Battle for the Bimbos: The Pills vs. The Stone (Magic, TF)

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Battle for the Bimbos:

The Pills vs. The Stone

By MrGrey

1

When a man is on a roll at a craps table, it can be hard to pull him away. You can tell him he's had a good run, that luck is definitely on his side, but once you suggest that he should give it a rest, you hit a brick wall. Your friend, who you may have known all your life, will tell you to shut the fuck up. He'll deny food and sleep to keep his roll going.

You don't walk away from luck.

But, sooner or later, as we all know — luck runs out. Well, almost.

Tommy Foreman's luck had almost come to a halt yesterday. Mr. Black had not been happy with Tommy after scanning through the network news channels. Stories of women becoming slutty bimbos flooding television screens across the country. Of course, that hadn't bothered him. Mr. Black had watched with glee as Tommy's latest planted seed slowly blossomed into utter chaos and panic in the streets.

No, that hadn't bothered him.

What had bothered Mr. Black was the story of a man named Harold O'Connor. That story included a story about a suitcase full of personality and body altering pills. Apparently an FBI agent had been turned into some gangbanging street whore. Mr. Black would rather that not have happened.

Mr. Black's order to Tommy had been simply: "Fix it". Tommy wasn't about to argue with him.

After asking around for a little while, Tommy had found out that the cop—Agent Maria Rodriguez—had been found, contained, and placed under high security watch at Benedict Rollins Hospital. That's where Tommy was right now, looking up and down the halls to find her, with a familiar large briefcase in his hand.

Mr. Black couldn't have Agent Rodriguez returning to her former self. If she "woke up", Mr. Black was sure that she would be the one to bring him down. She needed to be kept quiet. That's what the briefcase was for.

There were two guards in front of Maria's door. Tommy eyes them from around the corner at the end of the hall. He needed to get rid of these guys.

"Excuse me?" came a soft voice, "Can I help you?"

Tommy turned around and grinned. An intern. Her blue scrubs looked so cute on her tan body. All these young medical school girls were always hot. She would be a perfect distraction for those pesky guards.

"Yes, I was looking for a Ms. Karen Foreman..." he said, giving his mother's name. Karen was fine. She was at home right now with a pink buttplug in her ass, smoking a joint and watching anime porn. Yeah, Karen had become quite the kinky slut after having her mind fucked with back and forth, up and down. Tanya was a whole other story...

"Foreman?" the intern repeated, turning around to get on her computer to look up the name.

"Yep...Foreman..." Tommy said, slowly opening the briefcase and pulling out a bright pink pill. He set the case down and casually put his arm around her chest, pinning her arms down, and shoved the pink pill into her mouth from behind with his other hand. She fought for minute, trying to scream, but Tommy kept his hand clamped over her mouth until her muffled screams turning into giggling as the pill melted her mind away, leaving this medical student a ditzy, horny little slut.

Her giggles sounded clearer as Tommy removed his hand. The interns tired eyes now looked alive and radiant as she suddenly had a new calling in life. She ripped her scrubs open, letting her hard nipples poke through the edge of the top, and walked out into the hallway in front of Maria's room.

She looked at the guards, giggling with her finger in her mouth. She motioned for them to come to her. They exchanged glances and shrugged their shoulders. They followed the dumb slut into a vacant room where she sucked their dicks like the addicted slut she had been turned into.

That's when Tommy made his way in Agent Maria Rodriguez's room. She was tied to the bed with an IV in her arm. They're cleansing her system, he thought, as he watching the fluids going in and out of her body. A vile with purple liquid was dripping slowly beside her. He looked into the briefcase and pulled the matching purple pill. The Stereotype Pill.

He unhooked her IV bag and dropped a few of the pills inside of it.

That should keep her in line.

As the Stereotype Pill was slowly fed into her system, Tommy exited the room. He needed to get the hell out of this hospital.

As he rushed down the hall, he was slammed into by a running boy. The two bodies fell to the ground, almost causing the Mental Pills briefcase to open and spill all over the floor. "Hey, watch it!" Tommy shouted.

"Do you know where I can find Cynthia Sanders?" the boy said looking at the briefcase.

Tommy shrugged his shoulders, "How the fuck should I know?"

The boy looked confused, "Or Katherine Sanders? You work here don't you?"

Tommy looked at the boy's hand. He was holding some kind of a rock. "No."

The boy sighed. "Well, fuck you then."

Tommy was about to kick the kid's ass, but then remembered Mr. Black words — "Fix it." He had done that, and now he needed to get out of there. The boy ran off down the hall, carrying his rock, and Tommy just shook his head and continued down the elevator.

On the ground floor, he walked through the labyrinth of a hospital, looking for the exit. He turned a corner and saw a swarm of cops at the end of the long hallway.

"Shit," he whispered to himself, before ducking back behind the wall. He tilted his ear in the direction of the cops. He could see two very attractive women in wheelchairs behind pushed into a room amidst the cops. The cops were saying something about "escaping" and "the sheriff in the jailcell".

Good.

They weren't there for him.

Then, he heard the cops say something about a "stone" and "highly dangerous". A stone? Was that what that kid was holding?

After listening for a little while longer, realized that this could be the perfect way to get back at that kid.

Well, fuck you then.

How rude. Tommy strutted down the hall confidently, a Bitch Pill and a Dyke Pill in his hands. This would shut the kid's vulgar mouth. Whoever these two women were, they were obviously important to him. Let's see how important they are now...

Tommy had become an expert at dropping pills into cup without notice. The cups of tea the two women held were soon tainted by the Mental Pills as Tommy continued walking without missing a beat. He pushed past the cops, politely saying "Excuse me" and "Pardon me". He made his way into the lobby and was about to leave the hospital when he stopped.

Tommy glanced down at his watch.

He had time.

He had to see how this played out.

When that kid found "Cynthia Sanders" and "Katherine" acting like a snobby cunt, and a carpet-munching whore, that would teach him a lesson. Tommy had to stick around for that.

He let the front doors close back as Tommy walked back into the depths of the hospital.

2

Jack was panicking.

The stone only worked if the person was there with you. You had to be looking at them. At least, that's what Jack had deducing from his experiments.

Cynthia and Katherine had almost gotten away from him, but he had them now. They were somewhere in this hospital. They thought they were so rescued, but Jack came back. All he had to do now...was find them.

This hospital was like a fucking maze. There were twelve floors, each floor with an east wing and west wing, ER centers, dialysis labs, waiting rooms, recovery rooms... Where the hell would they be?

By now, police would have found the Sheriff locked up. They would have put the alert out that he had escaped and was now roaming free through the city. They would know where he was going. That's why Jack needed a disguise...

The Sheriff said they didn't have anything on him. No one knew what he looked like. No one knew his name. But, they knew that a young boy had "terrorized" a mother and her daughter, so if he showed up looking for them...

Ah...an intern.

He spotted her walking out of an empty room.

"Holy shit..." Jack whispered out loud to himself. This girl was hot! Her tits were massive—and those pouty lips! Jack thought he would have to look into getting a job here if these are the types of girls the hospital was hiring. She looked like she was just dressing to play an intern in a porno, not actually working as an intern.

"Hey there," he said to the girl.

She spun around. "Oh, like, hi!"

Hmmm...maybe it wasn't a comforting thing that this was the type of people the hospital were hiring. "I'm looking for someone. Do you think you can help me?"

The intern giggled. Giggled! "Ya, like, totally! Come on!"

Jack reluctant to follow, but he went ahead with it. The medical student sat down in front of her computer and furrowed her brow. She looked at the screen. A colorful little ball bounced around the screen, "boinging" off of each boundary of the monitor. "These things are always so hard to work..." she said to herself.

Jack leaned in and moved the mouse. The ball disappeared and so did the intern's confusion. "It's the screensaver," he said with a grin. She giggled, making her tits ripple, "Oh! I'm so ditzy tonight..."

Something about that sentence caught Jack's attention.

Something wasn't right.

No hospital would hire this bimbo. This girl was a moron, and, judging from the running eyeliner on her cheeks, she had been choking on a cock not too long ago.

"What's your name, honey?" Jack asked.

The intern thought for a second then answered, "Beverly."

"Beverly, has anything..." Jack thought of the simplest way to ask his questions, "...strange, or weird, happened to you tonight?"

Beverly's eyes opened wide, "Wow, you're, like, a psych-thingy or something! Something totally weird happened tonight!"

Jack nodded, "Tell me what it was."

Beverly struggled with her thoughts. "Well, this guy with a briefcase—"

"A briefcase?" Jack asked.

"Yeah! The guy with the briefcase! He asked me the same thing you did. He was, like, looking for somebody!" Beverly stopped to catch her breath, "But, when I turned around, he grabbed me and put something in my mouth—"

"What was it?" Jack was a little worried. Who could this be?

"I dunno!" she exclaimed, "But, next thing I know, I'm, like, dumb and slutty." She giggled and told Jack about how she had blown to guys right after and how fun it was and how big their dicks were and how she'd like to see his dick and how horny she was...

So after Jack shot his load down the interns throat, he talked her into letting him borrow another set of scrubs. "What do you need them for?" she asked, wiping the cum from the corners of her mouth.

"Ummm..." Jack looked around the room, "I'm, uh, a clothes tester. Yeah, I, um, try on clothes and make sure they fit right and everything. It's my job. That's why I'm here."

The intern stared at Jack a moment, while he thought to himself, Great job, Hemmingway...

Beverly nodded, giggled, and responded, "Oh, okay!"

She handed me a stacks of solid green clothes. As Jack undressed, she stared at his cock and cooed. When he pulled the stone out of his pocket and set it on the table, she asked what it was.

"It's magic," Jack said.

She looked at it with a serious face, her eyes loosing focus as she lost herself in the stone, "...what kinda magic...?"

"Well," Jack said, putting on a face mask. The only visible part of his body were his eyes. "Let's say that I didn't think you'd fit in anymore as a medical student..."

"But—" she began to protest, looking a little disappointed.

Jack picked up the stone, "Let's say I don't think you could handle working in a hospital..."

"But, like, my parents said I have to—"

"Let's say I think there's a much better job awaiting you..."

Beverly didn't say anything. Finally, she asked, "What is it?"

"Well, all I have to do is hold this stone and say that you're a cheap hooker and it'll be so!"

Jack watched Beverly helplessly morph and contort. Tattoos appeared on her body. Her beach bunny tan faded as she took on the complexion of a streetwalker, living her life in the twilight hours. High heels sprouted from her feet and a corset, ripped fishnets, and a micro-mini skirt appeared on her body. Dark make-up appeared on her face as a cigarette appeared dangling from her mouth...

"Hey, baby," she said in a lower voice, "You wanna date?" Beverly's college education had been annihilated and replaced with the street smarts of a high school dropout whore.

Jack smiled. "How much?"

"Five bucks."

He sucked his teeth, "That's kind of out of my budget. Sorry."

"Whatever."

With that said, Beverly got on the elevator and descended into her new life.

* * *

"Are you sure this is what he looked like?"

Cynthia looked at Katherine, who nodded, looking at the drawing. Cynthia nodded as well, "Yes, that's him, officer. But—"

"Marty, show this to your team. We expect he's going to come here looking for them, so tell them to keep a sharp eye," the officer commanded.

The other policeman responded with, "Yes, sir," and left with the drawing pad with the pencil sketch of Jack.

Cynthia shook her head, "You can't just treat him like any other person! He has—!"

The chief officer leaned down to her, "You'll be safe here, ma'am. You just need to rest. Drink your tea, it'll relax you."

Cynthia gave up. She sipped her tea, as did Katherine. They had been carried out of their house. The effects of Jack's stone had disappeared, thanks to Katherine's well-placed wish. It was as if the further away they got from the stone, the more the effects wore off. But, things weren't over yet. After they had learned that Jack had disappeared, Cynthia and Katherine became very frightened. They tried to calm down, but the looming danger was too strong. They knew about the effects of the stone. These cops didn't. They would be careless. Cynthia sipped some more of her tea.

Those fucking cops.

They had no idea.

"Ok, I need someone posted at the security cameras," the chief commanded, "Ted, you wanna head up there? And Mike, let's get down to the front entrance. I don't want this room left unguarded! Got it?"

"You assholes don't understand!"

The room stopped.

Everyone looked down at Cynthia. Her face were a huge sneer. "Jack has that fucking stone! You bitches can't compete with that! Bunch of worthless shits is all you are..."

"Mom...?" Katherine said.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm talking here! Someone needs to tell these assholes everything they're doing wrong..."

"Mom...I feel funny..."

"The fuck you talking about?" Cynthia spun around to look at her daughter.

Katherine rubbed her head, "I... I don't know... It's just..." Katherine took a deep breath as something deep inside of her finally settled. "It's just that I could really use some pussy right now."

The room suddenly felt very uneasy. "Ummm...ladies," the chief started.

"Shut your fucking mouth! Goddam, all of you motherfuckers shut up! You're giving me a fucking headache!"

Katherine slumped in her seat as her ladylike mannerisms suddenly vanished, "You think I should cut my hair short? This long hair just isn't me anymore..."

Cynthia cocked her eyebrow at her, "Then you'd look like a fucking lesbo!"

Katherine sighed, "Mother, I prefer the term lesbian...or homosexual."

"Whatever. Too bad you have no idea what you're missing being a fucking dyke."

Katherine just sighed and looked away.

The chief looked at one of his men, "Maybe we should get a doctor in here..."

"Someone need a doctor?" came a reply at the door and young looking man in scrubs and a face mask appeared.

3

"You look a little young to be a doctor," the chief said, looking suspiciously at Jack.

Jack's face mask raised at the corners as he smiled pleasantly underneath the green fabric. "I just graduated."

Cynthia and Katherine snapped their heads up at the sound of the doctor's voice. That voice. Their hands both began to involuntarily shake, as if they had drank too much coffee. That voice...

"What seems to be the problem," Jack asked.

Cynthia couldn't speak. Her throat wasn't working right, like it was clamping shut. Katherine's voice was lost as well. It couldn't be.

"Well," the chief said, walking a little closer to the doctor and whispering to him so the sensitive women couldn't listen in, "These two suddenly started acting very...strangely."

Though Jack didn't show it, he was intrigued. He kept his poker face in full force and asked, "How so?"

The chief shrugged his shoulders, raising his eyebrows as if to say Fuck if I can explain it! "They just started acting...different. Like they were totally different people."

Just like Beverly... Jack thought and nodded the way doctor's nod when they hear an uneducated opinion. "Mm-hmm, I see. Well, I think the best thing for Cynthia and Katherine is for you and your men to leave the hospital."

The chief held up his finger at the chesty, baby-doctor, "Now, you wait just a minute, you don't understand—"

"No, sir, you don't understand," Jack said raising his hand out of his pocket. What he held in his hand brought forth simultaneous gasps from Cynthia and Katherine... "You and your men are going to leave this hospital, right now."

The chief dropped his hand.

"Everything is fine."

The chief nodded in agreement. "Alright, boys. You heard the men. Let's head out."

In Cynthia's head, the room was spinning as she watched the policemen walk away. Willfully and casually, they had left her back alone with the monster. "Jack."

"That's right!" he said cheerfully. They were alone now. Jack closed the door and pulled his mask down. "Feels like old times, doesn't it...?"

Katherine couldn't believe what she saw, "How did you find us?"

That's when Cynthia's face twisted into a snarl and snapped back at her daughter, "Shut up, you fucking dyke! Let me handle this."

Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Well... Where this new rage come from, Cynthia? I haven't turned you bitter, have I?" he asked with a smile.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she snapped, "I figured you did this to us!"

"Did what?" Jack asked, now getting confused, "Turn you into a bitch?"

"Fuck, yes!" she yelled, surprising Jack who meant it as a joke, "And you turning my daughter into some carpet-munching cunt!"

"Mom," Katherine hissed, embarrassed.

"Well, it's true, isn't it!"

Katherine lowered her head in shame. It was true. She loved pussy and she knew it. She loved how it tasted. She loved having a hot looking girl in her arms—big tits of course—with wavy red hair. Just a hot girl that loved to be eaten out and would adore her, unconditionally loving and appreciative...

Jack couldn't believe it. "Is this true?"

"How did you do this to us?" Katherine asked.

"I said, shut your fucking mouth," came the bitchy reply from her unrecognizable mother.

Jack had seen enough of this. They weren't going to get anywhere with this kind of attitude from Mrs. Sanders. "Alright, why don't have a turn being your daughters ideal girlfriend..."

Before Cynthia could express her horror at this thought, she instantly found herself a short, skinny Japanese lesbian with bright red hair. Cynthia turned around to Katherine and smiled. "Hey, baby," she cooed before falling into the arms of her lover. Katherine was horrified at first, but soon found herself unable to control herself. This chick was gorgeous!

Damn, look at those titties! Katherine thought, gazed at Cynthia's new natural jugs.

"Fan of the Orientals I see..." Jack mused with a smile, "Never would have guessed Katherine." Jack quietly left the room, sealing the door shut tightly with a little command with the rock, leaving the two girlfriends alone to get to know each other.

"So what do you think?"

Jack spun around to see a silhouette standing at the end of the hall. He couldn't see a face, but he knew immediately that this was source of his mysterious problems. "Who's there?" he asked, clutching his stone, ready for anything.

Tommy Foreman stepped forward, briefcase in hand.

"You're the guy that ran into me upstairs," Jack accused.

"I'm Tommy. What can I call you?" Tommy said, staring, unflinching, at Jack's eyes.

"I'm Jack. You did this to them didn't you?" Jack asked, hooking his thumb at the closed door.

"Do you like it? Which one got the Dyke Pill? The younger one I hope—"

"You're seriously stepping on my toes here!" Jack interrupted, "They belong to me..."

"Well," Tommy said with a smirk, "to tell you the truth, I really don't think they'd be interested in you, or any men for that matter, any longer—"

"Fuck you!" Jack snapped, holding up the stone, "You're nothing but dyke yourself! Some nasty, hairy, butch dyke cunt!" Jack stood waiting for the changes to come to this asshole. He couldn't wait to see this jerk drop his special briefcase and run away shrieking at the Lilith Fair bitch he had become.

But nothing happened.

Tommy began to laugh. "You really think you're little rock can work on me? How many times to you think some chick has slipped a Mental Pill into my drink? What do you think happens when I drink it? Do you think I become the cum-hungry skank they wanted to turn me into?" Jack didn't say anything. "No," Tommy answered, "Why do you think you and I have been given these gifts?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You and I are special, my friend..." Tommy explained, ignoring Jack's comments, "The stone doesn't work on us... Neither do the pills... That's why after the chick realizes that she hasn't saved herself by trying to turn me into a cum-hungry skank, I turn around to turn her into one. Then, she gargles my fucking jizm while she thanks me for turning her into such a trashy whore."

"It doesn't matter," Jack repeated. "They're my territory. I suggest you leave."

Tommy laughed at Jack, "What the hell makes you think you're in charge here? That rocking rock?"

"Well, look at you," Jack shot back, "You and your fucking briefcase of pills! What a fucking hassle! This thing..." he continued, tossing the stone in the air and catching it, "...is light years ahead of you. You're still in the dark ages!"

"What your rock is is lazy. It's the television remote control. Fatasses got tired of actually getting up from the couch to turn the dial, so they invented the remote control—"

"You're saying the remote control was a bad idea?"

Tommy thought about this and nodded, "Ok, right. Bad analogy." He looked back at Jack, "Regardless—it's too easy. You don't even know the feeling of chasing a girl, transforming her mind, really making her fight before you make her beg to lick your nutsack."

This time, Jack laughed. "I thing those two in there would disagree with you..."

"Hey! Great idea, let's go ask them. I'd love to see how they're doing..."

Perfect, Jack thought. Then he could really show this prick how they trembled in his presence. "Sure, follow me." Jack held the stone and made the door unseal. When the door slowly swung open, Cynthia and Katherine looked up from the floor as they were caught in a sloppy, sixty-nine position, their mouths shiny and wet from lapping at each other's cunts.

"Hm," Tommy said, his arms crossed, looking down at the two lesbos, "I don't remember her being Japanese..."

"Oh, that's my doing," Jack said proudly.

"Japanese, huh?" Tommy said, impressed, "I don't have a Japanese Pill... I have an Urban Pill. I'll have to remember to suggest that to Mr. B—"

"I don't care about your fucking pills," Jack snapped. "Look, I showed you the girls. You need to leave now. This is my area! All of this. I'm the only bimbo maker in town! There's no room for you and your pills..."

"No room, huh?" Tommy said, challenging Jack. Before Jack could retort, Tommy had snatched Katherine up from the floor and had her in a bear hug, his arms wrapped around her tits while he held a small pill in front of her face. Cynthia sat by and watched helplessly from her slanted eyes, hoping that nothing bad happened to her girlfriend. "It's the old blind pick. Another pro of having a briefcase full of pills. You just reach your hand in and grab one. Don't you want to see what this one does, Jacky-boy?"

"Put her down! I mean it!" Jack screamed, his face turned red with frustration.

"Or what, Jack? The only way that stone is a weapon against me is if you throw it at me! Otherwise, you're shooting fucking blanks! Come on, let's see what happens when I shove this down her throat. Maybe she'll blow us all. She'll beg to do it too!"

Katherine looked longingly at her girlfriend on the floor. She knew that it was really her mom, but the chick was just too damn hot (and perfect!) to pass up on such minor details. She didn't know who this man was holding her, and she didn't know what this pill was that was being held up in front of her face but she sure didn't like—

"No!" Jack shouted, but it was too late. Tommy clamped his hand over Katherine's mouth, tossing the pill in right in front of it. After Katherine swallowed the mysterious pill, Tommy let her go. Everyone's eyes were on here as she began to feel very strange...

4

It started with a tattoo.

It appeared on Katherine's stomach. An arching phrase with an arrow pointing south to her crotch. "What the fuck..." she said, feeling dizzy. Cynthia looked on with confused, yet slanted, Oriental, eyes. Katherine pulled her shirt up over her stomach, staring at the tattoo. "What's going to happen to me?"

"Yeah, Tommy," Jack asked, angry, "What's going to happen?"

"Well," Tommy began, "from the look of that. It might be the Punk-Slut Pill."

Katherine gasped and looked back down at her new tattoo:

GLORY HOLE

She looked at the arrow below it, indicating that her gaping wet cunt was the referred "glory hole". "This is supposed to be something that I would have gotten willingly?" she asked, appalled.

"In a few minutes it will be..." Tommy said with an excited grin.

Katherine didn't even notice that she now sported about five earrings in each ear. A leather bikini top formed over her mounds. Big metal hoops were visible under the fabric, adorning each nipple. "Shit, this is fucking not cool!" she said with her new premature bitchy attitude. Katherine cupped her hand over her mouth, shocked at her language. She didn't keep it there for long, because she caught a glance at her fingernails when her hand moved up there. Each nails was painted black. Black.

That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen, thought Katherine.

Her forearms were soon covered in stretched pantyhose, wrapped around her middle finger and pulled up to her elbows. A big pair of heeled boots appeared on each foot as her pants disappeared, leaving her with just a leather thong and thigh-high fishnets.

This is so fuckin' trashy! she thought. Katherine didn't even have pants on. Just see-through stockings and a thong. Her bikini top barely covered her jumbo jugs, but that was becoming the least of Katherine's worries. She felt her face growing numb. She couldn't see what else was happening to her, but her Japanese mother, Jack, and Tommy could. Black lipstick became speared across her lips. Her eyes were lined with thick black chalk and heavy mascara. Her former bright-as-sunshine hair was dyed just as black as the rest of her, finshing the job on creating a type of girl mothers shielded their child's eyes from.

Katherine had become a trashy, slutty, punk rock whore.

"Ugh," she mumbled, "I feel all weird and shit."

Jack was standing on his toes, anxious to see the final product. He couldn't believe what he had seen. These pills actually physically turned Katherine into a complete opposite version of herself. This thing standing in front of him was nothing like the girl he jerked off to in his younger years. "Katherine?"

Katherine looked up at him, snapping a stick of gum and admiring her black nails. "Yeah, what?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

Katherine just rolled her eyes, "Psh! Don't worry about me, man. I'm fine."

Tommy couldn't be more pleased. "Hey, Katherine," he yelled, pulling his cock out, "Come suck on this. It'll really piss your mom off."

Katherine grinned and got down on the knees of her ripped up fishnets. Her exposed ass stuck out behind her as she took Tommy's cock in her willing mouth. A new tattoo could be seen on her lower back when she turned around to deep throat him:

CUM IN MY BACKDOOR

It too had an arrow pointing down. Apparently Katherine's ass was available for parties as well.

"You see, Jack!" Tommy bragged as his cock was sucked, "The pills are much more fun. It's always nice to have a surprise!"

"Are you kidding me?" Jack said defensively, "Those pills must be such a hassle. You have to make someone take it to do anything. With the stone, the possibilities are endless and easier."

"You actually think you have the imagination to make something as trashy as this thing sucking my cock now," Tommy asked with a sympathetic grin. Katherine lifted her pantyhosed hand up and gave Tommy the finger while she continued to blow him. Tommy just shook his head and held his hand out for Jack as if to say, See what I mean?

"Cynthia, turn back to normal," Jack said, feeling the stone grow warm in his hand. As soon as the words escaped his mouth, Cynthia Sanders was sitting on the floor looking just as she had a few weeks ago. "You haven't seen half the things I've done to this woman!" Jack proclaimed. Tommy raised his eyebrows with interest. Jack decided he needed to show him a few things. "Cynthia, I think I'm ready for Tittybitch to come back..."

Cynthia's eyes grew wide with panic, "N-No..."

"Come on, Cynthia," Jack said enthusiastically, "Let's show Tommy what I've done to you. Let's show him what this stone can really do."

"Don't make me be that...that person again. I don't want to be T...Titty...bitch anymore."

"Don't worry, Cynthia. You won't feel a thing. Tittybitch, come forward."

"Jack, wait—! Er...I mean...(giggle), like, what's up!"

Tommy was impressed. He smiled as he watched Cynthia's hair become a plantium blonde. It was a typical job a Bimbo Pill could do, but liked the specifications Jack had created.

"How do you feel now, Cynthia?" Jack asked.

Tittybitch didn't answer.

"Cynthia?"

Again, no response, just absent-minded giggling.

"Tittybitch?"

This time, Tittybitch snapped to attention, grinning, "Yeah?"

"Tell Tommy about yourself."

Tittybitch looked confused, "Like, who's Tommy?"

Jack pointed at the man getting a blow-job from Tittybitch's transformed daughter, "That's Tommy."

Tittybitch turned around and smiled, "Hi, Tommy!"

"Hey there, Tittybitch!" Tommy said playing along.

"I'm Tittybitch, and I love sucking cocks! I gots big boobies and I'm kinda dumb... and I do...stuff..." Tittybitch began to lose track of what she was saying.

"That's good enough Tittybitch," Tommy said, "I can see you're not too bright."

Tittybitch just giggling excitedly, "Nah, I'm totally stupid. That's why I just suck on dicks all day." That's when she noticed the girl sucking Tommy's cock. "Hey, like, who's that?"

Tommy looked down, "Oh, that's just Katherine. Your daughter."

Tittybitch thought about this for a while, then nodded, "Oh yeah! Hi, Katherine! Whatcha doin'?" Tittybitch pinched her nipples as she watched, making them harder and harder.

Katherine sighed on Tommy's cock and looked over her shoulder, "Just sucking this dude's dick, mom. Go away..."

Tittybitch was much too dumb to understand any kind of insult or frustration, "Oh, that's Tommy!"

Katherine nodded and looked up, "Cool. Hi, Tommy, nice to meet you." She shook her head at her stupid mother and started lapping at Tommy balls.

Tommy looked up at Jack, "Not too bad. But, the pills can do that."

"Even her new name?"

Tommy shook his head, defeated, "Well...no. I guess they won't do that."

"Ha!" Jack had won.

"But, you still haven't shown me anything that I haven't seen before."

Jack raised his eyebrows at the challenge. "Oh yeah?" Jack clutched his trusty stone in his hand. "Pick one of your pills and feed it to Katherine. I bet I can top whatever she becomes using Tittybitch here."

Tommy shoved Katherine's hungry mouth to the side, leaving her straining to get much cock in her mouth. Maybe if I bend over, he'll read my tattoo and put it in my ass, she thought desperately.

Tommy picked up his briefcase and looked inside. He smiled as he pinched a pill and held it between his thumb and forefinger. "Alright then, let's do it. Let's see who can make the best bimbo..."

5

"Open your mouth, Katherine," Tommy ordered.

Katherine didn't hesitate. She thrust her face forward, straining her mouth open as wide as she could, knowing she would be satisfied with whatever was put in there. She was a little disappointed to feel just something so small and insignificant placed on her tongue. She opened her eyes and swallowed, sit up straight again. "What was that? Drugs?"

Tommy laughed and nodded. "That's one word for it..."

Katherine shrugged her shoulders, standing up. "Cool. You gonna get me all high and shit then fuck me?"

Tommy glanced at Jack, who sat patiently to see what Tommy could create with his humble pills. Tommy looked back at the trashy whore standing in front of him. "Actually, I'm turning you into a trailer trash redneck slut. What do you think about that?"

Katherine's cocky smile faded. She eyes slowly grew wide. "What?"

"You heard me. In a few minutes, you'll be dumber than your own mother," Tommy explained, nodding at Tittybitch (formerly Cynthia Sanders).

Tittybitch giggled, "Wow! Dumber than me?" She giggled some more, making her fake titties bounce. Out of the corner of her eyes, Tittybitch saw a cock being offered to her over her shoulder. She didn't bother to look up to see who it belonged to, she rather just opened her slut mouth and took the huge member in her throat, giggling the whole time.

Jack looked on at the unfolding scene in front of him as Tittybitch blew him.

"I can't be dumber than her!" Katherine screamed, horrified that that moron sucking dick on the floor would be smarter than her soon.

"Well, bimbos at least go through school, they just fuck their way through it, offering favors for passing grades. Those trailer trash bitches are all dropouts, never even making it out of middle school. Isn't that right, Katherine?" Tommy smiled as he noticed her fishnet stockings had disappeared.

Katherine followed his gaze as looked down at the Daisy Dukes she now sported. Her bubble ass curved out of the bottoms of them, the cut-off denims' hem only covering half of each ass cheek. "This can't be happening..."

"I'm afraid it is, honey," Tommy said sympathetically, but smiling like a maniac.

Jack pulled Tittybitch's head up by a handful of her pretty blonde hair, "Tittybitch, tell your daughter how good a white trash slut she's going to be."

Tittybitch smiled with a cum-dripping mouth, smacked her lips and said, "Baby, you're, like, gonna be a totally awesome white trash slut. Mommy's proud of yo—Oophmmm!" Her speech was cut short by the huge cock she had been sucking on being shoved back down her throat.

Katherine's mind was reeling. "This is fucking bullshit!" she screamed as the pantyhose disappeared from her hand. Her black clothing was being replaced by denim and plaid. A tiny men's work shirt appeared on her body, tied up above her navel. "This ain't cool!" she yelled, then flinched at her accent. A slight southern drawl had found its way into her vocal cords. Everyone in the room laughed, even Tittybitch, but ended up coughing around the huge dick in her mouth. "Ya cain't do thee-is ta meh! Ah'm a smart wuman! Ah'm smart! Ah am! Ah am!"

Katherine's rage slowly calmed down as her eyes began to glaze over with stupidity. Her entire education was soon replaced with a lifetime of Jerry Springer, reruns of American Gladiators, and softcore porn.

When Tommy saw Katherine's dazed expression, he knew the transformation was complete. Katherine stood before them in her stringy Daisy Dukes and a dirty, mid-riff baring plaid shirt. Her huge floppy tits were practically falling out of the top of the neck line. Of course, trailer trash like Katherine could never afford implants, but she was blessed all her life with natural big juggs, making her a hit at the trailer park. Cheap heels appeared on her feet, and thrift store jewelry dangled from her ears and wrists. Her make-up was cheap and overdone, and her hair was burnt-out dyed blonde complete with trashy dark roots.

"How are you feeling, Katherine?"

Katherine looked at him and shrugged her shoulders, "Ah dunno." Katherine didn't know what was going on, but she knew that these two boys in the room were hot stuff. Ah wunder if they need a knobshine... She smiled to herself.

Jack grunted as he came in Tittybitch's eager mouth. Catching his breath, he looked up at the redneck slut her daughter had become. "So, what exactly are you now, Katherine?"

Katherine looked confused.

"Help us out here, Tom," Jack said, buttoning his pants. He noticed the disappointed look this got from Katherine. Tittybitch was busy licking all the leftover cum off her lips and slowing twirling a couple of fingers inside herself.

Tommy smiled at his creation. He was proud. "Katherine is now nothing but an uneducated trailer trash tramp."

Jack nodded, impressed, "Not bad." He looked up at the confused tramp, "Is that true, babe?"

Katherine shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, ah guess so."

"Can I get you anything, Katherine?" Tommy asked, ready to show off his creation.

Katherine thought about this for a moment. "Ah'd really like a beer and a cock..."

This brought laughter from the others in the room. Even the cum-gargling bimbo on the floor was classier than that. "Well, I don't think they have beer in the hospital—" Tommy began, but was interrupted by Jack, clutching his glowing stone.

"Actually, Katherine, you have a beer in your hand right now."

Tommy and Tittybitch looked at Katherine to see that this was in fact very true. Katherine looked in her hand to find a cheap bottle of beer in her hand. "Whoa..." she said stupidly, then took a messy swig of the alcohol, spilling it all over herself, staining her shirt. "Cool," she said, smiling at the others, "Now, how about tha-yat cock, big boy..." Katherine eyed Jack with lustfilled eyes. This was how she treated all the boys at the trailer park.

"Not so fast, my little southern beauty," Jack said, tossing his rock up in the air a few times. He snapped his attention at Tittybitch. It was time to show this loser just how far out of his league he was. "Tittybitch, that's your daughter, isn't it?"

Tittybitch looked a little worried. It was amazing how these girls knew when they were in trouble. It had become innate in their minds. No matter how distanced they became from their own personalities, they knew that these guys meant trouble for them. "I, like... I guess so..." Tittybitch didn't sound sure, but Jack was going to make her sure.

"Sure, she is. That dumb white trash bitch over there is your daughter. She a direct product of yourself. Surely she learned everything she knows from you..."

Tittybitch looked at Katherine, confused, but slowly understanding. Roots began to grow and darker along her scalp...

"In fact, you're an even more exaggerated piece of trailer trash than her. You came first. You're the queen of the trailer park..."

Tittybitch looked as if she was drifting into another world. As her eyes glazed over, a yellow string bikini began to form on her body. This was the standard uniform for a poor, lazy mother. Memories of sitting in a lawn chair outside her trailer wearing her bikini while she watched Katherine play in the inflatable kiddie pool began to form in her mind. Of course, she still didn't know who poor Katherine's father was...

"Your name isn't Tittybitch anymore though. It's back to Cynthia. Isn't that right, Tittybitch?"

Cynthia snapped out of her daze. "Who da fuck you callin' Tittybitch? Ma name's Cynthia."

Jack playfully put his hands up in apology. He laughed, "Sorry! I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

"Well, ah ain't no Tittybitch. Tha-yat's fer sure." Cynthia looked over at her daughter. Her pride and joy. Damn, that girl's got some big ol' tits on 'er. Jus' like 'er mama... "Hey, where'd ya git tha-yat beer?"

Katherine looked in her hand at the almost empty beer bottle. "Ah dunno, Ma. I jus' sorta started holdin' it."

Cynthia knew a lie when she heard it, "Don' be tellin' me no stories, girl. I don' wanna haffta whip you in front of all these sexy men. Though, ah'm sure they'd sure like ta see tha-yat..." Cynthia looked up at Jack as she said this last sentence.

"So," Jack said, "Katherine is your daughter?"

Cynthia nodded, "Yep. Sure is."

Jack looked around the room and whispered, "So, who's the father?"

Cynthia laughed and snatched the beer bottle out of her daughter's hands. She tossed the bottle back, sending the warm alcohol down her throat. "Fuck if ah know! Ma guess is it's that landlord ah owed money to that one time. Told 'em ah'd suck his johnson if he'd let it slide. He wanted a fuck though... Got me knocked up with 'ol Katty there." Cynthia finished off the bottle and tossed it behind her.

"You still fuck your landlord?" Tommy asked, getting interested.

Cynthia laughed, "Sumtimes. They use'ly ketch sight of Katty and want a run-around with her. She steel looks pretty young ah guess."

"So you don't fuck them?"

Cynthia snorted, "Course ah still fuck 'em. Ah'm a big-titted slut!" She cupped her mounds in her hands and gave her tits a little shake. Her bikini barely stayed on, her left nipple coming out over the top of one cup like a glorious sunrise. "Mah snatch is kinda loose though. Had one too many dicks in there at once ah guess... The boys use'ly fuck mah asshole instead. God only knows how much longer that thang'll be tight though..."

Oh my God... Tommy thought. We've turned her into the biggest whore I've ever seen. Tommy wouldn't admit that Jack had actually done all the work. All that mattered was what Cynthia had become. Jack thought back to Cynthia on that fateful day. That day he had stopped by. Cynthia had been so innocent. She pure. Happily married with two children. Her husband was off pimping out Cynthia's friends now. Jack had to get rid of him somehow. He had sent Joseph to a Sorority house. Jack had turned all the girls into Joseph's eighteen year old nymphet slaves. He figured it was the best he could do since turning his mother into a whore. But, damn, what a change he had caused. He thought again of Cynthia's warm, pleasant smile as she had opened the door that day. How polite she was—

"You wanna fuck ma asshole?"

Jack snapped back to attention at the blunt offer from Cynthia. He grinned and looked at Tommy. "I think Tommy over there would love to have a piece of you Cynthia."

Cynthia turned and looked at Tommy.

"Go ahead and pull that bikini down to your ankles and bend over in front of Tommy."

Cynthia stood up and did just that. Tommy was presented with an ass that just begged to be smacked and fucked. Cynthia was the type of girl that begged for it too.

"Spread your ass for him, your white trash whore."

Cynthia looked up, offended. "Don' call me no white trash whore, you basta—"

"Cynthia," Jack interrupted, "You love being treated like a white trash whore. In fact, you get off on being called such things."

Cynthia lost interest in what she was saying and spread her ass for Tommy. She showed him her asshole, all the while saying, "You like that asshole, baby? You wanna fuck this piece of trailer trash? Ah ain't got no schoolin' or nuthin'. Ah'm just a dumb, poor whore." She smiled as she said these things.

Tommy couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled his dick out and shoved it in Katherine's mother's ass. Katherine sat back and watched as her mom was buttfucked and calling herself all sorts of things.

"You like that Katherine?" Jack asked as he watched the show himself. "You're suddenly remembering everything aren't you?"

Something snapped in Katherine's brain. Her head twitched as she began to break out in a sweat.

"I want you to realize everything that's going on right now," Jack continued. "I want you know what you're watching—your mother begging like a dumb slut to get fucked in her ass—to get fucked in her ass because her pussy is too damn loose."

Suddenly, everything made sense to Katherine. Her brain came back to normal, like a retracting yo-yo.

"What do you think of what your mother has been turned into Katherine?" Jack asked as Cynthia snarled through her teeth to slap her "redneck ass". She foamed at the mouth for more dick. She wanted "more cocks" and wanted being polite about it. Katherine was horrified. "Do you like what you see Kath—"

In a blur, Jack soon found himself on the ground. Katherine had lunged at him, tackled him, and left him on his face. He looked up to see Katherine, red faced and out of breath, standing in the corner like a frightened dog. Jack laughed at the naive girl, "What do you think you're do...ing." Jack's smile faded as he realized that his hand was empty.

Katherine grinned, catching her breath and staring down the two men, clutching the magical stone in her hand for dear life.

6

"You guys are in trouble now," Katherine said. She was out of breath and scared to death.

Tommy stopped what he was doing and pushed Cynthia away. "Aw, cum on, man. Don' be leavin' me hot and horny like that!" she complained as she started rubbing her bulging, throbbing clit.

"Mom, I want you to turn back to normal," Katherine said, flinching as the stone unexpectedly felt hot in her hand.

Cynthia blinked and stopping rubbing herself. She looked around the room, her eyes revealing that she was now back to normal. "W-what's going on?" She was horrified by how her daughter looked, by what she was wearing. "Katherine, where did you get those clothes?" She looks like some white trash dropout, Cynthia thought.

Katherine kept her eyes on Tommy and Jack.

"She know how to use that thing, Jack?" Tommy asked, looking a little worried for the first time in years.

"Doesn't matter," Jack said, smiling but still not advancing, "You and I are immune. We create the bimbos. We don't become them."

Katherine looked down at her mother, who seemed to finally be noticing that she was naked, but thankfully not looking like the redneck whore she looked like moments ago. Katherine became a little teary eyed as she saw her mother naked as she normally would be. She never thought she'd find it wonderful to see her mother naked in her own natural body, but, nevertheless, it was. She got even more teary eyed as a plan popped into her head that she didn't entirely want to execute, but she knew that it was her best option right now.

She made a silent command in her head.

It was Jack that noticed the stone glowing.

"Hey..." he said cautiously, "What are you up to—?"

"Oh fuck—!"

Jack looked just in time to see Tommy get socked in the jaw by a much more muscular looking Cynthia Sanders. He fell backwards, unconscious, in the corner. Jack smiled at the cleverness of these two women just as the Amazon Cynthia that Katherine had created pounced on him.

He found himself falling into a bottomless pit of blackness. Then, he didn't remember anything.

* * *

Mmmm...

Ughrhhhrhh...

Heyyyy...

Jackkk...

"Jack!"

Jack found himself staring at the ceiling. Tommy's head hung in front of his point of view, calling his name. "Wake up! They're gone! Everything's gone!"

Jack sat up, suddenly not interested in the piercing headache he had at the moment. "What do you mean 'everything'?"

Tommy's face was pale. He was pacing back and forth in the empty hospital room, looking extremely worried. He stopped in his tracks at Jack's question. "Everything. The stone. My briefcase—"

"Shit," Jack muttered, very disappointed that their possessions have gone missing.

Tommy took a step closer to Jack, "Shit is right! My fucking briefcase is missing! Missing! I'm fucked!"

Jack tried his best to calm him, "It's cool, man. All we have to do is find them. How long do you think we've been out?"

Tommy sighed, looking out the window at the moon, "Not long... Like fifteen minutes."

"You see," Jack said, "They couldn't have gotten far. I doubt they're out of the hospital—"

"They are now!" Tommy had spotted the women. He pointed at their sprinting figures, heading through the parking lot and onto the main road. "Come on!"

* * *

"(pant...pant) Where exactly are we going, Mom? (pant...pant)"

Katherine tried her best to keep up with her mother. Cynthia had taken the stone since she had seen more of what it was capable of. Katherine was lugging the heavy briefcase full of Mental Pills a few feet behind her. "We need to get back to the police station, honey," she glanced at the stone in her hand as she ran, "This thing (puff...puff) doesn't work on them..."

"What about these?" Katherine asked desperately, hoping there was a reason for carrying this heavy thing.

"(pant...pant) Nope."

Katherine rolled her eyes at her mother, "Then why (puff...puff) are we carrying it around with us? Let's toss it into the river—!"

"We can't. (puff...puff) They're evidence. We need to give them to the police. That way they can find out what they are... (pant...pant) Where they came from..."

The city streets were filled up with people now; people experiencing the night life. Cynthia and Katherine weaved their way through couples holding hands, people walking dogs, and people just strolling on the sidewalk along the river. Cars rushed past them back and forth along the road, blinding the women with their bright headlights, but Cynthia and her daughter kept going.

Finally, they tired out.

"Stop!" Katherine begged. She didn't wait for a response. Instead, she stopped, setting the briefcase down, bent over with her hands on her knees and breathed in and out. Cynthia turned around and slowly walked back to Katherine. "(pant...pant...pant) I just... (puff...puff) need to catch my breath..."

Cynthia was sympathetic, but wished she didn't have to be. She stroked her daughters head, "Honey, we have to go. They could be coming after us right...now..."

Cynthia's voice trailed off as she spotted a car coming their way down the road. It was going unusually fast, then suddenly slammed on its breaks and started coasting (no...creeping) closer and closer towards them. "Katherine..." Cynthia whispered, too nervous and unsure of herself to speak forcefully. The car crept closer until it pulled up right next to them. It was black. Very black. Cynthia couldn't even see a reflection in it. The streetlights seemed to repel off of its surface.

The tinted drivers side window slowly rolled down to reveal Tommy's smiling face.

"Hello, ladies."

The passenger door flung open as a very upset Jack jumped out of the vehicle. "Give me my fucking stone back, you bitch!"

He was advancing on the women very quickly. Cynthia needed a plan and she needed one quickly.

That was when she spotted the couple walking away from them. The girl was looking over her shoulder at the confrontation with interest, but still clearly urging her boyfriend to walk away faster. Cynthia hated to do it, but she knew that this girl was her only hope.

She made a silent command and the stone glowed its response.

Suddenly, the nosy girl spun around with a pair of massive tits and an even bigger smile on her now make-up covered face. "Oh my gawd! I bet you have the biggest coooock!" She cooed and giggled obnoxiously as she dropped her boyfriend's hand and ran up to Jack. She hung off of his shoulders, almost dragging him to the ground. "Lemme suck it! Lemme suck it! Pleeeeease!"

Jack was amazed at what he had witnessed, but he still attempted his beeline toward his birthright.

He grabbed the girl's wrists, trying to push her off of him, but this girl was one horny bitch... "Get the fuck off me! Get off!"

"But I just wanna see it! I wanna taste it!"

This anonymous girl's boyfriend walked cautiously toward the commotion. "Beth?" he called, "Beth, what are you doing?"

Cynthia and Katherine continued to back up. Cynthia looked at the boyfriend and sighed again, as she knew what she had to do.

Katherine and Tommy watched in amazement as tits just as big as Beth's new tits grew on this boy's chest. He looked horrified at first, but by the time the platinum blonde hair sprouted from his hair scalp, his new girly mouth was watering for some cock. "Oh fuck! He does look like has a big dick! Lemme suck it first, Beth!"

One bimbo was hard enough, but two was too much. Jack was dragged to the ground by Beth and her now transsexual boyfriend, both fighting to be the first to wrap their slutty, puffy lips around his cock.

"Get these two freaks off of me! Goddamn it, Tommy, help me!"

"Come on, Katherine! Let's go!" Cynthia said as she and her daughter took off running down the road.

But Tommy kept very still. He sat in his car and watched from the window with a smile as he watched Cynthia and Katherine run away. He sighed a big sigh of relief as he exited the car. Just before Beth's boyfriend ripped open Jack's fly and tasted dick for the first time, Tommy grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him backwards.

Jack pushed Beth off of his lap and stood up, dusting himself off angrily. "What the fuck, man? You let them get away! Why'd you just sit there?"

Tommy smiled, "Because I didn't want to distract them from their own mistake..."

Jack just scoffed, "What the hell does that mean?"

Tommy grinned and looked over at the forgotten Mental Pills briefcase sitting on the sidewalk. Jack started to yell again, but stopped himself and muttered, "Oh."

"Let's get in the car," Tommy suggested, grabbing the briefcase and tossing it in the backseat.

"What about these two?" Jack said, gesturing at the two cock-hungry bimbos licking their lips at them.

"Leave 'em."

Jack and Tommy climbed back into the car and sped off after the escaped targets.

Beth turned to her boyfriend, "Let's go find cock somewhere else!"

"Yeah, like, totally!"

Beth smiled lovingly at her boyfriend, "This our best date ever!"

The two bimbos held hands again as they skipped down the sidewalk, asking every male they encountered on the way "just for a taste".

[Effrey]

7

Tommy and Jack sped down the lit up city streets. There were traveling away from the city now, so the glare on the windshield subsided as they headed into more dimly lit areas. Tommy kept calm in the driver's seat, his briefcase safe in the backseat. Jack was not as cool. He couldn't sit still. Tommy would tell him to calm down every now and again, but Jack would just give him an angry stare.

"This is so fucking not how I planned this to turn out!" Jack said, pounding his fist on the dashboard.

"Whoa, buddy," Tommy said, "Watch the car."

"I don't give a fuck about the car!" Jack yelled rudely, "I just want my fucking stone back!"

"Well, we have to find the ladies for that..."

"I know!"

"...and we have no idea where they went..."

Jack sighed, annoyed. "If you weren't here, none of this would have happened..." he muttered.

Tommy's ears perked up, "What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Are you blaming this on me?" Tommy was getting defensive now. He began to take pressure off of the accelerator.

"Everything was going fine!" Jack blurted. "Those two were in my hands! Then, you showed up and everything got out of hand. I mean, seriously—how can someone lose a stone with unlimited magical power?!"

Tommy snorted and smirked, "I guess that's a reflection of who's in charge of it."

Jack's face twisted into a scowl. "Stop this fucking car, now!"

Tommy didn't argue. He shrugged his shoulders and slammed on the brakes. A few horns honked as cars blew past the halted vehicle. Jack stormed out of the car and slammed the door back. As soon as Jack was completely out of the car, Tommy slammed on the gas. He sped off as Jack watched the red taillight disappear into the night.

He looked at his surrounds. He was next to a park. The streetlights here were dim. Traffic continued to pass, but the streets weren't dangerously devoid of other people.

Jack was alone and he had no idea where to go.

"Shit."

* * *

"Sh," Cynthia urged her daughter, who had rested her foot on a dry leaf. "Is that them?"

Katherine peered over the prickly bush and watched a man walk through the shadows with a small white animal attached to a leash. "No, it's just a guy walking his dog."

Cynthia let out a sigh of relief and stood up. She looked around the dark woods they were traveling along side of. They had passed through a park earlier and now found themselves at another road crossing. Trees surrounded them in the darkness. There was almost no light on this road.

"We have to find the police station," Cynthia stressed.

"What if they're waiting for us there?" Katherine worried, "What if they know exactly what we're planning to do? We'll be their slaves forever. We'll be forced to do those terrible perverted things—"

Cynthia cradled her daughter's face in her hands, "Katherine! Katherine." Katherine calmed down and looked into her mother's eyes. "We're going to get out of this. Remember..." she held up her hand, holding the stone, "He's powerless..."

Katherine smiled, feeling better, but her smiled quickly faded, "What if he had another?"

"I don't think he has another. He looked pretty upset back there."

This just made Katherine more scared, "But he's someone I don't want to make mad..."

"Katherine!" Cynthia repeated, gaining her daughter's attention yet again, and stated slowly: "I'm going to get us through this."

This time, Katherine seemed to believe her. "I'm sorry I left the briefcase, mom."

Cynthia just waved it off, "The another guy isn't really a threat to us. It's easier to avoid swallowing a pill than avoiding this thing..." She tossed the stone up and down in her hand, then looked up at Katherine with serious eyes, "I think it may be in our best interest to see how this thing works."

Katherine looked confused, "What are you talking about?"

Cynthia kept her eyes fixed on this stone. She hated the stone. Being in possession of it was like being locked in a closet with someone you hated. She couldn't just get rid of it though. She considered renting a safe box at a bank and stuffing it in there for now, but having control of it may prove useful if they find themselves in trouble. "If we have to use this thing, we need to be knowledgeable in it. We already know that it doesn't work on Jack or that other asshole... We need to know if it has any other limits or possibilities."

Katherine nodded, "But, how would we do that?"

Cynthia looked around at the strolling people around them, making Katherine's eyes grow wide, "Mom, no!"

Cynthia threw her hands in the air, "Well, how else can we test it?"

Katherine sighed and shut her eyes, "Just use me."

Cynthia couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Use you?"

"I mean, I know you're not going to leave me in any kind of vulnerable state," Katherine explained, "What do I have to be worried about it's just you using it. You'll undo everything...right?"

"If you're a good girl," Cynthia said dryly, looking at the stone, then raised her eyes at her daughter and smirked.

Katherine laughed and stood up. "Alright, give me your worst."

Cynthia stood up and pondered what they could learn from this test. "We know it can change physical stuff..."

Katherine spun around, "Can you take a few pounds off my butt?" She laughed at this.

Cynthia shrugged, "Why not? Stone: Take some pounds off of Katherine's butt."

The stone glowed it's usual glow as Katherine's backside shaped up into a perfect swimsuit model size, curves and all. "Holy shit! It's a miracle!" she laughed, "You don't have to change that back when we're done."

"Okay, we have to be serious now." Cynthia looked at her daughter, thinking of what was important to test out. "You're holding a gun." Suddenly, a gun appeared in Katherine's hand. "Why the hell didn't I think of that earlier?" she asked herself. "Okay, you're not holding a gun anymore..."

The gun disappeared, making Katherine pout. "That could be useful to have around, mom..."

"Later. Those things make me nervous." Cynthia thought again and smiled, "You love me more than anything in the world."

Nothing happened. The stone didn't glow.

"Feel anything?" Cynthia asked.

Katherine shook her head, "Nope. But, I already love you more than anything..."

Cynthia nodded, smiled, then went back into serious mode, "Okay, so it doesn't do anything if it's already true... Stone: Make Katherine forget English."

The stone glowed and Katherine's eyes grew wide. "Urhhhhh!" she yelled.

"Feel anything?" Cynthia asked, knowing the answer, but more interested in the response.

Katherine just looked at her mother, confused by the gibberish she was speaking. Katherine wanted to tell her mother that she couldn't understand a word she was saying, but all that came out was: "Errragghh... Bluuhhoorrabbb..."

"Huh," Cynthia mused, nodding, "Ok, you know English again."

Katherine shook her head, regaining her composure, "Wow, that was weird."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I just suddenly didn't know how to communicate to you. I didn't know any language. Do you think you can implant a new language in my head?"

"Dunno, let's try. Any preferences?"

Katherine thought for a moment, "Ummm... Let's try French."

Cynthia nodded, "Sounds good to me. Katherine, you now only speak French."

Katherine felt something click in her brain, then she looked at her mother.

Cynthia waited for something, "So? Say something."

"Ce qui? Que dites-vous, marman?" came the reply.

Cynthia was impressed. "Wow, this thing is good..."

"Je ne peux pas comprendre un mot que vous dites."

"Okay, you only speak English now."

Katherine again shook her head, clearing the cobwebs. "That was weird. It was like I had always spoken French, and I felt like you were supposed to know that."

Cynthia nodded, "So it actually rewrites reality."

"Yeah..."

"Katherine, you forgot to put on underwear this morning."

Katherine looked shocked by what her mother had just said, but as the stone's glow faded, her face became red. "Oh shit..." she whispered to herself.

"Something wrong, dear?" Cynthia asked.

Katherine just shook her head, but, being her mother, Cynthia knew she was lying. Cynthia smiled at her daughter seemed to fidget with her pants.

How the fuck could I forget to put on my panties, Katherine thought, scolding herself. She could feel the denim of her jeans rubbing against her bare clit.

"She forgets what I said after it becomes true..." Cynthia said to herself.

"What did you say, mom?"

"I said, You never wear panties.

Katherine looked shocked, like her mother how found out her secret, but she quickly relaxed, suddenly comfortable with the feeling of denim against bare skin. But, that's not all that happened. Katherine's jeans morphed into a short denim skirt, complete with a pair of heels on her feet where her sneakers used to be. Her T-shirt became a sexy green blouse showing plenty of cleavage. A fair amount of make-up appeared on Cynthia's daughter's face as well. When all the changes were complete, Katherine's body language changed to one of someone who was so comfortable in their body, they didn't care who say them. She stuck her chest out, keeping her feet separated so she could feel the breeze against her pussy.

"So what's next, mom?" she asked, sounding like she didn't have a care in the world.

"I left to much unsaid..." Cynthia admitted with wonder. She looked at the stone with fear, "It makes it's own changes if I don't include enough details..." She turned into the type of girl that wouldn't wear panties... she thought with amazement. Cynthia looked up at her daughter, "Are you wearing panties today, Katherine?"

Katherine just scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Come on, mom. Don't lecture me again on that shit. You know I hate panties."

Don't lecture me again on that shit...

Cynthia was shocked. She had never lectured her on such a thing, and Katherine most definitely did not use that kind of language around her.

"It's like you never even learned to wear panties..." Cynthia said out loud.

To her horror, Cynthia felt the stone heat up. "What the—"

That's when Cynthia felt her own clothes changing.

Her slacks became a mini-skirt, her blouse became a bikini top, her low heels became stiletto's, her hair became teased out and trashy, and, last of all, her panties vanished.

Her last thought was: Oh my God, I'm turning into the type of mother that wouldn't teach her daughter to...wear...pannnn...

Cynthia shook her head, looking at her trashy daughter. "Well, fuck... What were we doing again?"

"Well, you were being a fucking hypocrite, for one—"

"How so?" Cynthia asked defensively.

"You were getting all up on my shit about not wearing panties!"

Cynthia laughed, "What the fuck ever..." She lifted up her skirt, showing Katherine her bare snatch, "It's not like I've ever had any room to talk..."

Katherine just rolled her eyes.

"We need to get back to testing this rock thing out in case Jack comes back."

"FIne..." Katherine said, annoyed.

"Don't get an attitude with me or I'll do something you might now like?"

Katherine put her hands on her hips, "Yeah, like what?"

"Well, for starters I'd like to get rid of that smart-ass attitude of yours! Stone: Get make my daughter a dumb-ass!" Cynthia grinned, sure that she had taught her daughter a lesson.

Katherine looked furious at first, but that look dissolved into a look of pure apathy and ignorance.

"Got any smart comments to make now, dear?" Cynthia said, adjusting her tits were as far out as they could get without a nip-slip.

Katherine just crossed her arms, "You're a stupid head..."

Cynthia laughed at her dumb daughter, "Quick Katherine, what's 2 + 2?" Cynthia could barely hold back her laughter.

"Why don't you just shut-up," was Katherine's only response. She hated when her mom picked on her for being stupid. She couldn't help that just wasn't born with the brains for such higher thinking.

Cynthia lost interest in her dumb daughter and looked at her own breasts. "Hell, since I already got this thing, better put it to good use... Stone: Add a couple of cup sizes to my ta-tas."

Cynthia's tits expanded under her bikini until she was sporting a pair of fake EE fun-bags. Her top finally snapped, sending her juggs jiggling out into the open. Cynthia was a little annoyed at this, but then just shrugged and grabbed her daughter's hand. "Come on, darling. Mama needs a drink. Maybe then we can get to that police station."

"Is we done testing, mama?" Katherine asked with moronic eyes.

Cynthia nodded, "Yeah, I'd say we know this thing backwards and forwards. I dare those assholes to try to fuck with us now."

So, Cynthia and Katherine walked along the road, heading back toward town, in hunt of the first bar they could find. The wind kept Cynthia's tiny skirt suspended in air almost permanently, showing all the passing traffic her tattooed ass. A tiny butterfly was now imprinted on Cynthia's left ass cheek for all to see. Katherine just smiled as the wind whistled between her legs, making her pussy feel just wonderful.

* * *

"I'm finished... I had everything and I lost it. What kind of a fucking loser does a thing like that? Huh? Tell me? You ever seen someone worse off than me show up here?...Oh really? Well...I still feel like shit... Go ahead and pour me another..."

Jack sat at the bar with several shot glasses overturned beside him. A few locals played pool in the corner while some drunk women danced beside the jukebox.

He was feeling very depressed. At least the bartender was nice enough to listen to his misery. It was good therapy.

"I mean, I can't even get anything ri—" Jack began, but was cut off by the distracted bartender.

"Holy shit," he said, twisting a rag around the inside of a beer mug, "Those are some serious fucking sluts right there..."

Jack looked over his shoulder, not really interested, but still interested all the same.

What he saw made him smile for the first time in hours.

8

Jack kept his back turned.

It was a miracle. It was as if his stone had known where it belonged. like a lost dog finding it's way home. His stone had come home. It's possessor was now sitting down right beside him and ordering a drink.

The really weird part was how its possessor looked. Jack began to wonder if Tommy had gotten to them first...

"I want a beer, something light. You want anything, hun?" Cynthia asked her daughter.

Katherine just shook her head, not having the brainpower to narrow down a whole drink menu to one decision.

It was clear to Jack that Katherine was back to her dull, ignorance self, and Cynthia was back to the trashy, slutbag that he had turned her into so many times in the past. Jack glanced down at Cynthia's hands, which rested in her lap, careful not to show his face, and saw his precious rock in her grasp. He looked at the expression of pure apathy on Katherine's face and the look of irresponsibility on Cynthia's. The odds were definitely in his favor, which was why he chose to make himself known at that time.

"Howdy, ladies. Whatcho up to?" he asked in his best cowboy voice.

Cynthia looked annoyed at first, but then a look of shock took over. "You!" she hissed, clutching the stone tighter.

Jack waved his hand calmly in the air, "Now, now. Don't get all worked up... It's over..." Jack lowered his head in defeat, catching Cynthia's interest.

She calmed down and asked him what he meant.

"I mean, you won," he said, "You've beat me. You have my stone. Tommy has clearly made you his own... I give up."

Cynthia just creased her brow and shook her head, "What are you talking about? We stole your stupid rock and ran away. We haven't even seen that other guy since this idiot over here dropped his briefcase." Cynthia cocked her thumb at her embarrassing offspring, hardly gaining Katherine's chiseled attention span.

Jack was more confused than ever now. "So...why are you a slut, Cynthia?"

Cynthia scoffed, "Now, I may be more open-minded than most parents, but you don't have to go and call me a slut. I think I'm doing a damn good job of taking care of myself. I stole your rock, learned how to use it, and now I'm off to send your sorry ass to jail." As Cynthia end her sentence, it was punctuated with the bartender dropping a frozen mug of beer in front of her.

Jack was jumping up and down on the inside. They did this to themselves! he thought with pure glee. How perfect! "How did you learn to use my rock," he asked with genuine interest.

"Oh, I practiced on Katherine!" Jack and Cynthia looked at Katherine, who just smiled and waved, making Jack snort back laughter. Cynthia turned back to her tormentor and said simply, "She didn't mind."

Apparently you didn't either, he thought, fighting not to say it out loud. "Could show me how you use it?"

Cynthia squinted suspiciously at Jack, "You think you're gonna get this rock back don't you?" Jack smiled and shook his head innocently. Cynthia laughed and nodded, "Yeah, you do, you think that if you get me started with this thing, I'll mess something up and you'll get to have your way with me and my daughter again. Well, guess what, bucko? It ain't gonna happen! I'm the queen of this stone now. It's mine. I'm a fucking pro. Check this shit out..."

Cynthia turned around and looked at the bar, arousing excitement deep within Jack. "There," she said pointing to the women dancing by the jukebox. Some lame country song poured out of the speakers as they danced drunkenly, yet playfully, as their husbands or boyfriends played pool. "How about turn them into a couple of lipstick lesbians?"

"Sounds great to me!" Jack responded.

He looked on as the two women's dancing became more and more seductive. Their faces drifted closer and closer to each other. As their lips interlocked, memories of ever having a boyfriend disappeared from their heads as the two men playing pool were suddenly here alone. One guy nudged his friend and pointed with a grin to "check out the hot babes makin' out over there'. The two women collapsed on the floor, digging each other's hands into the crack of each other's asses. They felt each other up, squeezing their soft boobs for the first time, yet with expertise and passion. They licked each other's mouths and pawed at each other's clothes. Eventually, they stood up and ran off to the ladies room with their arms around each other's waist. Once they were inside the ladies room, they proceeded to eat each other out for the rest of the night.

"How's that?" Cynthia asked, proud of her work.

Jack nodded, "Pretty good, but not great."

Cynthia curled her lip, "Oh yeah? Well, how about I turn the bartender into a ditzy bimbo."

"The guy bartender?" Jack asked.

Cynthia smiled and nodded. That's when the bartender dropped the glass he was holding and looked down at his body. He was surprised to find a pair of EE tits jutting from his upper torso. His tiny waist made it hard for his blue jeans to stay up, but they too soon morphed into a pair of cut-off Daisy Dukes. A pair of pink heels appeared on his feet, accented by the fishnet stockings that weaved up his now skinny, shaven legs. His shirt disappeared completely, letting his fake tits hang proudly on display for all to see. The final touches snaked around his head as his hair exploded into blonde curls, heavy make-up painted his face, and his brain finally changed his mind forever about how sexy a big cock was—which he now decided was really sexy.

The female bartender giggled at the threesome at the bar and planted two pitchers of beer in front of them. "Just, like, drink as much as you want and stuff! I'm gonna go play with myself!"

The bartender made her way to the ladies room where she would be spotted by two very horny lesbos and raped to her delight for two hours.

"How's that?" Cynthia asked.

Jack shrugged, "At least we have free beer..."

Cynthia was getting frustrated, "Alright, how about Katherine has a pair of HH fucking silicone titties! You like that!?"

Katherine barely flinched as she tilted slowly forward due to her new top-heavy body until her plastic tits landed on the bar surface.

"How about that?!" Cynthia yelled, frustrated.

Jack took a gulp of beer and shrugged his shoulders again, "Nothing I've never seen before..."

Cynthia huffed and puffed and slammed the stone on the bartop. "Well, here! Show me how you can do better!"

Jack smiled and snatched the rock up, "How about you're a huge fucking moron that just lost her salvation..."

Cynthia realized what she had done just as she was turned into a "huge fucking moron". "Oh shiiiiiit..." Her eyes drooped as her arms fell limply at her sides and a line of drool fell from her hanging mouth.

Jack caught her before she toppled out of her chair. "Both of you are coming with me," he commanded, as Cynthia and Katherine got out of their seats and began to follow Jack out of the bar.

Just as he was about to reach the door, a familiar looking briefcase came swinging at his temple, swung by a person just out of his peripheral vision. Jack felt the world shimmer as he felt his head hit the ground.

"Actually, you girls are coming with me..." came the voice in the distance just as Jack blacked out.



to be continued...