Corrupt a Wish...

[SmilingLez]

The Wish Genie smirks mischevieously and grants your wish.

The next day you go to the family picnic and, deciding to take the minimalist approach, show up in leather pants and a fishnet tank top. Your siblings chose the same path, choosing minor fetish wear for their first time in public. But mom...and dad? Oh no! Your mom is wearing black stripper shoes, fishnet stockings, crotchless panties and a shelf bra. Your dad...well he's in a matching outfit, except in red. Then grandma shows up....


I wish I had a pet.

You have a pet but your pet has a terminal case of flatulence (extremely smelly). Farts last at least 5 seconds and occur every 3 minutes. This terminal case of flatulence does not bother your pet nor decrease the lifespan

I wish literotica's backend functions properly

 

[spanksprite]

**Shazam schwiiiiing** Wish granted! Literotica's backend functions exactly as designed during every single user interaction.

Not as you would prefer it to function, mind you. Simply as originally intended. In fact, the genie rolls back every single update or improvement until literotica has settled permanently into its beta version. No terrible bugs, but only original design intentions.

Unfortunately, user expectations and instructional materials were unaffected when the genie granted your wish. Confusion abounds even more than when the backend was imperfect. Moderators and other key volunteers that make things work quit. They didn't sign up for this shit.

Every published and WIP story that required even a miniscule section of code that came after the original literotica is permanently corrupted or lost. The author community devolves into a spiral of blame and recrimination that eventually (rightfully) focuses on you.

You have signed the death warrant of one of our favorite things. I hope you're happy.

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I wish I found a great way to connect meaningfully with veteran and new writers on literotica that benefitted everyone involved.

 

[dirk2024]

**Shazam schwiiiiing** Wish granted! Literotica's backend functions exactly as designed during every single user interaction.

Not as you would prefer it to function, mind you. Simply as originally intended. In fact, the genie rolls back every single update or improvement until literotica has settled permanently into its beta version. No terrible bugs, but only original design intentions.

Unfortunately, user expectations and instructional materials were unaffected when the genie granted your wish. Confusion abounds even more than when the backend was imperfect. Moderators and other key volunteers that make things work quit. They didn't sign up for this shit.

Every published and WIP story that required even a miniscule section of code that came after the original literotica is permanently corrupted or lost. The author community devolves into a spiral of blame and recrimination that eventually (rightfully) focuses on you.

You have signed the death warrant of one of our favorite things. I hope you're happy.

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I wish I found a great way to connect meaningfully with veteran and new writers on literotica that benefitted everyone involved.

Granted! The Wish Genie whooshes her magic hands over your head. Your head grows light, then heavy as many thoughts start to pass through. Nausea sets in as your brain processor goes into override trying to handle all these many kinky, perverse thoughts...many of which depict things you didn't even know existed.

Turns out, the little minx has connected your mind with all the minds of all the other Literotica writers. Sexual scenes flash, one after the other, too fast to write down. A couple of the images depict acts you'd rather not know about, however there is no amount of brain bleach to cleanse them from your psyche.

But hey...you got your wish to connect with the other writers.



I wish I could get a sexy, female Doordash driver to bring me lunch.

 

[hakanaiyume]

Granted! The Wish Genie whooshes her magic hands over your head. Your head grows light, then heavy as many thoughts start to pass through. Nausea sets in as your brain processor goes into override trying to handle all these many kinky, perverse thoughts...many of which depict things you didn't even know existed.

Turns out, the little minx has connected your mind with all the minds of all the other Literotica writers. Sexual scenes flash, one after the other, too fast to write down. A couple of the images depict acts you'd rather not know about, however there is no amount of brain bleach to cleanse them from your psyche.

But hey...you got your wish to connect with the other writers.



I wish I could get a sexy, female Doordash driver to bring me lunch.

Granted! The Genie leaves with a wink after snapping his fingers. You don't feel any different or notice any magic.
Your phone pings with a notification from Doordash, though you never put in an order. Your driver, Melissa, is right outside with a meal from a bakery you've never heard of.
The doorbell rings and at your door is a stunning, tall, curvy blonde. Her long loose waves hang over her shoulder, the tips lost in the ample cleavage falling out of her tight corset top. She stands with a bag in one hand and the other hand on her hip. Her thighs are so thick, it looks like her tight leather pants may bust at the seams.
With your jaw still on the floor, she pushes past you into your house. Without a word, she takes a small frosted cookie from the bag, licks a bit of the creamy white glaze, then drops the rest into her cleavage. She flips half her hair to the side and looks at you expectantly.
In your excitement, you forget about the manhunt going on for a femme fatale whose MO is poisoned baked goods.

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I wish my work meetings weren't so boring.