Someone Else's Desire 1 - TG Caption

"You want to be more womanly? Is that it? That’s what you came to me for? Because I can make that happen. It is, after all, my specialty. But is that all you want? And before you answer, you might as well know you’ll be compelled to tell me the truth. It’s just one of the little perks I get from the summoning," the demon ended his little speech.

"What!?" Marcus yelled. "No! I don’t want to be a woman, I want help with my taxes. The IRS is going to absolutely screw me this year!"

"Are you kidding? You summoned a demon to…what? Help you cheat on your taxes? You know, we have entire departments for that. Too bad for you, I don't work there."

"What do you mean? You’re supposed to grant my wish aren’t you?"

"What am I, a genie? You summoned a demon, dumbass. I don’t grant wishes, I broker deals and negotiate desires. But if-“

"We’ll then I 'desire' your help on my taxes!"

"Don’t interrupt me again, mortal. I said I negotiate desires, I didn’t say they would be 'your' desires."

"What!? That’s stupid. I’m hardly going to pay for someone else’s wish or desire or whatever the hell you want to call it!"

"Really aren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you? You prepaid, so to speak, when you summoned me. Don't you pay attention to details? I can’t imagine why you’re having trouble with your IRS…Now, how should you be compensated for your generous offering?"

"THIS IS BULLSH-"

"Quiet! That’s more than enough from you, and congratulations, you’ve managed to annoy me. Remember that specialty I mentioned? You’re about to become intimately familiar with it. Now let’s take a look at some of the past desires I’ve encountered. Here’s an easy one, from a man who spent most of his life as a hulking mass of muscle."

{I hate being bigger than everyone else. I want to be short and skinny.} Marcus heard the disembodied words, but didn’t fully understand what was happening until his perspective started shifting downward. He already had to look up at the demon's face, so he watched, disturbed as it moved further and further away. There was no pain, but there was an unpleasant crunching as his bones shrank and condensed. Equally disturbing was the sensation of his middle hollowing out. The small amount of flab he carried melted away, followed by his arms and legs thinning to a ridiculous degree. He felt weak, small. It was… not as terrible as he would have expected.

"An excellent start, but why stop there?" the demon laughed as he spoke. "What’s next?"

{I hate my skinny ass and hips. I want the kind of curves that make heads turn when I walk away.} A pressure built in Marcus’s lower back and his hands flew to the spot, pressing down until… (POP!) Something gave, and the bottom part of his spine arched backwards, jutting his own flat ass out behind him, not that it stayed flat for long. The area where femur met hip reconfigured and his pelvis stretched wide, then wider still, creating the perfect framework for lean muscle to grow. But this was all preparation for the main event. Muscle and bone were soon covered by multiple forming layers of soft, supple cushioning. As they formed, gravity latched on to the expanding mass, fighting his newly enhanced musculature and weighing him down. The feminine fat overflowed his now bulging ass, trickling down to thickening thighs that nearly swallowed an unimpressive manhood, all but hiding it away from the world. Marcus's lower half was left more a caricature of the female form than any he’d seen in reality. 

And then the changes stopped. From the waist up Marcus exemplified a skinny, unimpressive, male. Below that he could only technically be called a ‘he.’ His lower half had the appearance of some old world fertility goddess with hips twice as wide as his torso and a heavy ass that bulged backwards obscenely. Marcus shifted, and it was a near seismic event. A wave of motion flowed through the soft yet surprisingly and impossibly firm curves, echoing back and forth, making Marcus intimately aware of the strange new shape that was at once so alien and yet incredibly familiar as a parody of half the world's population. 

"My, my, I may have already outdone myself this time. I’m tempted to leave you as you are, Marcus, forever trapped in-between. But I’m not that type of cruel. No, I say we continue. Unless, of course, you want to stop here? If so, just say the word."

Marcus swallowed audibly, his heart beating fast with fear and, he hated to admit, more than a little excitement. His hands came to rest naturally on a pair of ridiculously wide hips and still, the silence stretched until finally, quietly, he asked...

"What’s next?"