Our Characters:
Tess - Timid, lesbian nerd girl with straight, black hair and big glasses. Brown eyes. Always wears baggy, dark clothes and speaks softly. 5'9" and thin with few curves. average breasts.
Rachel - Bratty, rebellious, straight and vanilla. Tightly curly red hair. Blue eyes. Large breasts that Tess secretly lusts over. Curvy hips and ass, long legs despite being 5'5".
Dana - Chaotic, assertive, and positively energetic. Chubby with small breasts, flat hips and ass. The plainest features of the group but not unnattractive by any means. Messy, frizzy light brown hair. Vibrant green eyes.
"The plan is simple," Dana said, "all we have to do is tell each other our wishes!"
Rachel glared at Dana with a hand on her hip, exuding pure disbelief. Once again she found herself frustrated that she ever let Dana make weekend hangout plans.
"You bought a magic wish granting gem that only lets you gift wishes to others from a sketchy occult store in Downtown and you want us to try to avoid its rules by directly granting one another's wishes?" Rachel replied.
"Basically, yes!" said Dana.
"Why do I ever take you seriously!?" Rachel said.
Tess was staring at her lap, sitting on a pillow on the floor between them. Her mind was full of memories of all the other times they'd bumped heads over something that didn't matter in the past.
"I genuinely cannot believe you spent actual money on this!" Rachel said, flipping her hand lazily toward the gem on the coffee table.
Tess thought it looked nice, even if it was definitely a scam. It looked more like glass than gemstone, and, obviously, magic wasn't real anyway. The "gem" had a wide, flat base. It thinned out toward the middle and then extended upward like a fat, inverted tear. Swooping outward and down from the fattest part of the gem were three smooth, thin wings of gemstone or glass, which were clearly supposed to be held in hand by three people.
"You're going to be thanking me when you have your hearts dearest desire!" Dana said.
Rachel simply shook her head and sat down on the floor across from Tess at the coffee table. She absentmindedly curled a lock of her red hair around her finger and adjusted her ever-slipping bra strap higher onto her shoulder. Tess watched out of the corner of her eye, silently and uninvasively savoring the jiggling the bra adjustment caused before reprimanding herself internally. She really couldn't help herself, especially when Rachel was in a firey temper. Tess thanked god she was restrained enough that no one ever noticed, even if it tormented her inside.
There was an awkward silence as Dana moved over to the kitchen and unpacked the other stuff she had bought in town. Food for dinner, sodas, some candy, a new pair of flip-flops for the coming summer months. Dana knew Rachel was likely to complain about any activity she picked, but she had genuinely thought the "wishing stone" was a good idea! The last year of college had been busy, stressful, and a little less rewarding than they all had thought. Why not start the summer off by putting some wishes out into the world! Rachel almost always cooled down, especially when boredom set in. Tess...well hopefully Tess would feel included enough to brave putting her wish into the world.
Rachel sat on the couch, staring up at the ceiling with her chin in her hand. All she had wanted was to get together, unwind, have some wine or beers, and watch some movies. Dana always had to come up with silly nonsense activities, nothing could ever be normal with her. This was the worst yet. Some kind of ridiculous magic nonsense. Remembering that she hadn't offered any plans for the weekend herself only made her grumpier. But its not like she had anything else to do.
Tess finally spoke up when the awkwardness began to outweigh her timidness.
"Dana, the gem looks really nice. I...I'll volunteer to grant Rachel's wish if...well if she wants to," Tess said, speaking louder than she intended.
Rachel just rolled her eyes and continued staring at the ceiling.
"Yessssssss!" Dana said from the kitchen, "Okay, I'm gonna make us some mac and cheese. You all think CAREFULLY about your wishes and we can wish while we wait for the mac to bake!"
"I do love mac and cheese..." Rachel grumbled, though only Tess could hear.
Tess already knew what she was going to wish for. The upside of being as introverted as her was that she spent a lot of time in her head. She knew very well how much it sucked being the only lesbian in the group, and even as she was tooling the wording of her wish around in her head, she caught herself idly staring at Rachel's chest again. Each of Rachel's breaths made her tits rise inside her cami. A light sheen of sweat had formed across them from the heat in the room, making her cleavage even more dramatic and enchanting. Tess only snapped out of it when she felt herself beginning to soak her underwear. A surge of embarrassment, self-hatred, and shame. But also resolve, to make the right wish.
In the kitchen, Dana quickly grated four nice cheeses into a bowl after setting the pasta boiling. She was an excellent cook, and she always knew exactly what she wanted out of a recipe, even a simple one. Her clarity of desire was all the more true for her wish. She was tired of having to rely purely on strength of personality and will in all she did. It was always an uphill battle for Dana to feel so *average* in a society that puts looks first, especially with Rachel's tendency to hold her appearance over everyone elses' heads. Her wish was going to be for herself, though, not for others. She spent enough of her time helping other people get their needs, enough of her energy ignoring people treating her less than she deserved because they saw her as plain. Whether the gem was magic or not, tonight marked the beginning of a new approach to life for Dana.
To Rachel's great frustration, she caught herself thinking about what kind of a wish she should make if she decided to participate. She had just caught Tess staring at her tits again, though as always Tess thought Rachel hadn't noticed. She could wish Tess was less of a gay pervert. That would be pretty cruel though. Maybe she should wish Tess was MORE of a gay pervert, so she'd finally get a girlfriend. Rachel crossed her legs and started tapping one of them such that her tits started jiggling in her cami pretty dramatically. Sure enough, another sneaky side-eye glance from Tess. She wasn't even the slightest bit into women, but the attention gave her a sense of power over the situation, so she kept it up as she thought.
Rachel loved her friends, yes, but they also annoyed the hell out of her. Dana always seemed to be in charge so naturally, and while she always did her best to meet everyone's needs, everything they did was Dana-coded in the end. Weird, quirky, often embarrassing nonsense that was always too safe to be fun and too edgy to be normal. Rachel never really got what she wanted, and she knew that some of it was because her ideas never really met her desires fully. She could never communicate her desires in ways that were any more fun or interesting than Dana's ideas. So Dana was always in charge in the end, which was a load of BS because she wasn't even the prettiest of the group! If Rachel could find a way to be in charge, there'd be booze, boys, and fun for all of them. Maybe she could even find a girl into Tess' nerdy interests.
"Aaaaalright, mac's in the oven!" Dana called out, snapping Rachel out of her deep thought, "You all figured out your wishes? That is, if you all still wanna risk it!"
Dana laughed before continuing in a silly, fake-deep voice, "Do you DARE confront your deepest desires?!"
Rachel sighed, "Fineee."
Tess smiled and nodded quietly.
"Okay," Dana said, "So first we all have to tell each other our wishes. Then we grant each others wishes in order, while holding on to the gem. and then, if we did it right, we all get our wishes and have the best summer of our lives!"
Tess could feel her heart racing. As silly as it was, she could feel her heart getting caught up in the moment, in the childish hope that maybe, just maybe a real wish would actually happen! Her heart almost stopped when she heard Dana call out her name.
"Tess, you're gonna tell me your wish first to get it out of the way early. then Rachel, then me. When we wish on the stone, I'll grant your wish first Tess, then you'll grant Rachel's and finally, Rachel can grant mine. That way everyone's on equal footing."
Tess nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.
"O-okay," she said, her mouth suddenly feeling dry, "Um...I want you to wish away my pervertedness so I can hopefully finally get a girlfriend and some confidence!"
Tess buried her head in her hands, blushing. Her heart was pounding.
"Well that settles that..." Rachel said under her breath, relieved Tess was finally getting a spine.
"Tess...I never really thought you were very perverted," said Dana, "but alright, if that's your wish, I'll wish it for you. Rachel, your turn."
"Uh, alright," Rachel said, "I want you to wish that I could be more creative with my desires and that my desires could no longer be ignored."
Dana giggled, "Wow, and here I thought you'd be happy with the Mac n Cheese I'm making! Alright, Tess, can you do that?"
"Of course!" Tess said happily.
"Okay then," Dana said, "My turn. For my wish, I want to be truly beautiful. Physically, irresistibly beautiful."
Rachel almost choked as rage flooded her heart. This BITCH! She's going to use her wish to take the ONE thing I have over her!
"Uh...Rachel?" Dana asked, "everything okay? You okay to wish that wish for me?"
Rachel took a deep breath, pushing through her anger, trying to keep it from the other two.
"Yes," Rachel lied, through gritted teeth.
She reassured herself that this stupid nonsense didn't mean anything, the wishes weren't gonna amount to anything. Yet, as they gathered around the coffee table and put their hands on the strange stone, her anger kept rising. Rachel was so angry she didn't even notice the tingly warmth that shot into her fingertips as she touched the gem.
"Whoa..." Tess said quietly, "its..."
"Yeah..." Dana replied, "Alright, then lets get you your wish, Tess."
"I wish..." Dana started, "That Tess' perversion would disappear so she can finally get a girlfriend!"
Tess winced as the words left Dana's mouth, but she only really felt the tingling warmth in her fingertips still.
"Um... I wish that Rachel's desires can no longer be ignored and that Rach will be more creative with said desires!" Tess said.
Rachel was too angry to notice anything. She was hesitating.
"Psst! You're up, Rach," Tess whispered.
Rachel still didn't utter Dana's wish. The idea of Dana being more beautiful than her, even in a childish fantasy, was completely insulting. She simply couldn't do it.
"C'mon Rachel, are you afraid? its alright..." Dana said, smiling playfully.
Rachel shot her a glare as more anger flooded into her.
"I wish Dana knew what it was like to never get what she wants!"
The moment Rachel finished saying the wish, there was a sharp snapping noise and an instant flash of light. Tess screamed in pain and pulled her hand back from the gem. Looking down at the gem, it was glowing red hot, like blown glass, and rapidly deforming. In moments, the formerly beautiful gem was nothing more than a misshapen, discolored blob of melted glass on the table.
"Awww, Rachel, c'mon that was mean as hell," Dana said sadly.
"Fuck off, Dana" Rachel snapped back, "you were pushing me and your wish was passive-aggressive as hell!"
"It was not!"
The two girls were interrupted by a sad whimper from Tess.
"Um...I think the wish is working?! I was trying to think of things that usually...get me going and I can't even remember what does! Oh, this is so weird."
Rachel, still angry, crossed her arms, intentionally squeezing her breasts up to the very edge of her top.
"Let's test it. Look over here!" Rachel called.
Tess looked over with a look of scared confusion. She shook her head.
"I don't understand. What's supposed to happen?!" Tess shrieked.
Another loud snap disrupted the room, this time, Rachel yelped in pain.
"Fuck!" she yelled, shaking her right hand. Where her fingers had touched the gem, something akin to the shock of a taser had exploded. Her whole body was tingling. Then another surge of pain. Rachel doubled over.
"Ohhhhh god," Rachel groaned.
Her head was spinning, and her belly was churning. Something was changing within her. She stumbled up to her feet for a moment before falling over onto the couch. A horrible, twisting pain wracked through her crotch, followed by an almost unbearable heat. Rachel writhed on the couch as the heat burned hotter and hotter, increasingly painful. She tore off her shorts, then her underwear in an absolute panic, only to see something truly impossible. Beneath her fire-red bush of pubic hair, her clit was throbbing, bulging impossibly large.
"What the fuck?!" She screamed.
The pain wasn't stopping. Tess and Dana were both in a panic, but neither knew what to do. Dana tried to get close to her to support her, but Rachel shouted incoherently, writhing at the pain, before pushing Dana back.
Rachel's cunt was fully visible to Tess. Tess was staring directly at it. She felt nothing. A part of her *knew* she should feel...something, but there it was, swollen and dripping and hairy. This would have nearly killed Tess just a few minutes before, but now she felt absolutely nothing at all.
Rachel was still screaming, her pelvis felt like it was twisting in on itself. She felt the need to strain, as if something needed to be pushed out of her. She obeyed the urge in absolute animalistic fear. She tightened every muscle in her core and pelvis and squeezed, over and over. Glancing down through the pain Rachel saw something completely perplexing to her. Her clit had swollen far beyond any reasonable anatomy. It was protruding inches out from between her lips. Veins latticed across the flesh, and the tip had taken on a distinctly phallic shape. Another mind-destroying cramp tore her vision away momentarily, demanding she squeeze again. With a roar of pain and anguish, she squeezed harder than she ever had. She could now feel her vagina being stretched open from the inside, something was trying to escape. She had to surpass her previous effort. One last overwhelming effort. All her energy...
Finally, Rachel felt relief as something finally popped free of her vagina. She moaned aloud as her heartbeats began to carry not pain, but pleasure to her mind. How? How could that be possible? Such relief, such incredible relief. Through half-lidded eyes, she glanced down and almost screamed again. Between her legs, topped by a tangled mess of red hair, was a nearly 9-inch, swollen and veiny cock complete with a healthy foreskin and slightly gaping urethra. It rested gently on a massive sack that glistened with sweat, spread out on the cushion of the couch below. All traces of her cunt had seemingly been erased. It was as if Rachel had been born with this massive cock. Rachel blinked in disbelief.
Somehow, Rachel knew the trial was not over for her. Her head was still swimming, and thoughts came into it unbidden. She imagined her dainty hand wrapped around her own massive member, stroking over and over again until she spilled cum over the crying face of a desperate twink. WHAT?! She saw herself reaming a boy's soft ass, hearing him moan her name. His face wrapped in a mask that removed his identity completely.
Her cock twitched aggressively enough that both Tess and Dana noticed. Which somehow only turned her on more. Suddenly, she was imagining herself pissing on a boy below her. A boy that looked surprisingly like Tess. The Tess-boy was desperately receiving every drop that sprayed from her fat urethra. His body was bruised and shaking. He was weak and desperate and horny.
Rachel suddenly felt compelled to speak.
"Tess, I was just imagining using this fat throbbing cock to piss on a boy that looked just like you," she said, through exhausted breaths.
"W...what?" Tess replied.
"You heard me, fag-boy," Rachel said, laughing.
The moment Rachel's words hit Tess' ears, everything changed. In a mental blur, Tess' entire inside world re-arranged. *He* gasped aloud as he suddenly felt sexual arousal again for the first time since the wish. *He*...wanted Rachel to piss on him. He wanted to be underneath Rachel's fat throbbing cock. A wave of pleasure spread across his body. He looked down as his body warped seemingly effortlessly in to what he could only guess was Rachel's ideal desire. His breasts melted away like nothing, his nipples and areolas shrinking down to that of a young man's. He felt his cunt disappear, and in its place a pathetic, limp 2-inch cock nearly buried in a wiry bush of black hair. His pubes spread upward toward his belly and down onto his thighs. He shivered as his hip bones, collarbones, and ribs became more visible. A slight six-pack became visible on his belly, and his pecs filled in just enough to give him the perfect abuse-twink physique. He was so thin now. The only fat that really remained on his body was on his ass and hips. He stared as his small cock began to dribble precum at the thought of worshiping Mommy Rachel's veiny rod. His mouth was watering. He didn't even notice his hair magically shortening to a cropped, short style just long enough to be pulled.
"Troy, I want you to look at me," Rachel said, without even a moment of hesitation, "You're going to be my boyfriend going forward, you understand? But more importantly, you're going to be my cocksleeve. I want to fill your throat and your ass whenever I want."
*Troy* nodded frantically, "Yes, mommy! My ass and throat are yours. I'll be your piss-fag all day if you want!"
Dana was still staring on from a few feet away, completely and utterly stunned by what she was witnessing. That last bit had completely spun her on her head. She was trying, desperately, to puzzle it together. Rachel had wished for more creative desires and for her desires to be impossible to ignore, and now she was saying seemingly every fucked up thing that came to her mind. It was also going to be completely impossible for her to hide that massive penis when she got hard, meaning everyone is going to notice when she has desires, like it or not.
Dana was struggling more with Tess, now Troy's, wish. Tess had wished her perversion would go away so she could get a girlfriend, but now, as Troy, he seemed more perverted than ever. Had the wishes failed and Rachel's new, strange desires were simply taking over everyone else? If so, she needed to run away now, or risk becoming another desperate messy twink like Troy.
Almost as if her fears had been heard, Rachel looked over at Dana, still clearly exhausted by her own ordeal.
"Damn, Dana, I should have wished differently for you, it doesn't seem to be working at all," Rachel said, "If only I'd wished you were another boy-toy for me, because right now I'm imagining you as a cute little chubby nerd boy to contrast with my piss twink over here..."
Dana braced for impact. If Rachel's desire was all that mattered now, Dana would be a fat little nerd fucktoy as quickly as Troy had changed. Seconds passed, and Dana felt nothing.
"Well, Rachel, you definitely got your wish, you can't keep anything you want to yourself anymore," Dana said, half-laughing with relief.
She racked her brain trying to remember what Rachel had wished for her while they were still holding on to the gem. So much had happened, the memory was already fuzzy. It didn't help that Troy had crawled across the floor and was nuzzling Rachel's ballsack on the couch, further distracting Dana.
"Rachel, what did you wish for me?" Dana asked.
"I wished you would understand what it was like to never get what you want. I still hope that wish comes true, but it seems like you might have lucked out," Rachel said, looking away from her newfound pet momentarily.
Dana meant to respond, but suddenly couldn't find the words. She swallowed hard, an unpleasant tingling sensation forming in her throat. She tried again to speak but felt as if she was going to choke.
"What's up, Dana?" Rachel said, glancing over to her again.
Dana simply couldn't respond. No matter what she did, she couldn't get her mouth to move right. Everything just wasn't working. She tried to open her mouth and found her lips wouldn't respond at all. Panic was beginning to set her heart racing.
She fled to the bathroom near the kitchen, where she could see herself in the mirror. Her whole body was crawling unpleasantly. A deadening tingle that upset her to her core. The moment Dana turned on the light in the bathroom she knew nothing would ever be the same. She couldn't feel her lips, and now she could see why. Her lips no longer existed at all. Where her mouth once had been was simply a smooth patch of skin. No sign she had ever had a mouth at all. She tried to scream but realized she no longer even could locate the body parts necessary to scream. Instead, she simply stared into her own eyes in the mirror, stricken with fear as the crawling sensation spread across her body.
As Dana looked in the mirror, she saw something else changing. Her eyes, once vibrant green, were slowly dimming to a soft, empty gray color. Her pupils widened more in fear. She ran out of the bathroom, down the hall and upstairs. Dana had a body mirror in her bedroom and she needed to see if this was the end of her changes or if there were more horrors to discover. Bursting into the room, she started peeling off her clothes. When she took off her shirt, she almost collapsed to the floor. Tangled with the fabric of her top was a huge clump of her light brown hair.
Dana spun to the mirror in horror. Even the small motion of her turning her body brought more hair to the ground. Clump after clump falling out with every tiny move until Dana was standing naked in a pile of her own hair, completely bald. Tears welled up in her now-gray eyes, then streamed down her face. The crawling feeling on her body wasn't stopping, and it was intensifying around her nipples, genitals, and ass. A sudden, sharp pain around Dana's left nipple made her jolt. Staring into the mirror, she saw her skin changing distinctly, horrifyingly.
First, a fold formed, as if her nipple was pinching in on itself. Then, two roles of small red holes appeared on the top and bottom of the fold, small droplets of blood dripping downward. Dana was shaking, but the changes weren't stopping. A thin, dark fiber wove its way through each of the holes, bringing sharp pain with it. Only as the string reached the last hole did Dana realize what was happening. Through streaming tears, Dana silently watched her nipples become magically sewn up.
The ethereal sutures tightened and tightened, impossibly tight, and with a sudden pinch, they burst into dust, permanently sealing Dana's left nipple in a prison of flesh. All that remained of her left nipple was a notable surgical scar -- a line and two sets of dots. Dana did not even have time to recover before she felt two more sharp pains. One over her right nipple, and one just above her vulva. She fell to her knees in front of the mirror, shaking her head, silently, desperately pleading. The pain continued.
Dana fell backward, arching her back as the pain around her vulva completely overrode what she knew was happening to her right nipple. She writhed against the pain, struggling for control of her body as she felt each piercing pain on either side of her vulva lips. She knew she had to look, she had to know.
Sliding her knees to the side, Dana put her back on the ground and looked down across her belly at the mirror with her eyes still cleched closed. Horror wracked her body, she was shaking uncontrollably. As the pain intensified, she manifested the will to tear her eyes open just in time to see the same ethereal sutures sewing her smooth-shaved vulva shut. In unison, her right nipple and her vulva were pulled impossibly tight until *pop* the sutures disappeared leaving nothing but that iconic scar on empty flesh. Only one feature besides the scar remained on the bald mound between her legs -- A small hole that she quickly discovered was her urethra as fear took her and she pissed herself.
Shaking violently in a pool of her own piss, she stared, breathing heavily and staring at her almost featureless piss hole.
Somehow, deep inside, Dana knew the magic hadn't left her. Something was still crawling in her soul. As her tear-soaked eyes scanned her nipple-less chest, featureless mound, and mouthless face, she noticed other changes slowly coming into place. Her breasts were shrinking. Before she knew it, they were little more than miniscule pads of fat decorated with scars. No real shape to speak of, but not flat either. Shakily, she stood up where she could get a better look at her whole body. Her hips seemed to follow the pattern of her breasts. Slowly shrinking, flattening out but not wholly disappearing.
Dana's hands and feet caught her eyes next, as both grew in length and width from their previous size. Not too big, but not their previous small size. It was only when she saw her shoulders and chest change that everything clicked. Her body was now perfectly androgynous. No person would ever be able to guess her sex or gender just from looking at her. As Dana stared, a new creeping sensation dawned.
Dana could no longer remember. Dana could feel it had just been there. The right pronouns, the right gender. Dana knew, deep down inside, that all of this had just happened. The memories, though, were warping. As Dana desperately clawed for identity, the only thing in sight was the mirror. A mirror with a wholly sewn-shut, androgynous, voiceless, bald, grey-eyed *being*. In that moment, Dana knew there was only one pronoun that would fit anymore. It.
A warm shiver slithered across Dana's whole body. In an ocean of fear and disorientation, a bloom of pleasure. It tried to remember what it had just seen moments ago, but in its mind a memory of its penis being sewn away or its cunt being sewn away both seemed equally true. It could truly no longer remember what it had been before. It remembered its whole life, but every gendered memory was completely jumbled. It remembered the first time it had sex, putting its cock in its girlfriend or being fucked by its boyfriend...or was it being double penetrated by those two enbies? It remembered jerking off and vibrating a clit equally. All it knew was that now, it was nothing more than it.
With the first sense of calm it had felt since the wish, Dana turned toward the mirror and bent over, spreading its flat ass to get a different angle of view. A surge of desire swelled within it when it saw its darkened anus. Thankfullness that there was at least one way left to get pleasure. It puckered its asshole in the mirror, relishing the flood of erotic desire. Then, shaking, it reached a single finger back to touch that formerly-forbidden hole.
As its finger made contact, Dana felt a burst of unimaginable pleasure. If it had been possible for Dana to cum, it would have cum. Instead, following the surge of pleasure and desire, there was a sharp sting of pain. Dana looked in horror in its own gray eyes as it felt its own asshole deaden to touch. Desperately fingering in panic, Dana felt nothing outside of the mere presense of its own finger. Trapped just before the peak of pleasure, Dana was locked forever at the moment before climax. It knew then that for the rest of its life it would feel hunger but never eat, feel thirst but never drink, be horny beyond imagining but never experience relief. Its whole body slightly deadened to touch, Dana's only joy would be pissing out of its featureless hole.
Dana fell to the floor, its new reality fully enveloping it. It sat there until it was finally able to piss itself again. Watching its clear, colorless piss dribbling down its featureless legs brought it only the slightest glimmer of joy. Then it stood up and walked, naked, back downstairs.
In the livingroom, Rachel had bent Troy's pathetic frame over the sofa and was scratching marks into his back while stretching his asshole. Troy was moaning like a bitch and begging for his mommy to fuck him harder. Rachel was calling Troy every slur in the book. Neither of them even noticed Dana come back into the room. Dana simply watched silently, feeling its desire grow ever higher, knowing it would never, ever get release. The timer on the oven beeped.
