There’s a pub, but it’s a bit early in the day for there to be any valuable targets to offer my services. The café has a few people I can see through the window, but no one looks like the perfect customer for whatI’mselling.
Wait, wait, wait. I stop walking as I watch someone exit the café. He looks like a timid human man, his eyes darting all around. They land on me, and his steps falter.
Bingo.
I waltz over to him. “Hello, my name is Arman, and you look troubled. Anything I could help you with? Anything you wish for?”
He blinks at me a few times before giving me a quick once-over. “Are you an alien?”
“No—a genie.” Geez, isn’t that clear?
This makes his eyes light up, and I know I’ve chosen the right person. “Like a wish-granting genie?”
“Exactly.” I nod, grinning at him. “For the right price, I can grant almost any wish.”
One of his hands rises, scratching his chin as he gazes up to the sky. Does he really have to thinkthathard about what he wishes for?
He could always get more than one wish—but I’d need him to pay in advance for them, since satisfaction isnotguaranteed.
“I wish for a…” He steps closer, getting right next to my ear. “Bigger…y’know?”
Oh, Iknowwhat he’s asking for. It’s actually the most common wish human men have, especially since monsters have come out of hiding all around the world.
Human-sized penises just can’t compare, and they know it. They feel the need to change themselves to compete with the new demographic of men “stealing” their women.
As if they ever had a chance to compare to any of us monster men. It’s sad, really.
“A wish like that is definitely something I can do, but it will cost you,” I remind him, crossing my arms in front of me.
Beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead. “How much?”
“Tell me what you can offer, and I’ll tell you if it’s enough.” This is goingexactlyas I had hoped. “Mind you, this is not a cheap wish.”
He pulls out his phone, scrolling furiously on it for a minute before he turns his attention back up to me. “One thousand is the most I can do—do you take Venmo?”
“Of course.” I smirk, pulling out my own phone.
It takes only a few seconds for him to send me the money, and once I see it come in my account, I put my phone away. Maybe Harmony Glen will have some easy pickings.
To make the experience alittlemore authentic, I transform into my genie form. My legs disappear, replaced by my wispy bottom. My shirt disappears too—another perk of my magic, my clothes can be off instantly.
I can’t wait to show Pinky that trick.
His eyes light up and scan my genie form. A giant grin takes over his lips, as if he is realizing he’s not being scammed.
He is though. Oh, is he ever.
I wave a hand toward him, compiling my energy and magic to take the form of his wish. He stands there, staring down toward his crotch, watching as his pants shift to accommodate his new size.
His eyes quickly lose their sparkle as his crotch continues to expand, and he frantically looks between me and his growing member. His chest begins to rise and fall heavily.
“Hey, this is too much—stop. Stop!” He panics, both hands flying to his crotch as his zipper bursts.
The tearing sound of fabric brings me uncontrollable laughter, and I clutch at my stomach. His jeans have completely burst, as have his boxers. I stop my magic, satisfied with the new size.
On display, not at all hidden by his puny human hands, is his new, ungodly large penis. This is what he asked for, after all.
“I’m going to the police!” he shouts, turning and rushing off as fast as his falling pants will let him.
