The Stone: From Cynthia to Katherine

[Rat Bastard]

Back in October 2003 I felt inspired to write a short continuation to MrGrey's "Cynthia and the Stone", which picked up directly after the original left off. I played around with the idea of unintended consequences spiraling out of control and ended it with a sort of restart, setting Jack up to become a nastier, hornier mind/body controller than before.

I never polished it to the extent that I felt right about contacting MrGrey for permission to post it publically - but now that he has created this part of the forum for just that purpose, I went ahead and dug it out. It's still not very polished, but I guess it's good enough for now.


CYNTHIA AND THE STONE II

"Things fall apart, the center cannot hold"


Two hours later, Jack and Joseph came downstairs again to watch some TV. They found Titty Bitch in the living room, sitting on the couch. The stupid slut was masturbating intently, driving two fingers of her right hand rapidly in and out of her dripping, hairless cunt, while her left hand pulled at her large, erect nipples and squeezed her monumental tits. A cute little frown of concentration was on her face, the tip of her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth and occasionally traveling to the other corner, slowly licking her thick, painted lips.

"Get off the couch, Titty Bitch," Joseph said curtly. "We're gonna watch a show." His tone wasn't unfriendly, but it was clear that he was used to ordering the dumb fucktoy around.

"Like, sure thing, Hon!" Titty Bitch gushed. She jumped up, which sent her huge tits bouncing. She absent-mindedly sucked on the wet fingers she had just pulled from her cunt.

Joseph plopped down in the vacated seat without paying any further attention, but Jack was mesmerized by the incredible jiggling of those giant mams he had given his formerly C-cupped (and formerly intelligent) neighbor. Joseph had to call him three times, before Jack reacted and sat down next to him.

"Sheesh, man, you gotta get over mom's gazongas," said Joseph. "I mean, you see them all the time - she's the neighborhood slut, after all."

"Uh... Yeah, right!" said Jack. In this new reality, Titty Bitch had probably fucked him and anybody else who wanted her countless times - too bad that he didn't have the memories of that. "But they're still great."

"Yeah, whatever."

Titty Bitch stood in front of Joseph and pouted. She pushed her round, perky JJ's out at him and asked, "Don't you like my big titties, Joseph? You always loved to, like, suck on them as a baby. Oooooh, *giggle*, please suckle on Titty Bitch's big, slutty boobies again!" She smothered his face with said big, slutty boobies.

Joseph sighed and pushed her away. "Not now, Titty Bitch! I told you I wanted to watch this show!"

Titty Bitch looked about to cry, cradling her tits and stroking them, as if she had to soothe them over the rejection. But then she brightened up suddenly and walked over to Jack. "You want my big bimbo-titties, right, Jack! You can, like, have them, whenever you, like, want!" Again she thrust out her greatest assets.

Jack couldn't resist the juicy knockers that were dangling before his face. He let Titty Bitch straddle his legs on the couch and buried his face in her cleavage, while groping and squeezing her massive mounds with both hands. His fingers sank into the soft expanse of her tits, kneading them like dough and stroking them all over.

Titty Bitch moaned happily at the treatment, and when he started sucking on her nipples, she orgasmed loudly with a squeal. "Oh, Jack..." she sighed. "You sucked me - now I wanna suck you." Without waiting for a reply, she slid off the couch and dropped to her knees between his legs. With the deftness of long practice, she fished out his cock and started sucking on it with gusto.

Jack threw back his head and groaned in appreciation. Ever since he had turned her into the neighborhood slut, she had been able to suck like a pro - although she was the definition of an "amateur", namely someone who does it for the love of doing it, not for pay. The grip of her thick, painted cock-sucker lips and the hungry swirling of her tongue lifted Jack to fellatio heaven. Titty Bitch might no longer be able to count or read beyond the second grade level, but in this she was a genius. He closed his eyes, grabbed her bobbing head and ran his fingers through her bimbo-blonde hair. Thus he couldn't see her eyes becoming more glazed and vacant by the second, as she sucked on his cock. Not even when she slipped his cock out of her mouth for a moment to say, "Titty Bitch good slut! Love sucky-sucky!" in broken, ungrammatical speech patterns, did he notice what was happening. Only after he had finally shot his load down her eagerly gulping throat did he look down at her and saw the almost mindless mask of utter stupidity staring back up at him.

"What? Cyn- I mean, Titty Bitch, what's up with you?" Jack asked, getting only a vacant stare in reply. "Are you all right? Say something!"

"Unnnnh... Guuuh?" The only thing coming from Titty Bitch's mouth were unintelligible half-syllables. A drop of sperm-laced drool ran down her chin.

"Dude, what're you asking her for?" said Joseph, looking over at them from the TV show he'd been watching. "You know the bitch is far too stupid to speak human language. She can understand a little, if you use simple words and speak slowly, but mostly she only reacts to the commands she's been trained to recognize. Here, Titty Bitch! Heel!"

Titty Bitch's head shot up at the familiar command, and she crawled over to her son on all fours, dragging her tits on the ground, a happy smile on her face. She preened, when he patted her head.

"Good girl, Titty Bitch. Now Suck!" commanded Joseph, opening his fly and pointing at his cock. Titty Bitch complied instantly, engulfing her son's penis in her drooling mouth.

It took Jack some time to understand the sudden change, but then it became clear to him. Earlier he had wished that Titty Bitch would get dumber while sucking on his cock - and he had never cancelled the wish. And his last wish had made all previous effects "normal", so now it was normal for Titty Bitch to be too stupid to speak like a human - or, apparently, walk upright. He looked into the kitchen, and there were no "bimbo instructions" taped to the microwave anymore. Instead he found a bowl with the remains of a TV dinner in it, sitting on the floor. Obviously this was how Titty Bitch ate, now.

Jack had to laugh at the mental picture of Cynthia Sanders, the sexy tease of a neighbor, on all fours, eating from a bowl. It was so funny, he just had to play with that idea a little. Reaching into his pocket for the stone, he whispered, "I wish that Titty Bitch barked and behaved like a dog, and was treated like a family pet." It was only a small step from the way she was treated now, after all, and making her bark like a dog would make her predicament that much funnier.

"Woof, Arf, Arf!" Titty Bitch's voice came from the living room.

"Yes, good dog," Jack heard Joseph say, "But now you've got to let me watch this show. Here, I'll let you out."

Jack stepped back into the living room in time to see Titty Bitch crawl out into the garden, where a new dog house with her name on it stood. He laughed at the sight. It reminded him of people making fools of themselves during stage hypnotist shows, where they were told to behave like animals. He wondered what other fun changes he could make, before restoring Cynthia to normal - or at least to Titty Bitch, the bimbo slut she had been when he went upstairs with Joseph.

"What's so funny?" asked Joseph, puzzled.

"Uh, nothing, really," said Jack quickly. Of course it would be normal for Joseph and his father to see Titty Bitch behaving like a dog. They wouldn't see anything funny in it, because they didn't remember her when she was still a normal, intelligent person.

"Well, then let's finish watching the show," said Joseph a little impatiently.

[Rat Bastard]

And so they did. The sitcom they were watching kept Jack's attention for the next 40 minutes, until loud barking from the back yard disturbed them again. Curiously, it sounded like two dogs barking.

"Aw, no!" said Joseph. "Not again." He stood up with a sigh.

Jack was puzzled, but he guessed that whatever was going on was something that happened often in the changed reality. He followed Joseph to the back door and out into the garden. What he saw there made him freeze on the spot.

Cynthia Sanders, called Titty Bitch, was crouched on all fours in the middle of the lawn, barking her bimbo head off - and she was doing so, because a large german shepherd dog was on top of her, fucking her madly. The dog's forepaws gripped her around the torso and his hind legs stood on the ground between her kneeling legs. He was hammering his pelvis against her in a lightning-fast rythm, pushing a large, shiny, red cock all the way into her cunt with every thrust. The drool from his panting muzzle dribbled onto her back and neck.

All the blood drained from Jack's face and he felt faint. Suddenly, using the stone to toy with his sexy, teasing neighbor wasn't funny anymore. He thought he had just had a little fun at Cynthia's expense, making her act like a dog, sort of like a volunteer in a hypnotist show - but now the joke had gone far beyond what he imagined could happen and ceased to be a joke at all. Once again a careless wish had entailed unintended consequences - and while the first one had left him with a smile at Titty Bitch's new life as a bimbo slut, this one only left him with horrible feelings of guilt. He had never intended to degrade Cynthia this far.

He was torn from his stupor, when a stream of water hit the two fuckers, making them howl in protest.

"Honestly," said Joseph, who was holding the garden hose, "It sucks to have the neighborhood bitch for a mother. She's permanently in heat, and if you don't watch her all the time, she fucks every dog she gets near, trying to get knocked up."

The two dogs separated under the force of the cold water - that is, the dog and the woman did. Jack couldn't think of her as a dog, like he had wished everybody else to do. That only triggered another terrible thought: what if he screwed up and altered his own memory, too? He would be unable to fix his mistakes, because he would no longer remember how things were supposed to be.

Joseph went to his mother's side and said in an exasperated but caring tone, "Look, Mom, you have to stop making such a racket all the time. It'll never work - a dog and a woman can't make puppies together, even if she's got the brain of a bitch. What did you think your puppies would look like anyway, you silly bitch? Like Scooby Doo?"

Titty Bitch just whined and looked up at him without comprehension.

Jack fumbled in his pocket for the stone and pulled it out, intending to put an end to this disgusting error. But he was still so shaky that he fumbled it and let it fly from his fingers to land on the ground halfway between him and Titty Bitch. It tumbled over and over, as if in slow motion, seeming to trail red sparks.

Titty Bitch bounded over and looked at the shiny red thing with simple-minded interest. Deep inside her immensely stupid brain, underneath the layer of doggish behavior, a memory sparked. Somehow she understood in her limited way that this was a magic thingie, which could make her wishes come true. Before Jack could scoop it up again, she laid a hand on it and spoke her wish.

"Woof, woof, arf, woof!"

There was no flash of light or any sudden change in the world, as far as Jack could tell. Not that he would have been able to tell, if the world had changed, any more than Joseph had been able to do.

He grabbed the stone, as soon as Titty Bitch lifted her hand off it. He held it tight, as he looked around for any changes, but everything seemed like it was before. Finally he looked back at Titty Bitch herself and saw with shock what she had wished for. Her nose was black now, and he saw longer, more pointed canines in her mouth, from which a much longer tongue dangled, as she panted and drooled. A furry dog tail pushed out of her shapely butt, as he watched, and a slight fuzz of fur spread over her padded rear.

She turned her newly adorned backside towards the german shepherd and wagged it enticingly. The male dog perked up immediately and came sniffing.

"Yeah, boy! Fuck that bitch and knock her up!"

Jack whirled and stared at Joseph. Where Titty Bitch's son had prevented her from mating only minutes before, he now cheered his transformed mother and her canine lover on. Obviously part of the wish had been to make Joseph support Titty Bitch's desire for puppies. Jack felt faint again. If he had interceded earlier, like Joseph had done, Titty Bitch would probably have changed him the same way! It was pure luck that he wasn't joining Joseph in cheering at poor Cynthia's self-degradation.

Already the dog and the bitch-woman were going at it again, while Joseph grinned and looked on - and one look at Titty Bitch's new, more dog-like cunt convinced Jack that she could now conceive from dog sperm. He had to stop them before that happened! He had to stop Cynthia from doing this to herself.

"I wish Cynthia's mind was back the way it was before I made those wishes!" he blurted out.

He had meant for "those wishes" to refer to the wishes that made her act like a dog and made everybody treat her like one. Unfortunately the stone interpreted it differently.

Cynthia blinked, becoming aware of her surroundings. She tried to ask a question, but her new, muzzle-like mouth and long dog tongue distorted her speech. "Rhat?! Rhat's Rhappening? Rho is-?" She looked over her shoulder to see who was driving that cudgel of a penis into her pleasurably aching cunt. When she saw who - or rather what - it was, she wailed in horror. "Oh nrooo! Nro! Rhelp! Rhet rhat rhog rhoff mre!"

Cynthia's mind was back to the state it had that morning, before Jack had turned up at her door. She had her full intelligence back and was free of all compulsions, such as wanting to be called "Titty Bitch" or loving mental and physical transformations. Unfortunately she was still on all fours under a dog, partially transformed, and about to get impregnated with puppies...

"Huh?" said Joseph. "How can Titty Bitch talk? That's so weird... But anyway, fuck her harder, doggie! Put your puppy cream into her bitch womb!"

...oh yeah, and the changes she had made to Joseph were untouched. Nor was Jack's wish to alter her mind covered by the "normality" wish.

"Nro, nro! Rhelp mre! Rhon't rhet rhim mrake mre rhegnant!"

"Come on, doggie! Knock Titty Bitch up!"

Cynthia's eyes fixed on Jack; they contained anger and pleading in equal measure. "Rhack! Rhis is rhall rhour rhault! Prease! Rhelp mre! Prease... rhefore rhit's rhoo rhate!"

Jack was reeling. Everything seemed to be swaying and turning around and around. Not only had his wish not fixed anything, it had made things worse. Now Cynthia was still in the same horrible situation, but she was aware of it, too! He had to fix this; he had to! But every time he wished on the stone, he just made things worse. How could he fix everything in time? With Cynthia's pleading, the dog's barking and Joseph's cheering in his ears, he felt everything spiraling out of control.

The german shepherd started barking excitedly and jerked more quickly. In mere seconds he would shoot into Cynthia's fertile womb and start a litter of puppies growing inside her. There was no more time.

"I- I wish-" Jack clutched the wishing stone in his hand. "I wish I had never used the stone on her!"

**************************FLASH*********************************

Cynthia glanced up from her lunch, wondering who had rung her doorbell in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday. As it turned out, it was Jack Robins from next door, her son's best friend.

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

"Hi Mrs. Sanders!" he said with a mischievous grin. "I've got something really cool that I wanted to show you. For some reason I had to think of you, when I got it. I got lots of strange ideas from somewhere - we're going to have a real fun afternoon..."


To be continued?

[Rat Bastard]

To clarify things, at the end of the story time has snapped back to the beginning of the original story - but this time around Jack has more in mind than just giving Cynthia a bigger rack. He has vague, dreamlike memories of what happened last time, and he interpretes them as fantasies and ideas for using the stone, which doesn't bode well for Cynthia...

Anybody interested in adding to it from here?

[Woogie Destroyer of Worlds]

I kind of wished the German Shepard had of succeeded, and possibly that Jack would have not grabbed the stone in time...