...Karyn!
She looked like Karyn...but there was something wrong. Something VERY wrong about her.For the most part, it seemed cosmetic, as Karyn's hair was cut short, and though fluffed and cared for, it looked...almost mannish. Aside for that, she had on skintight jeans and a mans polo shirt with a popped collar. She looked over at Jon, and said with a laugh "Shit, bro...you startin' without me, huh? Dude, don' get too frisky without yer wingman, Jon-O. That bitch is both of ours, remember."
Her voice. Just like Sarah, her voice was the same...but her speech and accent were foreign to what he'd always known of her. She sounded like some Southern California Surf Jockey. She set down the bag she was carrying and removed a couple of six-packs of beer, before turning towards him. He then noticed she was well-muscled - though not in an un-feminine way - and the she had a large bulge in her pants. He gaped as she took her pants off...revealing a large, erect penis. The head was pierced, and her nut sack held balls like plums.
As he watched, Karyn came from behind Sarah and inserted swiftly into her. Sarah gasped, then husked "Aw, DAMN yous gots a big dick!"
Karyn grabbed Sarah's huge breasts - obviously loving the feel and heft - and leered "Ain't a bitch this side of th' coast don' think Karyn's the monster fuck o' their lives. When I'm done plowin' this pussy o' yours, you gonna feel like you should be payin' me, bitch!"
Sarah lowered her mouth to Jon's cock, and started to suck him off. Jon clenched the stone tighter, and tried to wish he knew what had happened. What had gone on while he'd been sleeping. He almost got an answer, but some kind of interference seemed to cloud his knowledge for a moment, leaving him with only the idea that he'd made a wish while he'd slept...and that wish had been guided by another. For some reason - and he knew he'd never have made these wishes under normal circumstances - he'd wished Sarah McMillan into a cheap, low-class whore with a bottomless hunger for cock and a body that surgery had transformed into every mans wet dream. Karyn he's some how wished into a she-male, with the personality and mindset of a sexist, surfer asshole from an 80's movie. As she rung Sarah's bell, she was groaning "Oh, yeah...take that shaft you bitch...take every inch...oh man..."
Still...he was in command now. He clenched the stone - which he couldn't seem to unclench for some reason - and said "I wish...that Karyn would always been my best friend...and that Sarah was our friend as well..." hoping to ensure that Sarah didn't just go off some where to screw when they were done, and that Karyn and he could get along despite her new personality, which he KNEW would get on his nerves after too long.
The stone glowed...then a second voice...HIS VOICE, though not from his mouth...said "And I also wish..."
Once again, he couldn't seem to hear what was wished. He just felt...felt...
"Take itm, you bitch! Aw, YEAH! That's what I'm talkin' about, you cunt! Aw, that's the way...that's the way..."
Jon...didn't know what was going on. He could see Sarah before him, as his face was buried in between her thighs. He was lapping and sucking, and she was moaning and fondling her big tits. Karyn was somewhere behind him, and his body was shuddering and rocking. Was Karyn getting anal with him? No...that didn't seem right...
It felt wonderful, though. Somewhere behind him, Karyn was doing something to him that felt so perfect and pleasurable...so tight and fine...that he hoped she'd never stop. He shook his head, and a tumble of bright red waves fell before him...
"The mirror..."
Glancing about, he could see Sarah's discarded blue frilly spaghetti strapped top and denim miniskirt...but he could also see a red, leather halter top and black leather miniskirt...as well as fishnet stockings and a pair of red pumps with six-inch heels that WERN'T Sarah's!
A glance into the mirror showed her the bed, with Sarah and Karyn...and a third girl. A tiny thing with HUMONGOUS breasts bouncing in time with Karyn's thrusts. Karyn was fucking the girl doggy style...
The tiny girl with the huge breasts, tiny waist and big butt. The second whore with the mane of thick, fake red hair. The make-up smeared face, with the stoned-looking doe eyes and fat, pouty lips.
"Oh, shit yeah...shit yeah..." grunted Karyn as she came...filling Jon's world with bright lights and bimboish cries of pleasure. He tried to focus on something...but being fucked was so much more important to her. The center of her world in fact. It was nice being so small and helpless, dominated by a big, strong person like Karyn. Karyn was in charge...
She rolled over on her back - her bubble but so plump and pillowy that the small of her back was raised even in this position - and moaned "Ah, yeah...dat's what I luvs 'bout you, Karyn...you fucks me so good, fer sure..."
WAIT!
Sarah and Karyn watched as the tiny, red-headed whore they knew as 'Jonnie Jiggles' rolled to her feet and turned to them. She was their friend - their best friend - and they knew she was agitated, so they turned to her.
"Jonnie, is you feelin' okay, doll?" asked Sarah, who considered herself Jonnie's keeper. After all, the poor bimbo needed someone to hold her hand.
"Hey, shhhh..." soothed Karyn, as she/he got up and came to her. Karyn was at least a foot taller than Jonnie, and Jonnie instantly felt that she should do what these two people said. Then...she fought it again.
"Sarah! Karyn! We's gots tah gets dis woiked out..." she started to babble in her Jersey Bimbo accent, her voice high and musical "...I means, dis ain' right, don'cha know! I means...looks at dees big, back-breakin' tits! Dees ain' mine, yah know?"
Jonnie tried to organize her thoughts, but again...she just couldn't She couldn't read or add 2+2 either. That was why she needed a keeper like Sarah and a boyfriend (boyfriend?) like Karyn.
She looked at the hand that held the stone, and saw that the stone was now a large bauble attached to a gaudy, tacky bracelet on her wrist. She tried to remove it, but found it impossible. It was stuck there.
"Aw, shit..." she cursed, popping a piece of bubble gum into her mouth and chewing loudly "...dis ain' woikin' like I want. Nuttin's woikin right! I wishes..."
She slapped her tiny hand with it's two-inch long red nails over her pouty, sexy mouth. She's almost done it again! She'd almost wished...and could feel something invisible in the room that WANTED her to wish again! She felt stupid and easily confused, and KNEW that all this manipulation of her life and the lives of these two people, had been caused by this terrible...thing. Her grandpa had called it a "Dark Entity", and that sounded scary.
Karyn guided her back to the bed, and Sarah started to suck her big nipples. It felt so good, that she didn't argue. Then Karyn forced his/her huge cock into her mouth, and Jonnie felt safe. As long as she had dick in her mouth, she couldn't be tricked into wishing for something that the Dark Entity could twist or manipulate. It seemed to draw power from her wishes and then have access to her and her friends...
And that's what they were. Sarah - her fellow whore - and Karyn - her boyfriend. They were her friends, and a stupid, cheap whore like her should be grateful to have such friends. Thank goodness she did...
