Jon woke up the next morning, having barely slept the night previous, eager to experiment with the stone. He was fully aware of the possible implications of using the stone, but he also knew that there was one person in particular who deserved everything she got and then some.
Sarah McMillan had been horrible to someone the other day for getting pregnant. He didn't particularly care for the normally snobbish Emily, but the way that Sarah had treated her was completely out of line. Perhaps, since Emily's life was now going to be on hold, Sarah's life should be on hold as well.
Jon reached for the stone, and paused a moment when he noticed it was slightly heavier than before. Thinking nothing of it, he held the stone close and said "I wish that Sarah would become eight months pregnant with quadruplets, but that she would notice the change but not know why it happened. I also wish that she had to carry all these babies to term, and that she was physically able to do so, and raise them as well..." Jon felt the stone grow hot as his wish was granted.
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Sarah McMillan looked into the mirror, pleased with her appearence once more. She blew herself a kiss in the mirror before turning away to head for school.
She suddenly stopped when she felt a strong lurch in her stomach. She paused and clutched at her abdomen for a moment, before shaking her head and walking again. She stopped again when another lurch occured, causing her to fall over to her knees. She sat on her bathroom floor, breaking out into a cold sweat of fear as she felt a growing pressure against her stomach.
"Wha...what's happening to me!" she cried out, as she felt the pressure continue to grow exponentially with each passing second. Her eyes bugged out in fear when she sawher stomach slowly start to expand outwards, gradually getting fatter and fatter...but there was definition to the growth. Almost like she was...
She groaned as the pressure continued to build, clutching at the tile floor as she tried to fight the inevitable. Still her midsection continued to grow, getting bigger than anyone ever thought possible. She looked at her monstrous belly, barely able to see the doorknob from her position on the floor. Finally, after several seconds, the pressure stopped, and she could move. Reaching up, she barely pulled herself to a seated position using the towel rack for added leverage. After a few missteps and a mighty heave, she got to her feet, something she immediately regretted when she looked in the mirror.
She was enormous. It was as if someone had stuffed her with two overinflated beach balls and thrown them in her stomach. Stretch marks criss-crossed her formly toned abs, and her skin seemed so tight in places it looked like elastic on the verge of snapping. Sarah couldn't even reach her hands all the way around her stomach, as big as it was. Sarah's lower lip quivered in fear at what had happened, and let out a cry of despair. Her blouse lie in tatters on the floor, exposing her equally enormous tits. They had always been big, but Sarah noted that they were nearly three times their normal size, and they felt full of...something.
She let out another cry and begin to weep uncontrollably, the surge of hormones running through her destroying any shred of self-control she had. At the noise, her mother came rushing in and began to console her daughter.
"There there dear," her mother said, as Sarah allowed herself to be comforted. Sarah had no idea how this had happened, and when her mother began explaining about mood swings in pregnancy, she stopped her thoughts dead in her tracks. It was as if her mother had ALWAYS thought she was this way.
"It's just one more month dearie," her mother said, "And then we can welcome these twelve gifts from God to the world."
Sarah gasped. TWELVE? SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH TWELVE KIDS????!!!
