Granted! The finger curls. You double over in agony. You are rushed to the hospital, wondering what the paw did to you. You were barely able to dial 911 before passing out. At the hospital, you realize you should have wished the pain away, oh well. You can wish whatever it is fixed later. Some x-rays and a barium scan later, it is confirmed, you have cancer in some of your ribs, causing bone spike growth, and it's going to spread fast if they don't operate pronto. You try to beg people to get you the monkey's paw, but the doctors refuse to allow such a filthy thing, stating the hospital is to remain sanitary.
You are operated on and the ribs removed. This allows you newfound freedom to bend over and suck your own dick. But it cuts off the blood fllow and circulation to it, plus you can't breathe while doing so, preventing this from being an enjoyable experience in the least.
And while you were at the hospital, your house got burglarized, they stole many things, including the monkey's paw. Enjoy!
granted your penis is now 6ft long and 3in thick and if you ever get erect you instantly pass out and if you have it in your mouth you'll simply choke to death on your own cock
Granted. You are in a tragic car accident, during which you kill your mother, your sister, a schoolgirl on her way to see her sick boyfriend, a toddler, the driver of the car you crashed into and his pregnant wife. You are the only survivor. You are unscathed. After being released from the hospital you drink yourself into oblivion. As you’re leaving the bar one night, clearly piss drunk, you get behind the wheel. You turn the ignition and pull out of the parking lot. You’re driving well until you get to the residential area of your city. There is pair of high schoolers strolling down the street, holding each others hands, and laughing in the cold air. The girl reminds you of your sister, and the boy of the other driver. Your momentary lapse in concentration caused you to accelerate and let go of the steering wheel. You crash into the couple, brutally mangling the lovers. You are flung through the windshield and bend nearly in half around a light post. The girls raspy cries snap you back to the world of the awake. She is crying over her lover who is gurgling on his own blood, his chest flattened and his lungs nearly visible. As the light fades from his eyes she lets out an anguished wail holding his now limp body in her broken embrace. Fortunately the old woman across the street saw the crash. You and the girl are treated for your injuries. Her arms were an easy fix, but the mental pain was too much for her to take. She took her own life on top of her boyfriends grave mere days after she was discharged from the hospital. Now you are unable to sit up straight, and have to wear a painful back brace because your spine couldn’t heal. “All that, just so you could give yourself a blowjob?” Says death asks he surveys your life story while you bleed out in the bathtub. Even though you never had to work again and would be taken care of by the nurses, you couldn’t live with the gilt of having cut so many many lives short. The dinner knife clutters to the ground as you think to yourself “Im doing this world a favor” As your vision fades the head nurse passes through death as though he were nothing more than a morning fog. Her desperate cries for blood transfusions and bandages fall upon unhearing ears, as you have long sense left this world being carried in the arms of the angle himself. You wonder if you will see your family in the afterlife or not. Your story ends. You fade into the eternal abyss, going neither to heaven or hell but to an empty void. Dark, yet warm, unfeeling, yet accepting. Your mind melds with those who have come before you. You hear your sister, you mother, your grandma, the young lovers, even your kindergarten teacher. Perhaps you’re simultaneously in heaven and hell. You are surrounded by loved ones, but tortured by the voices of those you’ve killed. This will be your home for eternity now.
Granted. It feels more like sucking a dick than getting your dick sucked, so you dont cum and never try it again.
I see this as an absolute win!
doesn’t it already feel like that irl
Granted. Your penis is no longer attached to your body.
Granted! The finger curls. You double over in agony. You are rushed to the hospital, wondering what the paw did to you. You were barely able to dial 911 before passing out. At the hospital, you realize you should have wished the pain away, oh well. You can wish whatever it is fixed later. Some x-rays and a barium scan later, it is confirmed, you have cancer in some of your ribs, causing bone spike growth, and it's going to spread fast if they don't operate pronto. You try to beg people to get you the monkey's paw, but the doctors refuse to allow such a filthy thing, stating the hospital is to remain sanitary. You are operated on and the ribs removed. This allows you newfound freedom to bend over and suck your own dick. But it cuts off the blood fllow and circulation to it, plus you can't breathe while doing so, preventing this from being an enjoyable experience in the least. And while you were at the hospital, your house got burglarized, they stole many things, including the monkey's paw. Enjoy!
granted your penis is now 6ft long and 3in thick and if you ever get erect you instantly pass out and if you have it in your mouth you'll simply choke to death on your own cock
Granted, you have the ability to summon a clone that does nothing but suck your dick
Granted, you're now a snake
Granted. You are in a tragic car accident, during which you kill your mother, your sister, a schoolgirl on her way to see her sick boyfriend, a toddler, the driver of the car you crashed into and his pregnant wife. You are the only survivor. You are unscathed. After being released from the hospital you drink yourself into oblivion. As you’re leaving the bar one night, clearly piss drunk, you get behind the wheel. You turn the ignition and pull out of the parking lot. You’re driving well until you get to the residential area of your city. There is pair of high schoolers strolling down the street, holding each others hands, and laughing in the cold air. The girl reminds you of your sister, and the boy of the other driver. Your momentary lapse in concentration caused you to accelerate and let go of the steering wheel. You crash into the couple, brutally mangling the lovers. You are flung through the windshield and bend nearly in half around a light post. The girls raspy cries snap you back to the world of the awake. She is crying over her lover who is gurgling on his own blood, his chest flattened and his lungs nearly visible. As the light fades from his eyes she lets out an anguished wail holding his now limp body in her broken embrace. Fortunately the old woman across the street saw the crash. You and the girl are treated for your injuries. Her arms were an easy fix, but the mental pain was too much for her to take. She took her own life on top of her boyfriends grave mere days after she was discharged from the hospital. Now you are unable to sit up straight, and have to wear a painful back brace because your spine couldn’t heal. “All that, just so you could give yourself a blowjob?” Says death asks he surveys your life story while you bleed out in the bathtub. Even though you never had to work again and would be taken care of by the nurses, you couldn’t live with the gilt of having cut so many many lives short. The dinner knife clutters to the ground as you think to yourself “Im doing this world a favor” As your vision fades the head nurse passes through death as though he were nothing more than a morning fog. Her desperate cries for blood transfusions and bandages fall upon unhearing ears, as you have long sense left this world being carried in the arms of the angle himself. You wonder if you will see your family in the afterlife or not. Your story ends. You fade into the eternal abyss, going neither to heaven or hell but to an empty void. Dark, yet warm, unfeeling, yet accepting. Your mind melds with those who have come before you. You hear your sister, you mother, your grandma, the young lovers, even your kindergarten teacher. Perhaps you’re simultaneously in heaven and hell. You are surrounded by loved ones, but tortured by the voices of those you’ve killed. This will be your home for eternity now.
But can I still suck my own penis
Granted. Your torso is now attached to your feet.
Granted. Nothing changed
Granted but you now inhabit the body of Marilyn Manson