"I wish you were naked, on your knees, giving me a blowjob!" DeMorrell said with a malicious leer.
The filthy rags that had been her only garment for months instantly disappeared, exposing the still beautiful blonde's swollen breasts and distended belly. Nora/Jack shrieked in outrage, but the sound was quickly muffled. One second she was cowering beside the bed, arm in arm with her transformed grandson, the next she was just as DeMorrell wanted her, kneeling at his feet. Jack buried her nose in the coarse, dark curls of DeMorrell's pubic hair, her lips puckered and mobile pink tongue swirling around the base of his massive penis, nearly gagging herself. She had been forced to perform this act several times before, but she had been injected full of powerful hypnotics to render her more tractable. This time she was fully conscious, but she couldn't stop herself.
Her expression was confused then shocked and went from there to disgusted and angry with each successive bob of her blonde head. She had every appearance of being enthusiastically engaged in the act, but inwardly she was horrified. She tried to stop herself and found she couldn't. Then Jack realized DeMorrell's wish might keep her from stopping until the "job" was done, so to speak, but it didn't keep her from doing something else.
She bit down. Hard.
DeMorrell screamed in mortal agony. The bitch wasn't just biting, she was ripping at it like a dog with a bone, literally trying to tear it off. Raising a fist to beat her senseless, the tall man realized the stone was still in his hand. DeMorrell desperately tried to focus through the pain. There must be some way to punish her and undo whatever damage had been done in one stroke.
Jack made a noise that was half sensual murmur and half feral growl, greedily licking at the bloody shaft even as she savaged it. It was impossible for DeMorrell to form a coherent thought. The pain was too great. He finally managed to bellow out a command, "I wish you would stop!"
Unfortunately for him, DeMorrell, like so many other bearers of the stone, finally ran afoul of the artifact's capricious and often malicious nature. The wish was twisted, granted immediately, but not in the way he had meant. Yes, Nora/Jack stopped.
She stopped sucking.
No longer compelled to combine pleasure with the pain, Jack bit down even harder, locking her jaw and rearing back, determined to rip the disgustingly huge thing from DeMorrell's body. There was a wet tearing sound and the big man before her let out a shrill, high pitched scream.
DeMorrell hit Jack in the head, a clumsy clubbing blow that landed just above her left ear. He hit her again, this time more on target, square in the forehead, though he was still unable to dislodge her. He drew his fist back for another try. That was when Jonni threw her bedside lamp at him. She was surprised to discover she was still a pretty good shot. In what seemed a lifetime ago she had considered going out for pitcher on the high school baseball team. In her current form she was a closer candidate for girls softball, but there was nothing soft about the lamp that clipped DeMorrell's head.
Groaning, DeMorrell's knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor. His arms and legs moved feebly, still not quite unconscious. Nora/Jack awkwardly clambered to her feet and spit out a bloody piece of the big man's mangled penis. It bounced off his chest and tumbled to the floor. Using the back on one dainty hand Jack furiously tried to wipe some of the blood from her lips, but only succeeded in smearing it further. She looked like an insane, pregnant, nudist vampire.
Jonni struggled to rise from her spot on the bed, still somewhat stunned that she had taken DeMorrell out with a lamp. Both hands supporting her belly Jonni finally managed to get up. Nora/Jack spun to face her as if expecting another threat. The taller woman's crystal blue eyes were wild and confused, openly pouring tears of rage. Jonni held up her hands to show she was no threat. "It's okay, Granddad. It's just me. Just me, okay? I just want to get this."
As quickly as she was able, which wasn't too quick, Jonni waddled over to where DeMorrell's twitching hand still held the stone. She slowly tried to kneel beside their semiconscious captor, but suddenly Nora's naked, equally pregnant form was shoving her out of the way. "No! Don't touch it! It's mine! There has to be some way out of this!"
Jonni was shocked and dismayed. She would never willingly leave either of them in their current situation if there was a way to wish out of it, so her grandfather's outburst and, worse, her desperation to get to the stone first wounded her deeply. After all, when she had been a he, Granddad had wished for her to have it. Jonni just hoped the other expectant mother wouldn't forget about her in her rush to fix herself. About to return to the bed Jonni was content to sit back to watch. Nora/Jack was prying DeMorrell's fingers apart with feverish urgency when suddenly she screamed and snatched her hands back as if burnt.
"Damn it! I forgot!" Nora/Jack turned desperate eyes on the front-heavy redhead that had once been her grandson, "He - - he wished that I could never touch the stone again. Jon, I'm - - I'm sorry about before. Would you?"
"It's okay, Granddad," Jonni sighed and lightly ran a hand in quick circles across the swell of her prominent belly, "I understand. I'm in the same boat too, remember?"
"Yes, of course, I'm sorry," Jack pressed the back of her own hand to her quivering lips. She seemed on the verge of some sort of breakdown. "Just hurry and get the stone. I don't know how much longer I can stay like this."
"We might not have a choice, Granddad," Jonni slowly, awkwardly knelt down beside DeMorrell's now unmoving body. Briefly, she wondered how much of this he was taking in. His eyes were half shut and drool leaked from the corner of his mouth. Was he even breathing? Jonni didn't think she hit him that hard. "I might not anyway. He wished that I would be his wife."
Jonni went to take the stone.
