..and knew...that THAT had been the change Jon had made in her. She'd had not the slightest idea that she wasn't naturally obese, even remembering all the food she'd thought she'd eaten. It was a shock...such a shock that she let Jon get too far from her, and as she scrambled to her feet, she saw Jon backing away from her.
"Now Jon..." she began.
"BOOPSIE!" he squealed in his girlishly high, breathy 'drag queen Monroe' voice. "Like, you're such'a BITCH, Karyn! You knows I'm Boopsie! I've been Boopsie fer...like ages! Don' you 'member when I came out an' realised I'm...like TOTALLY queer, an' me an' My sweet Biffy-wiffy started datein' an' stuff? What's wrong wit'cha, girl?"
"No, Jon...stop for a momant. Remember how you wished me fat, and I didn't remember not being that way? Remember how I made a wish about you? I MADE you this way. I wished you to be...well, an outragious 'gayboi' stereotype."
Boopsie paled, and whimpered "You're lyin' t' me, Karyn." but knew...she wasn't. He LOVED his wild, totally 'hawt' lifestyle and appearance. He loved clinging to his sweet, hunky boyfriend, lettin' Biff fuck his ass all night long. Boopsie could clearly rememberi dropping to her knees hundreds...maybe thousands of times, an' suckin' his mans big, meaty dick. Biff treated him like a dirty little princess. He was flunkin' all his classes at school an' would soon dropout, so he could devote all his time to pleasin' his man. Soon they'd be married...and he'd be Boopsie Meadows. That thought...made him want to cry. A lie? Was it all a lie? It couldn't be...it shouldn't be...
He looked down at the stone. It didn't have t' be a lie. It could be...the truth.
He felt a funny feeling in his stomach, and knew that any second could be his last, and he'd revert to...what had he been? Maybe this bitches (ugh) boyfriend? Boopsie blanched. Straight sex was so normal and boring. Not like being dominated and fucked by his lovin' man Biff. That was the most awesome...
"He looked up at Karyn, and squealed "I wishes I waz...likes, always Boopsie, an' just a sweet..."
"NO!" screamed Karyn in horror, as she lunged for him. He was so light and nimble thou, he scampered out of the way easily, plump and perfect ass bouncing as he did.
"...sweet piece o' ass fer my man Biff t' fuck. I wishes he an' me waz like...totally in luv, an' he wants' ta fuck me all th' time."
Karyn scrambled after him, but Boopsie slammed the bathroom door, locking it. Karyn pulled at the doorknob and weapt as she screamed "Oh, I'm so sorry I did this to you, Jon. Please understand that. I'm your friend."
Boopsie giggled like a spoiled, silly little girl, and posed before the big mirror. Gawd, he was such a luscious slice of sweet, twink-boi ass! No wonder his boyfriend Biff...
He looked down at the stone...and thought why not? he lisped a simple wish.
A ring appeared on his finger, and Boopsies heart skipped a beat. He was married to his big, strong Biffy now. He knew that a photo album filled with wedding pictures now existed. Boopsie cried in happiness as he looked at the ring, and thought about his big, strong husband. He was so wonderful. Boopsie never did any of his schoolwork so he'd be nice and ignorant, letting everyone think his big, strong husband was the smart one. Boopsie wasn't really stupid, but he'd been acting like a silly, fluffy-headed dim-bulb for so long that even he wasn't aware it was an act. He was a total 'himbo' inside and out, and it was important that his man thought he was th' smart one in their relationship. The only books he read were fashion magazines, gossip rags an' raunchy gay porn. Other than that, he hadn't cracked a book in years. Television? For him, it was nothing but reality television and celebrity tell-alls. He LOVED watching old episodes of "The Simple Life", and Snookie was his fav on "Jersey Shore".
Then...he heard the sound of the doorknob turning. Some how, she'd picked the lock!
Boopsie scrambled away, gasping "I wishes I waz...like, at home wit my man!"
And suddenly...he was in the dark. Laying in bed. He reached out, and his long-nailed hand slipped over smooth, muscular skin. He heard Biff say "Babe, are you up?"
Tears trickled down his smooth, hairless cheeks and Boopsie started to cry from happiness. That voice...the smell of him...his needs...all of this combined to fill his heart with such love that Boopsie could barely gasp out a high, fluttery "Yeah, i'm up, baby. You wan' I should suck yer dick? I, like...totally wanna."
"So who's stopping you, babe?" the light flicked on, and he saw Biff...and moaned in desperate need. Crawling about, he breathed on Biffs cock, causing it to awaken and stand at attention. The feel of it...it's girthy thickness and musky oder...as it stiffened and grew, it's length was awesome. Though tall, strong and handsome, his Biff had been truely blessed in this department. His cock was like a thick, heavy snake at least the length of Boopsies forearm thicker than his wrist. For just a momant, ha paused...before taking it all in...every last inch...deep-throating it's astonishing length like he always did.
As Biff watched that epic ass bounce and sway above him, he reached out and tickled Boopsies tiny prick. Hard as a rock, it was only perhaps the size on his own little finger. The tiny silver bell that dangled from the ring piercing the base of the head tinkled merrily, and Biff again thanked his lucky stars that he'd come out of the closet, because if not...he might have let this sweet piece pass him by. Boopsie was such a soft, swishy little faggot (just like he liked then) that he was easy to love. Boopsie was all he wanted. After a workout or a big game, all his dick wanted...was right here. Biff and Boopsie Meadows were regulars on the school party scene - gay or otherwise - and nobody ever picked on the sweet, sugery boi for fear of what his big, strong husband would do.
After he came, and Boopsie sucked and licked his shaft clean, accompanied by Boopsies kittenish bills and coos of contented pleasure, Biff rolled him over and slipped a couple of fingers into Boopsies ass. It was the most perfect ass in the world. Round, plump, bouncy and projecting like that bumber on an old car (you could rest a beercan on that rump) he prepared to take him. Boopsie squealed and trembled in excitement, then gasped out...as his worl was complete. Biff took him, inch after glorious inch, and nothing could be better. It was all he wanted. All he'd ever really want. Biff pumped away, and each thrust was like a symphony of pleasures. He bucked and whinnied and gasped and moaned, and when Biff finally came, Boopsie crawled up and snuggled against his chest, wanting him...needing him...loving him. The stone held in his tiny, dainty hand...he had nothing left to wish for. Everything he'd ever want...was right here. He didn't even have any anger for Karyn. After all, she'd made this wonderful life for him. Gave him his body...his man...his wonderful personality. He'd talk with her tomorrow at school, but he'd tell her he'd left the rock home so she didn't get any ideas. He'd tell her about how happy he was, and that was that. She'd understand...and if not, who really cared? This was the life he wanted.
