"Now I wish that Jon be a PhAT ass Sista that...was bi and all freaky in bed...And that she was my second girlfriend, and that she was super hot for me, and that... that... she acted and talked like a real black girl, and that she'd change real slow while I watch."
"I wish you cain't never go back ta bein Jon n all ya wanna do is have sex"
"Jon you is now a fine PHAT Ebony Skeezer n my Bitch. I wish you would stop trippin girl n jus git down wit it"
The cumulative effects of all these wishes had twisted Jon into a cartoonish parody of Afro-American womanhood. She was Jonelle now, a fine looking dark skinned African girl. 5'7". 5'11" with the black, spiked heels., probably about 150 lbs with thick strong legs and a huge booty defined by the leopard print mini dress she wore. Very full jet black jerri curled hair hung just below her shoulder. A flat nose sat above the biggest lips he had ever seen. Large arms ended with three inch long nails with a black and white stripe design on them. "Shit I got me sum Big titties Jon thinks as he feels their weight pushing against the huge bra he now wore which matched the thong now riding in the crack of his big ass booty.
When Lebron had been Carl (how long ago had that been? Only days ago?) he'd been a pasty white kid. A boy who could have been the inspiration for the song "White and Nerd", but with a secret love of what he imagined "Black Culture" to be. Now, thanks to his stealing the wishing stone and indulging himself in some wild fantasies, he was a 7-ft tall black guy, Karyn was his huge-breasted, platinum blond girlfriend, and Jon was...well, Jonelle. Carls OTHER girlfriend. Carls BLACK girlfriend.
And though she was just as smart as she'd been as Jon...and knew he'd done this to him against her will...she LOVED it. The wishes were quite specific. Jonelle was a "Phat ass sista..."who was "...all bi and freaky in bed." She was "Super hot" for Lebron, and accepted that she was his "second girlfriend" without malice. She now naturally acted and talked like Carls idea of a "Real black girl", couldn't "...never go back ta bein' Jon" and all she wanted to do was have sex. She was a "...fine PHAT Ebony Skeezer..." and was Lebron's bitch, and was "...down wit it." in her mind, and had no desire for any life that didn't revolve around fucking Lebron and Karyn.
All that aside, when her mother was in danger...she did what any daughter would do.
As Lebron/Carl raised the stone to do...SOMETHING to her mother, Jonelle took his cock out of her mouth and asked "You ain' gonna fuck wit' ma momma, is you Lebron? Cause dat's ma momma, an' I luv's her..."
Lebron looked down to tell Jonelle to shut up and keep sucking...when Jon's mother hit him in the face with a thrown lamp. Lebron shouted, dropped the wishing stone, and clutched his broken nose in pain. Jonelle looked shocked, and asked "Momma, he my MAN! Don' be hurtin' him none! I ain' done suckin' his dick yet."
"I'm NOT your mother, you...you..."
"I's a Skeeza', momma. Das a ho what ain' gots no pride or nothin' like dat. It don't mean dat I don' luvs you, tho..."
Carol bent and picked-up the dropped stone, saying again "Stop calling me your 'momma', little lady. How'd you get into my house?"
"I live's heah, momma." the black skank continued, looking hurt. She still had her genius IQ, and she wished she could make her mother...
"Take's de stone an' say's "I wish I un'erstood what's goin' on heah. Dat 'splain eveythin' yo needs tah know."
The big, black man looked furious, and he slugged the black girl hard. Jonelle screamed, and the black guy punched her again,
"STOP THAT!" Carol cried out, not wanting the poor, confused woman to get hurt. She was obviously a sort of...ghetto whore, but though confused, she seemed nice enough. The guy was enormous though, and she knew she'd never be able to stop him from hitting the girl...or doing whatever her wanted to her.
The man stood, wiped blood off his face, and strode to her, snarling "Gimme my wishin' stone, bitch!"
"I...I...I wish you'd disappear!" she blurted out, just as the man was about to lay hands on her. And in a second...he vanished from sight. He looked horrified as he flashed out of her room. Like a man condemned.
Then she checked to the moaning girl, and saw that she'd been badly hurt indeed. A broken jaw at least...
Experimentally, she said "I...wish your wounds were healed." and Jonelle's jaw fixed with a slight snapping sound. The black girl said "Thanks, momma. But...whachoo do wit' my man? Where LeBron at?"
Carol looked down at the girl, her huge, brown tits flopping out the top of her dress, and said "I wish...I knew what was going on here."
Then she dropped the stone in shock...and she KNEW!
"Oh, my G...g...Jon? Is that...really you, honey?"
The black girl smiled and looked proud as she thrust her breasts forward. "Not any mo', momma. I's a dirty, skeezer ho now, an' I'm totally down wit' it!"
Yes...he would be...he was permanently changed...and so was that poor girl Karyn...and she was reasonably sure she'd just wished that bastard Lebron - or Carl - out of existence. Oh, how could she fix this? She sank to her knees and started to cry, and Jonelle...her black daughter...went to her and hugged her, saying "It gonna be okay, momma. I wish's dat ma man was still heah, but least I gots Karyn. Me an' she gonna be good friends. An' least we still together. I couldn' leat Lebron do nothin' to you, momma."
Uncertain of what to do next, Carol hugged her transformed son to her...and Jonelle wondered why her momma was so depressed.
