"I wish that Jon would become an obese, shallow, vulgar slut ... just like me," Karyn Hoag said. The stone glowed, granting her wish.
Unfortunately, Karyn didn't specify a few things in her wish. Still unknown to her, Jon had wished that she would be an obese, shallow, vulgar slut, but he added a time limit of five days, whereas she didn't. Jon would be what she wished him to be indefinitely. Karyn also didn't say that she wanted Jon to be a girl. It could be assumed that the stone would make him a girl, since she said she wanted him to be a slut and to be just like her, but the stone didn't always interpret things the way the wisher wanted.
For one thing, while Karyn was now the daughter of wealthy parents, Jon's parents - though comfortably well off - weren't rich. Thus, to "...become an obese, shallow, vulgar slut." just like Karyn...would necessitate some basic changes in Jon's nature even more extreme that those that Karyn had undergone. A desperate love - no, LUST - for money would appear within the transformed Jon. A need to be pampered and spoiled that Karyn - with all her money - didn't have.
In the Gibson home...Jon began to thrash and moan in his sleep. A feeling of emptiness filled the young man, and he rolled to his hands and knees in groggy imitation of a sexual position. He felt...so empty. So open and desperately needy. He moaned again, feeling that if only he had something to eat...he could fill the echoing emptiness in his life. Food...or cock. Preferably both.
His body began to shift and warp...to stretch and swell like a waterbed mattress slowly being filled. Out and down his flesh swelled with thick, spongy fat which jiggled and wobbled with his movements. His mouth opened, lips welling into pouty, fat sausages while his cheeks became bloated jowls and his chins multiplied and grew thicker. His hair grew longer and - in imitation of Karyn - artificially blond. His face became feminine, but not beautiful. It wasn't part of Karyns wish that he be beautiful, so though his eyes became sultry and his mouth full and pouty, his nose had swelled, pugged, and grew almost piggishly snout-like. His eyes fluttered open for a moment, and the look in them was desperate and needy. Sullen and greedy. The look of a woman who would do ANYTHING to land - and keep - a man.
Now more she than he, Jon rolled to her feet and waddled to the bathroom, not noticing as the room about her shifted and warped much the same way that she had. The bed became a larger waterbed, covered with black sheets and red pillows. The walls of the room were covered with posters of naked men, removed from the various magazines that now filled her bookshelf. Pornos, muscle and body building magazines, scattered and dog-eared comics and romance novels had replaced the sci-fi and fantasy books that she no longer had any interest in. She entered her bathroom, and passed racks and shelves of makeup and hair care products. It was around THESE that her life now revolved when not gorging or fucking. Bright colors and gaudy hues now dominated her mind, and she thought that - as she didn't think she could get back to sleep...she might as well get ready for school.
First she showered, and the hot water on her vast body revitalized her. She soaped her massive breasts up - rubbing the basketball mass of them and pinching her nipples with lusty abandon - and massaged that vast, doughy expanse of her swollen ass and bloated, rounded belly. When she was done, she toweled herself off...and began to work on her hair. She found a pack of cigarettes, and - though Jon had never even tried smoking before - she flicked a cig from the pack and lit it with a quick, professional flick of a lighter. The rush of tobacco to her brain was like jump-starting a car, and she smoked continually as she worked.
Her hair was teased and sprayed into a big, bright ball of blond. Her face was tarted and slathered with cosmetics, with bright red lips outlined in black pencil, pink blush, blue eye shadow, thick mascara and eyeliner...
(obese shallow vulgar slut)
Her massive breasts, keg-thick thighs and mountain-range hips and ass looked as if they were going to burst out of her pink, leopard-print mini-dress, white and pink fishnet stockings and gigantic white, leather jacket with "Princess" in pink rhinestones on the back. Gaudy, fake rings with large stones were snugged over her sausage-thick fingers, bracelets jingled at her wrists, necklaces glittered about her neck, and a dozen earrings shown in each ear. A lip ring, nose stud and eyebrow ring decorated her face, and the three tongue studs she wore showed the world what an amazing cocksucker she was.
(obese shallow vulgar slut)
She kept looking at the flashy, sleazy image reflected back at her. It was...perfectly natural. She could remember ALWAYS being nearly 500 lbs of bloated, sultry tart with a bottomless appetite for sweets and cock. But...she felt that something was still wrong with the reflection. She picked up a black eyebrow pencil and drew a little black beauty-mark on one rounded jowl, and smiled at the effect. Then she wiggled her tongue at the image and imagined that an interested man was standing before her.
(obese shallow vulgar slut)
"Hey, stud..." she drawled in a high-pitched, giggly voice "...yah wanna fuck a REAL woman? I gots double helpin's of what'cha want, an' yah kin have it all night long."
She turned and shook her massive ass at her reflection, winked saucily over her shoulder, and wiggled her pierced tongue. She batted her long eyelashes and made a "Come here" gesture with her glittery, two-inch long red talons.
"You wanna fuck my big ass, huh? You wanna suck mamma's big tits? You wanna plow my cunt? Better tie a board 'cross your ass or you'll fall in..." she giggled at that last bit...and again, felt it was all wrong.
Slipping into her pink, 4-inch heels, she wiggled and wobbled down the stairs and past her mother...who winced at the sight of the "obese shallow vulgar slut" that she'd somehow raised. She didn't bat an eye at Jons comically slutty outfit, as she ALWAYS dressed like this. The fact that she needed to push two chairs together to sit didn't suprise her either, or when she started to alternate between eating a candy bar and smoking while waiting for her mother to feed her. Mrs. Gibson set a platter of eggs, sausage, bacon and hash browns before the obese slut and listened to her as she shoveled it into her red-lipped mouth in great, heaping fork-fulls. Her mother made a second platter while she polished off the first. Finally she finished, belched loudly, then heaved her bulk out of the chairs and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, squealing "That's fer th' prize winnin' eats, ma. Love ta have another plate, but I gotta get my ass t' school. Luv yah, ma." before waddling out to wait for her rich friend Karyn to pick her up. She and that stud Biff (lucky cunt) should be along any minute. She pulled a Giant-Size Snickers bar from her purse (which was crammed with candies, cigarettes, makeup and condoms) and ate while she waited.
