Spam

Still holding onto the marker, I leaned over and picked up my phone to check the new message. The notification screen showed it was from an number I didn't recognize, so at first I just thought it was another spam text trying to get me to go to some random website, probably for porn.

Opening the app, I clicked on the message.

xxx-xxxx: A new hand has touched the beacon!

What? Did they really just quote Skyrim?

Me: Is your dramatic voiceover broken?

xxx-xxxx: No, we normally save that for the dragonborn. But you, you my dear Ricky-poo have now stumbled upon something much much better. You are now the proud new owner of the mythical, sensational, world renowned... Magic Marker™! Congratulations!

Me: Huh? What the hell are you talking about? Who is this?

xxx-xxxx: Nuh uh uh... Rick, my boy, the real question is "Who are you?" Or rather, "Who will you be?"

Me: Is this Chuck? Did you get a new phone or something and just felt like fucking with me?

xxx-xxxx: Oooh, sorry to disappoint. This isn't Chuck. Chuck is currently beating himself off while watching tentacle hentai and imagining your mom.

That did actually sound like something Chuck would be doing.

Me: Well then, who the fuck are you and how did you know about the Sharpie I found?

xxx-xxxx: Sharpie? SHARPIE?!? Listen here you little shit. That ain't no fucking overly priced, hillbilly made, piece of shit Sharpie you are holding. Show some goddamn respect. Fucking Sharpie.

Me: Whoa, easy killer. What did you call it? A Magic Marker? Didn't that company go bankrupt like fifty years ago?

xxx-xxxx: That's Magic Marker™. You best be putting that ™ if you know what's good for you. Now, it's my job to explain to you what it is you have and how to use it. Are you ready? You life is about to change.

Me: Wtf? How is a marker supposed to change my life?

xxx-xxxx: I am glad you asked Ricky-poo! You see, that's a Magic Marker™. Emphasis on magic. It has been around a lot longer than you or me and always pops up from time to time to give some poor shmuck like you a chance at greatness. All you have to do is write your desire on either your own body or the body of someone else and you can change that person (or yourself) however you like!

Me: Ok, now I know you're fucking with me. Whatever scam you're running, you're doing a shit job. You actually expect me to believe that?

xxx-xxxx: Oh boy, my favorite part! Skepticism! I tell you what. We are gonna prove it. Let's start with the first thing that most guys with porn-addled brains like yours can't help but to do. Get a bigger dick. If you aren't a pussy, go ahead and write "horse-cock" on your left forearm.

You can't be fucking serious. There is no way this is gonna do anything and I would bet my whole fucking house that this is just one of my friends trying to pull a prank so I will go around with "horse-cock" written on my arm. How fucking gullible do they think I am?

On the other hand... Momma didn't raise no bitch.

I set down my phone and uncapped the marker, the familiar scent of chemical ink filling up the room. The marker actually looked to be a decent one. It had a fine felt tip you usually have to pay extra for.

Holding my left arm out, I wrote the prescribed words. Let's see this fucking magic.

Almost instantly, I felt a tingle in my crotch. Then an uncomfortable pressure as it felt like my pants started to shrink. As the pressure grew, I hurried and dropped my pants until I was standing there in just my underwear and I nearly shit myself in surprise.

Right before my eyes, my dick was growing. And growing. And growing. As I was freaking out, my dick finally stopped. It was now almost two feet long and hanging out from the leg of my boxers. The head was also deformed and well, it looked like a horse's dick.

Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit.

Me: WTF!?!?! What did you do to me? Change it back right the fuck now!

xxx-xxxx: Oh ho ho! We have a believer! Relax, relax. All you have to do to reverse the effect is wash it off of course! Then, voila! Back to your usual diminutive self.

I practically tore through the house to the bathroom. Which wasn't an easy feat mind you. The whole time my now gargantuan dong was swaying back and forth like a fucking elephants trunk and I knee'd it more than once on the way, causing myself to wince and cry out.

How the fuck do pornstars walk, anyway?

Making it to the sink, I quickly ran the water over my arm and to my relief the ink was actually pretty easy to get off. As soon as it was gone, my dick started to shrink back to it's normal size. Which, I was disappointed with for an entirely different reason.

Giving a sigh of both relief and frustration, I pulled back out my phone to text back my mysterious new acquaintance.

Me: Ok, you have my attention. What the fuck is this?

xxx-xxxx: I thought I already explained. It's your new destiny! But first, there are some ground rules. I know, I know. Why do I gotta kill the buzz. Amirite? So first and most importantly, you should know that the Magic Marker™ has a mind of it's own. And also that it can kind of be an ass. As you have seen, you need to be specific about what it is you want. You can't just write something like "Big anime tiddies" on some girl, unless of course you want them to literally have cartoons as tits. Trust me, that would be weirder than you think and oh the back pain for the poor girl. I don't know how Tsunade does it.

xxx-xxxx: Second, the Magic Marker™ has a charge. No, that doesn't mean we need your credit card number. What it means is that, like your phone it needs to be recharged. As you write stuff you will noticed that the tip will start to look more and more faded with each use. Eventually, it will stop writing altogether and that would be bad, especially if you didn't finish and get blue-balled. No one likes to go at it dry.

xxx-xxxx: To recharge the Magic Marker™, it needs an energy source. But, before you go trying to stick it into an electrical socket, the best sources are actually strong emotions. Fear, Sadness, Anger or the best one, Lust would all work to recharge the marker. The last one would especially make it all wet again, stud ;).

xxx-xxxx: The last thing is permanence. Obviously, since you will want to change yourself, you can't just go around looking like your sister's high-school yearbook all the time. Plus, you need a shower, man. So, if you like a change that you have made and want it to be permanent, simply circle the writing. This will cause the ink to absorb into the skin and whatever was written last will be the lasting effect. If you get tired of it at a later time, simply write a counter and circle the new effect.

xxx-xxxx: That's it! Enjoy your new toy, but remember... With great power comes great deniability. Or whatever Uncle Sam said. Have fun!