And with that, Karyns clothes reshaped themselves to fit her now 400lb form. Changing to fit her, the skimpy top, miniskirt and six-inch heels reformed into a loose, billowy Vanna shirred dress and simple sandles that accentuated her massive, globe-like form. She sighed in relief, pleased to be back to normal.
"Okay, now let me try one with you, Jon." she asked, holding out her hand.
Jon frowned at this, but...well, fair was fair. After all, the changes would only last for a few minutes, so...what was he worried about?
"Well...alright. But don't be mean. After all, I only changed your clothes..." he said, knowing he was lying but unwilling to let her know she wasn't alwasy so fat.
"She took the stone and smiled wickedly. "Oh, but what's the fun in that, Jon. After all, no mater what I do...it'll only last for a few minutes." and she closed her eyes and whispered something.
Jon waited with held breath. He closed his eyes...
Nothing happened.
"Ain'tcha gonna use th' stone, Karyn?" he lisped, his heavily made-up face showing confusion.
"I just did, Boopsie." Karyn giggled, then pointed to a mirror. "See if you can tell what I did."
Boopsie stood and wiggled his way to the mirror, pleased at the sight of his slim, girlish body (oh, so much dieting and Jazzersize), sexy outfit (His AWESOMELY plump ass flaunted by his pink booty shorts, smooth hairless chest under his pink lycra cami top that exposed his toned midrif and long, fishnet-sheathed legs ending in bright pink high heels) the wild makeup (silver and pink eyeshadow, blush, lipstick and little beauty mark) and long, wavy mane of teased out, blond hair with pink highlites. He looked so yummy and delicious, it was no wonder that his boyfriend Biff Meadows loved to plow his sweet-sweet ass all night long! He giggled and posed, loving what he saw. Nope...nothing wrong there. He looked so...Boopsie. Getting his name changed had totally been the right move, and soon...after he and Biff got married...he'd be Boopsie Meadows.
"So, like...wha' did yah do, Karyn?" he lisped in sugery tones, as he inspected his hands. Soft, dainty hands with glittery pink, inch-long nails set with gaudy rhinestone chips and nail rings. He moved and fussed and preened in the mirror like the dainty, mincing twink-boi Karyn had made of him. He held his wrists limp, his bottom swayed like a pendulum and his every waking thought was a craving for dick. He watched as the obese, globe-like girl laughed at him...and he frowned. Why was she laughing? He looked again at his reflection, and inspected every inch of his luscious appearance...and started to get made. What was that fat bitch laughing about? Feeling childish and spoiled, he stomped his right foot and glowered "Like...totally stop it, Karyn! Yer jus' such'a loser! You better stop laughin' at me!!!" and she snatched the stone out of Karyns hand...and said "I wish...I wish..."
Karyn, realising that Jon (now a lisping, childish twink-boi named Boopsie) was really going to do it, shouted "NO!" and tried to snatch the stone away...
