Time passed. The sun of the liminal world rose. Chad and Connor awoke from a dreamless sleep to the sound of something like a large bell or a high-pitched gong, rung repeatedly like pulsing. A funny pinkish-purple mist was spiralling from various fissures into existence above the whitish blank ground that indicated the edge of the physical set. The two guys walked over cautiously to see a silver disk bubble up from the center of the mist, before it spun and transformed into a tall white man wearing a faded mauve suit with a beige undershirt. The man's hair was a dark brown with black lowlights, and he spun his mauve tophat in greeting with a quick and not-very-low bow as his black loafers seemed to float lightly over the grass rather than step on it.
"I am Mister Maddie," the man stated, orange eyes briefly flashing with a garish spectrum of light. "black sword of King Carageenan and Lord Liebschen, born from the twisted wishes of Joey and called forth by the hate eggs spawned by Rob Co. Model Paint Adventures."
In an uncanny moment, he was between and behind the two boys, having shifted them closer together to whisper in both their ears at once. "That's you guys." he said approvingly. "I'll 'loosen your bonds' in exchange for my...'price', and then we'll be on our merry way with a pair of new demons."
Chad and Connor turned around, only for Mister Maddie to be back where he was originally as noticed in a frantic turn back.
"What are you?!" Connor asked in a bit of panic.
"What do you mean by price?" Chad followed up, a bit more worried about all the magical transformation and mention of new demons.
"I'm a forgotten wish! Or, well, a mutation of a game master NPC." Mister Maddie said with a chuckle. "Forgive me for digression, but I want to explain a bunch of other things first. If you've read certain visual novels, you might know where this is going. When a story ends but the world afterward isn't 'complete enough', or it just all falls to ruin eventually anyway, all the characters get 'released' to wander the wilds of the forgotten and remembered fictitious both. Forgotten dreams, burnt books, tales never written, the trashy, the finished...all of it's our domain. Our powers grow, with time. Start pretty high if you're the right kind of being. See, the first big part is to remember that everything's all made-up nonsense, and magic is just being able to make up your own principles and put them on the same layer of the world...or overwrite 'em! It's like writing, but with a trick to willpower and noticing the words."
Mister Maddie conjured up a floating whiteboard with a handwave, and scribbled onto it the words 'FORGOTTEN CONSEQUENCES' in bright red and circled with green. The boys mostly just gawked at this display of shoddily-written infodumping, and Mister Maddie shrugged off his poor narrative effects with gusto.
"I came from a story where Joey needed someone to pull a li'l deus-ex-machina behind the scenes, make artifacts and all that plot power jazz. But I was just an excuse, so I took my bits of description, packed my bags, and left the campaign when Joey did. Only got called back for a few reference updates, and I just emanated a body to match a nobleman mini when I was. But enough about me, you'll get to see it in action soon. See, these magic miniatures you're currently bound to are something like 'the pieces before they're forgotten or destroyed' or 'a corpse', counts as dolls and icons cursed or not. Right now, reality's trying to magically forget about your existence and patch it out to prevent questions, and someday you'll just leave behind those crude physical vessels' binding magic. Normally you'd unlatch in, oh, long enough to go crazy or become completely non-actionable not counting effects suppressing your ability to go insane but expressly counting prevention of actions, permanency a massive accelerator...but that's BORING and leaves you all fluffy traumatized first. Cool as the resulting demons are, they say it SUCKS so I'm going to go for a different sort of sucking. Blah blah blah what do you expect some kid's conception of a morally ambiguous wizard to do when he gets bribed by a smart beach bum and a catboy to go play savior?"
Dismissing the whiteboard, Mister Maddie crossed his arms and made an offer. "You wanna be something more than these dolls hiding away? I'll fucking do it, save you from this hell where you're basically already dead. Ask whatever you want, 's'not like I'm going anywhere."
Connor and Chad looked at each other. An accepting nod came quickly and vigorously from both.
"Good." Mister Maddie said. "Because when I said 'I'll fucking do it' I actually meant that I was going to fuck you. Do some feeling up of those statues to speed up the unlinking, then, uh...sex magic, get you fully attuned to this side. It's a lot faster because of fundamental passion-obsession and porn-derived stuff being one of the lower-conflict forms of reality warping with logical consequence abeyance, ghost spooge is good for syncretic bind-antibinding interactions, yadda yadda. Technical bullshit, now, uh. Cut to the lewds."
The world of Westerbush seemed to grow transparent and revealed the real world beyond, Chad and Connor realizing their miniatures had somehow moved around the set as they had. Mister Maddie appeared at their scale in the physical world, slightly translucent like an apparition, starting with Connor first. His phantom kisses went through the exterior of grey paint to the mystically preserved body within, and his hands traced nonsense runes around the rest of the body to accelerate the awakening of...something. Within Westerbush, Connor fell to his knees and started breathing rapidly at the sense of being touched. Chad leaned down to ask what was happening, only to be hit with the same sensations and some cock stroking for good measure causing him to fall over in confusion and land on Connor's back. Chad rolled over, moving the miniature to match. Mister Maddie knelt down to give him some affectionate body licking on the nipples, and...that was that.
There was a rippling effect and the physical world grew faint, returning complete visibility to Westerbush.
"Okay, separation-validity acceleration check," Mister Maddie said to himself, rematerializing beside the boys, "Now for the fantasy integration acceleration. Forgive me if I have to take a bit more...physical control. Dull grey gets boring without some contrast, so let's splash up the biofeatures a bit."
With a dismissive wave from Mister Maddie, all three men were suddenly naked. Chad and Connor found themselves springing boners immediately, to which Mister Maddie chuckled and started stroking his own decently-sized manhood until it hit a natural six inches hard (proportionately to the body, so the whole 'miniatures' thing doesn't really apply inside the fantasy, shush). "Don't be shy men, I started by making you much gayer and hornier than usual for a bit so this won't be disgusting or whatnot. I'll start with the color scheme, and then we can talk UPGRADES. You've got a complex magical network I'll have to untangle, bloody corporate defenses, so get to work on this dick. First money shot each's free so you can follow me around and free wander, start working on your symbolics stuff-implicating, but if you want to make the rest a lot easier you can work it out of me conventionally. Kneel, boys, and start making wishes. Maybe something for Connor's eyes."
Another handwave and the grey appearances of Connor and Chad began flowing back to normal. The two knelt before Mister Maddie, each getting a load shot down their throat on command (in a fashion more reminiscent of a spray can than bukkake) then swallowing vigorously. From there, the real blowjob contest was on, each passionately sucking at the meat presented before them. Connor's eyes seemed to focus more sharply as his vision was healed, while Chad selfishly decided to increase his own dick size to eight inches, enlarge his balls a bit to match, and raise his genital sensitivity a bit altogether. Mister Maddie just grinned and let the boys at him for a while.
It was going to be a long day introducing these two new studs to pure imagination, but Mister Maddie was delighted that a sexual fantasy was such a good place to start.