The Wishing Stone

— Ha-ha-ha! Suzy, you're such an idiot! Did you seriously think this "magic stone" grants wishes?! — Zack burst out laughing, snapping his fingers against the smooth black boulder, half-embedded in the cave floor. — What's next? You gonna rub it and wait for a genie with abs?

— Well, what if it does — Suzy tried to counter, blushing — I just said out loud what I'd wish for... for fun!

— Don't pay attention to that dumbass, Suz — Emily cut in, smirking — he mumbled something too, but you were just louder. He’s probably just embarrassed about what he said. Right, Zack?

— What?! Me?! — Zack laughed, pressing his hand against the stone — If I said anything, it was just that I want a super-hot chick here instead of these boring "know-it-alls" blah-blah-blah.

— Pfft — Emily snorted. — Dumb brute!

And right at that moment...

— Ahem… — came a thin, uncertain cough from somewhere behind.

The trio turned around. Against the backdrop of the stone walls, standing slightly hunched, was… a girl. Tall, slim, with long black hair falling over her shoulders. She awkwardly raised her hand as if about to say something — but froze. Her face was a mix of panic and shock. The hoodie — obviously a man's — looked like a dress on her, stretching tightly over her breasts, the fabric strained to the limit beneath them. A backpack hung off her back, like it had just been dropped from her old body.

— Um... guys?.. — the voice was thin, slightly hoarse from awkwardness, almost a whisper, but with a strange high-pitched tremble and rasp at the end of the phrase.

— You… is that?.. Who are you? — Emily said slowly.

— Wait a sec — Suzy managed — that’s...

— …Tom?! — Emily’s eyes widened.

— I... yeah... I guess — the girl struggled to speak, looking up at them like she couldn’t believe what was happening. Her breasts in the taut hoodie trembled slightly with each nervous breath, and the tight outline gave her away completely: this was no longer the chubby nerd who used to lag behind the group.

— Holy shit... — Suzy breathed out. — That... Tom? Tom-Tom?

— Fucking hell — Emily whispered, stepping closer — you... you... this isn't a joke?

— No way! What the hell is this?! — Zack finally cut in, eyes wide as he stared at the girl like waiting for her to peel off a mask. — This is a prank, right?! Like... a setup? Where are the cameras? Someone had to be filming this! How the hell did you pull this off, girl?!

— First of all, Zack, I’m not a girl… — she answered nervously, shrinking into herself like she couldn’t even believe her new, high-pitched voice. She bit her lip, trying to get control of her breathing, but her breasts trembled again with every breath, and the hoodie stretched once more along the curves of her waist and hips. — And second, Zack, you... well... you seriously want our art teacher... in a leather bra... — she exhaled, her voice shaking slightly, and her gaze tensed like she was remembering something she'd rather forget.

— What?! — Zack gasped, jumping in place. — Hey, what the hell are you talking about?! What does that have to do with anything... And— and this isn’t even real, I didn’t—

— Want me to list how many times, what time of day, and exactly what you were doing when… — the girl hesitated, looked away, and almost whispered — ...well... when you wanted her to come to your house with a leather whip and—

— What the fuck are you saying, you stupid bitch?! Who the fuck even are you?! — Zack snapped, stepping forward with clenched fists like he wanted to shake a real answer out of her.

— Hey! Chill the fuck out! What’s your problem?! — Emily jumped in, grabbing Zack by the sleeve, but he just yanked it away and started shaking his head, eyes darting between the girl’s new body and the stone’s smooth surface.

— I... I know everything now — she forced out, hugging the hoodie tighter to herself like it could hide her full breasts, even though the thick fabric was clearly straining around her curves. She looked up at Suzy and added — "Know-it-all", huh… Your wish…

Suzy went pale.

— W-wait, I just… I wasn’t serious… It was bullshit, we were just—

— Well, looks like it wasn't bullshit and... — she whispered, her voice a mix of fear, exhaustion, and a strange irony. — I know for sure now that I’m like this forever and no one... nothing’s gonna change that.

— Ha, alright then! — Zack suddenly jumped in, emboldened and laughing, stepping closer to the stone. Then, as if something clicked, he suddenly grabbed Emily by the wrist and yelled right into her face, like he was trying to drown out his own panic. — Then I wish I was rich and successful and on my yacht right now, not stuck with you losers!

— Hey, hands off, dumbass! — Emily snapped, jerking away, quickly realizing what was happening. — What, you trying to steal MY wish?!

— You're a smart one, princess! — Zack smirked, yanking Emily in easily and forcing her to touch the stone. — Go on! Work, you stupid fucking rock!

And then the air vibrated, like right before a thunderstorm.

— Oh, fuck me… — Suzy exhaled.

— Zack… — Emily began, — I swear if you—

— Oh come on! — he cut her off. — Relax, I’m just—

— …wish — Emily hissed through her teeth, pressing both palms against the same stone — that Zack gets everything he wants… but exactly the way he deserves it! That he ends up on a yacht, rich and “successful,” with chicks and all that — but let him become one of those girls! The cheapest one of them all!

— Wha..? — was all Zack managed to say before everything around him dissolved.

CLICK.

Zack came to from something wet sliding across his lips. He tried to speak — but couldn’t. His mouth was full.

‘What…?’ — he tried to think, but his brain lagged, struggling to process. He felt something warm pushing into his throat, and his eyes widened on their own. He tried to push away, but his hands — no, now delicate wrists with soft skin — were pressed against a smooth floor. Zack tried to jerk back, but someone’s strong fingers clutched his long, tangled hair, keeping him in place. Huge, unfamiliar tits swayed beneath him, brushing the floor with every motion. They seemed to have a life of their own, pulling tight against the thin fabric of a top that looked like it was about to snap.

— Pfff—kgh-kgh! — he tried to pull away, but someone’s hands held his head, fingers in his hair, forcing the rhythm.

— Easy, baby Zaklina, don’t fight it or I’m gonna cum too quick — came a man’s voice from above, sounding way too casual, almost like he was on the job.

Zack broke free, just as a long dick with a smooth head slid across his plump, overly sensitive lips and down his cheek, leaving a wet trail. His big — no, massive — boobs bounced side to side, forcing him to grab onto a man’s knee — the guy whose cock had just been in his mouth — just to keep from falling over. The salty air hit his face, making him squint. Zack — no, Zaklina — gasped for air, kneeling on the deck of a blindingly white yacht, where fate had just spat her out. Her hair — long, tangled, black as pitch — whipped across her cheeks in the wind. Her clothes… if you could even call them that… The top — tiny, transparent, soaked through from the spray — barely covered her nipples. The skirt — less of a skirt and more like a ribbon — was being blown up again and again, exposing toned thighs and a thin strip of lacy thong.

— Hey, “Candy Zaxi,” take a couple minutes if you need a break — shouted someone from behind a camera. — We just need a couple more takes!

— WHAT?! — Zaklina cried out in a soft, sugary voice as realization hit, then tilted her head back and screamed — NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!