Tony was getting a warm, wet blowjob on a bus. A short, bitchy blond was gagging on his huge cock as he gently rested his hand on the back of her head. The feeling of her mouth gliding up and down his shaft was incredible. The heat of her breath warmed the tip of his throbbing erection each time he let her up for air. All the while drool dripped from her mouth glistening on the end of his member. He thought back to how he got here.
Before Tony got his powers he was plodding along home from his job stacking shelves. He always passed the same old charity shop, with the same old goods, on the same old route. He never went in before instead he eyed it up suspiciously and went along his way, but this time he saw someone begging for another wish. "Please I didn't believe the genie existed, you have to let me have another wish." Tony thought it was a little strange, and he listened to them argue until the busty woman harassing the shop keeper left.
A little afraid of sounding silly, he went up "Do... do you really have a genie?" He asked the tall shopkeeper who was dressed in a suit more fitting to the 50's. A Cheshire grin shot from ear to ear
"Why yes I do, but be careful what you wish for," he said ominously. For as long as Tony could remember, he wished he could shed his short, podgy body, and be somebody else.
"W... what does it cost?" He stammered unable to take his eyes of the floor. The shopkeeper stroked his goatee with a twinkle in his eye, and smiled
"Why nothing my dear fellow. Just be carful what you wish for. There are no do overs. Just look at that poor girl who wished she was attractive. Now men wont leave her alone, and she unable to make another wish... such a waste." Tony nodded nervously, and followed the shop keeper as he was beckoned in.
As he walked through the old shop, most his memories were a bit hazy. Old forgotten clocks lazed in the dusk, and once sparkling chandeliers hung solemnly from their creaking fixtures. But, Tony would never forget what happened next. An enormous man in foreign clothes approached him "WHAT IS YOUR WISH!" he commanded. His voice was filled with such rage and passion Tony forgot everything and just blurted out seven timid words.
Seven words to live by "I wish I for the power of shapeshifting."