(Let's see...I want this change to be more unusual than most, so...)
Jon wondered what went wrong. He'd wished for something interesting to happen...and nothing. Just one but goose egg...
"Maybe...I should try again..." he mused, holding the stone in his hand. As he lay on his bed, all alone in his room, he said "I wish that whatever may last wish affected, would now become more obvious and unusual."
There...that should do it.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town...
Sarah groaned in her sleep, feeling...feeling...
She shuddered, but did not wake. She moaned, yet her slumber continued. She dreamed of her beautiful, sexy former-self mocking her. She dreamed...
She dreamed that she answered that mocking shade, with a sneer of her own. The old Sarah McMillain - a posh, sexy girl with blond hair, dressed as a cheerleader - looked shocked as the new Sarah McMillain - a homely, hugely fat girl with black hair and thick glasses - was no longer dressed in her ugly, home made tent dress, but rather wore a neat, if unstylish, denim skirt and white blouse. Her blouse had a pocket protector for her pens and calculator, and her black hair had been combed and bound into a pair of pigtails. She looked nerdy as heck...but if you'd seen the eyes, you'd know the truth. The REAL Sarah shined from behind those glasses.
"You...stupid, vapid cheerleader! You're just an empty space waiting to be occupied by another identical blond once you graduate. You're a fake! A fraud! A...a..."
She seemed to swell in size, and now the old Sarah was cowering in front of her, utterly dwarfed by the girl before her. Sarah reached out and grabbed the cheerleader, snapping her neck with a violent twist of her wrists. She looked at the girl who lay before her, and felt a thrill of triumph run through her!
"Well. ding-dong, the bitch is dead." she chuckled, and when she woke...she was still chuckling.
She felt both different and somehow...better. She stretched and rolled to her feet, feeling actually refreshed and reinvigorated by her nights sleep. She looked out the window, and noticed that the sun was still down. But...she just didn't feel like going back to sleep. Not at all. She felt in fact that she should...do something. She suddenly wished they lived on a farm, so she'd have a nice, long list of chores to do.
She reached down and scratched her big ass, feeling...a more generous layer of padding. Yet...also a denser, thicker...
She waddled to the bathroom and flicked on the light. She almost had to duck as she entered. She was taller by at least six to eight inches, and her body bulged in a different way. Still fat, but now also...also...
She remembered having seen Sumo Wrestlers on television. That thick, fat-yet-muscular way they looked. She looked down at her huge belly, thighs and breasts...but now the fat on her arms was thicker. Under all that blubber, she now had thick, slabs of hard-packed muscle. Her back and legs were equally as powerful. Also...she was darker. Not ethnically, but rather from hours spent toiling in the hot sun. Her skin was brown and tanned and weathered...but not ugly. She thought she looked like a farm girl.
She ran her hands over her body, then checked the hands themselves. Thick, powerful hands. Strong, muscular fingers. Rough and callused, they were the hands of someone who worked for a living. They were good, honest hands. Her feet were just as callused, and she felt that shoes would be a useless extravagance.
She slipped the sundress down over her head, and no longer felt it was ugly. It was homemade and honest. Unpretentious...just like her. She smiled at the sight, and was amused that the hem of the dress only came up to her knees instead of her ankles as it had last night.
Sarah waddled out into the hall, then down to the kitchen - the floorboards creaking under her staggering weight. Her first thought was to make breakfast...but then she remembered her mothers little vegetable garden, and how with a little work...it could be a real showplace. And there was the wood stove they kept for when the power went out. They had a pile of unsplit logs that her father was always intending to take care of, but...he wasn't the most physical of men.
Kyla shook Nathanial McMillain, and hissed "Nathan? Nathan, are you asleep?"
He blinked and looked at the clock. "Uh...I am now. What...what's wrong?"
"Do you hear that? Outside? In the back yard? I've heard something...and then heard it again. I think someone's in back of the house!"
Nathan grabbed his robe and stepped into his slippers, certain that this was just a case of a stray cat knocking about among the cans...
Wait. That last sound. It was the door to the toolshed. He knew that something was amiss know, but...before he did something crazy like call the police. As he passed his daughters door, he peeked in and saw she wasn't in. That meant that the person out back might be her, but still...he should make sure. After all, what would his daughter - his newly plain and fattened daughter - be doing in the tool shed? Not just this early, but at all? She could barely maneuver her bulk about the house, and the stairs had been torture for her.
He stepped out onto the back porch...and saw his daughter on her hands and knees before Kyla's attempt at a vegetable garden. Sarah was wearing that ugly sundress - the only garment she had that fit her - and she was working diligently at the ground with a hand spade and garden claw, weeding and humming as she did so. She looked up at him as he came up on her, and in the dim light...
"Sarah? Honey?"
This girl was far larger than Sarah had been just yesterday. She was a huge girl, not just fat but...big. Big all around, and as she leaned forward and pulled weeds, her massive breasts swung pendulously. Her skin was so dark, and her hands...were huge, meaty paws instead of the dainty, little things she'd had. Even yesterday her hands had still been plump yet tiny. Now...
She looked up and smiled at her father, brushing her dirty hands off and saying "Good mornin', Daddy! Th' news says it's gonna rain today, so I figured I'd get started on this weedin' an' stuff. All th' garden needs is some care an' a little lookin' after t' be real nice. Then I figured I'd knock out a couple o' cords o' firewood jus' in case the rain get's real bad."
The girl who had basically replaced his beautiful, popular daughter smiled up at him, looking happy and contented. In a way, he was glad to see her so obviously pleased. In another...he missed the old Sarah. Missed her beauty, smooth grace and even manipulative cunning. His daughter had been like a sleek she-fox, and now...what? A shambling, graceless buffalo?
She waddled towards him - taller than him now by about three-inches - and engulfed him in a playfully bearish hug, lifting him off the floor and swinging him. Her thunderous breasts smacked him in the face, and she laughed at the look on his face.
"Okay, daddy...I'll put th' most of this off till later, okay? Now...what do you want for breakfast? I was gonna make ham an' eggs."
He didn't even question her increased size, personality change or altered appearance. He just accepted it, because they were going to take her to an expert in degenerative physical abnormalities and see if science could explain everything that had happened to Sarah. If not...then Nathanial wasn't sure what to do. He just wasn't built to accept the existence of magic or curses.
