Karyn looked at the woman beside her, both horrified and facinated. Her breasts and ass were huge, her body curvy and wrapped in clothes only a whore would wear, and when she spoke she sounded like some backwoods-bred redneck...but under the absurd Dolly Parton hair and all that make-up...she could see the features of Jon Merlin. Softened and rounded a bit, but still there.
It had been a harrowing expierence. Getting Fanny (that was the only thing she seemed to be able to call herself. Fanny Fucks) out of the alley and into the car had involved a lot of talking, as Fanny didn't seem to recognize her at first. She'd laughed in her face and walked away, but Karyn had followed and managed to ignite some spark of recognition inside the woman...some fading flicker of Jon Merlins dwindling conscious that had caused her to pause and eventually allow Karyn to lead her back to her car.
Now...the woman was crying. Confused and frightened, she only seemed to hold it all together when she was smoking, so...though she hated the habit, she allowed the woman to smoke and cry and babble about how...
"Sarah wuz wishin' wi' my magic rock, an' she did shit t' th' gurls she'd had in th' room, an' 'cause I wuz there, I got awl changed an' shit too. An' when I tried t' jump 'er, she wished I wuz a whore. A skanky, cheap lil' whore wi' big tits..." she reached up and cupped her mammoth breasts in her tiny, taloned hands "...an' a big ass..." she tan her hands over her plump, jiggling ass "...an' a pussy that jus' wont quit. Fuckin's all Fanny's good fer, Karyn. Why don' yew jus' drop me back off on th' corner an' ferget 'bout me. Fanny's jus' cheap fuck-meat now."
"Jon, stop it!" shouted Karyn, grabbing the Fanny and shakeing her. As she did so, Fannys breasts popped out of the vinyl tube top she wore, and Fanny giggled and shook them in her face. Her nipples were thick, swollen and pierced with golden rings. Karyn grabbed Fannys hands and said "Please, Jon. Don't sink into this...character. You're Jon Merlin..."
"Ah'm Fanny Fucks."
"But you know you wern't this woman just a few hours ago, right?"
The whore lit another cigarette, lowered her head and nodded. "Ah knows I use'tah be him...but I ain't no more...an' yuh caint un-wish wishes. Ah'm gonna be Fanny ferever, Karyn....so jus' stop draggin' me back an' let me..."
"Fanny, do you love me? I don't mean 'did Jon love me' I mean Do YOU love me? Be honest with yourself."
Fanny blushed and looked away when she looked back, a single tear trickled down her painted face, and her swollen, Priscilla Caputo-lips set into a fat, unhappy pout. "Ah always luv'd you, Karyn. When we wuz nerdin' out an' jus' tawkin' an' shit, I wanted...wanted tuh fuck yuh so bad. When I use'ta beat off, I always thought of you. I want you...but it's too late now..."
Karyn leaned in quickly and kissed the woman. She winced at the taste - an unpleasant mixture of beer, semen and cigarettes - but she forced herself to kiss as had as she could. Fanny paused...then suddenly scooped her into a long, passionate kiss. Finally, she broke it off and they both sat in the dark, the tip of the whores cigarette a firefly in the dark.
"Fuck meh."
"After we get the stone back, and I can figure out..."
"Fuck meh." she repeted "Fuck Fanny. Jon's sorta hear, mostly he ain't. Most'a him's gone, Karyn. Ah'm Fanny now, an' alls thats really left o' Jon is his luv fer you. Fanny's th' one what luvs yuh now...an' Fanny wants tuh fuck yuh so bad...t' feel yer hot, young body...yer sweet, lil' titties an' goodgirls ass...t' feel yuh an' smell yuh an' TASTE yuh like a lollypop. Fanny's real good at fuckin' girls, Karyn. Fanny'll make you cum so hard, you'll wanna eat her pussy."
Fanny was close to her in the dark. A hot, sweaty body pressing against her. And while Karyn was frightened...she also heard so much of Jon in her voice that she gasped out "Not in the car. Not in...my parents car. I'll...take you somewhere..."
So here Fanny was. In Karyns bed. After cleaning up the car, Karyn had taken Fanny home and helped her wash the alley grime off her. The clothes she owned were wiped off (you don't wash vinyl) and her makeup creamed and scrubbed off. Even under her platinum blond hair, her face looked so much like Jon. Like Jons slutty older sister. Karyn looked at the woman in her bed. Naked (nothing Karyn owned would fit her) she watched Karyn with a predatory gaze, her eyes glittering like dark jewels. Karyn started to slip on a nightgown.
"Naw, babe...I wanna feel you."
"My folks are leaving town for a few days, Jon..."
"Fanny." she corrected, lighting a cigarette and smiling at her. One long-nailed hand slid down between her legs and she moaned and she rubbed.
"Fanny...please, just wait till my parents go. Then...we'll do what you want."
Fanny giggled and held out a welcoming arm, the trail of her cigarette floating like a ghost. Karyn had asked her not to smoke, but Fanny seemed to be a slave to her habit. A few minutes without a cigareyye made her nervous and jittery. Karyn crept into bed, and Fanny slid over towards her. She smelled fresh and clean...but under that was the scent of her sex. Karyn allowed herself to be cuddled, even enjoying the softness of Fannys breasts. Fanny butted out her cigarette, kissed Karyn on the cheek...and snuggled against her...
