Wish for Ultimate Power!

What could go wrong? I mean, beyond the obvious Alladin, Wishmaster, Treehouse of Horror type thing? You know it's the wrong answer, but they're ALL wrong answers. The best you can hope for is that Allie is somehow telling the truth and one of the three obviously wrong answers is somehow the 'right' one in her twisted head. You figure you might as go with your tried and true tactic on multiple choice test and pick the first answer when it's all a guess. You say, "Well...I guess I'll pick ultimate power...please."

Allie smiles wickedly and you know you picked poorly. You really know you picked wrong when she laughs musically yet maniacally, "Heee Heeeeee HeeEEeeeEEEeeeeEEEE! I'm so glad you picked that one!" You really, reeeally know you fucked up when her finger glows molten red and slides effortlessly into your forehead, past your skull, and into the back of your lizard brain. You can feel her magik infecting you immediately, even as she's pulling her devious digit out and closing the wound behind her.

You feel so strange...so surreal...so slutty. It's almost like..."Almost like I activated your Id and gave it reality warping powers? Almost like for the rest of your life you will be living out the most twisted, regressive, just plain wrong but feels so right toxic throbby thoughts cum to life? It's a shame they don't work on me, we could have had a lot of fun together. Oh well. Tee tee eff enn and all that." Before you can beg her to take it back, Allie disappears in a pillar of flame leaving you alone with your thoughts...

You try not to think of anything pervy, but that's like trying not to think of a pink elephant when someone tells you not to think of a pink elephant. Then before you can try to think of something normal instead, a plump pink elephant girl with massive mommy milkers, a big, beautiful belly, thick thunder thighs and lightning in her eyes appears before you and without a word starts sliding her trunk up your skirt and parting your plump cheeks before plunging into your hungry hole. You want to tell her to stop, that you don't want her to nose fuck your ass while she sucks your 'sissy' shaft, but since you willed her into existence to do what she's doing so eagerly right now, you don't think she'd buy it.

"That's SHLPP it SLURP sissy LICK cum MMPHH like SUCK a MMF faggot!" You really hate that the slur sends you spurting into her mouth until it spills out of plump pretty lips and sets off a shameful 'sissygasm', seizing up around her thick veiny trunk. You hate that you imagined her trunk veiny and that you can't help but kiss her deep when she crushes her cummy lips against yours and parts them when her sweet sticky tongue to share your spurts with her. You hate that you are getting off on the most toxic, internally homophicalicous, pornified fantasies you've ever had.

You hate that you miss her the moment she melts away to nothing after you finally stop quivering and cumming...

You swear you could hear a haughty, hungry, hysterical laugh off in the distance, but you tell yourself it's just your imagination. You tell yourself that now that you've got this out of your system, you can go see Counselor McBride and she can help you remove this accursed wish. You tell yourself everything is going to be okay.

You don't believe it, but it keeps you moving for the moment...

You head out in the halls, staring at the floor and hoping to avoid seeing anyone on the way to the Counselor's office. If you just keep your head down, you won't see any sexy monster girls and imagine them doing horrible things to you. If you keep your head down, you might just make it out of this. If you keep your head down, you will SLAM into a cocky centaur girl who ends up falling on top of you, yelling, "Hey! Watch where you're going, fresh meat! Or, I'll..." the pretty but petite blonde suddenly seizes. Her breasts ballooning and her lips swelling as her waist sucks in, her coat grows pink with heart shaped, scarlet spots and clit grows to twelve inches long and thicker than your forearm.

You realize too late that you're warping reality to fit your filthiest, fever dream fantasies, as the suddenly hung like a horse-girl whinnies, "I'll show you how us centaur fillies ride clumsy suckusluts!" You wish you could curl up and die from embarrassment. This is a corny fantasy even for you, and every one is watching as you turn over and arch your ass in syrupy sweet submission. A hall full of hellishly hot harlots leer and lick their lips as your panties are RIIIIIPED off and your 'sissy clit' springs free. They laugh and point and kiss and sneer and suck and shift and go bimbo blank and swell to porntastic proportions...some with pretty pricks, some with fat pussies and some with something in between, forming a lustful line as they fuck in a growing wave of wet, wanton flesh just waiting to wash over you...

By the time the centauress has clit fucked another soul shattering 'gay'gasm out of you, it's too late to think straight and head to the Banshee's office, as you are immediately swallowed by the sea of soft, silky skin...luscious licking, laughing lips...bountiful breasts buffeting and bullying you, hungry holes milking a million of your 'boi bulges', and a horde of hard, hung appendages fuck countless 'gurl cunts' as you shift and swell and split into cutie clones to fulfill every fiends filthiest fantasies.

Of course, you're the one forcing them to '****' you to be their 'bottom bimboi bitch', and even as you wonder whether 'bimboi' is too stupid a slur for even you to get off too, your ghostly guidance counselor slips shoulder deep so she can finger your hungry heart and see it's just as stupid and slutty and subby and superlatively shameful as the rest of you. It's going to be a long eternity in a punishingly pleasurable purgatory of your own darkest desires...

At this rate, your 'infucktion' will claim the quad by nightfall, the university by daybreak, and all of Hell by the weekend. You take some solace in telling yourself it will be an improvement over eternal damnation for suffering souls or endless war for an army of darkness, but honestly, you're just looking forward to your...