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Three Little Wishes 3
🕑 Added 2022-03-25 23:12:30 +0000 UTCDamian was not paying attention to class. Instead, he was turning a coin over and over again in his fingers, pausing occasionally to read the words on it. They ran, “Good for three wishes.” The tarnished bronze coin did not look as if it were something that could grant wishes. It looked like something you might find in a gutter, which is exactly where Damian had found it that morning on the way to school. As much as he doubted what it promised him, he found thinking about it far more interesting than algebra.
As silly as it felt indulging in the fantasy, he wondered what he would wish for if the coin really could grant wishes. Probably, he would wish for what he normally wished for, a girlfriend. Being a short late-bloomer, the girls treated him more like a little brother than a potential date. It was kind of depressing, having everyone overlook him like that. He hated feeling small and being viewed as a little kid when he was with people his own age. Then, there were the short jokes, which he did his best to ignore, hoping that they and the rest of his relationship problems would end when puberty finally caught up to him.
“Now, can somebody please come up to the board to solve this equation,” Mrs. Grace said, scanning the room for a student to bother. “Camila?”
A girl sitting a few seats in front of Damian stood up. Although Camila did not look in his direction, he knew how pretty she was from having gazed at her many times before. She walked up the board, and he tried not to stare at her behind. He had heard some guys call her fat. While it was true that Camila was a little plump, Damian found her curves to be quite sexy. Although she did not dress to show off, he had noticed her sizable chest and the shape of her hips. He also appreciated how short she was. In fact, he was almost as tall as she was. He thought about her often, but he doubted she thought about him at all.
They had spoken in private only once. One day after school, Damian had caught up to her on his walk home. They had shared a nice little conversation about the weather and their annoyance with Mrs. Grace. Then, some crazy impulse had gotten the better of him, and he had asked her out on a date. Camila had let him down gently, saying that he was not really her type. He guessed that it was because of how small and young he looked, but he thought it best not to confirm that with her. He just accepted her rejection and left it at that.
So, even though Damian knew well enough that there was no point in thinking about her like that anymore, he could not help but fantasize about her and him as a couple. Seeing her standing there in front of him, he imagined what she might look like naked. He had a strong desire to be near her, to touch her, to feel her soft flesh in his hands.
He looked away, trying to block her out of his mind. Noticing the coin still in his fingers, he focused on it as a distraction. Three wishes? he thought. I wish I knew what her body felt like.
Damian started to feel strange. The room seemed to be getting warmer, causing him to sweat. His clothes clung to him tightly, and he squirmed uncomfortably, wondering if he was going through a growth spurt at last. Soon, the waistband of his jeans began to constrict painfully around his waist. To relieve the pressure, he unbuttoned them, setting free his belly, which swelled out much larger than it should have on his normally skinny body.
Damian looked down to figure out what was happening to his clothes. That was when he noticed he had breasts. They were swelling larger on his chest like a pair of inflating water balloons, stretching out the fabric of his T-shirt. He watched in astonished silence as they grew large and heavy. As shocked as he was to see what was happening to him, he was also a little turned on. He grew hard below, but then that began to shrink. While the rest of him grew, he felt his crotch reshape and pull inwards, leaving behind a slit where his dick had been.
Then, the changes settled down. Long dark hair draped in front of Damian’s face, as he stared down at the shape of the massive breasts he now had. In fact, his body felt heavy all over. Everything had swollen larger, aside from his crotch. He felt as though a sudden movement might cause his tight clothes to tear apart at the seams. Wanting to see his face, he managed to slip his phone out despite being wedged firmly within his pocket.
With the selfie camera on, he was able to look at his own face, but it was not his face. It was Camila’s face. He gasped and the image of Camila on his phone gasped as well. He touched his cheek and so did the reflection of Camila. That was his face, he had her face, her body. He had turned into Camila, somehow.
A horrifying thought entered Damian’s mind, and he looked back toward the front of the classroom to check if the real Camila had changed at all. To his relief, he saw her looking the same as she always did while she finished solving the problem on the board. When Camila began to turn around, again he felt horrified, now at the possibility that she might see him looking like her twin.
Oh, God! he thought. I have to hide! I wish she couldn’t see me.
The world seemed to explode around him. His clothes, which had pressed so tightly against his body, flew from his skin, growing larger as they moved away like an inflating balloon of fabric. His seat fell out from beneath him, leaving him hanging in the air for an instant, before gravity pulled him back down, dropping him into darkness while walls of fabric collapsed around him. Feeling desperate to hang on to something as he fell, he grabbed a giant disc of metal that had somehow drifted just in reach of his hands. After what felt like seconds of air time, he landed butt-first on a bit of soft fabric padding.
In the dim light that reached Damian through the crumpled tent of fabric around him, he became aware that he was naked. He set down the disc of metal and looked over his nude body, the very body he had been fantasizing about seeing just moments ago. He could hardly believe what had happened to him and wondered if he had fallen asleep at his desk. He felt a strong urge to touch himself, to test if what he saw was real. He gripped the bare flesh on his chest, feeling a pair of breasts for the first time ever. As much as he was weirded out by experiencing them from this perspective, he could not help but be amazed at how soft they were and how good they felt to hold. There was no denying it now. This was no dream. This was really happening.
Again, he looked around at his surroundings. “Where am I?” he asked in Camila’s pleasant voice. The classroom seemed to have disappeared although he thought he could hear Mrs. Grace’s voice somewhere in the distance. He rose to his feet, feeling the surplus weight on him shift around as he stood up. The pattern of the fabric around him looked familiar. He gasped when he recognized it as the same pattern that was on his underwear. “Wait,” he said. “These are my clothes. I'm still inside of my clothes. They didn’t grow. I shrank. What… what is going on?”
Damian looked down past his breasts and belly to the disc of metal at his feet, realizing that it was the same coin he had been holding. Only now, it was bigger than a dinner plate from his perspective. He read the words on it again, “‘Good for one wish?’” he said, confused at how the number had changed. “Wait a minute…” he said, as it all started to make sense. “I wished to be able to feel Camila, and I became Camila. Then, I wished for her not to see me, and I shrank too small for her to see me. I made two wishes, already.”
Damian lifted up the heavy coin and said, “Okay, then, all I need to do to fix myself is to wish to be normal again, right?” He hesitated a moment out of caution, not wanting to make another mistake.
Just when he felt confident enough to wish again, he heard a guy’s voice from somewhere above him say, “Hey where did the shrimp go?”
“What?” replied a girl’s voice. “Oh yeah, he’s gone. And, why did he leave his little clothes behind?”
Man, Damian thought in frustration. I wish that everyone would just stop calling me small.
Again, the world seemed to move around him. This time, everything seemed to be getting smaller. The huge coin slipped out of his fingers, and as it fell, he had just enough time to read the words on it, which had changed again to be “All wishes granted.”
“Oh, no!” Damian said as his head emerged from the seemingly shrinking clothes pile.
When he was taller than a doll, the other students started to notice him. They pointed and gasped and told their friends to “Look!” What a sight he must have been, he realized, a tiny naked Camila, growing larger before their eyes. Seeing the excited look on one guy’s face, he wrapped his arm across his nipples and covered his crotch with his other hand, trying in vain to protect the privacy of what looked like Camila’s exposed body. At the exact moment Damian grew to the same size as the real Camila, they locked eyes with each other. He stood upon the chair of his desk, looking down at her, as she gazed back up at him in wonder, recognizing a naked duplicate of her own body, on display there for the whole class to see.
Damian kept on growing. The chair beneath him began to creak under his weight, so he stepped down from it. Even standing on the floor, he had become tall enough to still be looking down at everyone in the room. His head brushed against the ceiling, and he crouched down as the room seemed to close in around him. His expanding feet and legs overturned desks around him as the other students escaped to the corners of the room. Eventually, Damian was forced to sit down, knocking over more desks with his enormous butt. His huge legs swept the desks away in front of him as they stretched all the way across the room until his foot was pressed against the door, so large now that it covered most of the exit. Just when he thought that he would burst out of the room, the growth stopped.
Yelling and confused shouts filled the spaces of the room that were not already occupied by Damian’s giant body, but despite all of the commotion, there was only one thing that caught his attention. It was Camila, standing alone in the space between his spread legs, staring up at him. He expected her to look horrified. To his surprise, she appeared to be in awe, showing a hint of a smile on her open mouth.
No girl had ever looked at Damian like that before, with actual interest on her face. While he had quite a few problems to deal with now, he felt as though he had finally figured out something. He suspected he knew now why it was that Camila had said he was not her type, before.
Where things between them would go now, Damian had no idea, but he knew one thing for certain: no one would ever call him small ever again.
Comments
Areat
Eh, nice mix of changes ^^
