Karyn frowned, but was still unhappy with the situation. She inspected her hands, grimaced at the fake nails and gaudy rings. She knew in her hart that as Krazy she loved her bling almost as much as she loved partying and dancing. Karyn closed her eyes and a faint memory of gyrating her body - big ass and huge tits shaking - floated into view. In the vision she was dancing with Jon, and Jon couldn't keep up with her. Nobody could, but it was always fun to watch Jon try. Poor, skinny little white-boy didn't have no moves or nothin' goin' on. Still, jus' the fact that he was willin' to try made him seem sweet. Not like the men she usually ran with. Big men wid big dicks an' not much else. Jon was jus' sum sweet guy who she met...
Karyn fumbled in her purse for something (she couldn't think of what, but she knew it was there) and eventually came up with a shiny card, emblazoned with the logo "Udders" and a silhouette of a HUGE breasted woman doing a pole-dance. Below the silhouette was an address in a sleazy area of downtown.
She licked her lips, and vaguely remembered that Jon had come in some weeks ago. He was obviously using a fake ID, but that was fine. She'd seen him watching as she shook and bounced her tits to the music, all the while swinging and sliding on her pole. She'd seen him just watching and not hooting or hollering like the others. After the set, she'd gone down into the audience and offered a lap dance. He'd accepted, and the hard on she could feel was proof that he wasn't gay or anything. He was just quiet, and much more respectful than she was used to.
Krazy shook her head again, trying to dislodge some terrible lie from her psyche. Somethin' was jus' wrong wid her. She couldn't remember what it was, so she glanced back at Jon.
Jon was writing on a pad of paper - tryin' to draw some kind of map or somethin'. He was always doin' shit like dat, an' she moved closer to him. He glanced-up quickly, then went back to writing.
Krazy reached over and unzipped his fly. He looked down with a distracted look on his face, muttering "Karyn...huh? I...I need..."
Krazy flinched at that, thinking that she knew someone named Karyn...but that she was a dull, boring little nothing. It pissed Krazy off that her boyfriend would be thinkin' of sum skinny little white chick when he had his self a black goddess right here! She squeezed his penis hard, and Jon gasped, dropped the stone he'd been fiddling with, and wailed "Wait! I don't..."
Krazy lowered her mouth to his penis, and smiled. It was small, white and cute...but big enough for what she wanted.
Jon rolled his eyes back and moaned as Karon/Krazy did things to him that he'd only read of. It was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her, and she didn't seem to want to. As he floated in a cloud of sexual satasfaction he'd never even dreamed of, he wondered...
"How could this have happened? Nothing in the wish for blond hair should have caused this. And the dice...well, that was innocent enough. It couldn't have caused this."
He came, gushing into her mouth, and he was stunned to realize that she'd swallowed every drop. Then she kissed his navel, his chest, and finally his lips, guideing him onto the bed. She undressed quickly, and he found himself doing the same thing. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. She writhed against him, her chocolate-colored skin beaded with sweat.
"Unless...unless the stone isn't just a stone! Maybe it has a mind. A will of it's own. Maybe there's more than one of them, and someone else is making changes to my wishes. Maybe this is what Karyn always fantasized about, and she's tapping into the stone somehow. Or maybe I made these wishes unconsiously."
Maybe...maybe...maybe...
After sex, Jon lay...spent. Krazy drew a filter-tip cigar ("Black and Mild" from her purse, and the smell of vanilla-scented tobacco-smoke soon perfumed the room. She cuddled him, smiling and obviously pleased with him. She snuggled, tucked his head between her massive breasts, and crooned "You so damn sweet, Jon. I loves bein' wid you. You mah man an' I's yo woman."
What am I goin to do about this? There HAS to be a way of getting Karyn back to normal! And how did this get so out of control in the first place? He couldn't leave her trapped as this...this stereotype!
