There are a million ways a granted wish can change one’s life for the better, but Fred was a simple man, who indulged in the simple pleasures. After all, for all their bluster, what man hasn’t looked down to his crotch and thought “this could be better”? So as he watched the shooting star, there wasn’t much thought beyond wishing for a bigger dick. It was all in good fun, in any case; it’s not like magic’s real. But when he felt his whole body tingle, and was enveloped in a mystical, pastel light, his elation swelled. He could feel his groin pulsate and fill, so much so he had to rip off his pants and spread his legs to make room. The glare still blinded him, but the slapping against his thigh from the smallest bit of movement was encouraging. That was where his expected changes stopped, however. Every follicle of body hair below the eyebrows sloughed off all at once. Whatever passive muscle he had shriveled away in an instant, leaving him even slighter than his usual skinny self. His respectable 6-foot frame was docked by at least a half-foot, putting him slightly below average for a man. His ribcage crunched in on itself, which made his softening, tender?, pecs and increasingly sensitive nipples more noticeable. Fred was still passably male, but was rendered so effeminate that a quick glance could leave his gender ambiguous enough for passers-by to guess incorrectly. The spell worked just well enough that his new and improved cock was almost touching his knee; Fred had won, but at what cost? 

Freddy tried going back to the gym in an effort to try to bulk up his noodle arms, but unfortunately, his upper body remained gracefully slim. Conversely, his thighs were developing rapidly, getting stronger yet not losing their suppleness as they squished together. Cruelest of all was- perhaps due to the residual energy of the spell- most of the mass he was trying to accrue seemed to siphon into his third leg, growing thicker and as long as his forearm. Having a bulge so large it altered his gait should be a blessing… if he ever sat down (which wasn’t easy in and of itself) and pleasured it. He was horny, no doubt about that, but thoughts of jerking it, penetrating, actually USING his girthy gift left him uninterested. It wasn't until he caught a questionable pop-up ad for discount vibrators that he imagined himself face-down and leaking, taking loads instead of doling them out, that he realized the full extent of what that wish had done to him. Freddy considered himself straight his entire life, but when fate comes a-knocking, you best believe he’d be opening that door.