(It took a while to work out what would happen next, as I was hoping someone else would give it a try. Finally, I tossed this together. Hope it suits the flow. Want the story to go in a different direction? Go back on episode and post off that. Like this one, and have an idea where to take it? Give it a shot. I have a few ideas myself. ;>)
Meanwhile, Karens mom was sitting at home...holding the wishing stone. She was still unaware of the effect her casual wishes were having on her daughter and her daughters former boyfriend, when she said without thinking "I wish...those two girls wern't so...high maintenance. It costs a small fortune to keep Karen fed, and I can't assume that Joan is any different. If only they could be satisfied with lower quality. If only they were easier...cheaper..."
She trailed off there, her intentions not made clear through her mumbling...but the rock didn't have any problem taking what she'd said...and running with it. Basicly, it took her stumbling wish, and simplified it to "I wish those two girls were easier and cheaper."
Joan felt it as a tingling in her skin. I sort of...ripple through the room followed, with the people growing less distinct and everything seemed to shift. She looked at Karen, and it was plain that she too felt the same ripple...and Joan saw that the black gown that Joan had worn into the restaurant had vanished, to be replaced by a black halter top that exposed her meaty arms and flaunted her massive boobs, squeezing them into a pair of thick globes...
"What's wrong...with your clothes?" said Karen...as the world dissolved about them. The restaurant vannished...then reformed about them. Nolonger were they sitting at a table inside Mosaic - the most exclusive restaurant in town - but instead, they were squeezed into a booth at Dennys. Joan looked down, and saw several empty plates in front of her...she burped, and could taste grease and bacon...
"Would you like a third bacon tripple-cheeseburger, Joan?" asked Jake, and Joan suddenly knew that she'd not been eating the highclass foods of Mosaic, but rather had been gorging on the cheaper fair of Dennys. She'd eaten three of the bacon double-cheeseburger platters - fries and onion rings on the side - and she still felt...empty. She needed another of those badboys..."
She looked at Jack, and saw both concern...and obvious lust. She gasped "I...I gotta hit th' can, Jake." in her breathy, little girl voice. She heaved her heavy body up and waddle/minced on her six-inch heels as quickly as she could into the ladies room.Behind her, she heard Karen say "I need t' fix my face, hun.." as she followed.
Joan...was shocked by her appearance. She was just as fat as ever, but the obese girl in the mirror her was now dressed in a bright red tubetop, red miniskirt, crotchless panties and fishnet stockings. Much too much makeup was slathered skillfully buy thickly on her face, and her bottle-blond hair was brighter and totally fake, though still styled into a distinct Marilyn Monroe hairdo. As she watched, she could both see and feel piercings forming on her body - vagina, nipples, face, ears...everywhere - and tattoos blossomed into view just behind them. She raised a finger to her face to touch the row of piercing that formed in her eyebrow and the studs that appeared in her nose, and she saw that her crimson nails were now almost 2 inches long, french tipped and decorated with little hearts, flowers and gold "J" monograms. Then the pinkie nail on each hand became pierced with a small ring. It was all cheap and gaudy as heck...but it was also just the way she wanted to look. Phantom memories of blowing off school to...what? Fuck guys? She could imagine herself accepting money from some greasy loser to let them mount her and pump into her fat vage, her groaning and moaning as she stuffed Little Debbie snack cakes into her maw. She never did her homework, and it was accepted by all that she'd be dropping out soon this year. She was often in detention, and she'd sit in the back...filing and painting her nails...
Karen waddled in behind her, her own fat body squeezed into a halter top, black streatch pants and her hair spun and tristed into a black cascade down her back. She wore enough pale foundation and dark, smokey makeup to give her a Gothic look, and as she saw her own piercings and tattoos (darker and more sinister) forming on her, she spat "Fuck, Jon...we gotta get back home an' fix this shit! My ma mus' be wishin' again..." before she stopped, then said "Hullo? Hullo? Testin' one, two tree...shit, I sounds like sum fuckin' stupid whore!"
Yes. She did. So did Joan, for that matter. Guided by their enslavement to Jack and Petes sexual fantasies and her mothers poorly worded wishes, they were becoming a pair of the schools fattest and cheapest sluts. Thank goodness they had boyfriends who wanted them and knew how to treat them right...
Jewel said to Kandi "We gotta tell th' guys to take us home, Kandi..." then blinked. Had her friend always been called Kandi? That sounded right...
"Yeah, I ain't stupid, Jewel..." she spat at her best friend, knowing that Jewel had been her boyfriend just a few hours ago, but nolonger being able to clearly remember what Jewel had looked loke. Or been named, for that matter. Jewel was the only name that came to mind when she looked at her friend. Still, it was obvious that they needed to get back home and simply grab the rock from her mom. If not, who knew where they'd end up?
They left the ladies room and wiggle/waddled back to their boyfriends, finding that they'd ordered another platter of burgers for each of them. Frightened and worried as they were, Kandi and Jewel couldn't bring themselves to just drag their boyfriends away without finishing their meals (like the boys wanted them to) and they ate slowly, moaning and gasping as they made a spectacle of devouring their food like the fantasy fatgirls they'd become. When they were finished, they left on Jack and Petes arm, and once they were in the car...both girls felt like they just HAD to show their boyfriends a good time, after they'd been treated so nice. Thus, Jack dropped Karen and Pete off at Petes house, and Karen didn't argue. After all, her parents were used to her sleeping around, and at least they LIKE Pete. Jack took Jewel back to her home, and Jewel was starting to panic. She knew she was a boy, but she couldn't remember what her name used to be...and she was getting so moist downstairs. So wet and hot, that her juices were starting to puddle in her wet, pierced crotch. Jack said "Well, I'll see you Jewel." and Jewel found herself blurting out "You wanna see my room?" before she could stop herself. A few minutes later (her parents had obviously approved of Jack, and he chatted with them for a minute before following her upstairs) they were in Jewels room, and Jewel moaned in horror and loss. All of her old stuff...her stacks, bookshelves and collections of classic sfi-fi and fantasy paperbacks were gone, replaced with piles of fashion magizines, BBW porn and cheap romance novels. Her walls were slathered with posters of Marilyn Monroe, hunky boys, puppies, kittens and unicorns, and her once impressive computer was now a cheap, knockoff just used for Facebook, e-mails and basic surfing. Her bed was huge, though...with red sheets and a white comforter. The ceiling above the bed was mirrored...
"My room..." she moaned, knowing that she'd lost so much, and she started to cry. Jack was by her side quickly, leading her to the bed and saying "Hey, Jewels...don't make it bad...take a sad song...and make it better..." which was something from an old song that she couldn't remember anymore, but she knew it was what Jack sang to her to cheer her up. She giggled through the tears, but continued to cry anyway. Jack looked concerned, and said "Look...I'm sorry if this evening was a bust. I'll leave your prom dress right here on this chair, and I'll go if you'd like."
"No!" begged Jewel, who didn't want to be alone right now. She was so scared by what had happened this evening. She knew her grandpa would be disappointed in how she'd let that stupid wishing stone get away...then get her into this fix. She'd lost her gender...her education...her self respect...and her grilfriend in just a few hours, at it was all so sad and silly...
Jack put his arms around her, then helped her undress slowly. She didn't struggle, as she wanted to get to bed anyway. He took off her tubetop...miniskirt...rolled the fishnets down her legs and removed her six-inch heels. When he was done, an obese, 500+ lb. bimbo with platinum blond hair, too much makeup, too many piercings and tattoos sat splay-legged on the edge of the bed. She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, then started crying again when she saw her absurd nails. Everything had gone wrong today.
Jack couldn't leave her in such a state. He sat next to Jewel, sang to her and rocked her while he calmed her...and it was a suprise to both when she slipped her own arm about him...and drew him close...then kissed him. Within a few minutes, she was giggling and moaning as she lay on the bed, her boyfriend mounting her and pumping into her. Jewel looked up into the mirror and saw they simply, silly bimbo with the ballooning body rocking and wobbling as her man thrust...thrust...thrust into her, each pump sending shockwaves of bliss into her brain. It was so nice having a man who loved her for what she was. As he thrust into her, then gasped and came, she groaned in delight and rolled over to suck his cock, her plump lips wrapped tightly about his thick shaft. She hoped he'd be ready to go again soon, as she desperatly wanted to be pregnant soon. Then they could get married, and they could fuck all the time. He'd go to collage and she'd keep his apartment clean and cook his meals while he was at class, then fuck him all night long. It seemed perfect...but it also scared her. She shouldn't be doing this! She had to get back to normal...
But...she wanted to be Jacks wife so very much...the mother of his children...the bedmate he'd always dreamed about...
Eventually, she had him hard again, and he rolled over to her loins, slipping her perfectly shaped cock into her again. Jewel watched her boyfriend pumping into her, and tried to remember...
