*Silence hung in the air for a moment.
"Get the fuck off of me!" the dark haired goth shouted, pulling away from Zach. "You have any idea how fucking creepy it is to feel your tits pressing against my back?"
"SILENCE!" They immediately recognized Jon's voice. "This has gone on long enough!"
"Uh oh," ThePro whispered as he once again felt himself rubbing the stone in his hand.*
When he spoke, it was clear that his dialogue was being fed in from an outside source. It was almost like watching an anchorman or even the president of the United States as they read their lines from a teleprompter. "I wish that for the next twenty-four hours, while we're being prepared for our new lives as puppets to Jon and Karyn's sadistic whims, none of the authors present, and none who are brought here later, could leave this house. I also wish that Jon's parents were on a well-earned trip to the Bahamas until further notice." A bright flash of light followed Pro's somewhat monotone delivery, causing everybody present to shield their eyes.
"Well," Zach said slowly, looking toward Pro and A-51, "as far as sadistic life-destroying whishes go, I think that could have been a lot worse." He brushed a strand of long blond hair away from his eyes and walked over to sit down on the bed. "All this time," he continued, "I'd never even considered the possibility that we might be completely screwing up real lives. I just thought I was starting a site where people could read and write about the things that interested them." He shook his head, crossing his arms over his impressively endowed breasts.
"I know," Pro said softly, having come out of the trance he'd been in a moment before. "I thought I was writing fiction. I never meant to hurt anybody." He walked over and leaned back against the wall, glancing at the others in the room. A stray thought was nibbling at him, trying to catch his attention, but he ignored it. "I didn't want to see anybody get hurt."
"Yeah," A-51 said rather sarcastically, "Really fucking noble by the way, you know the way you tried to save yourself back there and throw us under the fucking bus. Real impressive display of compassion there." He shrugged his shoulders. It had felt good clocking Mr. One and part of him felt like reliving that feeling with the help of somebody in the room. "Shit, I have a real life out there. How the hell can I go back to it looking like this?" His arms gestured toward himself forcing everybody to take in the dark clothing and piercings again. "We have to figure something out. There has to be a way out of this."
Almost completely by accident, Pro glanced toward Hikaru who had his hand up in the air, another effect of one of the wishes that had been made against them. He nodded toward the breasted man. "What is it Hikaru?"
A look of relief crossed the formerly silent author's face. It had obviously been difficult for him to remain quiet all this time. "What happened to Tag1702?" he asked quietly.
"Fuck he's right," A-51 said, suddenly glancing around the room. "This is so fucking typical of him. He shows up on the site, writes for a week or two and then vanishes into fucking air for months and months at a time. I mean consistency man! He starts these ambitious stories and then, just when people get interested: BAM! He's gone again!"
"And talk about long winded," Pro offered, "Could he use more words?"
"I know," the Goth chimed in, "Every fucking branch he writes is like reading a damn novel."
"I wish he'd limit himself to six words a sentence." Another flash of light.
"You're fucking kidding me, right?" A-51 said, glaring at Pro. "I get the Goth makeover of the century, poor old Zach and Hikaru have to deal with tits now, Weirdoid's a fucking freak of nature, and Tag Tag can't use long sentences? Seriously? Poor fuck. Glad something really bad like that didn't happen to any of us." He rolled his eyes.
The errant thought that had been fighting for Pro's attention finally found it. "Weirdoid," he whispered, "Weirdoid's missing too. I hope nothing too terrible is happening to them."
"You don't suppose " Zach chimed in, catching everybody's focus. "I mean, remember the wish; Men would find his body irrisistable, and he'd be unable to turn down their advances." There was an extremely uncomfortable silence in the air, as the full and extremely disturbing implications of what Zach was saying settled in. This was followed by another, even more uncomfortable silence.
Finally, looking like he might explode, Hikaru began to speak, "This is what I'm talking about! Maybe the changes that affected Zach and me somehow made us immune, but Pro, you and A-51 should have been affected from the beginning! Apparently it was simply forgotten. That's the kind of thing that brought me here in the first place!" He paused. "Uh oh." Hikaru rolled his eyes as the changes began to unfold.
Because he'd perceived himself as trying to correct an earlier error, his breasts grew into full B cups. Though they were small, they were still enough to strain against his shirt. That would have been bad enough, but it wasn't the only change he underwent. Because of the "out of story" comment he'd made, he felt himself shrink a full three inches. His clothing didn't shrink with him and began to look just a little loose. Finally his hair grew out a full three inches, taking on slightly feminine part down the middle because he had spoken out of turn without raising his hand to request permission.
Hikaru promptly stopped speaking, and began mumbling softly to himself again.
A-51 rolled his eyes and was about to speak curse out Hikaru when the bedroom door opened. Standing on the other side was
