Be Careful What You Wish For

"What the fuck Lilith?" I screamed into the phone. Well, so much for control. Lilith was cackling delightedly on the phone, absolutely ecstatic about my reaction.

"Oh honey, this is why I like to work with you. You feed me," she said and then laughed again. Now, I actually did get myself settled and spoke more cautiously.

"Come on Lilith, I made a wish last night and you didn't do it. That isn't our deal," I said, sounding whinier than I'd hope.

"The Hell I didn't," Lilith said.

"What is that supposed to mean."

"It means your wish was my command. You made a wish. It has been fulfilled." I felt like she slapped me. I reached down grabbed my dick through my shorts.

"Trust me Lilith, you didn't," I said, "I asked to be normal and I still have milky tits and I still have a dick. That isn't normal."

"No it isn't," she said, but not like she was surprised that I still had the offending equipment.

"So..." I prodded.

"Well you didn't wish to be normal."

"Yes I did!"

"No, you wished not to be 'weird.'" She said and I thought back on the night before. And she was right, I remembered clearly that when she'd asked me to phrase it like a wish, I wished not to be weird. But I didn't see what that meant.

"So what? That's the same thing. I said not to be weird. Being normal is being not weird. What are you talking about?"

"No, those things aren't synonymous," the cool voice on the other end of the phone said, "One little blonde girl in a classroom with 30 brunettes. That little blonde girl is weird. But three little blonde girls in a classroom with 30 brunettes well, they aren't weird. But they aren't normal either."

"What are you talking about. I didn't ask for riddles, I asked not be weird. Just tell me what you think you did," I said.

"If I am not mistaken, you are about to find out. Just remember, infants get immunity from disease from mother's milk. What sort other benefits do you think could pass that way. Talk to you tonight. Time to settle," she said and the phone went dead. There were so many confusing little twists packed into that single interjection that I didn't even know where to begin with it. I was still trying to figure out what she meant by settle, when I heard a commotion outside of my room. I listened carefully and I could hear voice.

"I know, I know it doesn't make any sense but..." I heard Wendy say.

"Why in the Hell are we going to talk to your roommate about this? I didn't even want to talk to you about it, until you came to me!" I heard Gina hiss back.

"Trust me, she knows something about this, I talked to her about it..."

"About me!"

"How could I have talked to her about you? I just found out a minute ago!"

"I know but... Oh my god Wendy what is happening?"

"Come on Gina, just trust me," Wendy said and with that my door opened and two very scared looking girls walked in. Gina's eyes were red from crying and Wendy looked like someone had just told her that the Easter Bunny wasn't real. I pulled my covers up quickly, shielding my dick from Gina and very confused by their decision to just barge in on me.

"Oh Christ Wendy, let's not do this!" Gina moaned. I saw that Gina was wearing a short t-shirt that exposed her bellybutton. She was wearing a billowy pair of boxers underneath that looked like they belonged to her boyfriend.

"What are you guys doing in my room," I said casually, pretending like I hadn't heard them squabbling behind the door.

"Oh, we had a question for you," Wendy said. I couldn't help but be aroused when I looked at her. She was wearing a black bra with filly white lace and a loose fitting pair of pajama pants, like she'd been interrupted in the middle of getting out of pajamas and into clothes for the day. Her breasts looked so perfect nestled in the frilly fabric. But I shook that idea out of my head. I had to figure out what these girls were doing here.

"Well," I asked, "what is it?" I was trying to think back to what I'd talked about with Wendy yesterday? What problem could I help them with? But I could barely concentrate. All I could think about were Lilith's cryptic words.

"Well, its just..." Wendy began.

"Don't!" Gina pleaded.

"What is going on?" I demanded, I was on a short fuse anyway and this little game wasn't helping. Wendy turned to Gina.

"Gina, I promise you this goes nowhere beyond this room, but I have reason to believe that Larissa can help us. Have you ever trusted me on anything?"

"Yes," Gina said, barely above a whisper.

"Then trust me now," she said and Gina nodded. Then they both turned and looked at me. Gina stared at her feet and Wendy bit her lower lip. And then we were silent for a long time.

"Well...?" I said finally. The two girls looked at each other.

"Well," Wendy started again, "Look. I just thought that you would understand about this and maybe you would be able to help us. I didn't really have anyone else I could even begin to think would know anything about this. And I don't know if it is okay that I brought Gina with me, but I thought when you figured everything out then you wouldn't really hold it against me and I am really sorry, in advance, about all of this. But like I said, I didn't have anywhere else to turn and..." Wendy was talking in circles and was clearly on edge. It was putting me on edge.

"Stop!" I yelled, "Just tell me, I promise I won't get mad. You're driving me nuts!"

"Don't say 'nuts'" Gina whispered.

"Maybe we should just..." Wendy said and then she looked at Gina. Gina looked uncomfortable then she shrugged and nodded her head slowly, "One...two...three..." Wendy said. At that instant she grabbed the elastic waistband of her pajama pants and pulled down. Gina did the same with her boxer shorts.

"Three little blonde girls..." I said, my eyes were almost popping out of my head with shock. How had I not seen this coming?

"What did you say?" Gina said, her voice on the edge of panic.

"I said 'relax, it's fine,'" I lied. But I didn't think it was in the same neighborhood as fine. Dangling between Wendy's legs was a clean shaven, five inch cock! And beneath a small, triangular patch of dark red hair between Gina's legs was a freckled, five and a half inch cock! As I looked them over, I had to admit, they kind of looked good this way. I had seen Wendy naked the day before and while I missed her cute little pussy, that small cock looked nice next to her model-like body. And Gina, her cock was so incredibly cute, hanging below her smooth thin belly and perky tits. It looked extra sexy with her short, tight t-shirt accentuating her feminine curves. But I pretended not to think about there appearance. Instead, I focused on the issue at hand.

I knew instantly what was happening. Lilith had pulled another one of her little pranks on me. She had decided to make me less "weird' not by making me more like other people but making a couple of people more like me. I had to admit, Lilith was pretty clever.

"So tell her, this is a medical condition right? One that you know something about? And it can be reversed, right?" Wendy said desperately. I tried to think back to the day before, to remember all of the lies I'd told. I never thought I'd have to have total and complete recall on everything. I realized instantly that I was stuck. I'd told Wendy that the condition was reversible. What could I possibly tell her now? I was out of wishes. Tell her to sell her soul? No, I wouldn't do that. I had to lie more.

"Well, I know I said that," I started and Wendy looked nervous, "But I was sort of... making some of that up."

"What do you mean?" Wendy said.

"What you both talking about?" Gina said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

"Okay, so basically everything I told you was the truth," I lied, "but there is just one thing. The condition is only reversible in about 10% of cases. I went to the doctor last week and he told me that I was part of the 90%. I didn't want to say anything, I was embarrassed and a little in shock. I just sort of accepted it yesterday."

"Did you give this to us? Is it like...contagious?" Gina said, Wendy was already shaking her head. I just hoped neither of them was particularly good at math.

"No it is a rare congenital condition," Wendy said. I realized that my lie was pretty implausible. I'd told Wendy that 1 in 350,000 Caucasian female births had my condition. Now I wanted them to believe that there were 3 of those people just happening to be sleeping in the same house and, what's more, two of them started to show symptoms on the same night. I just hoped they were too shocked to figure out that the numbers didn't add up until I could think of something better.

"Yes, but it tends to occur in certain populations," I said, "Are either of you of German ancestry or Irish? That has something to do with it too" I said, naming the two largest ethnic groups in the United States. They nodded, and then I was struck by an idea "Also, lots of women have the genes for this, but they lie dormant. Sometimes atmospheric conditions or geological conditions can sort of activate them. Now I wonder if it has something to do with this house..." I said ominously.

"This is insane, I can't believe this!" Gina said. I didn't want them to think about whether they believed it, I needed to change the conversation.

"The doctor taught me how to tell if you are in the 90% who are irreversible or the 10% who are," I said, without any idea about what I was going to do. But that shut Gina up.

"How? Can you tell on us?" Wendy said.

"Yeah, check us out!" Gina said. Well, at least they weren't thinking about odds now. I looked at the two beautiful, half-naked girls in my room. My cock was still hard and my breasts felt like they were going to explode with milk. I had a mischievous idea. I still don't know if I was thinking about how best to protect my lies or if my hormones just refused to allow me to pass up this opportunity. But once I had the opportunity, I couldn't help but run with it.

"I will have to inspect your penises," I said calmly and professionally. Wendy blushed and Gina looked at her feet. I needed to push, "Look, if it will make you more comfortable, I will get naked too." I said. Then I pulled back my sheets and took off my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra and my breasts felt like they were sizzling when the fabric rode up over my nipples. I stood up on my bed and quickly slipped off my boy shorts. My cock was hard and, I thought absurdly proudly, bigger than what the other two girls would look like even if they got hard.

"It get's hard?" Gina said sounding scared.

"It's a penis," I said, trying to sound like the steely veteran, "They get hard. Let's not make this any stranger than it has to be. Now, come sit next to me," I said and patted either side of the bed next to me. Gina and Wendy looked at each other. Then Wendy walked over and sat on my left. Gina hesitated a moment and then sighed. She walked awkwardly, trying to prevent her cock from touching her body, and sat down on my right. Now I had to come up with something else.

"So, what is the prognosis," Wendy said. They both knew the odds were against them (although they didn't know how badly) and they sounded grave.

"I guess I need to check," I said, "Spread your legs a little, both of you." They were both sitting about a foot and a half away from me on either side and they spread their legs so that their knees touched mine. My legs were together, but my cock was sitting up tall, almost pressing against the top of my stomach. I don't know why, but just then, I was glad it was there. "Just relax, it won't hurt."

I put my hands on either of their thighs. Wendy's skin felt hot, like she had a fever while Gina's felt cold and clammy, like she was about to pass out. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to relieve their concerns, but maybe I could relieve them in some other way. I know now that the hormones were taking over, but at the time, these seemed like reasonable thoughts.

I moved my hands between their legs. For just a moment I thought, "STOP! You just said yesterday that this is a bad idea, you need to find a way to back out!" But then my hands touched Wendy's soft's spongy little cock and all thoughts left my head, not to bother me again for a long time. In a moment, my fingers wrapped around Gina's soft dick as well. I felt a shiver run down Wendy's body and I heard Gina gasp. I looked down at my hands. I squeezed their soft flesh and watched the little pink tips of their cocks expanded. I loosened my grip and watched them shrink down. My breasts ached and my cock throbbed between my legs.

"Can you tell?" Gina whispered. Then I remembered I was supposed to be looking for something. I moved my hands down and rattled their cute little balls around on my fingers. Then I then I ran my fingers up their urethra's putting my fingers over their shaking tips. I kept my eyes down. I wanted to see how they were reacting but I had to pretend I was looking for something.

Even without looking at them, I could tell that at least Wendy was reacting. As I once against squeezed the shaft of her cock, I realized that I could feel it stiffening in my hand. It felt so warm and pleasant when it was soft, but it felt ungodly sexual as it started to stiffen. At first, Gina's cock stayed soft. But then, I slowly started to stroke my hands up and down, sliding them around on their cocks. As I started to stroke, I felt Gina's cock start to harden as well. She noticed too.

"Oh God!" she said, " I am sorry!"

"Me too!" Wendy said, realizing now that getting an erection might be in bad form. I stopped stroking for a moment. It took all of my strength to do that. I like the way if felt, their knotted muscles under the soft skin. It felt so lovely to caress.

"No, it is alright. Like I said, it's a cock, it does that," I said, "I the test is a little... provocative."

"So... what's the word?" Wendy asked. I gave her a pained smile and then shook my head.

"See," I said grabbing each of their cocks between my thumb and forefingers, "It has all the signs of permanence that the doctor told me about." There were tears running down Gina's face now, so was mortified. I had to keep them focused, I didn't want this to devolve farther than it had to.

"Like what?" Wendy asked, sounding like she hoped I'd made a mistake. I decided to shift my attention over to Gina, try to get her out of her funk.

"See, look at Gina's cock," I said and her voice hitched. But she wiped tears out of her eyes and looked down. Then I realized I had to come up with something, "Okay, so do you see how the tip of her cock has a sort of cleft in the bottom?" I asked.

"All penises have that," Wendy said.

"Right, all penises have that, except for ones from our medical condition that are reversible. If this was reversible, then it would be perfectly round, like the top of a mushroom," It was surprising how easy this stuff was to bullshit. It had been pretty easy the day before too. I wondered for a moment if a lifetime of living completely inside of my head, creating elaborate fantasies, had somehow perfectly equipped me for just such an occasion. But I could focus on that, I heard Gina whimper and I decided to keep going. I reached down and gently stroked Gina's testicles again.

"Okay, so also, see how her balls hang?" I asked. And I looked at her cute little clean shaven balls, with a small smattering of freckles across them, and wondered what I'd say, "Okay, so if this were reversible, her scrotum would be much tighter. I mean it would sort of stick around her balls. But here, they just sort of hang" I reached down on Wendy's shaft, fingering her balls, "see Wendy's are like that too. And so are mine."

"Oh god!" Gina said. I then quickly moved my hand up and started to stroke both of their now hard cocks. Their skin felt so smooth and lovely I almost forgot I had to make a lie up about it. I just closed my eyes for a second and enjoyed the fun of it. My breasts were aching worse than ever now, but I had no idea what, if anything, I could do about it.

"What are you doing now?" Wendy asked helpfully. I tried, successfully, not to looked flustered.

"Right, so the really important way to tell is this: If I rub your cocks like this," I said and then kept jerking them for a second. I noticed that their breathing was coming more shallow and that they were moving their hips, without conscious thought, in time with my strokes, "And, I am sorry if this sounds crude, no pre-cum dribbles out, then it is reversible. But, look down at Wendy's cock, see there is a thin line of liquid dribbling out, and Gina has even more." And it was true, both girls were highly aroused, their cocks felt solid in my hands and I felt lightheaded. I didn't say anything else, but I quietly continued to stroke their cocks, moving slightly faster. I felt Wendy, especially, rocking with my motions and I could hear them breathing deeper. For a few seconds, I just stroked them. I heard Gina whimpering, then finally she spoke.

"Oh God Wendy, what are we going to do? Oh God!" Gina said, at first the question had been serious, but then it started to devolve into a passionate moan.

"I can't think right now, Gina, Christ!" Wendy moaned back. I bit my lower lip and kept on stroking them. I looked down at my own cock and pre-cum was dripping down it in almost unimaginable quantities. My cock ached and my breasts throbbed. But Wendy's moans seemed to awaken Gina to what was going one.

"Larissa?" she asked, "what are you doing?" For a second I felt nervous, but I didn't stop stroking their cocks. I looked up and saw that both Wendy and Gina were looking at me. But neither did anything stop me. I heard them panting and Wendy even squealed a little in delight. I stroked for a few more seconds, letting the sensation sink in before speaking.

"I have been through what you are experiencing before," I said, for the first time in a while not telling a lie, "I know what will make you girls feel a little better. Not normal, but better. Don't you want to feel good?" I said in a sexy voice. And as I said it, I squeezed their cocks a little harder.

"Larissa, oh baby!" Wendy moaned. I knew I had her, we still had a residual connection from the day before. But Gina looked at me. I could see the lust in her eyes, but I could also feel her natural aversion to...whatever was happening here. I'd kept them just interested enough in what I was talking about, giving time for their hormones, my pheromones, and the natural aphrodisiac on a woman's touch on a cock, to do its work. Wendy was there, but I didn't know if Gina was completely sold. Some of her brain still seemed to be working, questioning what was happening.

I kept stroking Wendy's cock. But I slid my hand one more time up the length of Gina's cock. My fingers were covered in her clear pre-cum. "If you need to stop, I can do that," I said. And with that I lifted my finger's to my mouth and started to lick the salty, clear pre-cum off my skin. It tasted incredible, somehow even better than my own and I groaned while I tasted it. But I kept my eyes on Gina (and my other hand stroking Wendy's cock) and she looked at me hungrily. Her pupils followed every move of my tongue and I saw her swallow hard, unable to control her body's reactions to my little ploy.

"If you really think it will help... with this condition," Gina said, barely above a whisper. Apparently, she needed to cloak her desires in playing doctor. But I didn't care. I wanted her almost as bad as I wanted Wendy again. I nodded, licked my fingers one last time, and then returned my warm palm to her turgid shaft. Her body shivered when I, once again, came in contact with her.

I then started stroking her cock again in earnest. I quickly kicked up the pace until I was stroking both their cocks at the same rate. They were both moaning now and writhing on the bed. They didn't speak and both had their eyes closed. They were completely engrossed in what they were experiencing. And so was I. I felt my body aching for a touch to complement my own, but I wanted to so badly to feel their bodies jolt to life with orgasm that I barely thought about it.