"I wish Karyn was here" Sarah said, and Karyn appeared out of thin air. Sarah started to wish "I wish Jon and Karyn would become famous pornstars of the opposite sex. Jon would become Emilia "Buttz" Bermúdez, 5'1" height, J-cup breasts, 40 inch hips to accomodate her magnificient,plump butt. Her face would be a mix of traits of most beautiful latino actresses. Karyn would become James "Fatcock" Sutherland, American black male pornstar, 6'3" height, muscular, hairy with 15 inch cock, an he can speak only using ghetto slang. I also wish that I was your manager and gain 95 of your profits and you could do nothing about that. Now I wish that you were immobilized until your transformations will end."
Karyn and Jon felt a tingle as their bodies and reality started to change....
Jon and Karyn both screamed, not it pain...but in horror. They felt their bodies warping, growing, compressing in grotesque ways and both of them tried to get to Sarah, but couldn't move...Karyn managed to fall to her knees...watching as her hands swelled and grew muscular...and darker...darker...
Jon woke slowly, to the sounds of a deep-voiced man bellowing in rage and what sounded like Sarah giggling.
"I gonna fuckin' kill you, you honkey BITCH! I gonna fuck you up!"
Sarah chuckled "Oh, calm down, Mister Sutherland - or would you prefer to be called 'Fatcock'? You're quite proud of that gargantuan black snake, aren't you? It's sooo perfect..."
The man choked in rage, then moaned "Don' be callin' me dat, you fuckin' cunt! Ah...ah ain' like dat..."
"But you ARE, Fatcock. It's what you want to be called, isn't it? Mister Fat...cock?" she rolled her mouth over that last word, and the man moaned again...in mixed horror and need. "Aw...no...don' wanna be like dis..."
Jon got up, feeling both tiny and huge. He was no more than a shade taller than five feet, and his...no, HER body stuck out in the most vulgar ways. When she was on her hands and knees, the shotglass-sized nipples of her humongous, swinging breasts were brushing the floor. The nails on the ends of the fingers were 2-inches long and flame red. Her skin was a shade of light cinnimon, and her hair was thick, jet black and heavily hairsprayed. She looked up, and saw...
A gigantic, muscular black man was standing in front of Sarah, huge fists clenched and utterly massive cock bobbling between his legs. It was like a second forearm, and it stood out proudly before him. Jon guessed it was more than a foot long fully erect, and as thick around as his wrists.
"Sarah, please don't do this!" she tried to say, but it came out as "Sarah, don' ju be doin' dees!" in a heavily accented, husky voice. The man looked at Jon...
"Well, what do you know? It looks like your lovely co-stars' finally awake..."
The black man looked at me, and I asked "Karyn? Iss dat ju?"
Karyns' cock thickened from semi-erection to firm and solid like a rock. He looked both horrified and lustful as he advanced, taking her arm and helping Jon up. The cock brushed her breasts...and both of them looked into each others eyes.
"I don' wanna do dis wit' you, Jon..." the Karyn moaned in horror, and I sobbed "It her fault, Karyn. She doin' dis ta us. It ain' you fault..."
My words were cut off as Sarah purred "Fatcock...stick your pride and joy into Emilias' huge rear-end and hump her till you cum. Miss Bermúdez...you want Mister Sutherland to fuck you in the ass, then fuck your pussy...then your breasts...and finally you'll want him to stick it into your mouth. The flavor of the cock will be the most delightful thing you've ever tasted, and you will WANT to suck him off at least once a day for the rest of your life. You both WANT this. Karyn, once you cum...you will NEVER call want to be anything but James "Fatcock" Sutherland again. Jon, once you orgasm, you will NEVER want to be anyone but Emilia "Buttz" Bermúdez. You will both be professional porn stars...and will WANT to be porn stars. Do you understand? Now...do as you will."
Sarah giggled as Karyn...Fatcock bent her over and said "I so sorry, Jon..." as he forced his cock into her huge, buldging buttocks. Jon gasped and shriked in pleasure, moaning "It ain' you fault...an' call me...Buttz...my name's...Buttz..."
Sarah watched as the former Karyn fucked the former Jon in her thick rear-end, giggling as they screwed their old lives away. Once they both came in wild, gushing cries, James "Fatcock" Sutherland yanked his cock out and shoved it into Emilia "Buttz" Bermúdez sopping pussy. "You like's dat, you hot piece o' ass!"
Emilia giggled and moaned "Aye, poppi...ju fuck dis bitch good! Fuck her GOOD!"
Sarah watched them the whole while, watched them follow her directions and violate each other in the most vulgar ways. Finally, James came in Emilia'a mouth, her thick lips wrapped tightly around his enormous shaft, and they both snuggled and kissed, crying in shame yet also in relief that it was all over...and that they at least had each other.
"So, how do we feel now?" Asked Sarah. standing over the two lovers.
"I feels fine, Sarah. I loves fuckin' dis hot bitch, though. I don' ever wanna stop fuckin' dis sweet ass o' hers."
Far from being embarressed by these words, Emilia looked up worshipfully, and giggled "Si, poppi...I jus' wanna be you bitch. I wanna be you ho an' never be nothin; else."
"Good. Now, both of you stand up."
They did as they were told, Buttz clinging to Fatcocks huge penis for strength, and he resting one large hand on her huge namesake, kneeding and massaging it tenderly. They were utterly changed outside, and inside they'd been remade into sex-mad perverts...yet Karyn and Jons basic natures still remained.
"Now, the two of you are going back to your home. You live together in a rundown apartment in a bad part of town. You will both be up bright and early tomorrow, so don't have TOO much fun tonight.
With a flash of light, they both found themselves in a tiny, dank apartment. Kitchen, living room, bathroom and bedroom. The bedroom was dominated by a huge bed, and ugly red wall paper. The bathroom was small and dirty, the kitchen bare of anything but a six-pack of beer and several boxes of Hot Pockets in the freezer. The living room had an old, ratty black couch and a large television, along with a few assembled shelves that buldged with pornographic movies and magazines. Some of both contained images of their current selves...
"Oh, fuckin' sheet, Fatcock! What we gonna do? She own us like slaves!"
The big black man hugged her, and Emilia responded by pressing her body against his. He said "I don' know, Buttz...'cept dat we gotta stick together. I luvs you, bitch. You knows dat, don' you?"
Emilia smiled, then dropped to her knees, licking the head of her mans cock and purring "Aye, poppi. I unnerstan' dat. An' I luvs you too, Fatcock. I know we gonna get tru dis...somehow..."
After a night spent in wild copulation, they finally fell asleep, Emilia snuggling close to James for warmth and comfort. James knew he'd been Karyn, and he knew he hated Sarah. He knew he'd have to protect poor, tiny Emilia from that evil bitch...but wasn't sure how to do it. She had the stone, and he knew that she was dangerous. He also knew that - though he and Emilia were now both famous porn stars - they were compelled to give 95% of their earnings to their manager Sarah, which left them with only enough money to stay above the poverty line. But...Sarah hadn't actually wished for any loyalty from them. If he had the chance...he'd kill her and pry the stone from her cold, dead fingers. He'd do it for the tiny, vulnerable woman beside him. He'd do it for Emilia.
