L4MP, Part 1

PART 1

Cheryl winced at the reverberating sound of her friend’s shoes thumping against the metal side of the large trash bin that he was rooting around in. The noise echoed and carried all the way to the end of the dark alleyway she was standing in, but luckily the shadows kept them both hidden from any passersby.

“When you asked if I wanted to hang out today I didn’t think that meant dumpster diving, Ethan!” She angrily whispered. “This is so gross, and illegal!”

“Relax, it’s not like we’re going through a restaurant’s trash,” Ethan replied from inside of the bin, the top of his head the only visible part of him as he rummaged through boxes and bags. “It’s all shredded documents, lab equipment, and old electronics. Last time I picked through here I managed to snag a computer with a perfectly serviceable motherboard. There aren’t any cameras, I just need a lookout to watch out in case any cops come snooping around.”

Cheryl wasn’t familiar with the business whose garbage Ethan was busy rummaging around in; the building itself was nondescript, a boring brickface office that blended in with the other small tech companies situated downtown. The ‘No Trespassing' signs that were displayed on the walls were pretty clear, but as far as high-value targets went she doubted there was anything worthwhile for thieves to steal besides a copy machine and a water cooler.
“And that’s me? It’s so nice of you to volunteer me to be an accessory in your crime.”

She pulled her puffy coat tighter around her slender shoulders. While she could understand why they had to do this at night, she didn’t get why they had to do this in the middle of winter.
“Oh c’mon, Cheryl. You’re not an accessory. You’re an accomplice.” Ethan snickered quietly. “Just keep your eyes open for-”

The flash of blue and red lights coming from the street shut Ethan up, and he quickly tossed the plastic garbage bag over the lip of the dumpster and hastily scrambled to hop out and gather up his loot.

“Run run run!” He called out to his friend, who was caught frozen in the approaching squad car’s bright headlights while he beat feet towards the other end of the alley.

It was enough to snap Cheryl out of it and she ran off after him. She was not going to jail over a bunch of trash!

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“Well? Was it worth it?” Cheryl’s tone was disparaging, as was the way she stood with her arms crossed, looking down at Ethan who was sitting on his living room floor with the contents of the bag he grabbed strewn all over his coffee table.

It was all junk; outdated and broken electronics, pens that had run out of ink, crumpled up pieces of paper, and a weird box covered in what looked like electrical tape. At least they were out of the cold, and Cheryl was taking her brown hair out of the ponytail it was in now that she didn’t have to wear a knit cap to keep her ears from freezing off.

“Look, they can’t all be winners. But it was fun, right? Didn’t it get a little exciting at the end there?” His hopeful tone didn’t do much to convince his friend, who just tapped her foot with an unchanging expression.

The pair had known each other for years, growing up on the same street as kids, attending high school together, and eventually graduating from the same university just a few months prior. They had moved in together to ease some of the burden of living on their own, and aside from a few of the normal hiccups that came with cohabitating their friendship hadn’t suffered in the slightest. They were similar in a lot of ways; introverted but passionate about their hobbies, Ethan had a slightly more adventurous streak than Cheryl did… which meant that he should have known she wouldn’t be onboard with tonight’s activities. Ethan frowned and let his shoulders drop before offering his friend an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He said while he fiddled with the taped-up box, the only thing of interest that he managed to haul out.

Cheryl sighed and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“We’re not teenagers anymore, Ethan. I have an interview for an internship at ZatebaTech in the morning! Do you know how competitive those positions are? I can’t exactly phone in from a jail cell.”

Her job prospects post-graduation had been much more promising than Ethan’s, the disparity between her computer science degree and his digital art degree showing itself in spades now that they had to make it on their own. Late nights spent breaking the law wasn’t something she could afford right now, but to Ethan it was all harmless fun. Still, he felt bad that he could have jeopardized his friend’s interview if things had gone wrong. He could tell that Cheryl wasn’t mad, just annoyed, but his nerves were making him pick away at the tape that covered the box in his hands while they talked.

“Yeah yeah, I get ya. No more late-night theft. Next time we can play it safe and stick to misdemeanors, how’s that?”

Cheryl smirked.

“The most I’ll go for is some light vandalism,” she said as she finally took a seat on the couch opposite Ethan. “Nothing worse than an egging.”

“Pfft. Square. I- Ow! Shit…” Ethan pulled his hand back as a nasty shock arced from the box and into his fingers, leaving them tingling with rapidly fading numbness. “Must be charged with static or something.”

He looked back at it now that he had peeled the tape away to reveal the crudely welded metallic body, and noticed words scrawled upon the side in black marker.

“Designation L4MP. WARNING! Contents include one (1) anomalous entity,” Ethan began to read aloud. “Properties are as follows: Finished statements must begin with the words ‘I wish’ in order to yield results. Three (3) wishes per day, per user. Wishes made by the user cannot target the user. Wishes cannot be used to reverse the effects of previous wishes.”

“Sounds like a gag gift,” Cheryl said.

“What? A D.I.Y. genie’s lamp?” Ethan scoffed while holding the cube up. “It doesn’t even look the part. This is something that a kid would make in shop class.”

“Maybe that’s why it got tossed in the garbage?” Cheryl suggested with a shrug. “What would you wish for with a scuffed ‘lamp’ anyways?”

“I dunno, bigger dick?”

“Gross, Ethan,” Cheryl said with a grimace. “But according to the rules you can’t use it on yourself, dummy.”

“Fine then; I wish you had a big dick.”

Ethan’s offhand joke caused the box to launch out of his hand and rattle across the floor, jumping and bouncing like something inside of it was trying to break free. Cheryl gasped; at first Ethan thought it was in response to the commotion that the metal cube was creating, but he noticed that her wide-eyed stare wasn’t focused on it. Instead, her hand shot between her legs, and the sharp inhale that she had just taken was let out in a shaky groan. He watched her thighs drift apart as she involuntarily bucked her hips forward, lifting her butt off of the couch cushion. She looked uncomfortable, and Ethan was unsure as to why his friend was pawing so frantically at her crotch, especially while he was still in the room

“What the fuck are you- Cheryl, are you okay?” His voice carried genuine worry, though it was tinged with curiosity when he noticed that she had begun to unbutton and yank down her jeans.

“T-Tight! Too tight!” She gasped out, the relief on her face when she got her pants down around her knees lasting for only a moment before it was replaced with panic.

Cheryl and Ethan both stared at her simple white cotton panties, which were struggling to contain the unmistakable bulge of a healthy-sized, flaccid cock and matching pair of balls. Her hands shot up to her mouth in shock, and Cheryl had to experimentally shift her hips to convince herself that they were real. She felt the weight move in her underwear, the waistband pulling down due to the crowded new conditions, but was still too surprised for words.

Ethan, on the other hand, was leaning forward with rapt fascination. His eyes flitted from his friend’s new endowment to the now-still cube that was sitting on the floor nearby.

“You don’t think that-” He began, but was promptly cut off by Cheryl.

“Ethan you have to fix this NOW!” She exclaimed in a wavering, worried voice.

Her stern insistence was undercut by the clear sound of fear it carried, and Ethan was quick to pick the cube back up to try and help his friend.

“Uh, yeah, let me just… I wish that, um, you didn’t have a, uh, a dick?” He was a little shaken but his statement was clear… except that nothing happened.

The cube didn’t move and Cheryl definitely still had a penis. Ethan turned the box over and huffed in frustration when he re-read the warnings written on the side.

“It says we can’t use it to undo-”

“I don’t care what it says, Ethan!” Cheryl shouted, the rising concern in her voice about to escalate to full blown panic. “Just… Just fix this!”

“Okay okay, uhh…” He shook the cube around while he tried to think of how to word a more lateral solution and quickly blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I wish that you liked it!”

Cheryl’s distress vanished and she visibly relaxed, her hands lowering back down into her lap in an exploratory, almost appreciative way. Ethan was taken aback by the whiplash-inducing change of emotions - she looked like she was about to cry just a moment before, and now she was running the tip of her finger along the outline of her bulge with an inquisitive look in her eye.

“I guess I do,” Cheryl said matter-of-factly. “It looks nice tucked away all neatly in my panties like-”

She suddenly seemed aware of what she was doing and the person she was doing it in front of and immediately stopped, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment at her behavior and the predicament as a whole. Cheryl closed her legs and did her best to comfortably hide her new dick from Ethan’s line of sight, turning away from him so that she was sitting sideways on the couch.

“That was… What just happened was impossible. What…” She pointed at the cube. “What is that thing?”

“Uhh, the L4MP?” Ethan answered with a befuddled shrug. “You don’t think there’s actually a genie in here, do you? This thing isn’t even a lamp, it’s just a box!”

“How do you explain this otherwise?” Cheryl said. “Girls don’t just randomly sprout cocks, Ethan! By the way - what the HELL, man?!”

“What, this is my fault?” He scoffed and held the cube out towards her as if accusing it. “How the hell was I supposed to know it would actually make a joke come true? Besides, don’t you, y’know… like your new thingy?”

“I do! I do, which is… weird. I remember being ready to freak out when I saw it. I was scared and confused and disgusted, God. But now it sort of feels like all of those things happened to someone else, I guess? It feels different but… Why do you care?”

“I’m just curious about how your thought processes changed,” He said while bringing the cube closer to his chest. “Because I was about to say: I wish that you liked playing with yourself around your friends.”

“What the FUCK, Ethan?!”

But it was too late; by the time the words left her mouth the cube had already lurched forward in his hands, though this time he was prepared for it and managed to keep it in his grasp. Soon his wish was true, and the shame that Cheryl felt from exposing herself so brazenly to one of her oldest friends was replaced with the desire to experiment with her new equipment. She even felt a little silly that she was so hung up on maintaining a sense of modesty around Ethan, considering how much she enjoyed having company whenever she touched herself.

“You know, I didn’t think you were into this sort of thing,” She said when she turned back to face her friend, legs spreading apart again so that she could cup her clothed cock in her palm, her fingers rubbing gentle circles against her nutsack. “Do you have a thing for me or something?”

“I… don’t know,” Ethan said quietly while he watched his friend grind the heel of her palm into her soft dick. “I kinda just wanted to see what would happen but this… sort of hot?”

Or maybe it was just the heat radiating from the cube, which steadily rose in temperature until it was burning Ethan’s hands.

“Ow! God, it’s overheating or something!”

He dropped it on the table in front of him before it caused any damage and Cheryl chuckled while still lazily rubbing herself through her panties. Her cock was beginning to stir to life, swelling from the attention she was giving it until it flopped over the top of her underwear and forced the garment down so that it was snug over her balls.

“Maybe it’s because you used up all your wishes for the day?” She suggested while gripping her thickening shaft; Ethan passingly noted that she was already girthier than he was and was still only sporting a half-chub. “Spent them all on me and my dick, which seems pretty wasteful. But at least it was all harmless, right?”

The Cheryl of a few minutes ago wouldn’t agree but the Cheryl of now couldn’t comprehend a life where she didn’t enjoy tugging on her cock in front of Ethan.

“So now that we know what it does do we, I dunno, toss it into a volcano or something?” Cheryl continued. “Something this powerful really shouldn’t be in the hands of a couple of- mnh, ooh…”

A soft gasp of pleasure slipped out of her as her grip on her cock tightened, and Cheryl quickly derailed her own point.

“That feels nice,” She breathed out, moving her wrist and beginning to stroke her new dick in earnest.

“We can’t destroy it! I’ve barely even had a chance to use it, and those last three wishes shouldn’t count,” Ethan protested, though he was having trouble maintaining eye contact with Cheryl… and was beginning to think that she liked it when he stared.

“Well, you aren’t getting any more use out of it tonight,” She said with a soft laugh. “But I haven’t had a chance to give it a try. The way I see it, I’m owed a wish or two for being your guinea pig.”

Her tone was playful but Ethan knew that she was being serious, even before she reached out and grabbed the box off of the table.

“Hm… I wish…”