Wish by Wish

By Abra Cadabra

Published on Mar 14, 2020

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Concept: What if a loser gets his wish... but he doesn't even realize. World transformation, sexuality change, some bdsm.

************* WISH BY WISH *************

Henry had spent his teen years being a sexually frustrated, short, chubby kid with untamable black hair. Every hot guy was beyond his reach.

And as it turned out, being an adult was no better.

At least Henry had started his Monday right – by getting a smile out of the cute, starbucks barista Gavin, who normally looked dead inside. The light brown, curly haired guy had a great smile indeed.

Then during the accounting department meeting, the lean, jockish intern Sawyer had polished his glasses with his shirt, lifting it up so high Henry got to see his abs all the way up to the pecs.

Oh how much Henry wanted to run his tongue up that body. As a total nobody, Henry didn't have much to contribute to the meeting, so he spent the time fantasizing. But even if Sawyer was magically gay, the hottie would never let a middle aged loser touch his amazing muscles.

Again, nothing but frustration.

At lunch Henry had managed to stand in line behind a thick guy with an impossibly great ass, hugged by the tightest jeans imaginable. He sometimes brought internal mail into accounting. Benny? Bert? Maybe Henry should just take all his courage and ask, but it wasn't as if he had a chance.

Now, at the end of the day, Henry walked up to his car – a beat up, black Ford - to find a leaflet under the windscreen wiper. It was pink and read only "Make A Wish. Restart."

Henry rolled his eyes and pulled the paper off his car.

He only wished he hadn't woken up as an undesirable looser who had no shot at any of his crushes.

A ray of light tore Henry apart. A ringing voice broke through time itself and...

W I S H

G R A N T E D

...Henry started his Monday right – with a quick workout for his model-esque body. After putting on one of his many form-emphasizing suits, he took one look at the mirror and decided his hair fell just fine – effortlessly handsome.

Since Henry was a bit on the tall side, some people were naturally intimidated. Not Gavin, the barista, however. The baby-faced teen always grew a wide smile when Henry towered above him.

"Morning Gav," Henry said.

"H-hi, good morning, Mr Newman, sir," Gavin said and shyly grinned onto the counter. "The usual?"

"Sure. How's studying going?"

Gavin bit his lower lip. "I gotta pick a major real soon. Still can't make up my mind."

"Good luck. Here, rest is for you," Henry said and left a 20 dollar tip.

Gavin was too flustered to even thank him. Cute but kind of rude, too. Henry was frustrated at how he always had to put in the work to get a boy's attention. If only he didn't have to be so careful about flirting as to not scare the boy away.

The department meeting went well. Henry was a competent head of accounting after all.

"Here's last week's numbers, sir," said his assistant-in-training, the intern Sawyer, who matched Henry's physique pretty much pound for pound.

"Thanks, Sawyer," Henry said and winked.

The jockish intern blushed and mumbled inaudibly as he left. This was never going to go anywhere, huh? How frustrating.

At lunch, Henry got to stand behind a guy with an amazing ass.

"Hey, you're uh... Benny?"

The guy turned around. He had full, slightly parted lips. "Bentley. Or just Ben."

"I keep seeing you around when you deliver mail but I have no idea where the mail department is."

Bentley smirked. "Basement. No one ever goes there."

"Ah."

The postman turned forward again.

Well, that was illuminating but not exactly the beginning of a great flirt. Henry wished he wouldn't have to do all the work.

At the end of the day, Henry walked up to his BMW to find a pink leaflet. A wish?

Henry thought about the day so far and how he'd have wanted it to be different and...

W I S H

G R A N T E D

...Henry started his Monday right. After the morning exercise, he visited Gavin.

The pretty boy wore a rainbow sticker on his uniform and had light eyeshadow.

He made bedroom eyes at Henry. "Hello sir, hope you had a wonderful morning."

"I did Gav."

"Anything I can do to make it even better, sir?"

"Just the usual."

Henry put the money down and Gavin brushed his fingers against the older man's forearm as he grabbed the payment.

Oh how Henry would have loved to fuck the boy right then and there, but that wasn't exactly realistic.

The meeting went well and Henry dismissed everyone.

"Here's last week's numbers, sir," Sawyer said.

"Thanks."

"You look tense, boss."

"Just been thinking about some stuff this morning."

"Maybe I can help with that."

Sawyer stepped behind the head of department and massaged his broad shoulders.

It felt great. Henry would have loved to turn around and hammer the boy's ass right there on the conference table. But even with the blinds down, it wouldn't exactly have been secret. Too much trouble. Not worth it.

At lunch, the postman Bentley tempted Henry with his thick ass.

Bentley turned his head around and gave Henry a once-over. Then he kept sneaking glances. Henry would have loved to fuck him but where exactly? Maybe he could eventually arrange something – someday.

When he found a pink note on his wind screen, Henry immediately thought how nice it would be if getting sex wasn't such a hassle and...

W I S H

G R A N T E D

...Henry started his Monday right – with some exercise, a coffee and a smack on Gavin's ass.

The cute boy's uniform had pants ending just below the crotch and a shirt ending just below the nipples. He wore a rainbow choker and a bright smile.

"Good morning, Mister Newman, sir."

Henry flexed his biceps and pecs, which were barely covered by his tank top. "The usual, boy."

"Yes sir."

Henry sat down in a booth and waited until Gavin brought his coffee. Then the boy dropped to his knees under the table and freed Henry's hardening dick.

Chill music played over the sound of a dozen guys getting sucked off by male and female waitresses. Henry's heavy breaths joined in.

He finished his coffee just as he finished into Gavin's mouth.

"Well done, boy."

"Thank you, sir. See you tomorrow."

Gavin was a great blow but it felt a little empty. The boy sucked off strangers and regulars all day. Nothing about the two of them was special.

The meeting went well and Henry dismissed his underlings.

"Last week's numbers, sir," the intern said and handed over the folder, kneeling with his head bowed.

Sawyer wore a black shirt that said "I would bottom you so hard" – and black sweatpants. As Henry's personal assistant he got to enjoy a more casual dress code.

"I love that shirt," Henry said.

"It's my favorite. I wasn't sure if it's right to wear to work."

"Why not? It's true. Now come here."

Henry unpacked his dick and Sawyer produced a lube package from his pants. He was contractually obligated to carry those. Then the boy lost his pants, revealing his jockstrap with the company logo.

Within a minute Sawyer sat on Henry's dick and they frenched messily, while business carried on outside the glass cube. Must have been frustrating for his underlings not to be allowed to fuck outside of breaks.

It was good to be boss. However, it didn't take long for Sawyer to scurry away to bring other folders to other people. Even a `personal' assistant was just someone with an impersonal assignment.

At lunch Henry sat down at the department heads' table and drummed his fingers on the surface.

Bentley showed up in his uniform – a sticker on his left pec that read "company errand boy". His otherwise naked torso was a broad triangle pointing down to his extremely tight shorts where the jockstrap poked up from the hem.

"What can I get you, sir Newman?"

"Menu 2 and a salad. Then anal."

"Right away, sir."

Bentley rushed off with the other errand boys and girls. They came back with trays, served and vanished under the tables.

Henry carried on conversations with his fellow department bosses while Bentley made sure his dick was hard and his blood was pumping.

The colleagues who had cummed into their errand runner's mouths left, while Henry and five others retreated to a small lounge to bend their errand runners over the sofa and drill their backsides.

Pretty good but Bentley was just a guy with a job. There was nothing personal between them.

When Henry wandered to his red Lamborghini after work he found a pink piece of paper. A wish? Life was pretty good. Of course, he'd always like it if he was the absolute top dog and all his crushes served his whims and fetishes. Sex was great but he wanted something for himself, not semi-anonymous quickies and...

W I S H

G R A N T E D

...Henry started his Monday right – with a round of exercise and a hard shower fuck.

His houseboy Gavin took dick like a champ but his breakfast cooking skills were a close contender for best quality.

The pretty teen in a silver collar and a white thong that contrasted beautifully with his skin was a master at cooking and cleaning. In turn, Henry was a master at being, well, a Master.

"Make my coffee to go, boy."

"Yes sir Newman."

Henry bent down slightly to kiss his houseboy goodbye for the day. "And wash the bedsheets, boy. Last night's foursome has left lube absolutely everywhere."

"I'll have it clean by your return, sir. I love you."

They made out for a minute. Saying goodbye was never easy but Henry would be back for more in the evening.

Sawyer followed orders perfectly. He had grown well beyond Henry's mass, sticking to the workout and nutrition program Henry as had demanded.

The muscle jock intern showed off his physique in a tank top long enough to cover the jocktrap, giving the tantalizing impression of lower body nudity. The company logo dangled off both his nipple rings as tiny pendants.

As the meeting ended, Sawyer dropped to his knees and elbows, ass in the air – to signify he had something to say.

"Yes, boy?"

"Master Newman, sir, this servant would like to give you last week's numbers, sir."

Henry waved him to go on.

Sawyer rushed to the cabinet and retrieved a folder. He delivered it on his knees with both arms held out like a table.

"Sir, as ordered, sir."

Henry checked the data and put the folder back onto the boy's waiting arms.

"Sir, may this servant return the file, sir?"

"Mh."

Sawyer rushed away and came back empty handed. Henry pointed at his crotch.

"Sir, may this servant suck your dick, sir?"

"Deep throat."

"Sir, yes, sir."

A bit later Henry arrived at the department head's lounge with Sawyer, just like all his colleagues brought their servants.

Company slaves rolled food carts in and the bosses had their servants assemble their menus. The slaves' faces were covered by black hoods, leaving only eye slits and a mouth opening that was zipped shut by default. Beside that their uniform consisted of jockstraps for the men and thongs for the women.

The company logo was tattooed on their backs and below that it said "slave" plus the letter of their original first name.

Henry particularly liked slave B, but he had never seen his face so, really, he only liked slave B's ass.

"Sawyer?"

"Sir, yes, sir? May this servant bring you slave B for some anal?"

"You keep reading my mind, boy. Hehe."

Sawyer grinned. He was well on the way to becoming Henry's second houseboy, which would at least give Gavin the chance to get outside a bit and learn how being an office servant worked.

But of course, one more misstep to Sawyer's previous two strikes and there'd be a new `slave S'.

The drive home was uneventful aside from a strikingly pink piece of paper fluttering past Henry's car.

It flew to the side of the road and stuck itself to a parked car's windscreen.

He had a passing urge to stop and grab it. Pointless. There couldn't be anything on it he'd need.


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