"Stop! Oh, please just stop, Sarah!" begged the tiny pin-up queen that Sarah had turned Jon into. He'd done this. The stone had been his, and he'd let this horrible bitch get her hands on it. Now, he was a tiny, absurdly hyper-feminine little sex-kitten with EEE-Cup breasts, masses of curly black hair down to his plump, cushion-like ass. His face - all inflated, pouting lips and wide, innocent eyes - was the face of a slutty angel set into a mask of grief. Karyn wasn't just his/her friend...she was the girl he/she loved...and this evil bitch had ruined her. Utterly ruined her.
"Oh, you think she'd done?" Asked Sarah, her voice dripping with obvious sarcasim. "Not by a long shot. Sure, the school 'good girl' is a stupid, foul-mouthed, bad-tempered, leather-clad, anal-obsessed freakshow...but I'm not quite done. Next..."
Karyn - her once razor-sharp brain now sluggish and slow - pounded on Sarah's door with her palms, as her black, two-inch long nails wouldn't let her curl her hands into fists. Her fingers were sheathed in heavy, silver rings featuring skulls and pentagrams, wrists jangling with bracelets. She saw her reflection in a window, and her wild, punked-out, dyed-red hair made her blanche. Her face...the goth-slut make-up...the many pierceings and thick, heavy plugs in her ears, nose, brows and lips. "Lemme fuckin' in, yuh sum'bitch!" she roared, kicking the door with her black-leather military-style boots with five-inch platforms.
Then...she felt it again. Her ass - her glorious, hungry ass, imprisoned in her shiny, black leather mini-skirt - started to warm around the thick, heavy cucumber she'd left crammed up inside her. She moaned in horror as she reached back...then in desperate need as she felt her ass...swelling. She moaned and wept, no longer smart enough to really grasp what was happening...except that Jon must be behind it. After all, he had that...uh, wishin' thingie an' shit, an' he'd gotta be duh guy whuts doin' dis tuh her.
She rubbed her ass, horrified and delighted at the feeling of glorious growth. Her wondrous ass - the center of her universe - was now a thick, projecting bumper of quaking, spankable perfection. Her legs thickened into shapely, muscled columns, then grew a layer of delicious plumpness to round them out before her thighs swelled again and her newly widened hips belled out, all to support her magnificent and awe-inspiring badonkadonk.
She moaned and swayed, her hands resting on the epic shelf that had replaced her once shapely rear.
"And now..." chuckled Sarah.
The door opened, and standing there...was Jons mom. Carol Merlin was a beautiful woman, but she always dressed so modestly that it was sometimes hard to make out her classic MILF figure. This time though, she wore a leather corset and bustier that flaunted her charms...as well as the massive, fake boobs that Sarah had just given her...and the enormous black strap-on she wore.
She smiled, a smirk on her crimson-painted lips, her black hair even now styling itself into a sharply defined mohawk. "It's about time you got hear, Rump. I was getting inpatient." she said in a voice that dripped with sex and menace. As she watched, Rump (wait...was that her name?) saw Carols arms...legs...her whole body acquiring the toned and tempered frame of a professional body builder. Rump's slow, sluggish brain wasn't up to the task anymore, and she asked "Wa's goin' on, lady? Rump's awl con-con'fused. Hard tah think anymo' 'bout nuthin' but Rumps ass. Best ass inna world, dat's Rumps ass. Rump luvs 'er ass."
"Of course you love your ass, Rump..." soothed the powerful, dangerous looking woman "...just as much as I do. You've a wonderful ass...and Madame Merlyn wants to fuck it. To fuck that wonderful cushion and feel you squirm like the freak you are. You're a FREAK, Rump! You're MY FREAK!"
Rump moaned and spun about, bending over and exposing her ass to Madame Merlyn. The big woman smiled and reached up her skirt, pulling the long, thick cucumber from her anus. Rump moaned in delight as Madame Merlyn sniffed it, then smiled. "OH, Rump...you are such a fucking, stupid freak..." before she slid her thick strap-on inside Rumps gaping, well-lubed asshole.
The sounds of Rumps screams of joy echoed through the house, and Jon burst into tears.
"You bitch..." she snivvled and wept as she sank to her knees. "...you evil, fucking bitch."
Sarah looked shocked. "Evil? Me? Karyn ENJOYS being a stupid, fucking ass-freak. She LOVES being 'Rump' more than she ever liked being plain, old 'Karyn'. And your perverted, lesbo mothers going to be a real hit in the local dyke bars. Madame Merlyn's going to make a mint selling her services as a dominatrix and feminizing sissy-bois...like you."
"W-what?"
Jon looked down and saw...that his vagina...was swelling...pouting out. His body changed just a bit, as a very little bit of his old appearance returned. The slight curve of his jawline...a tiny adams apple...slightly larger hands and broader shoulders...but mostly it was her vagina that swelled, then seemed to 'give birth' to a tiny, child's penis. No more than a half-formed nub the size of his little finger. His balls were like grapes and he started to cry.
"Yes, Jewel...that's your name now, Jewel. Jewel Merlyn. Your mother hated that she'd given birth to a boy, and she's gone out of her way to raise you to be the girliest, giggliest little sissy cunt the world has ever know..."
"No..." Jewel pouted, and his voice sounded like Betty Boop after breathing helium. He KNEW that his mother had taught him to speak this way...to swap his hips vampishly as he walked...to primp and flaunt and tempt with his cartoon body...but he also knew that this evil bitch had done this to them. His sister? He knew that Mistress Zoe was now much like her mother - all muscles and danger and sex on the hoof - but that she was darker...more gothic. Jewels little brother? He winced at the sudden image of a simpering, spoiled little 'mommies princes' named 'Missy Merlyn' who was being raised as a sassy, little girl. Enrolled in school as a girl and running around in a very different crowd, he was like a little sissy version of Sarah McMillan herself.
"There you go, Jewel. I'm sure you and your family will be very happy together. I've even Rump a fondness for tiny, swishy little sissies like you, so you two can still be friends. Isn't that nice of me?"
Jewel sniffed and said "You..." he cleared his throat and squeaked out "...you said...this was only a demonstration. You said I'd go back to normal in the morning."
Sarah smiled, patted his cheek. "I lied. Ta-ta for now, Jewel. I'll see you in school. Rump's too stupid to go anymore, so she'll be hanging around the house and working with your mother. Maybe those two will get married, huh? They're a really cute couple, and they totally love each other. Your sister Zoe's a detention hall regular, and that little brother of yours just LOVES me. Wants to grow up to be just like me, in fact. I think Missy's a real doll, and I'll let him hang out with the cheerleaders and pick-up tips. Soon, Missy will BE one of the cheerleaders. Your mom has had him on hormones just like she did with you, and he's starting to get sweet little boobies. Next year, she'll take him down to Mexico and get him his first, rather large set of implants. Wont that be fun? He'll be a real dick-magnet. And you...you're a ba-a-a-ad little boi, aren't you? You HUNGER for dong, and you troll the locker rooms and gym showers looking for the chance to suck dick. Your person records say that your a 'problem student' and you're always in the worst, remedial classes with the losers and the tweakers. I might make some more changes later, but for now...see you in school, Jewel."
And with that...Sarah vanished.
