Claude rummage through the pile of useless junk on the table before him. It was the day of his town-wide garage sale event, and he was looking around, hoping to find something to keep him entertained for a while. This was his 4th and final stop of the day too, and with nothing to show for his effort, he was getting pretty annoyed.
Usually, he would have found a bunch of things by now. Things like DIY kits, electrical components to salvage, puzzles, etc… but not today. Perhaps it was just bad luck, or the fact that there were too many annoying couples and families going around taking all the good stuff before he could get a chance at them. They were always annoying, with their loud children and all the flirting they would do in public.
Ok, so maybe the real issue was himself. Claude had not been handed the best hand in life. While he excelled in his work, he fell dismally short in most other areas, especially when it came to socializing. First of all, was his lack of confidence in himself outside of his work. It was partially due to his more timid nature, but it was mainly because of his physical characteristics.
Claude was not a tall man. At 5 foot 4 inches, he was actually quite short. Then add his micropenis onto that, and bunch it all together with his asthma and rather bland looks, and you get a pretty good idea about what he has had to deal with. Not a single woman would ever give him a look. In fact, they mostly avoided all eye contact and tried to not be near him. And this was why he was out here, digging through someone else's junk for some discount entertainment.
He was about to give up and call it a day, when he spotted something shiny at the bottom of the pile. It was a genie lamp, only the size of a keychain ornament. He asked how much it was, and the old woman working the cash box just waved him off, giving it to him for free, as he was only buying that, and it was already worthless in her eyes.
When he returned home, Claude decided to take a look at what is actually inside this lamp. It was made of metal, and was pretty detailed upon closer inspection with a magnifying glass, which for its small size was quite an interesting surprise. He couldn't even find a seam or any kind of manufacturing defect.
The lamp suddenly began to vibrate in his hands, and out from the spout poured a pink cloud that eventually became the upper half of a genie. The lamp also had expanded to a more expected size.
“What 3 wishes can I grant for you, Master?” Asked the Genie.
Claude rubbed his eyes. “Holy cow, you're real? This is actually happening?” He exclaimed in a pleasant surprised tone.
The genie nodded. “Yes indeed, you found my lamp, which makes you my current Master. And as my Master, you are entitled to have upto 3 wishes granted.”
“Can I wish for anything?” Asked Claude after calming himself down and using his inhaler.
“No, you cannot wish for anything paradoxical, anything involving the genocide of any species, anything involving disrupting the natural laws of the universe, or anything about pigeons.” Explained the Genie. They then raised a hand to stop Claude from asking the obvious follow up question. “The last restriction was just a joke.”
Claude nodded. “So anything else is fair game right?”
“Yes, however, I will only grant your wishes once all 3 have been made. And do try to be specific, I am a genie after all.”
“I wish to always perfectly be both physically and mentally healthy. I wish to have a big dick between my legs instead of the micropenis I have now. And I wish that I always had some power in any situation.”
The Genie cocked an eyebrow at the rapid fire of wishes. “You do not hesitate to make all wishes, Master? I admit that I am rather surprised. But very well, I shall grant you these desires 3. I hope you find happiness in their outcomes, and do not come to regret making these very open to interpretation wishes in your haste.” The Genie then clapped their hands and vanished, along with their lamp.
When the pink smoke cleared, Claude felt excited, he then waited for the wishes to take effect. He waited, and waited, and waited some more. And all this time with his eyes closed, hoping to feel his body start to change. But outside of a bit of muscle twitches and cramps, a bit of bloating, a bit of shrinking, and what he could only describe as receiving an internal punch to the gut, he didn't really feel any different. He sure as hell couldn't feel a huge dick hanging off his crotch, and he was pretty certain that he hadn't gained any height or muscles either.
That all being said, he did take notice a few, oddities. For starters, without opening his eyes yet, he could already tell that his body felt healthier. He could breathe easily, his skin felt soft and well cared for, and he suddenly had a seemingly endless amount of energy and motivation to do things. Additionally, he could feel something clinging tight around his waist and crotch, and then something became lodged inside of his ass.
Claude's eyes shot open at the sudden violation. He turned around to see what just touched his ass, but nothing was there. However, he could still feel whatever it was still inside of him, so he rushed to the bathroom. He was so concerned over his ass that he failed to notice the rigid thing swishing from side to side in front of him the entire way to the bathroom.
As he entered the bathroom, and moved towards the toilet, he froze upon catching a glance at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. It wasn't a reflection he was familiar with at all. Instead of the feeble looking nerd, was an attractive woman with reddish brown hair wearing his clothes. He had to stop and give her a look, his mind momentarily forgetting about his unwanted anal predicament.
She moved as he moved, and he could feel what she touched. The hair on his head, that now reached down passed his shoulders. The boobs on his chest whose nipples were currently poking into his shirt thanks to his lack of a bra. The curves of the female body he now apparently possessed. And… the purple strap-on, now seemingly adhered to the front of his crotch, covering up the pussy behind it.
“Well, that explains the weird feeling in my gut…” mumbled Claude in her completely new voice. She gently examined every inch of her new body, including her ass, which she found to be plugged by a strange device. It was shaped like a butt plug, but for whatever reason, she couldn't take it out no matter what. And she tried a lot of things, even a crowbar couldn't pry it free from her colon. The problem was that there just wasn't a seam to work with. It wasn't something she could grab onto. It was flush with her skin, as if somehow merged with it to form a permanent seal.
What was also weird, was that on the surface of the butt plug were 4 male ends of commonly used charging cords. She reached back and pulled at one of them, and her body jolted as a very pleasurable chill shot up her spine as the cord began to pull out from her ass. It finally stopped at 6 feet in length, and pushing it into her phone caused her ass to internally buzz with a very small amount of pleasure. It would be nowhere near enough to ever get her off, but it was a really good feeling nonetheless.
She then tried to pull out the others, and each cord pulled out to the same length. However, she then wondered how to put them back in, and gave one of them a gentle, testing tug. It quickly found tension and pulled free from her finger tips as her knees buckled in pleasure, dropping her onto the floor. The cord whirled around as it was quickly retracted back inside of her ass, leaving her in a confused but highly aroused state. She still had 3 cords to retract, and decided that drawing it out wouldn't be a good idea. So, after unplugging her phone, she tugged all 3 at once, and involuntarily moaned as they all quickly retracted back inside of her.
Her pussy was wet. She just knew it was thanks to the new feelings she felt. But thanks to the strap-on, she couldn't properly explore it yet. She tried to find some way to take it off, but it seemed impossible. There were no buttons, buckles, or strings to untie. And even trying to brute force it wasn't doing it either. Whenever she tried, it just tugged at the top of her pussy. And speaking of tugging on it, touching the purple dildo sent more pleasure through her crotch that was absolutely unexpected. The entire surface of the fake dick would light her up with pleasure upon contact. It was as if every inch of it was covered by her most sensitive and pleasurable nerve endings.
However, what was the most interesting of all, was just how, okay, she felt by all of this. She wasn't losing her mind, or even having a panic attack like how she usually got whenever she found herself in an unwanted or difficult situation. She was, not totally calm, but not too bothered either. Sure, it was quite the initial shock, and the unexpected pleasure was not helping her fully calm down. But she has been far more panicked over far less concerning topics countless times before now.
So why was she taking this so well? What was different, besides her body? She recalled her wishes. She wished to always be perfectly healthy both mentally and physically. Could that explain it? Maybe this was now the limit her anxiety could rise to and still be considered as being healthy? And going off that assumption and logic, her unusual asshole situation should be perfectly healthy for her… somehow. She wasn't exactly sure how, but if her wish was granted, then it must be fine for her to just leave it as is.
After that first wish, she had wished for a big dick between her legs. Well, it certainly was big, and shaped like a dick. It didn't have balls, but she didn't wish for balls. She never did specify that it had to be a normal dick. Plus, because she wished to have it between her legs, that was now going to be where it would always be found, since she couldn't take it off. And she wanted to replace her micropenis, and sure enough, her pussy did just that. And it allowed for other big dicks to be between her legs too, as long as they could get to it.
Lastly, yeah, she didn't need to think hard about this one. She had wished to always have power in any situation, and sure enough, with an ass full of charging cables, she was going to always have power. Perhaps her body somehow now converts her solid waste into electricity, thus why she no longer has an anus?
After collecting herself, Claude stood up and weighed the pros and cons. This was something she always did whenever she was uncertain about anything. For the cons, obviously she didn't want to become a woman, or one who has a permanently sealed asshole and who has to wear a strap-on 24/7. She also was no taller or stronger than before either. And her emotions were being regulated and capped to keep her from feeling anything too extreme.
But as for the pros, well, she certainly was an attractive woman. Her body was now immune to all forms of injury or illness, meaning she no longer had her crippling asthma. She would never need to worry about running out of battery on her phone or tablet. And even though it wasn't a real dick, it still felt nice to have it touched, and she could actually use it to pleasure another person. Plus, she did have a pussy now, so she had a lot more options in terms of potential partners too.
Her phone then vibrated as it received a text message. She opened it and found it was from her few female co-workers in a group chat. She also discovered that she apparently goes by the name Claudia now. Her co-workers were even inviting her out to have some drinks with them and some of the guys from the marketing department, many of whom were often emphasized to be quite attractive men too.
Claudia quickly measured the pros and cons. For pros, she was actually asked to hang out with others. She can have some fun. She may even get lucky tonight if things go really well. She would have to see who would be flirting with her, if anyone. But she would cross that bridge later if it came to it.
As for cons… she would have to… not stay at home and not be bored? No, that's also a pro. She has nothing to wear! Or, maybe she does? One quick check of her bedroom and closet confirmed that she does, in fact, have an ample amount of clothing options to wear. She couldn't think of any other possible downsides to going out and having fun, so that's what she was going to do.
As she got herself all dressed up and ready to go out, she had a weird thought pop into her head. She wondered if she would have her first time with a man or a woman, and what would she be doing to either of them? Would she be pegging a guy's ass? Maybe taking a dick in her pussy instead? Or would she be fucking another girl with her strap-on? She was actually pretty interested in trying all 3 options if she were to be honest with herself.