"Damn, I was all in, Miles," Kevin complained.
"Well, I'm not, cous'" the other man said, gesturing to an incredibly long cock that went all the way to his knee, secured to his left thigh with a red leather strap. "Still have my lucky garter."
Kevin snorted. "If you say so. You must be the only warlock who had a size-queen fairy at his christening."
Miles grinned. "Actually, it was a satyr. 'May he be better hung than me!' Scandalized the hell out of my mother, but I'm certainly not complaining."
"So, magical clothes, huh? I take it the sandals are for walking on water?"
"Yep," Kevin said. "The shirt is bulletproof, and the shorts are glamoured to show off your ass."
"And the athletic supporter and cup?"
Kevin grinned. "The athletic supporter really is an athletic supporter--it's my old coach. And the cup is some guy who found out I was a warlock."
Miles frowned. "You can't do a memory charm to save your life, can you?"
Kevin shrugged. "And the wicked fairy at my christening cursed me to be kinky. Not that that's a curse, for me. The warlock's council can't prosecuting for wearing mortals as underwear."
Miles frowned more. "Whereas with me..."
Kevin grinned.
Miles sighed, undoing his garter and looking annoyed as he took his enormous cocking in both hands, and you think he's going to start jacking off all over you, until he waves his erect shaft over the pile of clothes and you and cries, "By my mighty rod, I abjure thee, resume thy natural form!"
You and coach Alan both become human again, and Miles turns to Kevin. "How long have you been wearing them?"
Kevin grins. "Coach Alan for a couple years. The other guy, just the past day or so."
Miles points his rod of power at Coach Alan. "Since I cannot undo two years of memory fully, please pardon my cousin, remembering this only as an evil dream, mixed with the far more likely memory of having been abducted by aliens for the past two years, how subjected you to daily anal probes." Miles grins. "On the plus side, the aliens buffed you up and made your prick grow almost as magnificent as mine, so you may now make your living as athlete or pornstar."
As he said it, Coach Alan's cock began to expand until it was nearly down to his knees while his muscles buffed up, leaving him looking like a bodybuilder pornstar.
"Go," Miles ordered. "Enjoy what you can of your life, but forget all about me and as much as you can of my cousin."
Silently, Coach Alan went to the front door and left, looking dazed.
Miles then turns to you, extending his magic rod. "Touch my rod and make a wish, and if it's in my power, I will grant it. A fair trade for me taking away your memory afterwards."
"Wish for something kinky," Kevin suggests. "It's a lot more fun that way. The old biddies at Miles christening gave Miles some Kindness and Generosity along with that huge rod, but once he's promised something, he can't back out of it."
"Quiet," Miles shushes Kevin.
Anything you wish, if it's in the warlock's power? What will you wish for?