Paul woke with a start as something heavy slammed onto his chest. He lifted his head to see what it was, and
found himself staring into the gaping hole a melon-sized cockhead resting on his pecs. "Holy shit," he
whispered, tentatively moving an arm towards the unfamiliar beast, "did that wish come true?"
"No" said a gruff voice, and for the first time Paul looked past the giant cock to see the midget straddling
his chest it was attached to. Paul shrieked in surprise and started squirming backwards. "Calm down, I'm not
going to hurt you." Paul cautiously pushed himself into a sitting position, his back against the wall, his
legs splayed out on either side of the midget's giant cock.
He took a moment to survey the bedroom intruder. He was between three and four feet tall, more of it in his
torso than his legs. Totally nude, as was Paul. Covered in dark body hair, and his face looked like a cross
between a mule and a pile of mule shit. His most striking feature, of course, was the nearly-two-foot-long
thick-as-a-coffee-can penis, whose head was now poised somewhat intimidatingly in front of Paul's modest
genitals. The midget was erect. So, for some reason, was Paul.
"Now as I was saying," said the midget, "No, your wish has not yet come true. But that's what I'm here to
talk about."
"Who are you?"
"Oh come now, do you really have to ask?" Paul really did have to ask. "Mortals these days... I'm the god
Priapus." Paul had a vague recollection of that. Something about an erection lasting more than two hours?
In any case, Priapus' godly qualities were apparent now.
"Now as I was saying... hey, pretty boy, I'm up here!" Paul hadn't realized that he'd been staring at the
monster in his lap. He looked up. "That's better. Now then, you wished to, quote, have the kind of cock Liz
wanted end-quote, correct?" Paul nodded, still trying to wrap his head around any of what was going on. If
this really was a Greek god, why the hell was he in Paul's bedroom? "Well, I'm here to explain to you why
that's the wrong wish."
"First of all, why just Liz? What if things don't work out between you two? You wouldn't want to be stuck
with the perfect cock for a woman you're not with, would you?" Paul frowned, and shook his head. "Right, so
what you really want is for your cock to always be what your current partner wants, whoever they may be, got
it?"
"Okay, I guess that makes sense."
"Good, that was the main thing I wanted to correct. The rest is relatively small matters. One of which is
proportion. Observe. This..." he hefted his two softball-sized testicles, which quickly shrank down to the
size of cherries in his hand, looking rather like Paul's own balls. "... looks silly. If you show up with a
perfect cock and those teeny balls you'll be laughed out of the boudoir." He dropped his small balls, which
swelled back up to their former voluminous size as they fell. "You'll want the wish to affect your balls
too."
"Right. Actually," Paul was starting to mentally catch up, "while we're at it why not my whole body?" Paul
looked down at his belly, which wasn't fat, but was no six-pack.
"Sorry, not my area. I work strictly below the sash and above the knees. Now then, one more thing. What
would happen if Liz pulled down your pants to discover a cock like this?" Priapus thrust his cock forward,
and at first Paul thought he was just indicating it, but then Priapus's cock rubbed against Paul's much
smaller member, and in a blink it wasn't so much smaller any more. Its head was now bobbing around just below
his pecs. Paul stared at it awestruck, and slowly began moving his parted lips towards it.
"Cronus damnit, I've got to learn to stop being so dramatic. She'd freak out, that's what!" Paul stopped
with his tongue mere inches from his glistening slit, struck by the emotion of the other's voice and, now that
Paul thought about it, the truth of his words. "She'd insist you see a doctor right away, and then the doctor
would probably sell you off to pharmaceutical company as a lab rat, to see what makes your magic cock tick."
Paul slumped back, swayed by the terrible scenario just laid out. "But don't worry, I can help with that too,
as long as you see why it's important."
"Now then, I think that's all straightened out, and I have places to be, so if you will please repeat after
me."
"I wish my *genitalia* were always my *current partner's* fantasy, but that no one but me would think that
abnormal."
Paul repeated the wish.
"Oh, I almost forgot," the god replied, "I may be a god of fertility in part, but I'm more a god of sex, and I
know the former can impede upon the latter. So everyone I work with I always ensure that they won't get
anyone pregnant unless they intend to. And as long as you aren't using a condom for that, I'll also make your
junk perpetually hale and healthy."
"Uh, than-"
"No need to thank me boy, just doing my job. Alright then, you're all set. Have fun!" With that, reached
down and pinched Paul's foot.
Paul woke with a start. He was lying down again, and alone. He reached down to his crotch to see if he still
had the huge cock he'd dreamed of, but felt just his same old familiar Paulie. Worse, it was covered slimy-
sticky. That bizarre dream with the midget had been a wet dream.
"And I just got laid" Paul thought. He shook his head and let out a little sigh, confused at what strange
things his mind was up to.