"What in the name of Eve..." said Miriam. Sarah looked up from her text book (she knew she'd gone to regular school before today, but those memories were starting to fade...which was scaring the formerly svelte cheerleader) and asked "What's wrong, Momma? Do you see the Devil out there?"
Sarah hated it, but she couldn't help calling men and males in general "Devil" or Devil-Spawn" now. She also couldn't stop calling her crazy neighbor-lady "Momma" now. She knew she shouldn't be here! She should be back at HER home...but they now had another daughter (a nerdy boy who'd taken her place), and if she didn't live here...where could she go? She was trapped in this losers life...for the time being. She was intending on taking what money she could (Miriam didn't trust banks, so she had a lot of cash in the house) and stealing Miriam's car. She'd had to get out of here soon, as this girls simple, humble personality was starting to...slowly overwhelm her.
"This is fascinating..." said Miriam as she gazed off into the distance. Unknown to her new daughter, Miriam was an actual witch. Her beliefs may be a bit strange, but they were backed-up by real power. Several times in her life, she'd encountered a man or woman who'd simple repulsed her so much...that she'd bound spells about them, twisting and warping them physically and spiritually. The man who'd raped her (the rape that had resulted in her daughter) had never been caught, but Miriam knew what had happened to him. He'd been a violent, powerful man, and his arrogance knew no bounds. Now - after Miriam's spells - he was a meek and passive young lady who worked for Miriam as her New Age Shoppe, selling candles, tarot cards and crystals to support her own baby, as she too was now an unwed mother.
Miriam Lester had been watching that spoiled, worldly socialite Becky Bond for months, repulsed by her self-worship. She and her husband needed to be taken down a peg. Miriam had started to weave spells about her (a lengthily process that could take weeks or months) but had not tried to make any changes yet...but now, she could sense that something odd had happened to the Bond woman. Something...
"...strange and obviously Devil-manipulated, but still fascinating..." said Miriam Lester, as she looked down at Sarah Lester - her swollen, behemoth of a daughter - and watched her eat her lunch. Now that she knew what too look for, she could see the same tendrils of magic wound about her daughter. She pealed them away with her mind...and saw in her daughters place a slim, sexy school girl instead of the obese girl she'd raised. She gasped (Sarah saw Miriam watching her with a look of stunned horror on her face) and took Sarah's fat face in her hand, saying "Oh, Eve bless and protect us...you are NOT my daughter!"
Sarah smiled and took another bite of the pizza she was eating. "Oh, thank the goddess...I mean, thank god that YOU finally noticed! I'm your neighbor! I was Sarah McMillain till this morning! But...someone took my life...and gave me your daughters...OUCH!"
Mirian reached out with her mind and yanked the tendrils of magic from Sarah's body, then followed them to where her real daughter was, and cut them as well. This left the spell that Mikey had cast suddenly without power, and it stopped right were it was...but didn't totally reverse the changes. Sarah was suddenly Sarah McMillain again...but a swollen, bloated 450lb Sarah McMillain. Sarah shouted "NO! What did you do?", but she didn't NOT stop eating. Try as she might, her gluttony was now a part of her, even though she knew it hadn't been till this morning. She tried to focus on diet and excersize, but those ideas seemed utterly alien to her. She suddenly knew that she was Sarah McMillain - the obese daughter of the McMillains who lived next door. She ALSO knew that she had a twin sister named Jane (the former Jay Duncan) and that SHE was now living the life Sarah had once enjoyed!
Jane Duncan was at that moment making out with her boyfriend Biff on the sidelines of the athletic field, before going in for lunch. Suddenly, she KNEW she'd been a geeky, nerdy boy named Jay till that morning, but...found she didn't miss that life. She was now Jane McMillain, the beautiful, wealthy, popular cheerleader. She ALSO knew that her fat, unpopular sister Sarah had once had this life. Jane felt some twinge of sympathy for Sarah, and knew she'd by the fat loser a box of candy to soften the blow...but also knew she'd love living this life. She'd try to use her influence to make sure that poor, fat Sarah didn't have a hard time in school. Perhaps she'd even set her up with one of Jay's old friends? Jay's known a lot of slovenly types who'd love the attentions of a female - ANY female - and she felt she should look out for her now unpopular sister.
Karyn Duncan - a pale, pimply young woman (who had an astoundingly huge bosom and lovely blond hair) who dressed in faded jeans, Doctor Who t-shirt and her thick glasses - suddenly knew that - until that morning - she had NOT been the geeky, nerdy, sci-fi and comic book obsessed daughter of Violet and Paul Duncan...but rather a totally different person! A girl who'd also been named Karyn, but the other details were...fading on her.
"Hey, Karyn..." asked one of her new (old) friends, is something wrong? You just sorta faded out there."
Karyn - who knew that she was 'Geek' to the core now, just smiled - exposing her (once Jay's) buck teeth (which looked rather cute on her) and said with a laugh "Sorry guys, I had a Spock moment for a second. Guess I'm just looking forward to the Watchman movie. It's not going to be as good as Alan Moore's 1985 comic, of course..."
She and they continued the chat, and Karyn felt her new geek nature sinking in even deeper. She was curious as to what had happened to the real Jay Duncan, but had no desire to return to her old life. Instead, she glanced around and wondered where Jon was. She knew that the two of them would be even better friends now that they had so much in common. Unfortunately for Jon, Karyn had inherited Jay Duncan's desires in a way that nobody had expected. Back home, Jay's pile of well-thumbed stoke-mags were hers now...and like Jay, Karyn Duncan has masturbated (with her new vibrator) to images of woman dressed as Wonder Woman and Supergirl. A quirk of the spells blending of Jay and Karyn, had made Karyn an extremely oversexed lesbian nerd!
Granted, she'd not 'done it' with a girl yet (just like Jay) but she wanted to...and the sight of that sexy Jane McMillain entering on Biffs arm (what a waste) made her blush. She...
HEY! Jane...used to be Jay!
"Hi, guys..." said Jane McMillain (still a cheerleader and a snob, but Jay's influence made her a nicer person) "...how's the club meeting going?"
"Uh, fine..." mumbled one of the nerds.
"It's going great, Jane..." said Karyn in her somewhat nasal, but still cute voice "..you want to sit in? We're going to see Watchman tonight, and we were just discussing what changes they'd made in the story."
Biff rolled his eyes, and Jane giggled. "Not hardly, Karyn. Still...I hope you enjoy yourselves. Bye."
As they walked to the popular kids tables, Biff asked by Jane had to talk to them, and Jane giggled again, but said "Be nice, Biffy-wiffy...after all, they can't help being what they are."
Violet Madison...was a different case entirely. When Violet Diaz had walked into Karyn Madison's house and displaced her in the first place, she suddenly panicked and ran outside and into the street - certain that Satan had possessed her for her sinful life - and been hit by a car. Dying and babbling in Spanish for someone to get a Catholic priest, she'd been rushed to the hospital by her shocked parents. To her joy, as she sank into darkness...a priest took her hand and absolved her of her sins. She told the priest that she wasn't this "Violet Madison" that these gringos said she was, but rather Violet Diaz. That she'd been born in Tijuana Mexico, and had moved here with her parents two years ago. That she was 21 now, and lived a very sinful life. Very sinful...
A life of prostitution....degradation...exploitation...her family never spoke to her anymore, and she stripped for a living, when she wasn't fucking for money...
"Madre de Dios!" screamed the vulgar, Latina whore as her current client - a hefty gringo with a lot of tattoos and body hair - bucked and came inside her snatch. He grunted and she moaned "Oh...no, oh...wa' has...oh...ju are so big, Senior gringo...no, I not thees..."
Finally he was done, and he tossed the greasy, Latina whore with the mammoth boobs (big as soccer balls and obviously fake) a fifty-dollar bill...her usual charge for sex. "Damn, Juana...you th' finest hooker this side of the tracks."
Though she was confused and frightened, Juana Diaz lit a cigarette and smiled at the man. "You know eet, Senior Gringo..." she called all white men Senior Gringo unless she knew them well. "...das why ju is always comming back to Juana, besides, ju has a real 'Brazo de santo."
(should anyone what to, this site has a lot of Spanish vulgarities and insults)
http://www.insultmonger.com/swearing/spanish.htm
"Huh?"
Juana stood and walked to the man, a smile on her full lips. "Ju has a big cock, Senior Gringo. Like the arm of a saint. But...Juana isn't feeling so good right now, Senior Gringo. I jus' gonna lay back an' play wit' my Chichis for a bit, okay?"
The man smiled at the Latina whore, as she fondled her huge breasts and stared at the ceiling. he'd be back next week, of course. After all, Juana Diaz was the hottest, sleaziest slut he'd ever seen.
Juana Diaz fondled herself, pinching her dark brown, shot glass-sized nipples and moaning in a mixture of desire and horror.
Jon...something. Her name had been Jon something...and she'd had some kind of magic stone...and she'd been a white boy about 16 or 17 (even though Juana could clearly remember having gotten into prostitution on the streets of Tijuana when she was only 14), and that she had a family that loved her...not like Violet Diaz's family, who thought she was a worthless slut.
She went to the bathroom and washed up, then dressed in her best clothes. Granted, that was her skin-tight, black leather plants, red leather boots with six-inch heels, red halter-top that showed off her fantastic cleavage. With her cinnamon-hued skin, waves of jet black hair, styled and sprayed into a cloud. With blood red, three-inch long nails and more cosmetics than most woman used in a week, she looked like a parody of a cheap, sleazy whore...but that only made sense, as that's what she was.
She slipped some money into her purse, lit a cigarette (she smoked rather heavily) and went out to her car - a gaudy, red convertible she'd earned giving lap-dances, sucking cock and selling her ass on the streets - and started looking for her old house. She didn't mind being Juana Diaz so much (though a tiny voice insisted she could be so much more), but she wanted her magic stone back. It was obvious to her that her little brother must have stolen it, and used it on her some how...
And in Becky Bond's house...Becky (lounging by the pool and sipping a drink, her blubbery body squeezed into a tight, pink bikini and her skin flawlessly tanned - suddenly remembered her own past...and knew that she'd been Rebekah Lester till this morning. For a moment, she worried...but then accepted the change. With the spell gone, her changes stopped...thus leaving her an extremely fat (she'd slimmed down by 100 lbs, but that left her at 350...still a massive girl), 19 year-old girl (she aged 3 years closer to Kathryn Bond's age) with bright, blond hair and flawless skin.
Oh, and she was married to William Bond. Bill's own memories were different, and he knew he'd always been a chubby-chaser. His young, sexy wife was all that he'd ever want, and he loved her every fold and buldge.
Becky smiled at him, and knew her mother had been wrong about men. Bill was her soul mate...her angel...not a monster.
But in Miriam's home...
"This won't do!" Miriam said, as she realized that the mysterious magic had taken her daughter from her. History now said that her daughter had been born three-years earlier, and that she'd been married to William Bond for a year now! She had to find the source of that magic, and make it hers!
But first...
Miriam drove Sarah to school, dumping the obese slob off at the doors and saying "Go to class and never contact me, Sarah. If you do...you'll be sorry."
Sarah watched as the crazy woman drove off, and them waddled into the school...and her new life. With luck, she could find her new sister and Jane could help her gat at least some of her old life back.
And...what ever happened to the real Katheryn Bond? That was an unusual situation, as there was nobody who's life could continue. Katheryn wandered to a yard sale, and picked the first thing she could find. It was an infant's playsuit...and she slipped it on...and started to change. The suit had never been warn, as the child had been lost in a miscarriage. The mother - heart broken at the loss, was getting rid of all the clothes she'd bought for her child to be. Katheryn found her changes progressing rapidly, as she'd been the last link in the chain, and the spell was going to end with her anyway. She slipped the infants suit on...then shrunk...and shrunk. She cried, and the sudden mother picked her baby son up and plugged him into her bosom. The Yard sale no longer sold any infants clothes. Katheryn - now Kyle Munoz - sucked greedily from his new mothers tit, and when the magic was severed later that day, it left him an infant in a loving household. Kyle would grow to manhood, would eventually marry and have children of his own with his wife, and never guess that he'd once been anything else.
Well? Anyone interested in helping continue this?
