Michael did not have the world on a silver platter. He was overweight, wore glasses, a class clown, smart, didn't play football, freaky, and he had a face not even a mother could love (but she would lie and tell him how handsome he was anyway). In fact, if it weren't for his positive outlook on life he wouldn't have had anything. He stood about six feet tall, or very nearly so, wore normal glasses, and had thick curly brown hair that all the girls liked, but not enough to date him. But he was not bitter. He knew things, things about the class that no one else knew. Things he was going to change, slowly.
Mick, as most people called him in front of a teacher, knew magic. When he hadn't made the cut for the football team, or gotten into a school play, he decided to study magic. Over the past three years he had learned a lot about magic, and life, as one tends to learn a little of both in high school anyway. And while this was his senior year, and promised to be nothing but the same boring routine, Mick was going to make sure that it was one to remember. Four people, that was all he wanted. Four people, each with their own unique problem, that he had carefully chosen. They would not be punished, as such, though Mick did wish to see them suffer a bit, but they would be shown the error of their ways. That, at least, was Mick's rationalization for the whole thing.
It was a fundraising day for the Drama department. And while Mick had never actually been in a play, he had been behind the scenes of nearly all of them since his freshman year, and dearly loved his friends there. He sat behind his little stand and watched the rest of the room as people filed into the large cafeteria for lunch and other purchases. And then his first target entered.
Shelly Jacobs. A cheerleader. Mick liked her, had for quite sometime. In fact, most of the guys in the school did. She stood nearly six feet, had a toned and tanned body, a cute round ass, long red hair, and deep emerald eyes. In fact she was nearly perfect, except to herself. She lacked breasts. She wore a 36 A cup and kept her shirts loose to hide the fact. She was the first. She came in slowly, saying hi to friends and admirers. She had a good heart, and Mick wanted her to see that she really was beautiful, even without breasts. He waited patiently for her to come to his booth, as he knew she would.
"Hey, Mick," she said politely with a little wave.
"Hello, beautiful one, " Mick replied with a small grin.
Shelly blushed a little. She was used to compliments, got them all the time. But Mick was the only one who always sounded genuine in his remarks. She recovered and looked at Mick's wares.
Set out in a little display were tiny little gold charms. Some were unicorns, others were eagles; all of them were breath taking.
"These are beautiful, Mick. How did you make them?" Shelly said as she picked up one of the shimmering objects.
"Time and patience, Shell," Mick replied with the same grin. "When you don't have a date ever for five years, you get a lot of free time on your hands."
Shelly glared at his self jibe but quickly lost interest in being friendly as she looked over the table.
"I made one just for you, Shelly. Hang on," said Mick, reaching under the table. He pulled out a small box and opened it to reveal a tiny gold eagle on a gold chain.
Shelly gasped as Mick showed it to her.
"Mick, it's wonderful!" she cried as she took it gently from him.
She marvled at it for a moment, then asked, "How much?"
Mick just shook his head and smiled. "Consider it a gift for a friend, Shell."
She couldn't believe it, but Mick would not hear of taking money for it. Finally she agreed and put it on. It fit perfectly and looked wonderful against her blue shirt.
"Thank you, Mick," she said softly. And then, when no one was looking, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"By the way, Shell," Mick said before she left, "The charm is magic. It grants the wearer one wish. But be careful what you wish for."
Shelly just smiled and walked away. Mick had a strange sense of humor.
"One down."
Scanning the room once again, Mick saw his second choice. Joe Stone. He was a fairly big guy, standing at six three, and he had big muscles from working out for football and wrestling. Stunning good looks, a killer smile and straight, thick black hair. The girls swooned for him, and he was known as a gentleman because he never pushed a girl for sex. That, however, was for one very good reason. He had a horribly small penis. Barely even three inches fully erect, Joe had tried to hide his shame behind a facade of machismo and bravado. It had worked on everyone but Mick.
"Hey, Joe!" Mick called.
The big man looked at him and wandered over slowly.
"What do you want, freak?" Joe spat.
Mick just sighed and handed him a small package. (no pun intended)
Joe eyed it warily. "What's this?"
"A present, Joe. I want to bury the hatchet. It's our senior year. I don't care what's happened in the past, I just want to be friends. Consider this a peace offering. I heard you liked charms for your chains."
Indeed, Joe did like charms. Big charms for his big heavy gold chains he wore. But this was not big. It was small. He carefully undid the wrapping to find a tiny gold Ankh, ornately decorated with small roses and thorns.
Before Joe could say anything Mick whispered, "I also know about your roleplaying, Joe. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're a freak too."
Joe turned red and was ready to pound Mick's miserable face to mush, but he sighed and let it go. It was a nice Ankh, and he did enjoy his Vampire games. He glared at Mick, but then smiled quickly while no one was looking.
"Thanks, runt."
"Hey, Joe. I know it don't count for much, but make a wish on it. Who knows? Might even get what you want."
As Joe walked off, shooting Mick a strange look, Mick spotted his next pick. This guy had cool written all over him. Suave, sophisticated, and completely clueless about sex. Bo Davis. He was handsome enough, he was cool enough, but all he could do in sex was get himself off. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did, he could never get the woman off. It had ruined his rep. Some women had been so bored by his escapades that they had actually fallen alseep. Now, women only saw him as a sleezeball, just looking for the next score. As Mick knew he would, Bo slowly wandered over to his stand.
"Wow, man, these are dope!" Bo said, examining the tiny pieces of gold.
"Thanks, Bo. Want one? They're magic."
Bo lifted his shades, a rare thing.
"What?" he said, chuckling a little. "Get out man."
Mick shook his head, "No, they really are. They grant the owner one wish. Go ahead. Buy one and take it home and try it. What's the worst that could happen? It doesn't grant your wish. At least you still get a cool charm."
Bo thought for a minute, then pulled out a couple of bills.
"All right man, I'll give it a try. Damn, boy, you sure got some selling skills."
Bo walked off, only to get slapped by a woman he had hoped to try and sleep with.
The last one would wait. Mick knew her, and had a sort of crush on her. He knew her wish. He saw her come into the room. Heather Bergstrom. She stood about five feet four inches tall. She had mousey brown hair, and short stubby legs. She was overweight and she thought she was rather plain. Mick knew better. Heather had a good heart. He knew that she wanted the same thing as him. And he would wait to give her the wish. She needed to see what she had first. She would take time. Mick pretended to be packing up shop. He slowly started putting things away and counting money. Heather smiled as she saw him. He was the only guy in school who would talk to her. Not even the chess geeks liked her.
"Hiya, Mick," she said sweetly as she came over to him.
Mick pretended to be surprised. "Why, hello, Heather. You're looking lovely as usual."
Heather blushed. "You're just saying that."
Mick sighed, smiled, and shook his head. "No, I'm not," he continued before she could interrupt and tell him he was a liar. "And I was wondering what you were doing tonight?"
Heather nearly dropped her books in surprise. "Why?" she said, recovering her composure.
"Because," continued Mick, now finished packing, "I was hoping to take you out this evening and show you something."
Heather blushed again. "You want to take me out? What do you want to show me?"
"Something special." he replied. "A surprise. Can you meet me at the Bridge, say, six thirty tonight?"
"I-I- I, er... yes. I can be there. Sure Mick," she said, grinning like an idiot.
Mick smiled. "Good, I'll see you then. Bye for now."
He gave her a small kiss on the cheek before he left. He knew he was butt ugly, but he also knew that Heather thought she was ugly as well. She thought that no one could like her for her, that she needed good looks to find love. So the kiss, while reviling to anyone else, made her feel special. Mick whistled a merry tune on his way home. He knew things were coming along nicely. It was all falling into place now.
Shelly sat alone in her room. She had taken off all her clothes and was getting ready for bed. All her clothes, except the charm necklace that Mick had given her earlier. She really did love it. Though it was Thursday, she could have easily had a date, but she had decided to stay in. She was depressed, and horribly so. She sat staring at the stars. Her parents had gone to bed long ago and she knew she had all the privacy she needed. Slowly and quietly she lifted a loose floorboard from a spot underneath her bed and removed some magazines. She sighed as she ruffled through them. Hustler Busty Beauties, Score, Gent, Bust Out, all of them filled cover to cover with beautiful women all sporting enormous breasts. Tears slowly started to fall on the pages, as they had so many times before.
"It's not fair," she said, looking down at her naked chest. Two pert nipples protruded, but little else did. She was almost perfectly flat. "Why me? Why couldn't I have boobs like this?"
She looked at the cover of one of the magazines. "Super shapely ta-ta temptresses who kept growing and growing," it said.
"I wish my boobs would keep growing and growing. Maybe then I could get more guys to look at me."
She jumped a bit as she realized that her charm had gotten very warm suddenly. She took it off and sighed. "Magic, yeah right."
She set the necklace on her night stand, put her magazines away and went to sleep.
Meanwhile, across town, Joe was sitting next to a horny cheerleader.
"Come on, Joe. Size doesn't matter, really baby, c'mon!" she pleaded, rubbing his crotch.
But Joe was in no mood. He felt particularly small tonight. He was out with Carrie "the Cavern" Phillips. She had one time taken an enitre 18 inch dildo up her snatch. It was rumored that she still had room for two guys even after that. Joe had always liked her, she was easy and she had a great body, but now that he had his chance with her he felt a tad underendowed.
"No, baby, not tonight, I gotta headache." he mumbled as he kissed goodbye for the night.
She sighed, but relunctantly got out of his car and went up to her house. Next time, she thought. Next time he's mine.
Joe sped off, angry at himself and nature for giving him this cursed thing. A great body? no problem. Bulging pecs? No problem. A fantastic body? No problem. A pussy pleasing dick? Problem. He slammed his Porsche into fourth gear and sped out onto the highway.
"Damn it! I wish my cock was huge! I wish it would grow forever! Then I could fuck those goddamned bitches!" He didn't notice the warmth of his charm as he slammed another gear and cranked his Metallica....
"Magic? All right! Yee-ha!" Bo did a little dance at his house. His parents were out that evening, and he was going to enjoy his weekend. Unlike other people, he believed in magic. He figured if anyone knew it a freak like Mick would. He'd been thinking all day about his wish, and now he had it. But he wondered how long it would take to come true. Immediately? The next day? A week? He couldn't be sure, but he'd wait a day to see if it worked. No use in trying it tonight anyway. All the girls were already out on a date.
"Okay, listen up, magic charm, cause I gotta wish for you!" he started, holding the charm tightly in his hands. "I wish that no woman could resist me, that I was so sexy to women that they got horny just looking at me, and if they were to touch me they would cum like a firehose! You hear me, charm?"
The charm grew warm in his hands, and he nearly dropped it.
"Shit, yeah! Goddamn, I can't wait to try this at the dance tomorrow!"
He did another little dance, masturbated and went to bed.
"Oh, Mick," said Heather, holding his arm tightly. "That was wonderful! Dinner at Chez Pierre's! But why me Mick?"
The question had been building all night. He knew it was coming. The two had been to a wonderful romantic movie, dancing, and now dinner. They walked along together under the moon through a small, but pretty park.
"Because I think you're a wonderful person, Heather. You're great. You're smart, funny, great to be around. I've liked you for quite a while now."
Heather blushed at the comments, but shook her head. "Yes, but I'm fat and ugly. I don't know how you can stand to look at me."
Mick turned toward her, and looked deep into her eyes. She shied away, but Mick held her there until she looked back.
"It's too bad you can't see yourself as I do," he said softly. Heather blushed and shied away again, but Mick knew it was time.
"Remember I told you I had something I wanted to show you?"
Heather nodded slowly. Mick reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny gold unicorn charm.
"Mick, it's lovely," Heather marveled as he held it out in front of her.
"It's magic," he said.
Heather looked at him, about to make a comment, but she could see something in his eyes.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
Mick just nodded slowly.
Heather took the tiny animal and placed it around her neck.
"What does it do?"
"It grants one wish," he said. "Use it wisely. Remember you only get one."
Heather thought for a moment, and was about to make a wish, when she realized that she didn't want to waste it.
"But I don't know what to wish for," she said softly.
"That's okay. There's no rush. Take your time. You don't want to waste it."
The two walked back to Heather's house in silence. Mick kissed her goodnight and she wandered bewildered up to bed.
Shelly awoke early, six o'clock. She wanted to get to practice early to finish up some new routines she'd been working on. However, as she was washing in the shower, she noticed something. She had breasts. Real breasts. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Not large, only about a B cup, but they were there. She caressed them gently, sending tingles below decks. Her nipples stuck out a half inch, roughly the size of dimes. She giggled, giddy and bewildered at her new developments, but finished her shower quickly. She couldn't wait to show these things off.
Joe could not believe what he saw. His normal morning wood was barely visible through the blankets he slept in, but he could see this one. Seven inches long and as thick as four of his fingers. He marveled at it, touched it. It was real. He was stunned. He had no idea how it got there, but he didn't care. Tonight, he was gonna score.
The day went along normally for all involved, with little incident until around noon. That was when Shelly noticed it. She was sitting there in the lunch room eating a sandwich when her breasts suddenly tingled. It felt good, but it was odd. Then her shirt started feeling tight. Looking down she saw her breasts growing! She panicked. She ran to the bathroom as fast as she could and hid in one of the stalls. Slowly removing her shirt she saw that they were still growing! No more B-cups, they were now C and headed into D. However, soon enough, the growth subsided. She sighed a small sigh of relief and put her shirt back on. But now it was too tight. It showed off her assets more than she had anticipated. How would she explain this to her friends? What was she going to do? She hadn't had a bra to wear, so at least she didn't have to worry about that, but what if they started growing again? What if they didn't stop? What had caused them to grow in the first place? She gasped as she remembered the charm and her wish of last night. She smiled suddenly as she realized they were going to get bigger. Bigger than any of the other girls. Finally she could get laid. Finally she could steal boyfriends. Shelly couldn't wait until school was out.
Joe was enjoying his day. He had three women lined up for that night already. He was gonna score all weekend if he could help it. Five more by three o'clock for the next night, and six for Sunday. He couldn't wait, it was going to be the best weekend of his life. He'd left school early with Tina, a junior with big tits and an even bigger sexual appetite. Joe, like most men, loved big tits, and Tina had the biggest in school. A pair of EE cups that rested on a perfect blonde body. The two got back to Joe's place as fast as they could, and practically ripped each other's clothes off. Tina smiled as she knelt before Joe.
"And I thought the girls said you were small."
Joe just smiled as she started sucking it. He'd noticed that it looked bigger than this morning, but he passed it off as being half erect. He was really damn horny.
Tina took his member into his mouth. She worked it slow, up and down, until it was completely hard.
"Damn, boy, you're huge! You must be nearly twelve inches!"
Joe looked down. She was right. His member stood out proudly from his midsection, a foot long and nearly five inches around. It was huge.
"I can't wait to have him in me, Joe," said Tina in a sultry voice. She sucked it a bit more, and Joe threw his head back, moaning lightly. "I also want it between my tits."
Joe smiled, picked Tina up and threw her on the bed. He didn't care about foreplay. He wanted it now. He spread her legs and thrust deep inside her. She gasped lightly as his new prick stretched her.
"Careful, hon," she said. "I'm not that big down there."
Joe started pumping slowly, moving his hips and grinding against her ass and pussy. He reached forward and started sucking and playing with her tits as they bounced.
"Oh, God Joe! You must not have been all the way hard! It feels like you're getting bigger inside me!"
She moaned and started grinding back against Joe. He pumped harder, and faster, squeezing her nipples, sucking them with wild abandon.
"Bite 'em, Joe!" she screamed. "Bite 'em hard!"
Only to happy to oblige he bit down on one.
"OH God, yes! Harder, Joe! Fuck me harder! Bite my nipples! Suck my tits!" she cried. Joe pumped even harder and faster. He bit and pulled and twisted her thumb sized nipples, licking all around the areola.
"That's it Joe! Oh, God, yes! That feels so good! I"m gonna! I'm gonna cum!" she screamed. Tina thrashed around wildly in the throes of orgasm. Joe was about to pull out, but she wouldn't let him.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Again, make me cum again!"
Joe started pumping again, harder. He thrust deeper into her, playing more with her nipples and grabbing her tits. She moaned and thrashed about wildly, building to another orgasm. Then she screamed.
"Stop! Joe, pull out!"
Joe, surprised, and not really wanting to hurt her did as he was told.
"What's wrong? What did I do?" he asked.
She smiled softly. "It ain't your fault, you're just too big for me down there, big guy."
"What?" he said dumbfounded, but was even more shocked as he looked as his erect cock.
It was now about fourteen inches long, and six inches around. He just stared at it for a moment. It had gotten bigger inside of her. She smiled and patted his dick gently as it pounded the air.
"It looks like you need a little more loving," Tina said, grinning. She smashed her huge boobs together and made a lovely tunnel for him. "Why don't you try it in here?"
Joe igonored the growth then, and smiled, shoving his massive dick between her tits. It was soft and warm. He started pumping, and she licked the tip of his cock as it came up to her mouth.
"That feels so good, Joe, don't stop..."
Bo had left school early. All the women who had looked at him today instantly had stains in the crotch of their pants. His wish was working better than he hoped. He decided to start slowly. He took five of the prettiest girls home with him. They all drooled over him as he stripped slowly back at his place.
"See anything you like girls?" he said slyly.
They responded by moaning, getting naked and rubbing their crotches.
Bo smiled. "I think you'll be pleased with my service today."
He reached slowly over and just barely touched one of them. She screamed and a flood of pussy juice shot out of her snatch blowing Bo back on his ass.
"What the hell?!" he said as soon as he recovered. The girl looked half dazed at him, nearly collapsing.
"Oh my God!" one of the others screamed. "Do that to me! Make me cum, please?!"
She rushed forward and grabbed his dick but fell back as her cunt shot the same way the first girls did. She screamed and tried not to let go, but finally did, collapsing in a pool at Bo's feet.
Bo looked nervous. He'd made a mistake. This isn't what he wanted. He wasn't getting any. He decided to try, though. He motioned for another girl to come up to him. He didn't let her touch him but instead just rammed his erect penis into her. He was thrown back ten feet onto his bed as pussy juice exploded out of this one too. She screamed until the stream subsided and she too collapsed in a puddle on the floor. Bo sat up and rubbed his head. The other two girls had greedy dazed looks on their faces, puddles of their own forming just from looking at Bo. He was about to run when the door to his room swung open.
"Bo!" his mother bellowed. "What is going on in here? I heard a girl- oh!"
Bo felt like crying as he saw his own mother's crotch get moist through her pants.
"Oh shit," he said.
"Wow!" Steve said. "They're huge!"
Shelly smiled as she heard that. The two had gone to her room after school. She now stood before him, completely topless.
"You like them?" She said, coyly.
Steve nodded dumbly.
"You can touch them, you know, Steve. Go ahead."
Steve reached a trembling hand out toward her now DD sized tits. He gently squeezed her left one in his big hands. A current of sexual ecstasy ran down her spine to her pussy, making it wet. Her nipples were instantly hard. Now they were thumb sized and stuck out a good two inches.
"That feels good, Steve. Why don't you suck my nipples for a while?"
Steve leaned forward and latched on to them, sucking one and fondling the other. Shelly leaned back and enjoyed the new sensations her breasts brought her. They were so incredibly sensitive. She loved it. Soon she was moaning in ecstasy . She was nearing orgasm simply from having them sucked. But then, Steve stopped.
"What are you doing?!" she demanded angrily. "Why did you stop?!"
Steve only stared at her chest, not saying a word. She growled and looked down at her own tits. They were growing again, fast! Past DD now to E cup and gaining speed.
"Oh my God!" Shelly breathed as they neared sixty inches, and then passed it.
Steve finally came to his senses and got naked, sucking and fondling her growing breasts more. Shelly was about to protest, but it felt so good. She forgot about her predicament and simply enjoyed the sensations. Steve thrust his large penis deep inside her wet cunt. He fucked her hard, squeezing and sucking her tits and nipples as they grew. She instantly orgasmed, but Steve didn't stop. He fucked her harder and faster. Shelly slid into an hour long orgasm as he fucked her, breasts swelling all the time. Finally, he let loose an enormous amount of cum on her breasts and passed out. Her breasts had stopped growing. She was 80 inches around. Her areola were bigger than plates, and her nipples looked like seven inch dicks sticking out of her breasts. Her breasts had covered her crotch a while ago, so she had been tit fucked the same time she was cunt fucked. She couldn't believe her eyes! They were huge; spread out in front of her they looked like over inflated beach balls. She smiled, loving them, until a thought occurred to her. What if they didn't stop growing? She had to get ahold of Mick. He could fix this. He would know what to do. After all, it was his charm that had caused this...
Joe slowly rolled his fifth victim off of him. She lay half dazed with a stupid grin on her face. Joe got up and examined his problem. His penis was now 18 inches long, and nearly as big around as his wrist. He realized he could have real problems if it didn't stop growing. As if on cue it grew again, gaining another four inches in length and two in diameter. He had to stop this, but how? Wait, he thought. Mick had said that the charm he gave him was magic. Mick would be able to help him. But first just one more round of sex...
Bo hid behind some bushes as thirty women stampeded by him.
"Shit!" he said as they were all past. "What the hell am I gonna do? I can't get laid, I can't stay safe, and damn it, my mom wants me! Gag!"
He stood up slowly and looked around.
"There he is!" somebody cried.
"Oh fuck, man!" Bo yelled,and sprinted away.
He had to get help. This wasn't what he wanted at all. This sucked. He'd just wanted good sex and to be adored by women. He didn't want to be rampaged by sex crazed sluts. What was he going to do? Mick. That was it. Mick could help him. He would be able to get him out of this predicament.
He raced off as fast as he could to Mick's place.
Joe was the first to arrive. He pounded on Mick's door until he came downstairs and opened it.
"What's going on, Joe?" he said with a little grin.
"You gotta help me, runt. You weren't kidding, those things really worked!"
Mick just shook his head and smiled. "Come in, Joe. We've been expecting you."
Mick closed the door but stayed close to it. Joe wandered in and sat down on the couch. Soon, a woman of incredible beauty walked in the room. The bulge was obvious from his now 24 inch long dick.
"Hello, Joe," she said in a sultry voice. "It looks like you have a problem."
Joe stared, dumbfounded. The woman was hot! D-cup breasts, pert nipples, beautiful blue eyes, a tight round ass, all tucked neatly into a dropping V-neck red dress that hugged every part of her body. She laughed.
"I'll get to you when the rest of our guests arrive," she said, tossing a flock of her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder.
The doorbell rang.
Mick opened the door to see Shelly wearing a sheet and trying desperately to stand under the weight of her enormous breasts.
"Come in," Mick said before she could say anything.
He followed her into the living room.
"Bo won't be here for a while, Mick," said the beautiful woman. "Shall we start with these two?"
Mick smiled and nodded.
"What seems to be the trouble?" he asked.
Shelly was first. "Help me, MIck. My boobs won't stop growing! They're too big! Please, I can feel them starting again."
"No, help me first, Joe. My dick won't stop growing. You did this to me, you little snot, cause I'm so much better than you. You little jealous pussy!"
Mick laughed, as did the beautiful woman.
"Please, Mick, it's not funny," Shelly pleaded. "I can feel them growing again!"
Indeed they were. They were now well over 120 inches, and gaining all the time. Her areolae were bigger than truck tires, and her nipples were 18 inches long and were 12 inches around. Meanwhile, Joe's dick had gotten so big it ripped out of his jeans at the sight of Shelly's growing tits. It was now 30 inches long and as big around as his thigh, and getting bigger as he watched.
"You two were greedy, and blinded by your own jealousy," said the beautiful woman. "You didn't think about your wishes and didn't believe Mick because he was a freak and a loser. Now you are paying the price. I think we should leave them this way. What do you think, Mick?"
"Who are you, bitch?!" Joe demanded, trying not to pass out from his erection.
"Maybe you would know me better like this?" she said. And suddenly the women turned into Heather.
"You?!" the two cried together.
Heather smiled and returned to her other form.
"You'd better at least stop the growth, Heather," Mick said, walking over to her.
"All right," she sighed.
Slowly, the growth of the Shelly's breasts and Joe's dick stopped.
Shelly was mammoth. She was buried underneath her own breasts, and completely unable to stand from their weight. 260 inches around. Her nipples jutted out a full sixty inches and they were as big around as watermelons.
Joe, meanwhile, had a forty inch erection twice as big around as his leg. He fought to stay conscious.
"There, they've stopped."
"How did you get like that, Heather? You used to be so..." Shelly stopped, and blushed.
"Ugly?" Heather finished. "On the outside maybe, but not on the inside. I was a good person inside. But I never saw that. I thought that because I was fat and ugly I was worthless. But Mick made me feel special. He gave me a wish too."
"And you wished to be like that," said Joe, nearly passing out.
"No, actually I wished to see what Mick saw in me."
Mick smiled. "She wished more wisely then I thought. But the wishes are very literal. I saw her as an incredibly beautiful woman with some sort of magic power. So she is. I didn't expect that. But it's a welcome side effect." He turned toward Heather. "Now, what shall we do with them?"
Heather smiled and pondered for a moment. "Let's have some fun with them, shall we?"
Mick smiled and turned to them. "Alright, if you want to, Heather. I'm game. They need to be punished a bit for everything they've done to us over the years."
Instantly Joe's penis was rock hard, but he was fully conscious. It started growing again. Heather came over to him. "I'm gonna wear you down, boy," she said, licking up and down his shaft.
Shelly started crying as her breasts started growing again. This time though, they felt heavy and full. Mick went over and pinched an overlarge nip. Milk shot out in streams.
"This," he said getting naked, "Is going to be fun....."
The End?