I saw a stack of DVD’s sitting on the corner of a desk. The desk itself was here in the carpeted section of the room, so I did not feel as if I would intrude upon Dennis’s privacy. I was slightly surprised to find that the stack of DVD’s were all porno movies. I judged from looking at the cases that they were of a cheap quality. I noticed that they were all produced by the same company, which was called New Desire Productions. I had to giggle about Dennis having a big stack of porn.
Dennis and Valerie were finally separated from each other. Dennis’s enhanced cock hung limp between his legs. “So…believe me now?” I asked.
“Yea,” he said. “Now do me a favor and return this to normal size, please,” he asked.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied instantly. “I think I was fine with how big it was. This is just ridiculous.”
“Oh, OK,” I said and I made the wish to return his cock to normal. “You sure you don’t want it to stay that big, though?” I asked as I saw his cock shorten in length. “You could break into a new career that you seem to like.”
“What?” he asked. He saw me point to the stack of DVD’s. “Oh, those,” he said. “Yea, well believe me if you want, but I’m not actually into porn. I do work for that company.”
“Really?” I asked. “What kind?”
“Website stuff, mostly,” he said. “They don’t pay me much, so they always send me free copies of their ‘movies,’” he said mockingly as he drew quotation marks in the air.
His cock was now back to normal size, and, as I thought and he said, it was a pretty good size normally. I was still curious of his porn connections. “So if they don’t pay you much, why do you work for them?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s kind of fun,” he said. “It’s one job where I don’t have a lot of pressures so I have some more freedom to play around with new designs and software and stuff like that. Just good experience. They’re also based here, so if they need in-house work, I can do that for them, too.”
“Really?” I asked again. “That’s interesting.” I filed away this information for later use. More than a few ideas danced through my head.
“OK, you’ve made your demonstration,” he took control of the conversation. “So…my mother. What are you going to do?”
“You tell me,” I smiled. “It’s for your benefit so why don’t you tell me specifically what you want.”
“OK,” he said. He thought for a few minutes. “I wish she’d stop smoking. I wish she’d never started, actually. I wish she wouldn’t drink as much. I wish she looked more her age, or maybe even a little younger so she might find a man. I wish she would just resolve herself to get over my father leaving her and move forward. And I guess I wish she would have a nicer personality overall, so she’s not as bitchy all the time and so she would just let me be me.”
“Done,” I said.
“Done?” he asked with suspicion.
“Yep,” I said. “I don’t have to say wishes for them to come true, as you’ve seen. So I just wished for everything you said to happen. But, just to make it not quite so drastic, I wished that all of these changes would happen overnight, so that she’ll wake up tomorrow with all of those changes.”
Valerie chimed in, “What about the whole ‘no one noticing the changes’ clause?”
“Did that, too,” I said. “Only the three of us will be consciously aware of the changes made to her.”
“How does that work?” Dennis asked.
“I can’t tell you exactly,” I explained. “From our experience it makes it seem as if people might realize something isn’t ‘right,’ in the traditional sense of that word, but they don’t act like it isn’t ‘right.’ Like, earlier today, I wished that we could be naked in public.”
Dennis blurted out, “And you didn’t get arrested?”
“Nope,” Valerie laughed.
“Exactly,” I affirmed. “Because I wished that it would be OK for us to be naked in public, while people would still know we were. So we got a bunch of stares and everything, but other than one…incident, shall we say, no one really batted an eyebrow.”
Dennis shook his head. “Seems kind of dangerous to mess with people’s minds like that,” he said.
I thought I would have a rebuttal for that statement, but it made me think, too. Did my wishes have adverse psychological effects when I made a wish like that? Seemed like information that might be useful. “I don’t know,” I finally said. “You may be right. I’ve only really made…small wishes to that effect, so I think I’ll stick to that to be safe.”
Dennis stared at me. “I get the sense you’re still hiding something,” he said. I was about to say something when he said, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m not going to pry. I’m sure you have reasons and it’s probably best I don’t know them.”
“That’s another reason we came here,” I said. “I felt pretty certain we could share this with you and not worry about it going any further than us.”
“Right,” he agreed. “Because this is the thing I’ll go tell other people about, with no way to prove anything, and they’ll believe me.”
I groaned. “Sarcasm is not becoming of you,” I said. He just laughed. I figured now was a good time to depart, so we took turns in the bathroom in order to freshen up. After we all dressed, Dennis led us upstairs and out the door. I made it a point to ignore his mother as we went by. Her hooker comment really did piss me off, so I didn’t feel like wishing her well. Even though I had already done that, just in a totally different way. “Maybe we’ll stop by tomorrow,” I said when we reached the porch.
“I’ll look forward to that,” he said. “Hopefully you’ll be able to admire your…or the ring’s handiwork, I guess.” We each gave him a kiss on the cheek and left.