The last thing on Tara's mind before Sarah made here wish was a common thought amogst those who have had a good deal to drink; She had to pee. She had to pee so bad she could taste it. When Sarah made her vindictive wish Tara was on here way to the bathroom to relieve herself, but as fate would have it her trip was futile. When the wish took effect Tara lost all control of her bladder. She could no longer hold back the resevior of piss she had built up over the course of he evening. It felt so good to release, but she was more embarassed at having wet herself in front of everyone. Her dress was soaked and a large puddle was forming underneath her feet. Tara soon realized that something was not quite right however. The urine did not stop. She looked around the room, but saw that no one was paying much attention to her. She did not have time to notice the effects of Sarah's wish on everyone else since her main concern was the nonstop piss gussing from her pussy. Every drop felt like such a relief, like she was releasing after holding back for days. She ran as fast as she could to the bathroom and stripped of her drenched dress and undies. She sat on the toliet and tried to wait it out, but the piss kept coming. After several minutes she began to cry when suddenly the door burst open.
Jason, a quite sort of fellow, came right into the bathroom almost in a trance. He had always had a secret crush on Tara and his greatest desire was to cuddle up and get intimite. Coincidentilly he had been fantasising about this very thing when the wish was made and now the magic was granting his desire, although not in a way he would have ever dreamed. He advanced towards Tara. He took off his shirt and pants and streched out his arms as if to embrace her. Tara screemed and tried to get up and run away. Unfortunately she had left huge puddles of piss on the floor and slipped. She was on her hands and knees. Jason possitioned himself behind her and stuck his dick up her leaking cunt. He wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands on her breasts and pulled himself close to her. Slowly his hans fused together, becoming silkier and thinner. His legs bent foward, going underneath her crotch and connecting with his transformed hands. Finally his head was absorbed and he was now a sexy peice of lingerie, forever destined to hold Tara in a most intimate embrace. The crotch would always be wet becuase of Tara's new curse. She stood up, streams of urine trickling down her shapely leg. She tried to take of the lingerie, but it would not come completely off. She could stretch it out and get part way out of the top, but the crotch seeme like it was glued to her. As hard as she pulled it would only budge enough to get a finger into her pussy, but no more than that. At this point Tara was having a mental breakdown. She just sat in the bathtub and cried.
Back in the main room there were still more transformations going on
