Unfortunate Wishers: Carrie, Part 2

Let me know if the text is readable and if the format is okay when at full size. There's a LOT of detail in this story so instead of dragging it on forever vertically I thought I'd try chopping it up on either side of the image like I did a year or so ago for some captions. Let me know if it's any good or if I need to go in and change the format one more time.

I actually intended on this to be a three part series, but I just couldn't get a good looking picture from Midjourney for the final part. So hence double text panels for part 2.

Honestly when I first saw the picture of the girl while surfing Pinterest, I legit thought she was a Barbie doll, and that's what inspired all of this. Again, Carrie is an awful person and probably deserves...some of this. Maybe not all of it, but she certainly deserved a little bit of it.

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"GRANTED!" The massive magical man in front of Carrie boomer, and she squealed in delight as she felt what could only be magic rushing towards her in a gusty of warm air that caused her skin to tingle.

 "THIS IS AWESOME!" The busty blonde whooped as she raised an arm into the air in celebration...but then the smile left her face as said arm seemed to lock into position. "Huh?" Carrie said, and she tugged at the air with her body, though nothing happened, not even when she began pulling it with her other arm before it too froze in place.

 "I'm afraid that the decay and rot of time upon mortal bodies does not end, mistress" Azid said, his grin sinister as his eyes twinkled with malice, "So to make you attractive forever...You must become something that lasts forever!" And with that, Azid let out a hateful, booming laugh as the cloud of purple smoke and his body reversed, flowing back into the lamp and leaving Carrie tugging at her frozen arms as fear and panic began to take over.

 "NO! NO NO NO no no no no no no n-!" Carrie cried as the plastic rapidly crept along her arms until it was spreading across her neck and torso, her voice going from shrill screams to nothing more than a whisper before vanishing forever. Her heaving chest froze as the plastic consumed it, hollowing out her body and removing all of the organs that had made her human...yet she did not die. The plastic slid up her neck, freezing her jaws, locking her mouth in a agonized scream as it moved ever upwards towards her darting blue eyes. The engulfing wave rounded smoothed over her breasts, giving them only the slightest hint of cleavage as her nipples vanished into nothing but rounded bumps on her quickly hollowing torso as the wave creeped ever downwards. It seeped across Carrie's hips and slid between her legs as her slit fused permanently together as nothing more than smooth plastic, joining her fused buttocks. Her legs were now held on her body only by small rounded nubs that hung off the soft plastic frame inside her hollow body; the last remnant of her skeleton. Her legs became solid chunks of plastic, broken only by the knee and ankle joints as her feet turned pink and lifeless. All that was left was the torturously slow creeping of the plastic on her skull as it rose along the back of Carrie's increasingly light feeling head. Her scalp tingled as her wonderful blonde hair began to turn synthetic, nothing more than plastic yellow strands of fibers. And then Carrie could do nothing but stare straight ahead as the slithering, cold material slipped into her eyes and locked them open forever.

'HAROLD! HELP!' Carrie wailed in her mind, but there was only silence, the plasticized woman capable of doing nothing but simply standing there lifeless. 'He'll come up eventually, then he'll save me! I'm his wife! He HAS to!' The former woman turned mannequin told herself, 'He'll see me and the lamp and get that mean ass genie back here to fix me!'. The thought did little to calm her terrified mental state, especially when Carrie's yoga room began to get...bigger!? Carrier could only scream in silent fear as the walls stretched upwards, the ceiling moving farther away from her as her plastic body began to shrink. The loveseat Carrie was standing next to rushed past her, becoming mountain sized in a flash as the plastic blonde found herself as a very small doll, balanced delicately on two tiny plastic shoes. Then she felt her clothing begin to change, the once tight nylon threads turning loose and scratchy as they barely hung on her changed form, all while her body began to move on it's own as she was posed! Carrie only saw her arms move but felt her plastic legs spread slightly apart as one hand assumed position of her hip, while the other stretched out to rest along her side!

'NO!' She screamed once more, but her mental struggle to do...anything ceased as she watched the entire room begin to shimmer and then collapse! The walls, furniture and decorations seemed to crumple and collapse inwards like a fractal pattern, drawing ever closer before it slowed to a crawl, reforming a much different room around her! The furniture was now smaller than she was and overall things seemed more in proportion to her new body...But it looked just as plastic as she was! Not to mention missing an entire wall as she stared in silent horror out at an entirely new house that had replaced her old one with! Carrie recognized none of the new decorations or design, the only thing that seemed to have remained a constant was the stairs that led down to the basement...but now seemed to simply lead downstairs to another living area? Instead of the shadowed darkness of the stairwell there was not warm, natural light flooding in from below!

'THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED!' Carrie wailed to no one but her own mind. Oh god, what else had that genie done!? Or had he conspired with Harold to get rid of her? That tiny little wretch or a man! he must have planned this! To get rid of her and replace her with a new woman, a younger, prettier woman! When Carrie got out of here she'd-

But the little plastic doll never finished that thought as a dull thumping came from the direction of the stairs, and Carrie's non-existent heart began pounding as she expected to see Harold's bulky frame come into view for good or for ill... But instead long and messy brown hair, a far cry from Harry's balding pate, bounced into view connected to the youthful, if confused face of a little girl! She was very young, likely no more than seven or eight, but her eyes contained a much older intelligence as they scanned the new room Carrie had found herself in. Said eyes went wide and color drained from the girl's face as she spotted Carrie. It was Harold! Or at least, a little girl version of him, anyway!

 "Carrie?" The little girl said, her voice light and sweet, and she clambered over the final steps of the staircase with a muted 'oof' as her tiny yet titanic barefoot body rushed over her, collapsing to tiny, bony knees in front of Carrie yet still as tall as a giant, "I-is that you!? Oh god, you look like a Barbie doll! You even have a dream house! What happened!?"

 'It was the genie! Quick, get the lamp and wish us back to normal!' Carrie tried to say, but as nothing more than a lump of shaped plastic she could do nothing but stare ahead. She could only hope that Harry was as smart as he claimed!

 "Wait, is that a...lamp? Wow, it looks like it's from Aladdin!" Her girlified husband said after a moment of scanning the rest of the room, his new big brown eyes locking on the lamp. Carrie let out a silent cheer as her little girl husband rose once more to his tiny barefeet and took a step towards the lamp...

 "Harriet! Your father and I bought you a Carrie Dreamhouse for you! Happy birthday, darling!" An unknown woman's voice called out from somewhere near the stairs, the sound seemed to lock Harold in place. His eyes glazed over, changing from deep pools of brown to a light hazel...and losing the mature intelligence behind them as the girlish face looked down at Carrie in absolute childish joy!

 'H-Harry?' Carrie's small ember of hope was snuffed out as she could no longer see any trace of the sniveling little nerd she'd married in the eyes of the little girl looking down at her.

 "YAAY! THANK YOU MOMMY!" Harold...or Harriet screeched with childish joy, dropping to her knees with force as a colossal hand reached and, to Carrie's horror, wrapped around her body! The feeling of fingers on her small body made Carrie feel claustrophobic and violated as the little girl moved the former woman's limbs against her will!

 'NO! SNAP OUT OF IT HARRY! I AM NOT A TOY! NOOO' Carrie screamed as the young girl manipulated her small limbs and made her move through the large, plastic dreamhouse. Her new home, a plastic, felt and stickered mockery of the large, REAL home she had taken for granted all these years. Full of cheap little fake wood, felt and plastic in the style of three story mansion (complete with a flimsy elevator in the middle). Everything she ever wanted was there...But toy sized bricks of molded plastic and stickers that her husband wasted no time in placing in the wrong areas even as she screamed at him to let her go! This...this was a nightmare!

 "Oh Carrie! I love you so much!" Harriet gushed after finishing the tour of the playset, pulling the little plastic blonde woman out and squeezing the doll tightly in a loving embrace. Carrie dolls were the best toys ever! They were so pretty! And she finally got to have own all for herself! "I'll play with you every day and keep you pretty forever!"

 'NOOO!' Carrie the doll wailed as her wish was fulfilled. She would be beautiful forever...or at least until Harriet decided to give her a awful makeover and haircut and then lose her in the back of her playroom closet. Carrie would eventually be found again, years later, by a teenage Harriet who had outgrown dolls and was more interested in boys. But by then the former human had gone insane, unable to move, sleep, even blink as her mind slowly eroded away by years of being nothing more than a child's plaything...and then once more in the ever lasting darkness of the closet, finally convincing herself that she WAS and had never been anything more than the prettiest doll in the whole world.

 And the lamp? The lamp would go unnoticed, save for being seen as gaudy and shoved into the yard sale box where it say for years until Harriet's collection of Carrie dolls, that she had long outgrown were dumped on top of it and later be sold for barely two dollars as it, and the malevolent Djinn within it, moved on to the next Unfortunate Wisher.