Your Ideal Body

“I wish I had my ideal body.” Thoughts of being physically fit, only having to wear glasses because you wanted to not needed to, of having a great metabolism, of being limber enough to touch your toes, and of course having a nice cock, all flowed through your mind as you made your wish.

Inara glared at you. “7 SINFUL wishes, Steven; I’m granting this one, but it doesn’t count towards your seven you understand. I’m only granting this one because I can make this one… interesting…” Her voice turned sinister as her lips curled on the last word of her statement.

You could feel it, her magic like a damp fog caressing your skin. Years of overindulging in fast food, salt and grease, and too many sweets, all melting away within seconds. Your jawline, once fighting against jowls or a double-chin, shifts into something clean and with a definitive edge. You can practically feel yourself breathing easier as weight vanishes and muscles firm. You aren’t a jock or himbo, that wasn’t how you thought of your ideal body and so you weren’t defined by your biceps or how much you could lift. And of course, your ideal body felt a decade younger; part of your mental vision had been a body that practically ignored the effects of aging due to nigh-perfect health and stunning immune system.

Ultimately though there was something else that you had to know. Not even caring if Inara was right behind you, you had to look at the goods. There was the mental thought that this, having a good-sized cock, would be the game-changer: the thing that gave you the confidence to finally find love. What you saw almost appalled you. This was not some 6 or 7 inch cock ribbed for shared pleasure; this cock was a beast: a cock so big that even flaccid it is past your knees & as thick as a Coke can with balls that are each the size of baseballs!

“Inara! What the F?!” you exclaimed, turning back to her, your cock still exposed.

“Your ideal body included and I quote “a nice cock” and I gave you one.” Inara smirked with charm. “Since your mental image was vague, something large but able to please women, I gave it something… extra. Don’t worry, your beast there will magically shift some stuff around down there for a woman so can take you fully for a round or two before she gets exhausted, but you’ll be able to Fuck with a capital F, you know,” Inara added with a wink.

You shifted a bit as she spoke. Even if she was teasing you, even if she was clearly trouble, there was no denying Inara was sexy and her voice was sultry. Despite everything, you felt your cock growing hard, throbbing in time to your heart beat.

Ignoring wisdom in favor of growing need, you wrapped your hand around your cock and began to jerk it. Your thoughts jumped to what you wanted to do, not necessarily to Inara, but to the mental image of a romantic partner, though thoughts of various porn actresses kept intruding on those pure ideas. Your arm may well tire before this beast of a cock could reach orgasm.

"Need a little visual stimuli?" Inara materialized before you, making space between your computer desk and your chair, forcing your chair to wheel back a foot to accommodate. Clad in the sheer, see-through belly dancer outfit, she was just as sexy as ever. Inara lifted one of her humongous tits and brought her nipple to her mouth to suck on it. She floated upwards and spread her legs, showing off her pussy to you at the same time.

The pace of your stroking increased. You hated to admit it, but Inara was such a sexy creature. Your animal brain was already imagining what she would feel like under his body, his cock ploughing the depths of her vagina. Juices leaked from your cock as he became fully aroused. You hated being under Inara's spell and made to humiliate yourself this way.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." You groaned; you weren’t one to cuss normally, but you felt in this situation you could be forgiven. Soon, ropes of cum exploded out and landed all over the place. Inara screamed in delight as some splashed onto her chocolate skin.

"Amazing! That was a good show! Why don't you do it again?"

Despite the deeply satisfying orgasm, you stared at your cock in disbelief. It had not gone limp in the slightest!

"Whoops! Did I mention masturbation won't satisfy you anymore?"

"You witch!" You grabbed at her, only for your fingers to pass through her like she was made of smoke.

"Enjoy your gift! And do reconsider on making your wishes more sinful.” With that she dissolved, fading into sparkles and glitter, leaving me alone in my bedroom, my cock still hard.