Wishful Dorm

Edit by F. Mannelig: Hey everyone, this wish fulfillment story was originally created by anonquack, who only ever finished the first chapter. A few other authors thankfully added some more chapters in 2015, and added the first twist to the main storyline: the protagonist, (John Doe, a.k.a. "you") gets his wishes fulfilled, but not always as intended. More often than not: definitely not as intended, and he can't roll the wishes back. This inspired me to adopt (usurp?) the story in late 2023 and I'm currently laying out my plans for an extensive storyline. "My" story is going to be focused on weird body mutations. This includes trans-adjacent themes, and hopefully eventually 100 short chapters? Let's see, it's a long way to go.

The story being moderated doesn't mean that everyone else can't contribute. To the contrary, there are a few other promising storylines that are rather different from my own current drafts. Your own "Wishful Dorm" can get filled to your hearts' content with enforced m/f nudists, futanaris, giant(esse)s or mind-controlled french maids! So, I'd like to invite and encourage others to spin this yarn into totally different directions - just as you like! I will try to check the story daily and approve other additions. I just ask that you please provide a few meaningful sentences per chapter, and that you try to keep the story more or less in the namesake Wishful Dorm on the Wishful Campus of the Wishful College. But anyway...

You are a freshman college student lying on your bed in your tiny new dorm room, not sure what to do. Just last week, you moved into Weshfull College's coed dorm. The college, named after some old-time general who retired in this rural area, is a bit larger than your average community college, offering four years of education for a price that they advertise is a steal. It's telling that the campus is a bit rundown, but there are state scholarships for people who pledge to contribute in keeping everything orderly. All in all, you're still surprised how not everything is total shit here... well maybe your roommate, but that can't be helped.

Being from out of state and a bit shy, you haven't really gotten to know anyone other than your roommate, Jack, and most of what you know of your Jack is that he's a jock with a taste for beer and loose women. Hanging with him all day long was "fun" during orientation week, but less so at night-time.

Jack has drunkenly stumbled into the room with a new woman for every night you were here. Each time, he hurried you into the hallway. You learned the third night that he'd literally throw you out if you didn't leave voluntarily. His one-night stands don't last long, but you hate how he does it each night. It's late and you want to go to sleep, but you know Jack is going to barge in any moment.

Your head tilted towards his bed, you silently wish you could meet women as easily as Jack does.

Suddenly, you hear a woman's voice. "Wish it so, John, and it shall be."

You sit upright, looking around. "Hello?" There is no reply and no one there, but you know you heard someone, and then the sultry voice returns.

"You can change anything you want... just make it your wish. Try and have fun, but start small."

You sit there for a moment, waiting to hear more. After a minute or two, you begin to suspect that the voice has left. You ask into the quiet room, demand more information, but the voice has gone silent. You shrug and say "I wish for a sandwich." You push yourself back and almost hit your head on the wall behind your bed as a sandwich appears on the foot of your bed, about two seconds after you made the wish.

You poke it... it's real. It's not your favorite type of sandwich, but you also hadn't wished for that. Cheese, tomato and salad. You gingerly take a bite, and your eyes go wide. It's a really good sandwich, fresh and with a buttery, strong cheese. Your second bite rips off half the sanwich, and you chew with appetite.

Just then the door opens, and Jack stumbles in with a busty, giggling blond woman who is wearing sneakers, miniscule shorts, and a tank top.

"Get out, dork," Jack commands while the woman gropes his chest.