Jon - through a casual wish to explore his darkest fantasy - had transformed himself both physicaly and mentally into a shallow, sex-mad slut with the impossible body of a dirty cartoon. Gone was the Jon who'd liked to chat online with other fans of science fiction, or spend hours in the company of her best friend Karyn. In his place was this absurdly tiny (4'9" tall), wasp-waisted, big-butted, M-cup breasted girl with knee-length platinum blond hair and the vapid, sleazy face of a surgery-obsessed pornstar. The dark, sleazy TG/BE/Bimbo fantasy he'd always masterbated to, was now his reality...and she LOVED it!
Zach - nolonger her Goth-obsessed little sister but now her horny, muecle-bound, huge-cocked brother - bent his tiny slut of a sister over her bed and started a marathon session of fucking that lasted hours and left Jen...
...Jen?
...Jezebel, that was her name. It was the PERFECT name. It was the ONLY thing she wanted to be called.
Jezebel and Zach - unable to clearly remember a life that didn't revolve around their incestous relationship - lay gasping and panting in each others arms. Jez and Zach had been fucking for years, and though she'd toss her cunt at anything with a dick, she genuinly LOVED her baby bro. Granted, she knew it was strange. I mean...it was kinda the thing trailerpark rednecks did...
Jezzie-Sue Gibson blinked and disentangled herself from her brother, and asked "Kin ah get'cha a beer, baby?' as she slipped her outsized "Mellon Patch" t-shirt down over her gigantic boonbs, and stepped into a ratty pair of Daisy Dukes. No underwear, of course. She prefered to let the course fabric floss her well-used cunt and ass.
"Sure thin', sis..." Zach Gibson rumbled '...an' bring that fine ass o' yers back too. Ah wanna get back ta' fuckin' it."
Jezzie-Sue giggled and wiggled out into the hall. The layout of the house was different. No, wait...it was the same. The same doublewide trailer they'd lived in for years. They lived in the Greenacers Trailer Park, which all the surrounding people called "Little Alabama", cause it was filled with loathsome rednecks...like her.
Jezzie-Sue snatched a six-pack from the fridge (some kind of cheap, generic beer that had been on sale) and...
...unrolled the pack of cigarettes from her shirtsleeve. She lit one, blew out a plume of smoke, and wiggled back to her waiting brother. The stereo in the bedroom was blareing "Sweet Home Alabama", and she thought about how much she loved fucking her brother...and that she'd never used the pill...and that her brother didn't like condoms...
Jezzie-Sue entered the room, her nine-months pregnant leading the way. As tiny as she was, the massive belly - buldging with quintuplets - and gigantic, milk-filled breasts just drove Zach wild. She lowered herself to the bed, and Zach cupped her belly as he took a beer from her. Zach knew the babies in her belly were his, and that fact just excited him all the more.
"Ah thought pregnant broads ain't supposed ta be smokin' and drinkin' an shit?" Zach asked, not really caring. All he wanted to do was suck the milk from those huge hooters of hers, then flip her over and plow her doggie-style.
Jezzie-Sue thought about that. She popped open her beer and drained it to the half, as she thought all redneck mothers were ignorant, so obviously SHE'd drink and smoke all she wanted. But...should she be doing this? What had happened to her? Something was wrong with her life? Was she always such a foul, sleazy tramp? She loved her body...her brother...her life. But...what was happening to her?
She looked around, and couldn't remember where she'd dropped the wishing stone. Had she used it already? She knew nothing was wrong with her perfect, wonderful life...but what about Karyn? She could remember wishing Karyn had blond hair and bigger boobs (though still tiny nect to her massive mellons) and that Karyn was her friend...even though they had nothing in common. She HAD to contact Karyn and see if she could help her out. Fix her life...which was perfect and just as it had always been.
"Where's tha' wishin' stone, bro..." she asked. "Ah cain't 'member where ah left it."
"Does yuh mean this?" asked Zach, holding up the stone she'd left when she'd gone out for beers. "Heck, girl...ah jus' wish..."
