He (or rather she) fought against her new desires and needs. She moaned and weapt, but soon she was being shoved out the door, and told that if she ever came to Sarah house again, she'd regret it. She tried to run, but in her very tight blood red, mid-thigh vinyl skirt, matching vinyl tube top and black vinyl, knee-high boots with huge, chunky heels, she just couldn't Instead, she could only saunter and wiggle quickly, her big butt swaying and her massive (obviously real) breasts bouncing wildly. She wanted to cry, as she looked down at her ridiculous two-inch long, blood red nails, fingers decorated with cheap, flashy rings and wrists jangling with cheap bracelets. She felt her face, and thought she must look basicly like Jon, but her mouth was a pouting, inflated pillow of collagen and her eyes ringed with lashes so think and fanlike they felt fake, but seemed attatched. Her hair was a tight mass of platinum blond curls heaped and sprayed like a '9 to 5' era Dolly Parton. She looked down at her quaking, wobbling breasts...and realised that what she really wanted...was a dick between her lips...then her tits...then deep inside her hot, tight cunt.
"Aw, shit...please no..." she moaned, and was a little taken aback by how much 'redneck' was in that voice. She spoke again, wrapping her pillow, over-stuffed mouth around several words, and yes...she sounded uneducated and rural as heck. Shit...Sarah must have made some wishes that she'd perhaps half hurd, meaning she knew they had happened...but hadn't understood what was said at first. Feeling suddenly panicky, she stopped under a streetlamp and fumbled through the red and black purse she was wearing, finding lots of condoms, crumpled bills, a pack of cigarettes...from which she unconciously drew one, lit it (Oh, so good! Her head danced and settled into place quickly) and continued to rummage till she found a ID card...that showed a smiling, vacant-eyed platinum blond with way to much makeup...and the name 'Fannie Fucks'.
She wanted to scream...but in a creepy, back-of-the-head way...that seemed like a great name. A normal name. Her name. Jon thought she'd kill Sarah when next thay met...
She frowned at the card. Checked her date of birth...and saw that she'd been aged a few years as well. Jon may still be in highschool, but Fannie was 21.
Looking up, she found that she was well out of the residential area, and almost downtown. Her feet, ankles and back ached from the shoes and supporting her mammoth breasts. She was running low on cigarettes, and feeling low and depressed...she walked into the nearest bar she could find. It was a dive, but not so scuzzy that she was afraid. It was just your average, downmarket bar.
"Hey! No fuckin' whores in th' bar!" shouted the bartender, and the bouncer took her by the arm and marched her right back out, ignoring her pleas of "But, I'm jus' hungry is all. Can't I get somethin' t' eat or..."
The bouncer shoved her outside, and she stumbled on her outragious heels. She fell, and started to cry. Gradually she got to her feet, and saw her reflection in the shaded window. Of course they thought she was a whore. She looked like one...dressed like one...talked like one...and though she was disgusted by the feelings, she CRAVED the taste of dick...and another cigarette...and a bottle of Vodka...or at least a few beers.
She was a prisoner of Sarahs wishing, but horror of horrors...she KNEW that wasn't her life. This wasn't her!
She looked down, and saw a run in her black fishnet hose, and thought of what to do. Who she could call. And came up...with only one option.
***
Karyn was asleep when her cellphone began to ring. She looked at the phone, considered ignoring it...then reached out and said sleepily "Hello?"
The voice on the line was a strangers. It sounded crass, classless and country as heck. "Aw, shit girl...I wuz scard you wuzzent gonna pick up! Please, babe...yuh gotta he'p me gets back t' normal an' shit! I'm so fucked up all I wanna do is suck dick fer twenties an' ferget all about whut I wuz..."
"Do I know you? I think you have the wrong number."
The voice rose in panic "Naw, don' think that way, Karyn. It's me! I'm Fannie! I means t' say, I'm Fannie! I'm...Fannie Fucks! I...I can't say m' real name...but I used t' be yer boyfrien', girl...an' Sarah's got th' wishin' stone...an..." then, the vouce seemed to be speaking to someone else "Hey, big spender! Yeah, you! Wanna fuck these big, ol' titties. I'll suck you off fer ten bucks. I'll...I'll..." then back to her "PLEASE COME PICK ME UP, KARYN! I need yer help! I'm downtown, by...th' sign says Sams Bar. I might be in th' alley beside it. Please...I...I wanna fuck so bad..."
Karyn tried to say something back, understanding that this must be Jon...and that Sarah must have done something to him...but on the other line, the crass voice was obviously talking to someone else now. "Aw, yeah...I know'd y'all would cum back. Let's get in th' alley an' I'll blow yuh right, fella. I'm gonna suck yuh so good you'll wanna plow this fine ass fer twice th' price..."
Karyn dressed quickly, climbed from her window and snuck the spare key from the hiding place in the garage. Then...fear clawing at her throat...she drove downtown and looked for a place called Sams.
