Jon braked at the last stop light before the spiked pit. He glanced over at Linda, who was only a couple years off from the age the wish was conforming her to, and allowed himself a slight smile. Suddenly the car lurched as a car rolled into their back bumper. Jon's face smacked into the steering wheel, though he didn't notice the slight crack as his shoulders and rib cage shrank to match the rest of his dainty frame.
"Who the fuck rear ended us?" Jon said, glancing in his rear view mirror. His eyes narrowed as he recognized the pink convertible. Jon barged out the driver's side door, wheeling on the offending car in a black fury.
"What the fuck's your problem, bitch?" Jon screamed at Zoe Sanders, who sat in the driver's seat of her gaudy little vehicle and appeared to be checking her nails for breaks.
"Like, what the fuck, is your problem, freak?" the slut replied, her now quite voluptuous curves jiggling slightly as she got out of her own car. "Why don't you watch where you stop your car? You could have, like, hurt me, or something!"
"Hurt you? I'm not the one who came charging down the street like some fucking maniac! What were you paying attention to, a goddamn split end?"
"Hey, like, you totally were!" gushed Zoe's peppy little minion Zelda from the passenger seat.
"Shut up!" Zoe said to her stooge. She turned back to Jon, a look of unmistakable contempt on her. "Y'know, how about you just, like, run along to your whore job, so you can get started sucking cock to pay for my bumper, okay?"
This sent Jon into a blind rage, and the only thing stopping him from laying into the bitch was Linda and Jay, who dragged him back into the car as he shrieked all manner of insults back at her.
They put Jon into the back seat with Jay, while Linda clamored into the driver's seat and put the car in gear. "Just forget about that cunt, alright? She's not worth it," Linda told her friend. "We're almost to the Spike Pit, and I'm sure your mom's lawyer friends can make sure the bitch pays for the damages.
Jon just stewed, telling himself if he had half the chance he could have beat the slut into the ground. His chest felt tight for a moment, but the tension dissipated as his brassiere silently shifted from and A to a B cup. Linda turned into the Spiked Pit's parking lot, and Jon did his best to focus on the evening ahead...
