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Dreams
by Candice
Hi!
My name is Kathy and I'm writing this to show women everywhere that revenge
is possible. I was at the beach and decided that I would go to a bar. I had
a few drinks and a man named Gary came up to me and asked me to dance. We
talked about the ocean and he asked if we could take a walk on the beach. I
replied yes but as soon as we got away from the hotel, he threw me on the
sand and raped me. When he was done, he ran away leaving me covered with
sand. I cried as I walked, but was alarmed when I suddenly heard a cry for
help from the ocean. Being a good swimmer, I ran into the surf and found a
small woman who was not able to swim. I pulled her out, and told her to
relax. She soon recovered and told me that she was from another star system.
I thought that this gal was really whacked out...but she handed me an amulet
and said that it would grant me an infinite amount of wishes no matter what
they were. She then took a few steps back and vanished into thin air. I
thought I was dreaming so I just went back to my hotel room and went to
sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to find the amulet on the night table beside
my bed. I put it around my neck, and decided to test it. The television had
one of those Holiday Spa ads on, so I closed my eyes and thought about
looking just like Heather Locklear. I opened my eyes and was shocked!
Looking back at me, out of the mirror, was the beautiful Miss Locklear
wearing that skimpy blue bikini that she wears in those ads. A fiendishly
delicious plan suddenly popped into my brain, and I put the amulet around my
neck and wished that the next person to put this amulet on after me, will
wake up the next morning, as whatever they think of. I wished it so hard
that it almost gave me a headache. "Now Gary," I thought, "if I can find
you, your going to regret ever meeting me."
That night, I went down to the same bar, and there was Gary, sitting in
the same place as last night. Owing to my present appearance, he thought
that I was Heather. I told him that I wasn't, that I just looked sort of
like her, and wouldn't he like to take a walk on the beach. He obviously
accepted. We walked into the darkness, kissed, and I could feel his hard-on.
Now, I thought, it is time to let his own horniness punish him for raping
me. I told him to sit on the sand and I would massage his back. He took his
shirt off and I placed the amulet around his neck.
"What's this?" he asked.
"The medallion that dreams are made of," I replied.
"Now think of the most sexy body you can imagine. Close your eyes and
really concentrate...tell me...what are you thinking of."
"Lets see," he began, "a beautiful blonde, twenty years old, with an
hourglass figure. A beauty right out of the sixties! Five feet two, eyes of
blue, C cup tits for me and you!"
"C cup?" I asked. "Why not double C! Or double D! In fact, the largest
cup size I've ever heard of is double F."
"All right," he said with a snicker. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, five feet,
two inches tall, and a 36FF,22,36 figure, with her tits sitting way up firm
and high...and wait...the most important thing; she has to be super-horny!
Let's see...horny with the intensity of one thousand women."
I took the amulet from around his neck; he was still thinking about it
and said, "Wow! That would look great, but can you imagine her trying to
stand up with that much weight on her chest?"
I put the amulet on and said, "You're going to find out what it's like,
cutie!"
I thought about my room and was suddenly there.
The next morning, I awoke to a nice sunny day, and wondered how Gary was
doing. I put the amulet on and wished that I was invisible and in his room.
I saw a figure stir in the bed, then get up with a blanket. The blanket
dropped upon approaching a pier-glass mirror.
"What the hell?!!!" the young woman said as she appraised her
reflection. "What's going on?!!!"
She was surprised at the sound of her own voice. It was unusually soft
and sexy, with a distinctly feminine quality about it. She cleared her
throat and tried to bring her right hand to it, but an obstacle in the form
of a gargantuan breast forced her to bring her arm almost directly out in
front of her body to do it. She blinked hard several times and shook her head
in denial upon seeing the blonde bombshell looking back at her from the
mirror. Touching her platinum blonde hair that was in a bun with a long
flowing pony-tail down to the middle of her back, she slowly moved her head
down to survey her own body. Her mouth dropped open as she beheld the two
massive boobs that prevented her from seeing anything below them.
"How did I get these jugs? I can't be stuck with a cunt."
She put both hands on her crotch and leaned forward trying to see it. The
weight of her bust finally caused her to stumble, so she straightened up and
again beheld the overly-stacked reflection of loveliness that she had
envisioned the night before when she was a man. Suddenly, she fell to her
knees and was masturbating uncontrollably. The last wish was kicking in;
"...horny as one thousand women!" Her right hand fingered her cunt with one,
then two, then three fingers while her left hand rubbed her clit with every
ounce of her strength. Her jugs swelled to a size that was beyond belief.
Just picture two basketballs with nipples that were hard and stuck out like
the nipples you see on baby bottles. She screamed with delight as she
orgasmed again and again. Finally, soaked with sweat, she slowly and with
much difficulty got to her feet. The musk of feminine allure was all about
the room.
She hesitantly tried to cup her breasts but found that her hands were
dwarfed by the two massive globes that compared in size to globes you might
find in any classroom. The reflection in the mirror offered no solace but
actually seemed to irritate her. This strange but voluptuous sex-bomb was
exactly mimicking every lip movement, but there was no sound in the room that
had any semblance of a masculine tone to it. She tried to speak louder,
almost to a yell, but the shrill, effeminate, vixenish voice was all that
could be heard.
"This is just terrible." she rambled. "What am I going to do? How could
this have happened? How am I going to find a way to get back to the way I
was? What if I'm stuck like this for the rest of my life? All I did was
think of what my crotch must look like, and all of a sudden this feeling
of..."
Her voice suddenly got higher and then fell off as she was overwhelmed
by the relentless feeling that all of us women are familiar with.
"No!" she yelled as she fondled her ponderous bosom.
"Please not in this...it's too horny...I've got to stop myself...help!"
But there was no stopping herself. Her still wet fingers started again
as well as her lustful moans. I wondered how long I should leave her like
this. Then I remembered being raped and made my decision: be careful what
you wish for, you might get it! I wished that all of his clothes would
disappear. In their place, I wished there to be every article of clothing
from the women's section of the current edition of the J. C. Penny's Spring
and Summer catalogue. Just one copy of each. The size was easy to work out.
I calculated size 10 petite because of the huge cup size of her bust. In
the bathroom, I put a complete make-up kit, a box of tampons, and a Masingale
douche.
That night I went down to the same bar to see if my captive damsel had
the nerve to look for me. When she walked in, she was a sight to behold.
Wearing some stretch jeans, a lace top, and a jacket, she had no idea how to
walk with the gargantuan bust that impeded her every movement. Except for
her boobs, she looked just like that blonde Yeoman Janice Rand from the
original Star Trek.
She caught site of me immediately and started towards me.
"Now!" I thought. "It's time to take control of this little bitch's body
and show her what it's like to be raped!"
A look of horror came over her face as I took control of her body.
"Smile!" I thought and those big pouting lips curled upward sentuously.
I made her walk out onto the dance floor and take off her jacket. When a man
came over to her, I made her put her hands under his shoulder blades and
slide them down to his hips, then slowly around to his buns, and finally
around to his crotch. All the while I made her look into his eyes, still
smiling, and licking her lips. Next, I made her take him by the hand and
lead him out onto the beach. Once out on the sand, I made her take off her
tank top and pull him down to a waiting blanket.
"Now your punishment REALLY begins." I thought. "Kiss him with a furious
tongue frenched way back into his mouth."
As the two groped each other, I made the former Gary succumb to every
move that this stud made. The guy was fumbling with her belt; then his.
Finally undone, the pants came down.
"Not yet cutie!" I said aloud. "Before you get it, your going to GET
IT...in the mouth!"
With that, I made her stand him up and go down to her knees. At that
point, Gary must have really been going out of 'HER' mind. The blow job
began! I made her lick his balls and take the shaft way deep until it gagged
her. Next, I made her lay back and spread her legs to expose her pouting
pussy. He savagely mounted her and thrust his cock deep into her again and
again. When the thrusting appeared to be reaching the orgasmic crescendo, I
let her have control of her body back.
"Stop!" she cried. "I don't believe I'm being raped!"
At this moment he came with a great unrestrained thrust of his hips.
She tried to push him off of her, but he lay there exhausted...his spent cock
still spitting inside of her pussy. After about thirty seconds, he rolled
off of her and quickly got dressed.
"I didn't rape you." He said. "Remember what a hundred people saw inside
the bar."
He ran off, leaving her there, laying in a dumbfounded stupor. I
walked up to her laughing.
"How did it feel?" I giggled as she scrambled for her pants. "Did the
earth move?"
"I should've known." She said. "But how? And why?"
I explained the whole story to her, and told her who I really was,
although I doubt if she had any memory of what I really looked like. She
lunged at me trying to get the amulet, but I immediately disappeared and then
reappeared on the other side of her.
"Obviously one demonstration wasn't enough." I snickered. "Lets
see...how about a big, black, football player who is hung like a baboon? I
think not. You've got something much more important to think about. In my
frantic quest for revenge, I seem to have forgotten one little item...birth
control! Now you have got to hope you have your period. You've also got to
think about a job, and since you don't have a social security number, and no
identity, may I suggest that you find yourself a pimp or a madame? Anyway,
I've been waiting all day to say this...Gotcha!"
I thought about my room, and was immediately back there. I changed back
into my real self and decided that it's time to leave this place and make
some money. Not enough to get noticed; just enough to be very comfortable
from now on. So if you ever read this Gary, or whatever you call yourself
now, remember, who gave you this life of feminine imprisonment----YOU!!!
Signed,
Revenge completed,
Kathy
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