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19. New Owner : Tyrone gets angry,

18. Tyrone Makes Another Wish

17. Jonella Turns Into a Ghetto Gi

16. Jon Becomes Jonella Merlin, a

15. Jon Wants a Ride

14. Jon finds out about Tyrone.

13. New Owner : Officer Donquisha

12. Danielle's Transformation is C

11. Tyrone is the Only One Who Not

10. Danielle is Attracted to Tyron

9. Tyrone and Danielle at the Pre

8. Tyrone Gets Arrested

7. Tyrone and Officer Danielle Ch

6. Tyrone Leaves His Apartment Wi

5. Tyrone Wants Bitches

4. Tyrone Has Woman Problems ...

3. Tyrone Jackson (Black Ghetto S

2. The Stone Gets a New Owner

1. You Are What You Wish

New Owner : Tyrone gets angry, then learns something...and Jonella goes home.

on 2012-04-27 19:49:26

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WEll, whatever it was...it was too late to do anything about. Besides, what COULD she do? Snatch the stone from his hand? Make a wish without his permision? It wasn't as if...that would ever happen. She was his 'bitch' after all, wasn't she? "Suck dis dick, Jonella!" - "Make me a sammich, Jonella!" - "Walk de streets lak a ho an' gib me alla' da money y' makes, Jonella!" - all he'd ever had to do was say it, and she'd done it to the best of her ability. Jonella knew who her man was, and just what she owed him. Why, if she refuased him anything, he might never fuck her again! And that...was a fate too horrible to think of. After all, she'd finally found her soul mate...and she couldn't risk losing him. Yes, he had her wishing stone...and while she still wanted it back...she couldn't just take it from him while he was fucking her.

Unfortunatly, Tyrone didn't understand the rock as well as she did...and didn't understand that only a clever and inventive wisher could reverse what had been previously wished for. Thus, as Tyrone kept at her...pulling over into a deadend road and fucking her in the back seat...he kept making wishes...wishes that made perfect sense to a man who was being fucked. Sex and passion clouding what little judgement he had. After all, don't we all have deep, dark desires that we never expose to the world...but save for out perverted fantasies?

He wished several times, even wishing them into the closest motel (the "Panther Lodge") and exploring his desires without feeling the need to check himself.

As for Jonella...she didn't know anything was srong. When he'd satisfied his desires for anal sex ("Ah wishes yo had a big, huge ass an' luved t' get it fucked.") fat sex ("...big an' fat an' luved t' shake it fo' yo' man.") and even pregnant sex ("...knocked up wit a buncha babies.") and variations "...big, fat, milk-filled titties whut yo' LUVS fo to be sucked.") he'd finally collapsed and fell asleep next to the wildly changed Jonella...who still had no idea that anything was different, as he kept mumbling and muttering his wishes...she snuggled her big body next to her man, looking at his handsome and perfect face. She imagined herself living the life of "Jonella Jackson" and shuddered in happiness...then she too fell asleep.

"The fuck is d'matter wid dis thing?"

Jonella woke and saw her loving man - her black king - standing and cussing at the wishing stone. She smiled (he was so cute when he was frustrated.) and drawled in the lazy, ghetto way she now talked (thanks to another casual, tossed-away wished from Tyrone) "Aw, baby...cum back t' bed, an' lets Jonella suck yo dick. Yo knows ain't nuthin' Big Momma luvz mo' den gib'in her man his mornin' blow job."

Tyrone glared at her, and she sat up. "Why is yo awl mad an' shit, baby?"

Instead of asking (or for that matter, just wishing for something else) he continued to make the same wishes that the rock hadn't granted. He said these aloud, though...and Jonella (who was still a genius) was chilled by the things he'd said.

"I wishes yo' wasn't fat, no more! I...I wishes yo' wasn't knocked up! I wishes yo wasn't black! Shit, what's wrong wit dis rock. Mebbe...I wishes yo was dat skinny, little white nerd Jon again! SHIT! It ain't workin!"

They didn't work...because they were attempts to bluntly reverse wishes already made. Jonella knew that. She looked down at her big, rotund body...felt her massive ass and huge, full breasts...her drum-taught belly with it's precious cargo of babies...at her dark skin. She glanced into a mirror, and saw a totemic woman - a big, dark Venus of primative man - saw the full, clearly pure-blooded black womans features with her wide nose, full lips...and knew she'd been a different person. Tyrone had WISHED her this way! Had wished her into this girl. She waddled to him (she'd always waddled, hadn't she?) and said "Oh, baby...what did yo do t' meh? I don' care, baby...I jus' wanna makes yo happy. Let meh tells yo about..." she'd began, wanting to explain to him. Wanting to tell him all she'd known about it. But he snarled and shoved her back to the bed and threw the rock at her, yelling "Take yo gross ass off, bitch! Ah ain't yo man, an' dats a fact!" before storming out of the room. He saw his Escalade, and smiled. At least that was still here. He hopped in and drove off, leaving his beloved behind...weeping and heart broken. She was so distraught that she plucked the stone from between her mountainous breasts and began to wish he'd return...take her in his arms...fuck her over and over again...but...she couldn't organize her words correctly. She loved him...he hated her...how had this happened?

Love. Powerful. But not unbreakable. Jonella knew that if she tried, she could work out wishes that would reverse her apparent changes, but she didn't WANT to be anything but what she was. She knew that had to be because of Tyrones wishes, but...it didn't change the facts. She wanted to be Jonella. She wanted to have her babies. She wanted to have a man to take care of. She WANTED Tyrone, but his obvious hate for her kept her from wishing him back. Her dual natures struggled, till her blurted out (almost without realising it) "I wishes dat my luv fo' Tyrone...wuz a passin' thang, an' ah wuz over it."

And suddenly...it was done. She felt better...much better...but still not great. She wished for some clothes to cover herself (the old clothes on the floor were far too small - adding evidence to the idea that she'd been changed) and her new tasts guided her choices. Wearing a gold lame dress that flaunted her swollen charms, her fingers decoreted with rings, gold chains about her neck, flashing jewelery in her ears, she waddled outside and into the light of day. She considered wishing for a car, but decided to wished herself home instead. Before she entered the house, she wished that everyone would just accept that she was Jonella...then went inside.

Her adopted mother smiled, rolled her eyes at what she was wearing, and asked "Well, how's your day been, Jonella?"

She said fine, and waddled into the living room. She rolled the wishing stone between her plump fingers, and wondered what to do. Her mother sat beside her, rubbing her pregnant belly and saying "You're going to make a wonderful mother, Jonella. I mean that. Are you...ready to tell me who the father is?"

Jonella closed her eyes...what was she going to do?

Meanwhile, Tyrone roared into his house. He breezed past his parents and stormed into his room. He needed to get buzzed, and he went to his safe...

...and found...the wishing stone?

Yeah...he'd put it in here...but...if that was the case, then where did the other one come from? And why hadn't he remembered untill now that he'd stashed the stone in here? As he reached in, he felt something wrong...and found that the safe contained several stones. Each smaller that the first, but identical other than that. What had happened? He plucked one out and looked at it...unaware that the one in his pocket had been the REAL stone, and these...were different. The wishing stone was a living entity...feeding off the wishes of those who held it. Too long without use, and the wishing stone would die. Sensing that Tyrone would be a good provider, it had popped after him and hidden in his pocket...but first it had split itself...casting off old energy in the form of defective stones...stones that held old and defective energy...stones that each had its own flaws...that Tyrone was unaware of.

Meanwhile, the stone in the possession of Jonella - overfull of delicious wishing energy after all those police, and then her own changes - woke, and realised that Tyrone wasn't here anymore. Not knowing where he was, it decided to stay where it was...but...it was starting to wonder what sort of person this Jonella was. Granted, it knew who she'd been...it had been the instrument of her change...but it needed to feed...so it started tickling the edges of her mind...it needed to feed...make a wish...make a wish...make a wish...

Jonella held the stone to her fat, double-chin...and started to say something...




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