(Authors note: The story is now open to the public. Feel free to write anywhere you like. Long as it doesn’t overwrite an existing branch. Wish another branch, wish another arch, the choice is yours)
It’s just any other ordinary day at the office, when the world falls into a simple mans lap. That man is you, Jack Miles.
Working at a small two story office complex. Like any other company, it’s run by some rich jack-ass with a money hunger slut as a secretary. The little guy, that’s you, doing all the heavy work with six other dweebs. Work the first floor. Conveniently the secretary is on the second with the boss and his abnormally large office. The large window facing the street, with an employee’s parking lot beside it.
It’s quiet in the office at this early of an hour. Jack diligently working at his desk. More than a few empty energy drinks scattered across it. Doing some of the finishing touches to an article that his other co-worker is publishing. It’s overly biased and quite political. However he gets paid to little to care about what they post. Jack’s just the best site manager and designer in this place.
Clicking send and watching the computer do it’s job. Jack emails find there way to his other employees. All that’s left to do is go through the junk mail secretary bitch forced into his lap. That Gold digging pet sits on the bosses lap when it should be of his. Cracking open yet another energy drink Jack begins his magical skills of sifting through emails at an extreme speed. Well as fast as he thinks the energy drink provides.
As it normally goes, skim, click, delete. However as boring as boring is, he comes to an odd email. It’s a carp trap of an advertisement with the title Wishful Thinking. Catchy he’d have to admit, though little text explains what the email actually wants. It just has a click here link.
“Weird.” Jack questions aloud. Lingering at the email, skeptical of wether to click on it or not. Somehow curiosity catches the cat and he do exactly that.
With a click of the mouse, Jack pressing on the link. Though, nothing happens. The email just disappears from the spam folder. Dammit, he chuckles to himself. If only that worked. Just imagine having infinite wishes or something, he thought.
“I’d wish that I was done with all these emails.” Jack stretching his arms out above his head in the air, speaking out loud.
Rolling his neck conveniently looking away from his computer. After readjusting in his seat, he places his eyes back onto the computer. He finds that, indeed the junk folder is empty and there’s no spam mail in sight. Jack rubs his eyes and looks again, to find them actually gone.
“No way!” Jack speaks aloud once again. It actually happened, his wish actually happened. Does this mean... the ad actually worked. There’s now possible way... he must try it again. This time, paying attention.
Uhhmm. Jack mumbled as his brain churned with ideas. What if his co-workers were hotter? And female. Maybe resembling some pornstars or an actress he’d thought. Clicking onto a media browser and searching his favorite models.
Visiting one of his go to nude model websites, {he} searches through the image gallery. “Owh! I like her.” Jack points out openly again. A little to comfortable that he’s alone.
The girl goes by the name Calypso Muse according to playboy. Indeed she would make perfect eye candy as a co-worker. With a deep though, Jack wishes she’d take the place of one of his original employees. Preferably the one who actually shows up at work on time.
Moving on to yet another girl he had in mind, wanting to take advantage of this little fantasy of his. Jack decided to go for a popular pick, favorited by other fellow porn lovers. Emily bloom, the one and only. Followed by a friend of hers Heidi Romanova. Of course, when he’d wished that they didn’t have the same memory as before. When they were porn models and all. As well as not get noticed by others of there previous statuses. Jack wanted them all to believe that they’ve always worked here. That they actually new him as another co-worker.
Jack can’t help himself, as blood starts flowing into his cock. Eyes glued to the computer screen, mouse in one hand. His other rubbing his dick through his jeans. Clicking through pages of some other porn sites. Three down, two to go... Plus Miss Cumthroat.Jack thought. Completely consumed with the idea that he’s actually has this wishful thinking power.
Wonder bellows in Jack’s mind as to what all he could do with these wishful thoughts. Could he make changes to the world, time, possibly anatomy itself. Leaning back in his seat, Jack, unbuckling his pants, and unzipping them. He shimmies his cock and balls out til it comfortably sat free from his underwear hole and jeans.
Looking up at the computer once more, scrolling through the porn gallery thread. Jack’s eyes linger to a blue haired girl. Not usually into the dyed hair but he bites. Clicking on a nubiles album of Skye Blue.
“Convenient.” Jack corks. Fumbling with on hand on his dick. Stroking his below average member. He closes his eyes and wishes the next magic words carefully.
“I wish Skye Blue the pornstar was actually my co-worker. Under my desk completely naked and hungry for my hot semen.” Jack pictured preemptively. Reopening his eyes to spot her must make this a dream right? Wrong. She’d be real alright. Otherwise there wouldn’t be an immense amount of heat between his legs. There sat the blue haired girl, on her knees, hidden underneath Jack’s desk.