Careful What You Wish For (Futa/M, FemDom/M)

Story by archer15

Hello all, here is the beginning for new story I've been working on. The majority is femdom on male, though futa on male is included. This is just part one and I can't say I'm certain if it will ever get past part one. If it does continue it will also become futa/f, f/f, m/f, and possibly a few others.

I've taken a somewhat different approach to writing this story. It is written as if it is a transcript of an audio recording. Not sure if that approach is going to work or I should have stuck with a more standard 1st or 3rd person perspective.

If you like it let me know or I'll fall back to writing one of the fan fiction stories I either have going or mean to start.

Did you bring what I requested? No, sorry, don't say anything. I can see that you have it. I've heard that your company is well known for their reliability. I have to admit that I'm nervous. Even after six months I still get nervous.

I suppose I should set the scene. I'm backstage at the Miss Universe pageant. This isn't like any beauty pageant I was ever aware of before. Sure there was the swimsuit and evening gown phase, but the talent competition is totally different. They've narrowed it down to six competitors now and are preparing for the final talent event. Six men, a rare commodity, have been brought up on stage. They're tied down across a table and behind them the six remaining women are strutting around showing off their designer strapons. Well, except for Miss Russia, she's showing off her futa cock.

The winner will be decided by a number of factors. Presentation, walk, choice of outfit and, as they like to call it here, instrument. Miss Brazil is the favorite, as usual, dressed in an all leather dominatrix outfit with a foot long dildo covered with some painful looking bumps. To me, that's a little cliche. Never really cared for leather. I prefer Miss Italy's naughty nurse outfit or Miss America's farm girl attire.

What am I doing here? Well, I'm the prize. Which is why those two Amazonians are standing behind you. To make sure I don't escape. Though I suspect they hope that I'll try.

Can you believe they kept the word Amazonian? I mean, it has no context in this world, yet everyone knows what it means. That should be a paradox that brings this whole place down. I've asked people about it and they just shrug their shoulders. Sorry, that's getting off track.

I guess I should go back to the beginning. This is my story about how I changed the world, after all.

There's a really depressing beginning to how this all happened, but I know that's not the part that will interest anyone. It was a Friday night, my girlfriend had just dumped me and I had driven up to the Point. It's a place where you can see the entire town and, as you might guess from its name, has a rather steep edge. Even with my limited story, you should know what I was planning to do.

It was at the park that I met her. The genie. Well, she said genie wasn't quite accurate, but I never clarified. Her name began with an A, she only told me once, and it was hard to remember. Anyway, she said I got one wish, not three. We talked for awhile, I really felt like I had nothing to lose so I didn't mind haggling, and eventually I learned that if I wanted to make one really complex wish I could do so.

"I want to be the most attractive, desirable male in the world. I don't want my body to have changed in anyway, but I want women to want me more than anything they've ever seen."

That wasn't entire wish. That was just the first part. I should have known from her smile that I wasn't going to get what I wanted. It would probably be best to tell you the first thing that happened to me before I tell you the rest of the wish. From the moment the wish finished I knew something was different. It's hard to describe. It isn't like the world changed in front of my eyes. I was still standing on the Point looking out over the town. The town still looked the same. Yet I knew the world was different.

I jumped back in my car and took off speeding toward my ex-girlfriend's house. I was picturing her falling over herself wanting to take me back. I was of mixed feelings about what to do. Part of me wanted just dump her outright so she could feel the same pain I did. Which, by the way, I told the genie and she just rolled her eyes and said she heard it all before. Another part of me wanted to make her do every depraved sex act that had ever crossed my mind. I was dreaming of a blowjob followed by fucking her virgin ass. And that would just be the start. It would be mostly the latter, not that it ended up being my choice.

Sorry, I'm off track again. Like I said, as I was driving my mind was on other things. Also, I was probably speeding. A lot

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