You crank out your first orgasm within two seconds of full-on action, causing an avalanche of rapid-fire orgams that repeat at uneven intervals. Feels like each one of your newfound erogenous zones can orgasm independently, and multiple times in succession.

Sophie: "G--G--HA-... HAAAA!! AAAH!, og-... OH GAWD, OHHHHHH FF-f-F-FUCK, F-f-f-FUCK YES! AAAARGH!"

Cum, milk and various other sexual fluids wildly spurt out from your exotic dong agglomeration as you relish your release. Your last wish must've had some hidden boons, like lactation, amped up sensitivity, bigger cumshots and seemingly no limit on how much you can put out.

You settle down after about ten continuous minutes of this. You've been left a panting mess under two inches of transluscent love grool. All of your new 'toys' are still white-hot, heaving and achingly begging for even the shortest of breaks.

Sophie: "...Gawd... Fuck... D-... does,... what more can I even wish for than this? Betcha I got a load of them stored up after that kinda one-woman sporting event."