What follows is a collection of short stories I wrote in the "Monkey's Paw" thread at boards.4chan.org/d/catalog. In this thread, anons post a wish, and other anons grant their wish with a lewd twist. Lines with the angle bracket(>) are the prompts and the rest are my responses. I had a lot of fun writing these and thought I would share them here. 

> I wish that when I am touched, I become that person's fantasy person/object.

Granted! You are now a 10mm socket.

Just kidding. You become the wealthiest, most exclusive escort in the world. People hire you for nights of pleasure where you become their favorite porn stars or actresses. Others hire you for scintillating conversation. Some hire you to be "a doctor who can cure my cancer." Some people hire you to look like their spouses so they can have a threesome with two of their spouses, or so they can be cucked by their clone. NASA hires you to be a teleporter to Mars, sometimes. Then there are those who hire you to fulfill their strangest sexual fantasy. You become a futa, or have six breasts, or a cat girl, or a ten foot amazon. At one time you are pregnant with 10 babies. At another times you weigh over 1,000.

You begin to lose a sense of yourself. You haven't been your original self in years. You can't even remember what it was like not to be someone else's fantasy.

One day, someone out of your past appears. A friend from your youth. You had a crush on them but never acted on it. They touch you (now in the form of a hoverboard) and you become human again. You look in the mirror and see a face you haven't seen in years: your own. You feel the crooked teeth with your tongue, look at the old scars on your hands, the pock marks from acne, the little bit of fat around the middle you could never lose.

"Why?" You ask. "You could make me be anything."

"Because my fantasy was always you," they reply.

You start to cry and they hold you tightly. You begin a relationship. You still use your ability to make a living, but only becoming useful objects or skilled people. And at the end, your love is there to bring you back to yourself again.

Of course, that's not the only form they make you take. They have a kinky side, after all. But they still like the original you the best.

>I wish to be a chonky woman who's also an expert martial artist.

Granted. As a little girl in Japan, you loved watching sumo wrestlers. You were always overweight, but seeing these obese men treated as celebrity athletes filled you with hope. You wanted to do that to, but you were devastated when you heard women weren't allowed to compete. There was a woman's league, but it didn't have the same respect. You wouldn't let that discourage you, so you started working out. You became strong, stronger than 99% of Japanese men. You could never quite lose the extra weight though. It started with sports nutrition, but you developed a love of cooking and eating that good food. You were fat, no doubt about it, but underneath that fat was muscle. Your biceps rippled. You could bench press 200kg. But you were definitely a pear. Your ass was so juicy you struggled to fit through doorways, but you could squat 300kg! Not that your breasts were left out, each was the size of your head! And that sports nutrition must have worked for you, because you were 185 cm when you stopped growing.

You were the strongest onna-zumo (woman sumo wrestler) in Japan. You wanted to prove yourself against the men, but women were banned from their rings. You upped the ante by offering yourself as a prize to any man who beat you. Finally, one of the lower sumo challenged you. You beat him handily and as your prize, forced him to eat you out. Eventually others challenged you. You beat them, too, and they ate you out. You worked your way up the ranks of the sumo men, stealing their honor and forcing them to bow before you. Some of them were disgraced and retired from sumo. Some fell in love with you and discovered a humiliation kink. The matches became harder and harder. They lasted longer and longer, but you still won every time.

Finally you faced down the champion sumo, the greatest of all Japan. He was a man of honor, and quite handsome for such a heavy man. He was your greatest struggle of your entire career, and took almost the entire four minutes, but you beat him. You were the strongest and greatest sumo in all Japan! You had achieved the dream of that little girl all those years ago.
The former sumo champion asked you to marry him, for he had fallen in love with you. You declined him and married the owner of your favorite ramen shop. You had saved him from bullies in high school and you had been inseparable ever since. You two swore a pact to get married when you became the greatest sumo wrestler and when he became the greatest ramen chef. His story will not be told here, but he succeeded and you both got married.

You opened a dojo for teaching women how to fight. You and your husband had nine daughters, all of whom became champions in different sports and martial arts.

>I wish I was reborn as a plump-bodied futanari with incestuous, plump-bodied futa parents.

Granted. Your parents are a pair of sisters who were the only survivors of a cataclysm that wiped out the rest of humanity. They knew that it would be up to them to ensure the survival of the human race. Unfortunately, there were no men left. Fortunately, one of the sisters happened to be the world's most gifted genetic engineer. She reengineered their bodies to have fat cocks (they were both size queens) and huge balls full of sperm, sure of impregnating each other. They also removed all the recessive genes for congenital defects they had. They knew that humanity needed to expand quickly to have any chance of surviving, so they increased both their sex drives, knowing that would pass to their children. They increased their natural strength and energy so they could take care of all their children while pregnant. They increased their breast size to feed all the children they would have to feed.

The human body evolved to not use energy it didn't need in case of times of starvation, but this wasn't a problem. The other sister happened to be the world's foremost expert in automated farming, so all their food needs were taken care of. So much so that they chubbed up.

So they got down to fucking. When they weren't eating or sleeping, they were fucking. Within a month they were both pregnant, one with twins and the other with triplets. Their increased fertility ensured that their pregnancies were never less than twins, and often more. Their increased sex drives ensured that they were usually pregnant within a month of giving birth. These two factors combined meant that, as you were one of the first of their children to be born, by the time you reached puberty, you had 69 sisters (nice).

Your mothers forgot something. All the changes they made to themselves would double in their daughters. When you and your sisters arrived at puberty, you were all chubby and had foot-and-a-half long cocks as thick as coffee mugs, balls the size of softballs, breasts as big as basketballs, and twice the libido of the horniest pre-apocalyptic teenage boy.

As soon as each of you was fertile, you got down to fucking. Whether it was your sister's or your mothers, you didn't care. You were soon pregnant as well; whether by one of your sisters or your mothers, you didn't know and didn't care. In fact, a genetic quirk made you even more horny (amazingly still possible) while pregnant.

A few genetic tweaks by your mother had made pregnancy and birth as easy and painless as going to the bathroom. After giving birth, because you spent most of your adult life pregnant, you spent the next 40 years lactating. There were so many babies around, and so many lactating mothers, that nursing was shared. If a baby was crying and her mother wasn't around, one of her aunts, or her older sisters, or even her grandmother would start nursing her. Breasts tended to hang down to a woman's hips and each breast would give a gallon or more of milk a day.

Your mothers' plan to repopulate the earth was a success. By the time one of their descendants (including you) hit menopause, she would have given birth to an average of 150 babies. She would have knocked up and been knocked up by one of her sisters, cousins, aunts, mothers, daughters, nieces, and in many cases her grandmothers, granddaughters, great-aunts, and grandnieces.

No one paired off any more; fucking had practically replaced hugging and handshakes. Some grouped up into smaller pods, but there was no such thing as exclusivity. Everyone fucked everyone else. You were all one big, fat, horny, pregnant, sexy, incestuous extended family, and humanity lived on.

>I wish I was a woman with wholesome monsters as my lovers.

Granted
You grew up in a small village on the edge of civilization. You were always told not to go into the dark woods, that there were monsters who took girls and raped them, but circumstances forced your hand. The local lord was captivated by your beauty and wanted you to come be his lover, but you refused as he was fat, twice your age, and you heard he was cruel to the women he took in. After your father died, there was no one left to protect you. The lord sent his soldiers (ruffians, really) to take you. You ran from them into the only place they wouldn't follow: the dark woods.

You lost count of how long you wandered in the dark woods, as they always seemed in a state of perpetual twilight. A young man appeared and asked if you needed help. He looked younger than you, and a little shorter. He seemed harmless so you went with him. He took you to his cabin and fed you dinner. At night you went outside and as the moon rose, he took on a the lupine form of a werewolf. But to your amazement, so did you! And you were in heat. You rubbed up against him and presented your backside to him. He mounted you and went at it, his knot holding him in place. You two went at it for hours until you fell asleep together in the grass.

You woke early, mortified at what happened. You grabbed your dress and snuck away. You made your way to a river where you drank some water. A man with blue skin popped out of the water. He had fins and flippers and gills on his neck. You felt a sharp pain in your neck and realized you were having trouble breathing. You touched your neck and felt gills of your own. He held out his hand to you. Confused, you took it and were pulled underwater, where you could breathe. He was surprised at your transformation, but he was very kind to you, and showed you how to swim and find food underwater. He was smooth (like shark skin) and you fell for him a little. You made love in a shallow pool under the stars.

You awoke early, more confused than ever. You slipped out of the water, marvelling as your gills closed up and your flippered feet turned back into those of a human. You wandered in the woods naked now, as your dress had washed away some time in the previous day. You soon found yourself in a darker part of the woods. You heard a chittering above you and saw the largest spider you'd ever seen, with the torso of a well-sculpted human male jutting out of the spider's head. Without thinking, you found your body scuttling up the tree, having turned into an arachne as well. The male arachne was surprisingly gentle and dextrous as he showed you skillful use of bondage in lovemaking.

In the morning you felt a paw batting you on the face and opened your eyes to see a black cat pawing at you. You were a human again, naked on the forest floor. The cat turned as if to go, but looked back and meowed at you. You decided to follow it. After a few minutes the cat dashed behind a tree and emerged from the other side as a cat boy twink, still with black skin and cat ears and a tail. Your ears itched and you reached up to scratch them to find that your ears had become cat ears! He came up to you and rubbed up against you, purring the whole time. He licked you with his sandpaper tongue. Just like when you were a wolf, you were in heat again and bared yourself to him. As he thrust inside you, you could feel the barbs on his penis and you howled in pain and pleasure.

When he finished he turned back into a cat and led you to another cabin in the woods. In the cabin you met a kindly old woman who introduced herself as the witch of the woods. After examining you, she deduced that you had some changeling blood in you, and that you would become a beautiful version of whatever creature you were looking at. She took you on as an apprentice. During the day you learned magic and alchemy, and at night you snuck out to visit one of your many lovers.

The lord was not happy, and sent soldiers in to capture you and bring you back.

But they all got caught by horny monster girls.

>I wish I was a cute goth futa fetish for being pregnant, and lots of fuckbuddies to help me live out my perma-preg fantasies

You always wanted to be pregnant. Your mothers were a pair of horny futanari constantly knocking each other up. For as long as you could remember, one or both of your mothers was almost always pregnant. To you, being a woman/futa meant being pregnant, and you wanted it, badly. You also knew the consequences of pregnancy, since you had over 30 sisters before you turned 18. Like all of your siblings, you quickly became proficient at caring for babies. While you were good at it, you just didn't feel like you were ready for it. You loved them, you really did, but sometimes it became too much and got in the way of the playing you knew you were supposed to be doing as a young person. You needed a refuge sometimes.

You and your sisters were outcasts at school. People in small towns tended to be religious and have large families, but yours was too much. And when word got around that you were futas, no one wanted anything to do with you. The only people who would take you in were the goths and other outcasts. You fell in love with the culture and its view of beauty in suffering.

Unfortunately, you were still a horny teenage futa. You did your best to avoid getting pregnant and having kids, masturbating every night and even getting in a few quick wanks at school during lunch breaks. Then one night you got drunk with your friends and lost your inhibitions. Your desire to get pregnant took over, and you begged your guy friends to knock you up, even that asshole, Kyle. You can't remember who made the first move, but they all ended up doing you. Some of them were hesitant at first about doing a chick with a dick (especially since yours was the biggest in the group), but when they saw how into it you were, they got on board. You moaned the whole time, and they loved watching your penis ejaculate all over your body when you came, and had a competition to see who could make you come the most. Kyle may have been an asshole, but he did get you off five times and won.

Within a few weeks, you realized you were pregnant. You were both excited and terrified. Excited because you were now fulfilling your dream of being pregnant, and terrified because this meant you were going to become a mother and you knew all the responsibilities that came along with that. Your mothers were disappointed with you, but were willing to help you any way you could.

School was even worse. You had gotten pregnant near the beginning of senior year and your entire class got to see you develop before graduation. Some of the bitchy cheerleaders joked that you'd stopped wearing your ubiquitous corset that you'd gotten yourself knocked up, and their jeering got even worse as your obviously pregnant belly started to swell under your looser dresses and shirts. The joke would soon be on them, though; you knew of at least five of them who got knocked up before graduation and got kicked off the squad.

You had another problem: you weren't sure if it was pregnancy hormones or because you were finally realizing your fetish, but you were at least twice as horny as you'd been before you were pregnant. You rushed to the bathrooms when the bell rang and were sometimes late to class. Those bitchy cheerleaders said it was probably morning sickness, but you were going there to jack off your 11" cock that seemed to get stiff when every time you remembered you were pregnant. When you were with your friends, whenever you made eye contact with one of the boys he knew it was time to go into another room and stuff your pussy with his cock. Even that asshole, Kyle, when he realized that he might be the father of your child. You didn't mind as much as you'd thought, because he was really good at what he did in the bedroom.

Three of the bitchy cheerleaders who'd gotten kicked off of the team also got kicked out of their homes, their asshole parents claiming if they were old enough to get pregnant, they were old enough to have babies, they were old enough to take care of themselves. Their asshole boyfriends didn't want anything to do with them, either. You took pity on them and realized that they were products of their upbringing. You invited them to come stay with your huge family, as despite the numbers there was plenty of room. Two of them accepted, while the third moved in with her 25 year old dick of a cradle robber boyfriend. The two dipped into the goth culture with you and you joked that the three of you formed a pregnant coven. You ended up becoming friends, and because there was no chance of knocking them up, you fucked them, too. That was how you lost your penile virginity. At first you fell into the trap that a lot of people with big dicks do and assumed that having a big dick was enough to get a girl off. Fortunately, they weren't just sluts, they were experienced sluts and knew what they wanted. Under their tutelage you became proficient at getting girls off. It turned out that having a pussy made it easier to know how to please a pussy. You were glad of it, too. As your pregnancy progressed, you found that having a pregnant belly in the way made it harder to masturbate. Not impossible, mind you, just more awkward.

Finally you all graduated, waddling across the stage in your robes to collect your diplomas. In only a couple months you would be giving birth, the pregnant dream would be over, and you'd be a mommy. You poured out your fears to Anita, your BFF who had gotten you into the goth culture. She told you she had a solution, for a price. She explained that she was not just a goth, but a witch of a long line of witches. She knew of a spell that could pause a pregnancy once it was completed. The fetus would stop growing and would remain in the mother until she was ready to give birth. There were a couple of side effects. The first is that once the fetus was mature, the mother would be able to get pregnant again. The second side effect is that her breasts would grow for each baby she had in her. You accepted these risks and asked what her price was. She said she wanted you to knock her up. She'd been in love with you for years and wanted to have your babies. You accepted her price and took her right there. You used all the skills the ex-cheerleaders had taught you and made her cum at least 12 times before you lost count.

Soon Anita was pregnant and came to live with your family. She prepared an amulet for you to wear on a necklace around your neck that prevented birth until you took it off. She prepared them for the ex-cheerleaders, too, as they weren't quite ready to be mothers, either.

Before Kyle left for Yale (his father was wealthy, Kyle was just the black sheep of the family) he came to visit you. He asked you to wait for him. You asked him how much he cared, and he knocked you up again.

So you grew, and grew, and grew. Soon the ex-cheerleaders, Betty and Cindy, reached full-term and you knocked them up again, too. When Anita reached full-term you knocked her up and she continued to grow. If anything, you got even hornier. You did your best to have sex with your "coven harem," but it was hard to thrust with a belly essentially full of twins. Sometimes you had to stop and catch your breath. It was even harder since you all had to help around the family farm with your growing bellies and breasts. Anita prepared some potions that made your backs and legs stronger to carry the weight. It made your asses and thighs bulge, but it did the job. Even then, you felt like the only times you could really get off were when Kyle visited on his breaks and thrust into you hard enough to make you scream and cover your pregnant belly with your own cum. As you reached full term with your second baby, Anita prepared another amulet for you, as well as one for herself. You knocked her up with her second baby right before Kyle came home to visit and knocked you up with your third. By this point, your breasts were larger than softballs. While you wondered how long this would go on, you reveled in your belly getting larger.

It took a few more years. Kyle graduated on time, but a Yale MBA still takes five years. Right before he graduated, Anita, barely mobile with six babies in her, clasped the seventh charm to your necklace, and when Kyle visited you after graduation, he put the eighth baby in you. You were officially an octomom! Your belly stretched past your knees and your breasts were the size of volleyballs. Anita's potions had done their work to keep you mobile, and you officially had thunder thighs, with each ass cheek the size of a basketball. You couldn't remember when you were last able to touch your belly button, and penile masturbation was next to impossible.

Kyle told you that when he told his dad that he wanted to marry you, he threatened to disown him for even mentioning "that knocked up dick girl tramp." You cried and he held you. He said that he'd made some friends at Yale who were planning a new company. It had the potential to be big, but it might take a couple more years. You said you'd wait, but you needed one more thing. You loved Anita, Betty, and Cindy. They were all full of your babies, and you wanted to provide for them. Kyle said that he wanted you to be happy, and if that meant caring for the coven harem, so be it.

Having to provide for four women with so many babies meant Kyle had to work longer to get the company to a point where he could support you all. It took him four years. When he finally proposed, you were full term with twelve babies. Your breasts were matching your ass at the size of basketballs. You and your coven were supposed to be on bed rest, but somehow you managed to continue knocking them up. Anita was near full term with 11 and Betty and Cindy were holding steady at 8 each. They weren't quite as excited about being knocked up as you and Anita were. They still loved you, though. They just preferred to blow you to get you off.

In a few months, you married Kyle. You and Anita were both pregnant with 13 babies, which she was excited about. It turns out that 13 is a magical number for witches, and she was able to channel that into enough magic to allow you and her to move around, if awkwardly. Your bellies were big enough to rest on the ground if you just squatted a bit. Your asses were so big they got caught in doorways. Kyle paid for a custom wedding dress for you, and bridesmaids dresses for your coven. In tasteful black, of course. All 40+ sisters of yours were there. He was so handsome on your wedding day you thought you would cream your dress. Kyle thought of everything and had a mansion built with double-wide doorways for your entire coven/harem. Your wedding night was amazing. He fucked you until he couldn't any more, and then he sucked you off. While your belly and tits rested on the bed, he deep throated you, his nose rubbing against your egg-sized balls.

Finally, it was time for you all to give birth. The midwives were gathered, and in a special ceremony led by Anita, your amulets were removed. Immediately your breasts surged forward and started dripping milk, and you all went into labor at once. With Anita's magic, the deliveries went easily. Within a few hours you were all the proud parents of 42 children, which Kyle said was an auspicious number, though he refused to elaborate. They were mostly girls, with a few futas and a few boys between you and Kyle, and from Betty's first pregnancy. With the increased size due to your milk coming in, Anita's and your breasts were big enough to rest in your laps when you sat. It was a good thing you were already stronger from her magic, because you needed it just to carry them. You wanted to breastfeed, but your nipples were too big for tiny mouths to latch to. You all had to settle for pumping and feeding your babies from bottles. 42 babies was a lot, but fortunately you had a lot of loving sisters who were willing to help.

Of course, it wasn't long before you were all pregnant again, but Betty and Cindy made Anita give you all magical birth control so you were all only pregnant with one baby each for the next few years. Then you "forgot" to use it and got even bigger, and the cycle continued. You spent the majority of your adult life pregnant, with huge milky breasts and an ass that filled two chairs at a time. You loved it.

