Vanessa sat back and laughed as the bird-brained Polly Van Buren squawked and whistled at her desk. After a moments confusion the station went to a commercial. When it returned, Nicholas was alone on the set and finished the rest of the news. When it was over, she decided to go to bed and sleep on the subject of her new wishing stone. She didn't want to just take it from Jon and Karyn, who realy were good kids, but it was clear that such power was to much responcibility for any young person to handle. As she slipped into bed she picked up the stone and wished that she could see her daughter.
Sarah was dressed in camoflage fatigues and running alongside a group of other girls with full packs. She was easily the largest person in the group and dwarfed the sargent who ran along side bellowing "Get it in gear, McMillan! I dont care how big you are - if you dont pick up the pace you'll drop and give me another twenty, understand?" her nine-foot daughter shouted "Sir! Yes sir!" as she increased her speed a bit. Vanessa thought for a moment, then moderated her daughter's hight to seven feet, four inches tall (she didn't want her to be a compleat freak), then gave her a fanatical love of basket-ball and weight lifting. She altered a few other things and, when she was done, the Chicago Bull's had already signed her to a five-year contract for twenty-million dollars! Sarah McMillan would be the first woman to join the NBA, would become a legendary sports figure, and would be rich and sucessful the rest of her long life (she wouldn't die before eighty and would be in perfect health untill then)
Next, she tuned in on her ex-husband and found him struggling beneath the weight of his sixteen-year old second wife. She was tripple Vanessa's weight (puting her at almost 400 lbs. of blond bimbo) and was sobbing uncontrollably into her rotten ex's shoulder. He, on the other hand, was trying to get her off of him! She kept crying and wailing about howmuch she weighed and how she had dieted all her life and that he would leave her. It made Vanessa feel a little mean. After all, it was Pete McMillan who was the slime-ball! Perheps she had been a little to hard on her...just a little.
"Get the fuck off of me you fucking cow!" he yelled. She just kept on wailing.
Gripping the wishing stone, Vanessa said "I wish that that blond air-head, Kimmi-Amber McMillan loved the thought of being fat and wanted to get fatter. She will still slink around in her sexy bikini's and lacy lingerie - and will love to sunbathe naked! She will never let the small-minded comments of others affect her and will believe she is just as desirable to men as always. When they go out to eat, which will be often, she will order hugely and eat everything on her plate. I also wish that Pete had signed a prenuptial agreement, giving Kimmi-Amber everything if he divorce's her or she devorce's him. And she will devorce him if he ever cheats on her! I also wish that the whole world felt Kimmi-Amber had always been a compulsive eater with a low metabolism."
Pete was still struggling, but now was begging in a whiney voice "Come on, Kimmi-Amber - I've got to go to bed! I've got a full day tomorrow!" Kimmi-Amber smiles and kisses him "Oh, dont be that way, Petey-poo! You know your 'Big Mama' needs her suger! Just once more, huh petey?"
Pete sighed and nodded "Ok, Kimmi-Amber. But just once...and for a change - can I be on top?" Kimmi-Amber smiled and shook her head "You know 'Big Mama' needs to be in the saddle to ride - besides, I dont wanna!" The massive bimbo then began to shake her huge, blubbery belly with laughter. It was the high-pitched, sweetly girlish laughter of a beach bunny.
Vanessa couldn't help but laugh! Pete couldn't leave Kimmi-Amber or cheat on her without loseing everything he owned, and Kimmi-Amber would never diet, but rather eat and eat untill she was 650 lbs. Then she would keep eating, but would only do so to keeo from loseing any weight. Kimmi-Amber would be very happy and health at whatever weight she was...and poor Pete would be miserable!
She then checked up on Polly Van Buren and found her in the breakroom, standing on a table and squawking "R-a-w-k! whistle Polly wants a cracker! Polly wants a cracker! whistle" as several technitions looked on nervously. Nobody seemed to be know what to do. Eventualy, someone called a doctor and they took her first to the hospital, where a CAT scan revealed she was cataclysmicly retarded and would have to be institutionalized for her own good. She was packed off, still squawking "R-a-w-k! Pretty bird! whistle" as they sent her to a state run home. Vanessa felt a little bad about how that had turned out...but decided that she could punish Polly in a less severe why latter. For now, she had to sleep. She hoped that Jon and Karyn were enjoying Disney World, and wouldn't make trouble when they came back. If they did, she might have to do something about them.
