The Price of Wishing

I’ve got a new original story “The Price of Wishing” that was too hot for Amazon. Apparently they frown on forced submission and faux incest and having fun.

The story’s about a bitter man who finds a magic coin and uses it to get revenge on the world. It’s a lot darker and more sadistic than my previous stories and includes lots of forced changes, body part swaps, submission, mother/stepdaughter faux incest, turned into objects, etc. So be warned. Here’s a little sample, with the rest only available at Smashwords.


Derek stepped out of the elevator and sloshed down the hall in his rain drenched shoes. His job was a joke, he was nearly broke, and his love life was DOA. He carried his briefcase in both hands, the broken handle and drenched papers inside just the latest testament to the terrible start of his day, his week, his month, and even his year. But no one was there for him as he squelched into his cubicle and sat down heavily.

Derek spread out his soggy papers around his desk to try to dry them. Lionel Collingsworth poked his head around the cubicle and knocked on the wall. Lionel was Derek’s rival, though Lionel didn’t know it. Lionel was tall, blonde, good looking and supremely confident bordering on cocky. Basically, he was everything Derek wasn’t and Derek resented him for it.

‘Knock, knock,’ he added cheerfully, in case Derek hadn’t see him or heard his actual knocking.

Lionel gazed around at the papers drying on the desk. ‘Whoa, looks like you’re having a bad morning.’

Derek stared at him glumly, hating Lionel’s stupid optimistic face and his stupid, effortless good looks.

‘I’ve got some good news for you, buddy, I got the manager’s job!’ Lionel beamed.

Derek felt his face involuntarily form the rictus of a smile, ‘Wonderful,’ he said between clenched teeth.

‘Oh,’ Lionel seemed taken aback by Derek’s forced grin, ‘I take it you applied for that position, too? Well, uh, there will be others.’

He clapped Derek genially on the back then beat a hasty retreat, practically skipping down the hall in excitement. Derek hated him all the more for trying to be friendly. Yeah, there was no way Lionel knew Derek had applied as well, but still, fuck that guy.

Derek swiveled his chair to face his computer and saw a large, gold coin on his keyboard. He was almost positive it hadn’t been there when he sat down. Odd.

He picked it up. It was slightly larger than a silver dollar but just as heavy and cold as ice. The front had a picture of what looked like smoke coming out of an old fashioned oil lamp, the kind you might see a genie pop out of in the movies. He flipped it over and examined the back. Several long paragraphs of minuscule writing covered the back but it was way too small to read with the naked eye. Derek placed the coin on his desk and used the camera on his phone to zoom in as best he could on the writing. He was just able to make out the first few sentences:

The legal agreements set out below are between you and the Magic Coin (“The Coin”) and govern the use, responsibilities, rights and consequences of all wishes granted with The Coin.”

There was a lot more boring legalese Derek skimmed through but didn’t read, skipping instead to the end:

By making the first wish with the coin you, the user, agree to be bound by the conditions above.”

Derek put his phone on the desk and stared into space for a few seconds. He figured he could go back and forth thinking the coin was a joke or not or he could try it and see. If it didn’t work, no harm done. If it did, well…

He picked up the coin.

I wish I’d gotten that promotion, he thought.

The coin flashed briefly.

Lionel stuck his head around the cubicle and knocked.

‘Knock, knock,’ he said. ‘What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to work out of your new office.’

Derek looked up at Lionel’s wide smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes and Derek could sense the sting of jealousy behind the facade. Derek, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier.

‘Yes, of course,’ he stood. ‘I was just saying goodbye to the old place.’

As he made his way out of the cubicle he turned to Lionel, ‘Hey, those papers are the Erickson report, do me a favor and get those dried and sorted.’

Lionel managed to somehow retain his smile while glaring at Derek, ‘You got it.’ He said cheerfully.

Derek walked down to his new office, still clutching the coin. Debbie, the former manager’s secretary—and, therefore, Derek’s new secretarysat at the desk outside the row of windows leading into his new office. Debbie’s curly red hair was tied up in a deliberately messy bun. One long lock curled down her lightly freckled cheek. Her green eyes sparkled from beneath her geek-chic glasses as she read through some girly blog on her computer. She wore a plain, white dress that covered the light curves of her body and ended just below her gorgeous thighs. Debbie was one of those pretty, always-together girls with perfect makeup and sported the hippest style. Derek had gotten the crazy idea to ask her out one day and she’d shot him down, politely but firmly. He wasn’t angry about it then. That came later, when he overheard Debbie telling another one of the secretaries how much Derek’s voice seemed like nails on a chalkboard to her.

She looked up at Derek as he approached, a a welcoming smile on her face. But Derek wasn’t fooled, he knew the truth.

‘Hi, Debbie, so this is the office, huh?’ Derek said awkwardly.

‘That’s it, Derek,’ she agreed.

‘I think you should call me Mr. Davies. I am your boss after all.’

‘Ok…Mr. Davies.’

Derek nodded and stepped into his office. From the giant wall of windows he had a nice view of the city and he could see almost all the way downtown. It was no corner office but–

Why couldn’t it be a corner office? He thought.

No sooner had he thought this than the coin glowed in his palm and suddenly the room changed. He now had a huge corner office. A giant mahogany desk sat in front of one window and several leather chairs were placed strategically around the room. Derek looked through the hallway window. Debbie was sitting at her desk, still scrolling through whatever blog she was reading and apparently unconcerned that the entire building had just shifted around her.

Derek sat down at his desk and ran his hands along the smooth surface. Then he rolled the coin around his fingers in thought. So, he didn’t even have to actually wish, he just had to think of what he wanted and it happened. The coin seemed fractionally warmer to the touch as he flipped it around his fingers. Maybe a consequence of his wishes? He thought he should read the legal agreement but staring out the windows at Debbie gave him another thought. A more interesting thought.

Debbie will orgasm every time he hears me speak, he thought.

The coin flashed and grew incrementally warmer in his palm.

Derek pushed the intercom button on his phone, ‘Debbie, can you come in here?’

He watched through the window as she jumped and he heard her quick gasp, then her voice was on the intercom, ‘Coming…Mr. Davies.’

She entered his office with her notepad at the ready and a slight flush in her cheeks.

He motioned to the seat in front of his desk and she sat, folding her long legs over so that her dress rode up to reveal a hint of her lovely thighs. She tucked the long curl of red hair behind an ear and looked at him, waiting.

Derek began, ‘I need to rearrange my schedule.’

Debbie bit her lip and shifted in her seat as warm waves of pleasure flowed through her, but she put the pen to the paper.

‘Move the Dermer meeting to 1pm and book a little lunch place for some people. Maybe three of us, four, who knows.’ He droned on, watching as Debbie squirmed in her seat as each word set off another orgasm through her tiny form. She couldn’t fight it for long as each word amplified the pleasure radiating through her.

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She closed her eyes, gasping with each word from Derek’s lips. The pen and paper dropped to the floor and she began crying out lustily, softly at first, but rising in pitch and intensity, her entire body gripped in wave after wave of erotic pleasure as Derek continued speaking.

‘I was thinking of firing a few people, what do you think about that?’ Derek smiled.

‘Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!’ She threw her head back and cried out, running her soft hands down her long neck as Derek continued speaking, making her cum harder with each word. She convulsed in bliss as Derek watched a dark patch of her desire soak the dress beneath her pretty legs. Her composure lost, she threw herself back and forth in the chair, trapped in the unbearable pleasure of his voice. A few people looked in from outside to see what was going on.

Derek stopped talking and simply sat there, watching Debbie recover. Her breasts heaved with each breath and she blinked and looked around the room as if she’d forgotten where she was. Her eyes landed on Derek and she blushed, her red cheeks going crimson in embarrassment.

‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me,’ she said.

Derek waved a hand in the air, dismissing her concerns.

‘Excuse me, I need to run to the bathroom,’ she said.

Derek nodded and watched as she picked up her pen and paper and walked to the door. Her bubble ass swayed gently, the back of her dress soaked with her wetness. As she was grabbing the handle to close the door Derek yelled out.

‘Bye!’

He watched her knees go weak as another orgasm rocked her body and she grabbed the door handle for support before finally slipping out and closing the door.

Derek leaned his head back in his hands and swiveled around to admire the view of the city. He was king of this office and he could be king of the world. After some reflection he realized king of the world would come with a lot of baggage what with signing treaties and keeping the peace and meetings. Endless meetings. No, leave that to someone else. Derek didn’t want the world but he did want his revenge on everyone who’d wronged him, which was everyone.

He’d been treading along in his job, overlooked and ignored by his bosses, bored by his colleagues droning on about sports or the weather, and belittled by the clients. It seemed to Derek that the only person lower than him was the cleaning lady. Well, that would stop today. Not the cleaning lady—they’d still need the office to be cleaned—but the other stuff would stop today.

Derek knew exactly who to start with. He walked out of his office, sparing a glimpse for Debbie, who steadied herself as he opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again and grinned. That’ll keep her on her toes.

Derek walked down the transformed hallway until he found Alison’s office. Now here was one bitch who deserved everything she had coming. She’d started at the same time as Derek and had risen much faster in the company just because she was pretty. And more clever, hard-working and industrious than Derek.

He knocked on her open door. ‘Hi, Alison.’

She paused in her typing and looked up at him. Her shoulder-length black hair was pulled back in a ponytail just short of severe, with perky bangs overhanging her striking, long face and dark eyes. She wore a conservative black blazer over a white shirt and underneath Derek could see the two small bumps of her tiny breasts beneath her clothes, though they barely made a dent in her shirt. That would have to change.

‘What’s up, Derek?’ she asked, looking at him over her thin glasses.

‘Your bra size,’ he replied.

The coin flashed. Alison’s breasts ballooned out, inflating beneath her shirt as Derek watched. The fabric strained as they bulged from a B to a C to a D, and then the buttons popped and still they kept growing, spilling out of her top and onto the desk.

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Alison could do nothing but stare down as her tits grew and grew to cartoonish proportions, not stopping until they reached the size of beach balls and rested on the desk in front of her. They were round and firm and almost begging to be touched. Alison’s mouth moved soundlessly as she gaped down at her chest, her tits so big each arm could barely fit around one.


Read the rest, only at Smashwords

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