(I was so stunned that SOMEONE had added on to this post, that I didn't know what to do at first. Finally, I decided I'd HAVE to add to it...but my first ideas were all so obvious that I finally decided to take a different angle on the story. I hope it's okay, and that someone decides to add to it some day ;>)
Immediately after Karyn left, Jon fell back to sleep. After the night he had with Karyn, he was exhausted. And he was so tired that he didn't even notice that Karyn took the stone with her. He wouldn't even notice that it was missing from his room until the next day. But by then, his life would have already changed, although he wouldn't notice.
Because that night at the Hoag residence, Karyn was thinking up a little bit of revenge. Jon had treated her badly right before he asked her to leave. But now since she had the stone, she could get back at him.
"I wish ..." she mused, the stone held in her fat hands while she lay in bed and listen to the 'humming' of the vibrator she had buried in her fat sex. She had to think of some way to punish Jon for his insensitivity to her needs, but in a way that wouldn't hurt him. After all, she did like Jon. Still...if he wasn't willing to fuck her when she wanted him too, he was useless. You'd think he'd have known that, given all the time they'd spent together...
She took the stone in her hands again, and first said "...that Biff Meadows was in LOVE with me, and that HE'D do ANYTHING to get my attention. That he WANTED me to be his girlfriend more than anything else in the world." as she reached around her huge belly and fondled the delightfully slippery slit in it's thatch of blond hair. She imagined the handsome, popular star quarterback of the football team atop her right now - booted and spurred and ready to ride her till morning - and she trembled in need. She let out a giggle, removed and shut off the vibrator, and said "In fact...I wish Biff would come here right now..."
Biff Meadows suddenly woke, and looked around his dark bedroom. His trophies glinted on the shelf, but they meant nothing to him. The framed photo of hid girlfriend Sarah looked...wrong to him. The girl was just...skin and bones. He needed a REAL woman!
He looked at the Playboy he'd been beating off to before falling asleep, and was unmoved by the girl he'd been fascinated by. She was too skinny. Nothing there for a man to hold on too while her rode her. A sudden realization that he was unattracted to ANY female that wasn't about twice his size made his legs go weak. What was wrong with him?
Slipping into some clothes, he had no idea where he was going. But...he had to go somewhere. Find someone. Find...
Karyn. Big, fat Karyn Hoag. The girl was legendary for both her size and her love of cock. She suddenly danced into his mind, and he could see himself kissing her fat lips, clutching her swollen. doughy buttocks, and sucking her hard nipples atop her bloated breasts, each of which was the size of his head!
Karyn Hoag. Why had he never tried to tap that girl? The school would laugh at him, and that boney bitch Sarah would make his life hell. But...it didn't matter at all. The important thing, was that she was beautiful and brave. Strong and seductive. She suddenly shined in his minds eye as a woman with a distinct style and attitude. Not like the thin, flimsy girls who chased him, but a bold and laughing titan of sex and fun with whom he could - and should - be close.
He left his house quietly and drove the six blocks to the gaudy, tacky Hoag mansion. The Hoags had built their fortune on an empire of pornography and sleaze...but that didn't matter. His folks hated the big, bulky house with it's faux-gold statuary of plump nymphs and deliriously colorful flower gardens (cared for by hired gardeners), but THAT didn't matter. What did matter...
He pulled into their drive way, and saw Karyn up in her room. He gasped, as he could see she was naked, and all her swollen charms were exposed. He leapt from his car and ran to her, climbing up the trestle beside her window and scrambling into her open window, panting and hungry with need.
"Karyn..." he began, realizing how crazy all this was. "...I...I think I...love you, Karyn. I've been looking at you for years, and never had the courage to tell you...that I love you. Please..." he stopped talking, as Karyn started to undress him...and he fell into her soft, thick arms with a cry of mixed lust and relief. She DID want him! He'd show her he was worthy of her! He'd do anything for her! He'd serve her night and day!
(later)
Karyn looked at Biff as he snuggled against her bulk, obviously loving the feeling of her vast, soft body. His muscular left leg was thrown over one of her huge, keg-thick thighs. His left arm was cuddling her huge belly, and his cheek was buried into her soft, pillowy shoulder. And to think all this had been wasted on Sarah McMillain! Biff was a bit of a shallow ass, but then again...so was she now. Besides, anything she didn't like about him...she could change to fit. All that was really important was that he loved and worshiped her in a way that Jon never had.
Jon. With his independence and his obsession with HIS wants and desires as opposed to hers. Jon was suddenly quite dull and pale compared to Biff. Jon hadn't understood her desires at all. In Biff, she'd found a lover who would realize that all she REALLY wanted to do was eat and fuck. Biff would do whatever she wanted. Suck her toes? Fuck her ass? Feed her chocolate-covered cherries for hours at a time? Anything would be game with Biff, as he really understood her.
And that...had been Jon's problem. Jon hadn't understood her. Hadn't REALLY understood her at all. Jon had been fun, but he hadn't been shallow and simple enough for her. Hadn't been as easy to please as she was. Hadn't understood the pure and simple joy of gorging on chocolates while a man rode you from behind, hilt-deep in your ass while Def Leopard blasted from the stereo! Oh, that was her idea of perfection, now! She was an obese, shallow, vulgar slut...and she LOVED IT!!!
He hadn't understood. That had been the problem. Jon needed to see things from HER perspective.
"I wish..." she whispered into the dark.
