This choice: The stone is in the reflection! • Go Back...Chapter #6Whew, Found the Stone by: Unknown You happen to see the glowing stone on a shelf on a wall next to a halfheartedly folded towel. You pick it up and then sit down to pee -- you figure he was holding the stone at some point, went into the bathroom, and put it down in some random location.
The liquid leaves you quickly, but you stay seated, contemplating what you’re going to do to him. But first, you say quietly, “I wish to know about any wishes made on this stone while I was asleep.”
The stone glows brighter briefly, but remains lit -- this apparently isn’t much of a reality change. However, you’re thrown for a loop; you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that his only wish was, “I wish this chick looked more like a porn star.”
You wipe yourself and stand up, deciding not to flush in case the noise wakes him up. You look at your gorgeous naked body in the mirror, and in a whisper, you say, “I wish I knew what changed as a result of the wish that I looked more like a porn star.”
The answer comes to you, and you’re stunned. You can hardly imagine it, but apparently you used to be cute and petite. That just doesn’t seem like you, though -- you put down the stone and run your hands over your curvy thighs and up to your narrow waist, then cup your DD-cup tits, tweaking a pierced nipple. The bee-stung lips, the permanently hairless pussy, the fact that your feet are only comfortable in high heels -- all things that seem like they’ve always been part of you, but yet your mind is telling you they were changes to reality created by his wish.
You pick the rock back up in a hand with long, manicured fingernails -- something else, you know, that you didn’t have until his wish. You say in a low voice, “I wish I knew what happened after I changed, specifically why it doesn’t seem that he noticed anything was wrong.”
Again, the rock flashes but keeps its dull glow. The answer, it seems, is that he was drunk enough not to fully be aware that you changed, and it helped that it was fairly dark in the room as well. And then you realize you know the details -- he played with your tits and managed to use your lips to get himself off in your mouth, but in his drunken state he was too drunk to get it up again, so he’d only fumbled around with his fingers.
You breathe a quick sigh of relief that you weren’t violated with his cock, or worse, in your pussy or your asshole. Of course, the situation still counts as rape, and he still needs to be punished -- but for now, while you're looking in the mirror, you just can’t wrap your mind around the wish he made and how much it apparently changed you into the voluptuous Asian you see. Finally, you say... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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