Carolyn and The Stone By MrGrey (Magic, BE, -IQ, Redneck TF)

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Carolyn and
The Stone
By MrGrey

Jack Robins now had a criminal record.

Of course, he could just get his hands on the stone and wish it away, but the stone was a little out of his reach at the moment. Jack sat on a flat, uncomfortable cot behinds a row of dirty metal bars and stared at a desk on the other side, where the magic rock sat atop a stack of papers in a clear plastic bag. He should be nervous, but he knew this wasn't the end of the world for him. Any consequences bestowed to him during this ordeal could easily be erased by a quick talk with the stone.

All Jack had to do was sit it out and wait for the perfect chance.

All Jack had to do was get it in his hands...

"What are you looking at?"

Jack looked up at his cellmate. A tall man with a mustache and a faded Budweiser t-shirt.

Jack sighed and looked back at the stone, "Nothing."

The man leaned in closer. "Is it true what they said?"

"Probably."

The man sat back against the wall and stroked his chin. "Wild... So you kept that broad and her daughter in their own house and..." the man swallowed, "...had your way with them?"

Jack kept staring at the lonesome rock on the desk, "You could say that."

The man scowled, "You some kind of sicko or something?"

Jack turned to the man, "Why are you in here?"

The man laughed, "Some asshole started some shit with me in this bar... Not my first time."

Jack was losing interest in this man. Right now all he needed was that stone. A random person in a police uniform would walk through the station carrying some folder and then disappear down a hallway. The only people in the room were Jack, the annoying redneck next to him, and a woman sitting at a desk across the room. Occasionally she would look up at Jack, then look back down at the paper she was writing on. She was young. She was pretty. She was perfect...

Finally, an older, overweight man with a red face walked in. "Alright, we're heading out for the night. You keep an eye on those two..." he said to the woman, nodding his head towards Jack and his cellmate at the last sentence. The man walked out of the office, leaving Jack and his cellmate alone with the police woman.

Jack turned his attention back to the stone. The only way he could get his hands on that rock was that woman. She'd have to bring it to him... "Hey!" he called. The woman looked up at him, then dropped her head back to what she was writing as if he hadn't said a thing. "I said, 'Hey!' I'm talking to you!"

"What are you doing, man?" the mustache man whispered.

The woman finally paid him some attention and responded, "Shut up." She went back to her work.

That was all Jack needed. He had her right where he wanted now. "Hey, come on... Don't be like that. I just need a favor."

"Yeah, well, don't ask me. Deputy Miller will be back in a couple of hours. You can ask him."

This girl was a rookie. Jack could tell. She was too young to really know what she was doing. There's only one thing rookie cops do best: screw up. "I just need that rock. That rock right there... Ok?" Jack pointed to the rock, his arm protruding through the floor to ceiling bars as he leaned against the cell door.

The woman sighed and put her pen down.

Perfect.

That stone would be in his hands in no time.

She walked over to the cell door. She was definitely young, no older than twenty-five. "How long have you been a cop?" Jack asked.

"This is my first year. That's why I'm here," she answered, sneering at the boring office.

"You don't like doing the paperwork?"

"Who would?"

Jack nodded, listening to every word she said, gaining her trust... "I suppose you're right. What made you want to be a cop?"

The girl stared him down before answering him, clearly getting annoyed by his questions. "It's a family thing. Everyone's a cop."

"I see... What's your name?"

She seemed a little taken back by this question, but didn't see the harm in answering. "Carolyn."

Jack smiled, "Carolyn... That's a pretty name..."

"Whatever, now what was it that you wanted?"

A-ha! It was his. She'd think it was just a harmless rock. "I need that stone right there..." Jack pointed to the rock in the sealed plastic bag.

Carolyn laughed. "Yeah right! That's evidence. What do you want with a rock anyway?"

Jack had to keep playing it cool, "Oh, it's just—"

"It's magic!"

Jack shut his eyes and sighed. He turned to see his cellmate with a wild and sincere look on his face.

"Magic, huh?" came the reply from outside the cell. Jack turned back to see Carolyn with a smug grin on her face. Jack had lost her trust. He was just a lunatic to her now. Jack watched helplessly as she picked up the plastic bag and opened it.

Maybe it could still work... He needed to touch the rock. It would only take a second...

"What kind of magic does this rock do?" Carolyn asked, now holding the stone in her hand.

Jack had to reel her back in, "Oh, it's just—"

"It grants wishes!"

Jack spun back to the crazed redneck and shot him an angry look.

"Wishes, huh?" Carolyn asked.

"Yep, yep! It grants wishes!" the man continued, "That's what the cops were sayin' earlier. They say he used it to grant wishes on some lady and her daughter. It's magic!"

"Is that true?" she asked, still not believing what this kid and drunk were telling her. Jack shook his head 'no', trying to lie his way out. Carolyn tossed the rock up and down in her hand. "Well, I have a few wishes of my own!" she said mockingly, "Hmmmm...let's see! Oh! I know! I wish you two would leave me alone so I can finish my work!"

Shit.

Jack sat down, against his will and stared at his cellmate, who had also suddenly found himself unable to disturb Carolyn and a little frantic.

"It is true!" the man said to Jack.

Jack shut his eyes and nodded. This was not how he had planned this to go.

Carolyn stood by and noticed the sudden change between the two men. "Are you two for real?" she asked.

She couldn't get an answer. The man and the young boy just sat there. She sighed, "Ok, fine. I wish you guys could bother me again."

Jack jumped up and rushed against the bars, "Give me the stone! Give it to me!"

Carolyn was so surprised by Jack's sudden awakening, she dropped the stone. As if in slow motion, the three of them watched as the stone fell to the ground and began to roll towards the cell. Jack began to feel hope, to feel that this could all finally be over and he could go back to his luxurious lifestyle. He watched as the stone rolled closer and closer to him, it's rightful owner. He began to lean down to grab it when a skinny hand suddenly reached out and snatched the stone away.

Jack's eyes widened as he looked up to see a smiling redneck clutching the stone as if it were gold. He grinned at Jack with a look that would make Gollum shiver.

"Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy..." the man said to himself as he held the stone to his chin and looked at his surroundings suspiciously.

Jack made a desperate attempt to tackle the man, but he was too quick. "I wish you'd sit yer ass down and shut up!" Jack stopped in his tracks and found himself complying.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck fuck... was all the Jack thought.

Carolyn looked terrified. She spun around and began to sprint toward the door.

It's no use... Jack thought.

"I wish you'd come back here, Carolyn!" the man shouted.

Carolyn stopped and reluctantly walked back. She looked angry.

The man grinned at his audience. This was going to be fun...

"Now..." he began, "I wish all of these doors would shut and lock."

What the fuck? Jack thought, Why doesn't he set us free?

The man clearly had other plans as he continued his wishes, "I wish no one would bother us for a while...give us a little privacy, ya know?" He grinned at Jack, who did not return his grin. Jack just stared at him, unable to move. "Now for the good stuff...what should I start with first?" The man was clearly torn between the decisions of what a typical redneck man would want. "Alright, I wish I had a huge pecker." The stone glowed it's usual glow and Carolyn and Jack stood by and watched this man feel a stirring in his pants and then proceed to pull them down to reveal a nine inch long soft cock. "Woooo-weee! Looket that! Looket that right there! Hot damn, that's a big dick right there!"

Carolyn was horrified. She looked at Jack, clearly worried.

You're next, sweetheart, Jack thought. It was inevitable. Poor girl, she had no idea what she was in for.

As predicted, the man then looked at Carolyn with hungry eyes. "Now I just need a cute snatch to put it in..."

"No, please, wait—" Carolyn tried to plead, but it was too late. She stood still and helpless and listened to her fate.

"This here rock knows what my dream woman is," the man confessed, "I wish you was my dream woman."

Oh, this should be interesting, Jack thought.

Carolyn shook her head frantically as she felt the changes surging through her body. It was as if her whole body had gone numb. She felt pins and needles under her skin as her uniform stretched over her form. First, her legs plumped up, adding a little extra meat to her otherwise boney legs. Her uniform dissolved as her pale skin suddenly became a deep tan. Her uniform was replaced with a pair of faded, cut-off Daisy-Dukes. A cheap pair of red heels appeared on her heels and Carolyn was suddenly on her way to trailer trash...

A red halter top showed up covering her tits. Along with that, her tits became to fill out more and more. To top it off, her boyish brown hair cut erupted into short, fake, burnt-out blonde curls. Her face exploded into an arrangement of heavy, cheap make-up.

"Oh my god! I look like a freak!" Carolyn screamed, looking at her body.

The man lips like a hungry wolf. "Them titties ain't big enough. I wish they was big and fake!"

Carolyn's red halter stretched and stretched as her boobs expanded. Carolyn watched with wide eyes as her breasts became an embarrassing pair of cantaloupes.

"What did you do to my breasts, you freak!?"

The man winced, "Don't call 'em 'breasts'. I wish you'd just call 'em yer 'melons'!"

Carolyn couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Change my melons back right now! I want normal melons! I can't work with melons like this!"

The man laughed and did a little dance in his cell. "I wish yer ass were a bigger too." Carolyn's Daisy Dukes split down the middle of each ass cheek as her ass ballooned out until it stuck out enough for someone to set their beer on it while she was standing. "Perfect." The Daisy Dukes were almost see-thru now they had ripped, but it made her look all the more trashy.

"Change me back this instant!" Carolyn ordered.

The man still didn't like what he had created. "Now, you look like my dream woman. But...you don't really sound like her." This didn't sound appealing to Carolyn. She hung in anticipation at his next wish. "To be my dream woman, you gotta think like I think. You know what I mean?"

Carolyn didn't know what he meant, but Jack did.

"I wish you would think like me," the men spurted out.

Carolyn's head felt as if it were floating away. She could feel herself becoming detached from reality. Then, like a slingshot, she was brought back, only this time, she was different.

"Well, shit! You done changed mah brain!" Carolyn whined in an annoying redneck voice. Carolyn suddenly had the desire to go to get a beer. She wondered where the closest bar was...NASCAR should be on right now... "I cain't fuckin' believe you would do this to me. How I'm gonna fight crime now? With big melons like these and dumb as a post?" Grammar was a thing of the past for Carolyn. Her thoughts were plagued with thoughts of beer, football, and, oddly enough, lesbian porn.

Jack marveled at this man's creation. His dream woman. She definitely looked like she belonged at some dirty, seedy bar. She seemed like the kind of lady that showed up in the afternoon and hung around until it closed or she was finally thrown out on her ass when everyone got sick of her.

"Now, Carolyn," the man continued, "You can't be actin' that way when we out in public together... I wish you liked the way I changed you!"

Carolyn lost focus in her eyes, then everything snapped back into place. What also snapped back into place was a big dumb smile on her face. She looked at the man in the cell and her heart just exploded. "Oh thank you, baby! You done made me a real woman! Thank the Lord!"

The man smiled and stood up. He had successfully created his dream woman. Normally a man would just wish his way out of the jail cell and take her off into the sunset, but this man was not so bright. He figured he didn't need the stone any longer and looked at Jack. He held the stone in his hand and made his final wishes. "I wish this hot chick here would love nothing more than to suck my big pecker through these bars until I cum down her redneck throat..." Carolyn gushed at the thought! She dropped to her knees and waddled over to the cell as any nasty redneck bitch would.

The man clutched the stone while the whore on the floor bobbed up and down on his huge dick. Carolyn had a permanent smile on her face as she swallowed the wonderful cock in front of her. "Fuck, I wish your fake tits were even bigger."

Carolyn didn't even notice as her halter was pushed up as her tits grew even bigger. Her stiff nipples pointed forward as her halter rested on the top of her rack. Carolyn happily licked up and down his shaft and fed off of his balls, her job the farthest thing from her mind.

The man turned to Jack. "Thanks fer lettin' me use yer stone, man. I wish you could move and talk again." With that said, the man tossed the stone at Jack's lap and proceeded to stick his big cock in between the bars into Carolyn's open, waiting mouth.

Jack felt life come back inside him as he grabbed his stone. Carolyn's slurping sounds were all Jack heard. He felt he was going to go insane if he didn't get out of this cell. "Carolyn, I wish you would stop that and step backwards."

The man's cock slipped out of Carolyn's slutty mouth as she stood up and did as Jack wished. The man turned to Jack, feeling betrayed, "Hey man, whatcho think yer doin'—"

"I wish this cell would unlock, you fucking dumbass." The cell open slammed open as the man stared at it dumbly for a few minutes before finally murmuring, "Oh yeah..."

Carolyn looked at the cell with the same not-too-bright stare, "You shoulda done dat, man!"

The man nodded in agreement as he and Jack walked out of the cell.

Jack turned to the two rednecks, "I'm gonna leave now. But, watching you play with this thing made me want to make some wishes of my own." Carolyn pouted, thinking this was over and that she was free to suck this guy's dick now. She didn't even know his name... "I wish you two were married."

Carolyn and the man looked at each other with completely different eyes now. The man looked at his dream woman and now saw a good-for-nothing whore that always wanted his attention while the game was on. Carolyn looked at this man as a pathetic, deadbeat asshole that was still good enough for a roll in the sack, which was the only reason she stayed married to him.

"Come on, you dumb slut, let's get home," he said grabbing her arm.

Carolyn snapped back, "Don' you be tellin' me what to do! Dr. Phil said today that—"

"I wish you were his devoted, submissive wife."

Carolyn's mind was soon filled with all the knowledge of a stay at home wife. All she wanted to do was have this man's babies. She couldn't wait to get him home so he could start pumping her full of his baby juice. She pictured herself barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, and a smile crossed her face. The rest of Carolyn's days would be spent watching daytime soaps and clipping coupons.

Carolyn wrapped her arm around her man.

"Later, man," the man said as he began to walk out with his wife.

"What the hell is going on here?!" came a shout from the door.

It was Deputy Miller, he had returned.

Carolyn turned to him, "Deputy Miller! I swear I didn' mean ta do it! Mah husband made me!"

"Your husband?" Deputy Miller looked at Carolyn, a very promising addition to the force, holding this man's arm as if she belonged to him. The man just told her to shut up. Oddly enough, she did just as he said. "Alright, you two, get back in your cell. Carolyn, I need to have a talk with you. And why are you dressed like th—?"

"We're leaving," Jack said. Deputy Miller's eyes grew as red as his face after hearing this, but Jack took care of that. "I wish you'd get in the cell, though." Confusion draped Deputy Miller's face as he willingly walked into the cell, where Jack yanked the heavy doors shut with an echoing click.

Carolyn and her new husband began to walk out of the police station to their trailer on the edge of town.

"Now, when we get home, you get to work on fixin' me dinner," the man instructed.

Carolyn whined, "Awww...but cain't I suck yer pecker first?"

Their voices faded into the night as Jack was left alone with Deputy Miller.

"I wish you'd tell me whatever I want to know," Jack said. Deputy Miller looked as confused as ever, but soon became a little frightened as soon as Jack began asking questions. "How much to you know about me?"

Deputy Miller swallowed, "Nothing really. We haven't been able to find anything out yet."

"If I left here tonight, would you still look for me or would you able to find me?"

"No, we don't have any information on you. That's why we were holding you, so we could find out more about you before we let you go."

"Perfect," Jack smiled. "One more thing..."

Deputy Miller waited.

"...where is Cynthia and Katherine Sanders?"

"They're at the hospital. Doctor's are checking them out to see what's wrong with them... They should be there a couple of days."

Jack nodded and grinned, "Thank you, Officer."

With that said, Jack left the police station and headed toward the hospital to continue his fun.

THE END