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 CYNTHIA AND THE STONE by MrGrey

   Cynthia Sanders sat peacefully in her backyard underneath the sun.

   This time of year was her favorite.  Joseph were at school, Derek was at
work, and the weather was perfect for sunbathing.  Cynthia loved the life
of a house-mom.  She had no responsibilities between the hours of eight in
the morning to three in the afternoon.

   It was exactly noon now and the sun was pointed right overhead.

   Life couldn't get any better.

   She got up after about thirty minutes and went to fix lunch.  Her soap
operas would be coming on soon, so she fixed a light meal and sat on the
couch in her bikini.

   Just then, the doorbell rang.  She glanced up from her lunch wondering
who could be at her door in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday. 
Cynthia walked over to the front door and peered out the side window.

   It was Jack Robins from next door.  He was her son's best friend. 
Cynthia knew that he was always staring at her with his lust filled mind.
At sixteen years old, Cynthia was always sure to tease him a little bit. 
It made her feel kind of sexy when someone paid that much attention to her
chest.  Sure, 34C isn't amazingly huge, but it wasn't bad for a thirty-six
year old mother with a high school aged son.

   She opened the door, not bothering to cover up her bathing suit, to see
what he wanted, "Jack?"

   "Hi, Mrs.  Sanders.  How are you today?"

   She was a little weirded out by his stopping by, "I, uh, I'm
fine...Jack. Shouldn't you be in school right now?"

   He just laughed and nodded, "Oh yeah.  I took the day off.  Mom thinks
I'm sick and in bed right now.  She went off to work, so I thought I'd stop
by and see you!" He smiled at her, but it wasn't a warm smile.

   She couldn't quite figure it out, but she was sensing something wasn't
right with her young next-door neighbor.  "Well, Jack, maybe you should be
at home.  I don't think I could lie for you if your mom asks me if you came
over here." She started to close the door but was stopped by Jack's foot
being stomped in front of it.

   "It's okay, Mrs.  Sanders.  I promise." He shoved his way past her and
entered her house.  Jack had been over here many times, so she definitely
didn't have a problem with him over here, but, he was acting very peculiar.

   "Uh, okay, Jack.  What can I help you with?  Is something on your mind
or...what?" Turning around, Cynthia found Jack standing in her living
gazing at her with a hungry grin on his face.  "What is it Jack?"

   Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stone.  It was
bright red and sparkled when the sunlight hit it.  Cynthia immediately
found she was drawn to it, as she was being pulled inside it.  Her eyes
glazed over as her mouth slacked open.

   Then, Jack pulled it away and hid it behind his back.

   "J-Jack, what is that?  It's beautiful..." Cynthia almost missed it now
that it was out of her sight.  She desperately wanted to see it again.

   "It's a special jewel my grandfather left for me in his will."

   "A special jewel?  What makes it so special?" Cynthia asked, intrigued.

   "Well, Mrs.  Sanders.  It has a very interesting effect on the person
who holds it."

   He pulled it back out from behind his back and let Cynthia stare at it
once again.  She grinned and tilted her head to the side as she watched the
hypnotic rock sit in Jack's hand.  "What kind of effect...?" Her voice was
trailing off as if she were about to fall asleep at any moment.

   Jack stepped a little closer to her.  He leaned forward and motioned for
her to do the same.  She slowly stepped a little closer to him and leaned
forward, waiting for an answer.  Jack cupped his hand to the side of his
mouth and whispered, "It grants wishes." He stepped back and covered the
stone up with is hand.

   Cynthia snapped back to attention, shaking the cobwebs from her head,
"Wishes?" She laughed a bit at the childish thought.  But, she thought
she'd humor the boy, "What kind of wishes?"

   Jack turned his back to Cynthia and answered, "Oh, like...I wish you
would have the best orgasm your her life right now."

   Cynthia's smile quickly vanished and was replaced with a look of disgust
and disapproval.  She was about she shout at him to leave her house, but
something began to distract her.  Warmth was spreading throughout her
thighs and coursing it's way through her crotch.  She began to shake as her
eyes rolled back in her head.  She fell to her knees, eventually collapsing
on the ground.  Cynthia was now dry-humping the air as her teenaged
next-door neighbor watched, grinning.  She moaned and screamed as the
orgasm ripped though her.  When it was over, she was left a sweaty mess.

   Jack stepped over her and peered down at his best friend's mother,
"Pretty neat, huh?"

   Cynthia was out of breath, "Jac...Jack.  You...(huff huff)...what are
you doing..."

   "But why Mrs.  Sanders?  I can do anything I want with it.  Tell me
something you want!  I'll get it for you!"

   She began to regain her composure as she stood back up.  The front of
her bikini bottom was noticeably damp.  "No Jack.  You need to leave this
instant."

   Jack looked a little hurt by this.  "Well...I can change people with
this too!  And there's no limit to how many wishes I ask for neither! 
Like...ummm...I wish your tits would grow to a 36GG!"

   Cynthia gasped.  She knew what was coming.  Her skepticism had been
erased by her earth-shattering orgasm.  She a stirring in her chest as her
breasts began swelling.  Jack stood by, grinning, watching the show. 
Cynthia's bikini looked like it was shrinking against her growing breasts.
The material stretched to its limits before finally bursting off of her
body.  Her new tits came bouncing out and continued to grow.  Cynthia was
almost in tears as she watched her humble breasts grow into excessive
gigantic mounds.

   Then, finally it was over.  Cynthia stood there, dazed, topless, and
sporting a pair of enormous breasts.  "Jack...you...you have to change me
back!  I can't go around looking like this!"

   "Why not?"

   Cynthia was losing patience and her sanity, "Because I'm a mother!  I
look like a...like a...a pornstar!"

   Jack was a little disappointed, "Well, I figured you'd like them.  Maybe
I can wish something that would change your mind..."

   "No!  Don't wish anything else!  In fact, give me the stone.  You're too
dangerous with it." She stuck her hand out for Jack to place the stone, but
it seemed that he had other plans.  He took a step backwards.

   "I'm not dangerous.  I'm just trying to have a little fun..."

   Cynthia was getting angry, "A little fun?!  This is my life you're
messing with, young man!  Now give me the stone and you can show yourself
out!" That familiar "angry mother" look filled her eyes, showing Jack that
she meant business.

   But, this only motivated Jack even further, "I don't think you're being
very grateful with the opportunities you're being offered here Mrs. 
Sanders.  Most women would be proud to have a pair of 36GG tits.  Aren't
you proud?"

   "No!  I'm embarrassed to have a pair of 36GG ti-- er, breasts...  Now
give me the stone so I can wish them back!"

   Jack gripped the stone harder and smiled, "I think you need some more
convincing.  How about...  I wish..."

   Cynthia's eyes grew wide, "No!  No more wishing!"

   "I wish you had a very vulgar vocabulary!"

   Cynthia stopped, "What the fuck...?" She started to ask why he would
wish something like that, but was surprised by what came out of her mouth.
"How did you fucking do that?  (GASP!) You little fucker!  How did you
change my goddamn words?  I can't stop saying this shit!"

   Jack couldn't stop laughing, "This should make your home life
interesting." He laughed and laughed at the confused woman in front of him.

   She began walking toward him, "Give me the fucking stone, you dumb
bastard.  I need to fix this shit!  My titties are fucking huge and now I
can't stop talking like a foul-mouthed little bitch!"

   She began to reach for the stone.  Jack backed away from her, "Watch
your mouth, Mrs.  Sanders.  You wouldn't want to make me mad would you?"

   Cynthia could only stare at him in disbelief, "Is that a fucking
threat?"

   "It's whatever you want to take it as Mrs.  Sanders.  I'm just reminding
you whose in charge here." Jack tossed the stone up and down, catching it
in his hand like a baseball.  "You know, I've always liked Asian women..."

   Cynthia's eyes took on a look of fear and confusion, "What do you
mean--?"

   "I just think you'd be really sexy as a...  an Asian hooker!"

   Cynthia pleaded, "No!  You can't do this!"

   "I wish Cynthia would turn into an Asian hooker!" Jack yelled, anxiously
waiting for results.

   Cynthia stared at Jack in disbelief.  Then, she noticed her hair, which
was hanging in her face.  It had turned jet black.  Looking at her hands,
she saw her skin getting slightly darker and slimmer.  What she couldn't
see was her face getting smoother and her eyes slanting.

   "I doubt you'll be able to speak very good English anymore, Mrs. 
Sanders." Jack said smiling.

   Cynthia looked up, confused, "Me no Asian!  Me American!"

   "Doesn't sound like it to me..."

   "Me Cynthia...  Cynthia no Asian whore!  Me...  Me..." Suddenly
Cynthia's eyes glazed over and took on a spacey look, then she shook her
and smiled, "Me so horny, Jack!  Me so horny...  You wan fuck?  Five dolla!
Me sucky-sucky." Cynthia shook her hips seductively, trying to sell herself
to her teenage neighbor.

   "Five dollars, huh?" Jack asked, humoring her.

   "Got that right...  Me love you long time.  Me gots big tits.  See?"
Cynthia then yanked her top down, letting her tits come bouncing out.  "Big
titties.  Me big titty whore.  Me--"

   "I wish Cynthia would turn back to normal." Jack said, interrupting her.

   Cynthia's body reverted back to her normal self.  Her brain regained its
normal state of mind.  Her hair became brown again.  She staggered a bit at
the transformation and fell backwards, landing on her ass.  Her tits were
still hanging out, and she tried to cover them up with her arms.  She was
out of breath and looking at Jack with hatred, "You...  (gasp)...can't do
this anymore.  Leave!  Leave!"

   "Calm down, Cynthia--"

   "Don't call me Cynthia!  You call me Mrs.  Sanders.  Show some respect!"

   Jack was a little surprised by this outburst.  Clearly Cynthia hasn't
learned who's in charge.  "Alright, just for that, I wish that from now on
you'd prefer to be called Titty Bitch."

   Cynthia flinched at this, then relaxed.

   "Now, Cynthia--"

   "That's Titty Bitch to you, you bastard," she said matter-of-factly.

   Jack snickered a bit, "Sorry, Titty Bitch...  Now, what shall we do with
you next...?" Jack contemplated this for a moment.

   "Do with me?" Cynthia still couldn't believe all this was actually
happening.  "I'm not some toy for you to play with!"

   "Well, you're definitely entertaining me this afternoon though, Mrs. 
Sanders--"

   "Titty Bitch!"

   "--sorry, Titty Bitch.  I'm just not ready to stop yet.  Is this really
upsetting you that much?"

   "Yes, very much so!"

   Jack had an idea and grinned, "Well, I can take care of that.  I wish
that you would be turned on at the thought of being manipulated and
transformed against your will!"

   "No, no, no--!" It was too late.  Cynthia stopped her protesting and
calmed down.  She stared at the stone, feeling her pussy moisten just
thinking about what it was capable of.  She could only imagine the things
it could do to her...and there was nothing she could do about it.  And it
was so arousing to her.  "Oh, Jack..." she said, lamely trying to sound
helpless, "I just don't know what to do!  You have all this power with that
stone and I can only sit here and endure the torment!  Oh!  It's just too
much for a woman to take!" She was a really bad liar, but she was hoping
that this would entice Jack to use the stone some more.  "Whatever you do,
Jack, don't change me anymore with that powerful stone of yours.  Please,
oh please..." Inside, she wondered what wonderful things Jack would do to
her...

   She definitely wouldn't win an Academy Award, Jack thought.  "Ok, Mrs.
S--, er...Titty Bitch, you're pleas aren't going to help you."

   Cynthia smiled, accidentally, then quickly fought it away.  "Oh please
no..."

   "I wish were the neighborhood slut."

   Cynthia wasn't expecting to hear this.  She didn't know what to expect.
Suddenly, she didn't see the need in covering her tits anymore and dropped
her arms.  She stuck them out, not really understanding why she was doing
this.  Then, she got a good look at Jack.  I bet I could show him a thing
or two in the sack, she thought, then flinched at her thoughts.  This isn't
like me at all!  I never fuck the sexy boys next door...well, unless if I'm
REALLY horny, then it's ok...right?  Oh what the hell, my pussy's wet
enough...  "Oh Jack," she said, seductively strutting up to him.  "You
don't mind if I walk around with my big tits--, umm...(giggle),
sorry...breasts...hanging out do you?"

   Jack looked at her, amused, "Of course not, Mrs.  Sanders..."

   She giggled and patted his shoulder playfully, "Oh Jack, call me Titty
Bitch, everyone else does!" With that said she scooted down on her knees,
"You don't mind if I come down here do you?" She said with a naughty hint
in her words.

   "Not at all, Titty Bitch..." He sat and watched as his best friend's mom
unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.  Of course, it was already
hard.

   She wrapped her hand around it, cooing to herself, "It's so big, Jack.
You should really come by more often." She giggled again before engulfed
his cock and slurping up and down on it.  Pulling it back out of her mouth,
she lowered down to his balls and began licking his sack.  "I just love
licking balls, Jack.  Anyone's!"

   "You really are a slut, Titty Bitch." It felt so good to say this out
loud, to her face.

   But, Cynthia Sanders only looked up and said, "its just cause you have
that stone.  Nothing makes me hornier than someone fucking with my head..."
Of course, this was only true because of the wish he had made earlier, but
she didn't know this.

   "You like someone fucking with your head huh?"

   "Oh yeah...  Just do anything you want to me!" She said this, then went
back to sucking his cock, all with a smile on her face.

   Jack tried to think of something else he could do to her.  "How smart
are you, Titty Bitch?"

   She looked up, "As smart as anyone I guess.  I graduated with honors
from my university.  I just couldn't really get a career going because of
Joseph being born.  Why?"

   "Oh nothing, just that...I wish that you'd get dumber and dumber the
more you suck my cock!"

   Cynthia wasn't really sure what to expect from this, but it sounded
exciting!  She kind of liked the idea of turning into an airheaded bimbo.
All she had to do was suck his dick, and that's just what she did.  She
bobbed her head up and down faster than ever, waiting for the wish to start
taking effect.

   Then, she began to feel it.  Her head was fogging up.  Ooooo...this is
kinda nice, thought dreamily.  She moaned and grunted as she sucked harder
and faster.  She could feel all her worries fading away.  Her moans slowly
faded into girlish giggles and breathy gasps.  She soon forgot just what
was going on, and just focused on sucking the cock in front of her.  She
soon realized she'd forgotten just whose cock is was that she was sucking
on.  Glancing up, she saw Jack and smiled stupidly.  "Like, hi Jack!  I'm
totally sucking your cock!" Her voice was much higher and bimbo sounding.
Jack only nodded and pushed her head back down on his dick, to which she
giggled and shook her head side to side, shoving the cock deeper in her
throat.

   Cynthia's brain was simplifying more and more.  She lost track of just
how dumb she was getting and sat happily on her knees, no longer capable of
complex thoughts.

   Suddenly, Jack's cock exploded in her mouth, finalizing her descent into
stupidity.  Cynthia fell backwards, giggling and swallowing all the cum in
her mouth.  "Wow!  That was totally fun!  Can we do it again?!"

   "Not right now, Titty Bitch.  I think I want to make some more changes
in you."

   "Oh goodie!  Titty Bitch is gonna be even sexier!"

   "You got that right.  I wish your hair was blonde."

   Cynthia's hair quickly brighten and topped off her head with an "I'm not
too bright" look to it.  She giggled and began twirling her hair with her
finger.

   "I wish you wore more make-up!"

   Cynthia's face exploded in a rainbow of colors.  Bright blue eye shadow
covered her eyelids, bright pink lipstick decorated her mouth, and her eyes
were lined with black eyeliner.

   "Much better, Titty Fuck.  Now, I wish you had even bigger tits and a
bigger ass!"

   Cynthia looked down happily and watched as her chest grew to a JJ cup
and looked around to watch her ass expand to a nice round shape, perfect
for grabbing.  She giggled, "This is fun!"

   "Now, bend over the couch, Titty Bitch."

   She smiled and stood up, "Yes sir..." Bending over, she stuck her ass
out as far as possible and waited.  "Am I gonna, like, get a spanki--EEP!"
Her words were cut short as Jack plunged his cock in her wet pussy. 
Reaching around her, her rubbed her clit through her public hair.

   This gave Jack another idea, "I wish you didn't grow public hair." He
felt her hair shorten, then disappear to smooth skin.  "Much better."

   He pounded her from behind.  This was a dream come true for him.  He'd
been wanting to fuck his neighbor since he ever laid eyes on her.  Now, he
had her.  She giggled, screamed, giggled, moaned...  Cynthia Sanders had
been transformed from a conservative house-mom to a walking bimbo wet
dream.

   He felt her clinching up as an orgasm built up inside her.  Cynthia
broke out in a wet as she began screaming, "Oooo!  I'm, like, totally
cumming now!  Totally cumming!  Totally, like...Ughhhhh!"

   She slumped down across the back of the couch while Jack continued
fucking her limp body.  She laid there like a drunk college slut while she
got fucked.  Jack tightened his grip as his own orgasm ripped through him.
He pulled his cock out and sprayed his load all over Mrs.  Sanders back and
round ass.

   He backed up and sat down, out of breath.  Cynthia straightened up, her
blonde hair a slutty mess.  She grinned dopily.  "How was that, Jack?"

   He could only nod and give her a "thumbs-up" as he caught his breath.

   Looking up at the clock, he saw that school would be let out soon.  He
figured he should change her back to normal, and then erase her memory of
anything that happened today.  He'd just let her come up with her own
explanation for why she was covered in cum.

   Without thinking first, he said, "I wish everything was normal..."

   But, the stone did not interpret this in the same way as Jack was. 
Making this wish changed all of reality, making this new Cynthia, or Titty
Bitch, the normal Cynthia.  Her family, life, and everything else, changed
to make this lifestyle for Cynthia the normal one.

   And Cynthia changed with it.

   "Like, what do you mean normal?" she said, walking naked towards the
kitchen.

   "Er...uh..." Jack couldn't figure out why she was still like this. 
Then, her son came walking though the front door.

   "Like, hi Joseph!  How was school?"

   "Fine Titty Bitch," he said, not even reacting to the sight of his mom
and best friend sitting in his living room in a sweaty, sexy mess.  "I got
a D on an Algebra test."

   Titty Bitch's face lit up, "That's, like, totally good!  You're so much
smarter than me...  You make me so, like, proud and stuff!"

   Joseph just shrugged his shoulder's, "Whatever." He looked over to Jack
and waved, "What's up, dude?"

   Jack waved back nervously, wondering what's going on, "Uh...hi..."

   "Hey, when you get done fucking my mom, you should come upstairs.  I got
this kick ass new game..."

   Jack faked a smile, "Oh right...cool.  Yeah, I'll do that..." What the
fuck!  Jack thought.  He watched Titty Bitch start to cook dinner, which to
her was a microwavable TV dinner.  He looked at the microwave and saw a
Post-It note stuck on top saying, "Push 2, then push 0 twice, then push
START.  Be sure to close the microwave door!"

   It was directions to work a microwave.

   Then, Jack realized what he had done.  And after realizing what he had
done, a big smile crossed his face.

   "Cool." He said out loud, and then went upstairs to hang out with his
best friend.
   THE END