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Revenge of an Angry Housewife By debra darling Mary edged her way quietly into her own kitchen. She let the back door swing slowly closed, careful to not let it slam. She wanted a few moments to herself after her very hectic day. Once inside she tiptoed across the shiny tile floor (no mean accomplishment in the black patent stiletto heeled pumps she was wearing) and slipped gratefully into one of the kitchen chairs. She sighed gratefully as she took her weight off of her screaming toes for the first time since early morning. "That you, woman?" came a growl from the front room. It was Ralph, and he sounded like he was in one of "those" moods. "How in the world did he even know she was home?" she wondered. She had been so careful in sneaking past the front windows and so quiet in letting herself in through the rear entrance. "Bring me a drink and get your fat ass in here now!" the being in the front room bellowed. I am thirsty and I don't need some lazy cow sitting on her duff while she should be taking care of me!" he continued. Mary slowly regained her feet and limping slightly she made her way first to the bar where she poured a double shot of some very expensive Scotch over three ice cubes and then into the living room. "I just got home, hon," she tried to explain. "Don't give me that shit!" Ralph bellowed. "I heard the car drive up and saw you trying to sneak down the driveway. Now give me that drink and then get yourself upstairs. You'll find your evening outfit on the bed. I'll expect to see you back down here on your knees like a good little woman before I finish this drink." With those hateful words, Ralph polished off half of the scotch she had just given him. Mary sighed to herself and turned to hurry up the stairs. All she really wanted to do was strip off the very sexy clothes she was wearing and collapse into a tub full of hot water. Maybe that way she could soak away the sore muscles and hurt feelings and bad memories of the day. Ralph, though, it seemed was not having any part of her needs or wants. As usual, only his desires seemed to matter. She walked into the bedroom and saw the two piece silken peignoir that lay on the bed. "God," she thought. "It must have cost a pile of money to buy." Money she had earned through hard work. Money that Ralph seemed to spend without any thought about how hard she worked to earn it, or how much it was needed to keep their budget together. Once again she remembered their recent argument about having children. She wanted a daughter and a son but Ralph would not hear of it. "We need your income," he said. "Especially now that I've been laid off and will be out of work for a while." What he really meant she was beginning to realize was that with children around there would be far less time for her to play at being Ralph's harlot. It would also be harder for him to spend the day sitting around being waited on by her, or off at the bar with his buddies while she was out earning a living for them both. As she began to undress she eyed the pile of silken froth. In her mind's eye she could see herself in it, her softly rounded curves showing through the shimmery cloth. The thing would make her look like a very high class hooker or maybe a lonely, horny housewife just begging for her man to take her to bed. Right now she was neither, but that hardly seemed to bother Ralph. Her pumps came off first. Black patent leather with skyscraper high stiletto heels that added five inches to her 5'6" frame. The toes were extremely pointed and walking or standing in the shoes was an adventure in pain and balance. Every step had to be planned carefully to avoid stumbling. The heels were so high they forced her to thrust her ample hips back and this made her curve her back and push her "C-cup" breasts out into prominence. When she walked in these things she strutted. Her hips swayed and swivelled and advertised her wares to all who cared to look. This was only emphasized by the "business" suit she wore. Bright red, with black and white piping along the edges of the jacket. The jacket itself was almost skin tight and cut very low in the front. A purple chemise barely covered her matching purple bra which itself only just cradled her breasts. The bra seemed to be made more for lifting her breasts up and pushing them together than for any real support. The result was a chest and cleavage that practically screamed for attention. The jacket was longer than most suit jackets, reaching down just past the bottom of her own curvy bottom. The skirt was so short that only the lower band of black lace that formed the hem of the skirt showed when she was standing. The effect made her look almost as if she was not wearing anything below the waist. Sheer panty hose in a barely there black tint graced her shapely legs and bridged the immense gap between her skirt and her patent pumps. The entire outfit was an invitation to a come on and she usually spend her entire day warding off unwanted advances. Today had been an exception only in that the customer that had hit on her had been more insistent than usual. Mary was a sales person for a fireplace company. Her customers were usually builders and some of then were pretty macho. She was constantly fending off their efforts to bed her, efforts that were clearly encouraged by her attire. Today she had been asked to call on a very large account by her boss who had made it very clear she was to keep this client very happy. The client had been adamant that his huge new order was dependant upon her spending a weekend with him, starting on Friday night. She had been forced to agree, knowing her job depended upon her cooperation. As she contemplated her orders from Ralph thoughts of how she would be spending her weekend kept running through her mind. She allowed the gown to settle over her head and reached for the peignoir robe to put on over it. That was when she saw the remaining accouterments that had been covered by the silk and satin. Four leather cuffs with "D" rings attached sat on the bed. A pair of CFM hooker heels with four inch platforms and ten inch heels lay next to them. Chains that she had not noticed before were attached to each post of the four poster bed and two whips were on the bench at the foot of the bed. One was short with multiple leather thongs and the other was much longer and looked very menacing. Ralph had often talked about trying out some bondage and discipline sex games, but she has always demurred. It appeared he was going ahead anyway, no matter how she might feel about it. As she heard Ralph's impatient order to her to hurry up and get ready for him, yelled up unceremoniously from downstairs, her eyes strayed to the brass antique oil lamp she had brought home the day before. It sat on the dresser and suddenly it seemed to glow in the dim light of the bedroom. Something in her snapped at that point and a bitter smile played across her lips. "Yes!" she thought to herself. "I've got nothing to lose and I've just had enough of Ralph and his mean and demanding ways. I'll do it!" She then went over to the lamp and began to rub it gently. A swirl of smoke came out of the spout and soon condensed into a very handsome, young, muscular genie. He looked sort of like Brad Pitt in harem pants and little else. "Have you made up your mind?" he asked. Her thoughts went back to the day before. She had found the lamp in a garage sale near one of the projects she had been bidding on. As she contemplated it the lovely woman who was selling it said the lamp was a good buy and that it had changed her life. She smiled as she seemed to imply that Mary's life needed some changes too. Mary had bought the lamp and brought it home. She had applied brass polish and as she cleaned away the tarnish this strange man had appeared. She had dropped the lamp in surprise but he had picked it up and gently handed it back to her. "Careful," he had said in the most gentle and calming voice. It was a voice that had somehow been exciting to her as well. They had talked for quite a long time and he had made her an interesting offer. It was one she had not thought she would ever accept but he had told her he was patient and as he dissolved back into the lamp he said she should just rub the lamp when she was ready. He had seemed so certain at the time. Now he stood before her grinning at being summoned again. "Ready are we?" he queried her in his calm gentle voice. "I think so, but I want to understand the terms again," she stammered. "Well, it's really pretty simple. We spend the night together. For every orgasm you give me, I'll give you one wish. The only conditions are that I can not give you wealth or everlasting life and that we will continue making love until one or the other of us asks for it to end. Oh, and we can only do this one time. After I return to the lamp after loving you I can never come back to you." Slowly she nodded her head up and down. "Yes, I think I'm ready, but there is one condition," she said. "You must grant me my first wish before we begin." The genie shook his head. "If I do that, how do I know you will follow through with your part of the agreement?' he asked. "Well, if I don't," she replied "how will I know that you are for real and can really grant me a wish?" He pondered for a bit as she breathed in deeply and thrust her ample chest out underneath the dark blue satin. She allowed the robe to fall open to put the upper half of her bosom on display. His breath caught as he looked at her and then he smiled and consented. He would take the chance. "You may have one wish in advance," he agreed. "But only one, and it can not interfere with the pleasure you are to give me in return." "Done," she agreed and they sealed the deal with a lingering kiss. They broke apart as she heard Ralph coming up the stairs. "Quickly," she whispered. "My wish." "Is my command," he answered. "What do you desire?" "I wish Ralph would have to do everything I tell him to do!" she hissed. "Wow!" he responded. "I think Ralphie boy is in for a rough time. Remind me to never make you that mad at me. In any event, wish granted." Ralph burst through the door at that point. "What the hell?" he practically screamed. "Who is this guy and what is he doing in my bedroom?" "Oh, shut up Ralph. Go and sit in that chair," she said pointing at a hard backed chair near the end of the bed. To her immense surprise Ralph just looked at her for a moment and then turned and walked to the chair and sat down. He never made a sound. Looking at Ralph, Mary could tell that he did not want to obey her. He clearly wanted to confront her, yell, scream and holler at her, maybe even strike her. But all he did was look at her quizzically and then go over and sit on the uncomfortable chair and remain there silently. She looked around and found her genie on the bed. He was now nearly naked and she could see his love pole sticking straight up in the air. He had removed his pants and was now naked, his muscles rippling in a slight sheen, as if he had lathered them in clear oil of some kind. "Well, I kept my part of the bargain. Now it's your turn." She grinned as she pranced over to the bed and practically threw herself on his naked form. She was already dripping when she reached the bed and she held herself over his prick for only a moment before the dropped down onto it with a squeal that could probably be heard next door. He just grunted as he was swallowed whole into her hot steamy slit. All night the two made passionate love to each other. When one would pause to rest the other would be at work using hands, toes, lips, hair whatever to stimulate the other back into action. At one point she was even dancing in front of her husband, showing him her cum filled cunt and threatening to make him lick her clean to get a rise out of the genie. It never quite came to that as the genie always rose to the occasion in time, but the look and smell of her almost made poor Ralph puke. At last it was over and the two of them lay gasping next to each other on the drenched and knotted sheets. The genie looked up at their reflection in the ceiling mirror over the bed (another of Ralph's ideas) and grinned at her. "I don't think I've ever spent a night like that," he mused "and I've been doing this for centuries. I think I will give you a bonus wish for that and while I can never come back to you again, I'll never forget you." With those words he leaned over and kissed her one last time and then disappeared along with the lamp. Mary just lay there in sated exhaustion, falling asleep and then waking for a few minutes for several hours. Ralph just sat on his hard chair, staring at the bed and his wife and saying nothing. At last she rose and went into the bathroom. He could here her humming as she showered. At last she came back into the bedroom with a large towel wrapped around her. She stood in front of Ralph and asked him, "Well, did you enjoy the show?" Ralph said nothing. Then she remembered. "Oh, yes. You can answer my questions," she told him. "Hell, no I didn't enjoy it!" he hissed. "Having to watch you two fuck each other silly while I had to just sit here on this wooden chair all night! How could I possible enjoy that?" She laughed just a bit and then looked deep into Ralph's tormented eyes. She ran her hand up and down his cock as she taunted him. "Judging by the hardness of this little item, you must have enjoyed some of it. I'll just bet you are harder and hornier than you have ever been in your entire life." He just moaned as she rubbed him until he was thrusting his hips up off the chair trying to get himself off in her hand. She released him just as he thought he was about to cum saying, "No. None of that. Not just yet, anyway." "Were you paying attention while Genie and I were playing games?" she asked just a little playfully. "Did you count his orgasms?" "Hell no!" he snarled back. I watched you do things to him you never do for me and I'm damn certain you will do them in the future. I just can't wait to see you panting like that with my cock up your fat ass, screaming in pain and pleasure as I drive up into you so far when I cum you'll be spitting." "I don't think so," she replied coldly. "But you might think back over the evening while it's still fresh in your mind. Someday soon you are going to want to know very much just how many times he got off in me." While she began to she encouraged him to try to remember the entire evening. He should concentrate on remembering each and every orgasm that he could. He should replay the nights events in his mind until he had a fix on how many times the genie had come somewhere inside of his beautiful wife's body. She knew the images he would remember would be burned into his memory not to mention the effect they would have on his libido as he pictured the genie buried deep in her quim or up her tender ass or even when she took his massive member clear down her straining throat. Ralph was still sitting on his chair when she returned. She was dressed in a modest but striking sundress with straps over her tanned shoulders, a fitted bodice, a flowing skirt that reached just to her knees and which swung about as she walked. Flat sandals graced her bare feet and no nylons covered her shapely legs, tanned to perfection anyway. She used the mirror next to Ralph to put on a light lip gloss, just a touch of eye shadow and a light spritz of perfume. "You don't know just how good it feels to be so comfortable and to shed the glam look you always demanded of me," she whispered into his nearby ear. "You don't know, at least not yet." She informed him that she would be going to the beach for the day. "What about me?" he whined. "Yes, what about you?" she replied. "Well, I have some very serious plans for you and I assure you they don't include going to the beach." With those words she dropped a magazine into his lap. It was the latest issue of "Blonde Busty Bombshells". The magazine advertised itself as being for men who preferred their women to have boobs and be boobs. The magazine made no secret of its contents: pictures of half naked women with huge, often enhanced, chests that were constantly on display. "Pick out your favorite one," she instructed him. "And be quick about it. We have a schedule to maintain here." Since Ralph found himself unable to not obey his wife, he began to thumb through the magazine. He stopped at one page and pointed to the woman posing seductively in full living color and nothing else. Mary looked at the picture. "Bambi, hmmm," she read. "Figures. You sure that's the one? You don't want one with bigger tits or anything?" He just pointed silently and a little embarrassed at the picture of Bambi. The magazine listed her attributes: 44 inch chest, 20 inch waist 34 inch hips. Five feet three inches tall. 105 pounds in weight. 28 years old. Natural blonde hair to the waist. "Hot to trot for you," the caption on the picture read. Mary just smiled at him in a kind of evil way. "I hope you really like her," she said, "because you are going to be her for a long time." She then looked in the mirror as she mouthed the words, "Genie, grant me my wish. I wish Ralph looked exactly like Bambi in every way." There came a bit of a crash of thunder, some lightning and a lot of smoke. When it cleared Ralph still sat on his chair but something was different. He looked down and realized his body had changed. He had breasts. Not just breasts but TITS. Huge mountains hanging down from his chest. They weighed so much he had trouble holding his shoulders up straight. Long hair flowed down his bare back, tickling him as he turned his head. Everything in the room seemed to be a bit bigger at which point he realized that was because he was a bit smaller than he had been before. He wanted to scream but he could only sit in shocked silence as Mary trotted out some clothes for him to put on. He was not allowed to don bra or panties. His waist was made even more pronounced by a waist nipper/garter belt that he was ordered to strap around himself. It took him a while to get used to the strange fastenings and to hook them shut with his two inch long fingernails. Then a pair of nylons had to be drawn up each leg and fastened to the garters which hung down the front of his legs and over the curve of his shapely ass. Panties consisting of a lace thong which barely covered his furry patch in the front and was lost between his rear globes when it was drawn into place. Over his head went a long flowing, bright purple gown and then a peignoir robe over that. In the light from the window every curve of his luscious body could be seen through the gossamer fabric. High heels sandals consisting of six inch high platforms and thirteen inch high heels were fastened on and strapped tightly to each now highly arched foot. On the end of his long legs, they just said "Come fuck me!" in practically neon letters. He was pulled to his shaky feet and led over to the bed. At the bottom rail his legs were spread apart and his ankles tied to the legs. This forced his legs apart. He was then bent over the rail and his arms tied with soft rope to the corners of the bed. He was thus held in this very vulnerable position, his ass high up in the air and his heavy breasts hanging down, straining his chest muscles. Mary took out her make up case and ten minutes later she showed him his face in the mirror. Dark, heavy makeup outlined his features, from his deeply set, dark rimmed, sultry eyes to his pouty, bright red, kissable lips. He looked like a bridal strumpet just waiting to be deflowered. Mary sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone. She dialed a number and waited while it rang. "Mr. John's office please," she said. "Just tell him it's his date calling, she said after a moment." She leered over at Bambi and mouthed "he's such a stud" to her. From that point on Ralph could only listen to his wife's side of the conversation. "Hi, John Baby. No, I can't meet you today. I know I promised. Yes, I know how turned on you are and how I promised you a day of fucking in exchange for that lovely order of fireplaces yesterday. Now, John, don't be that way. No, I don't expect you to be disappointed and I won't welch on you." She went on in this vein for a bit and then she began to tell the guy on the phone about her girl friend who was absolutely gorgeous and just a little bit kinky. "Well, you remember that magazine you had in your office?" she asked. "Yes, that's the one. Remember the centerfold? Bambi? Well, my friend is named Bambi as well and she looks exactly like the girl in the photo. And I mean exactly." She kept talking to John, telling him about her girlfriend. About how she liked to be tied up when she was taken by a man. How she loved to be fucked all day long if a man could keep it up. And finally about how her friend was tied up in her bedroom right now and just waiting for someone to ravish her. Was John interested in being the one? Ralph figured out that John was definitely interested when Mary gave him their address and said the key would be under the mat on the porch. He struggled to get loose but soon realized he was helpless until someone undid his bondage. He would remain in place as long as Mary wished him to. Mary hung up and walked to the door. "Enjoy yourself!" she laughed as she left the room. "John is a real stud, like I said. He prides himself on being able to fuck a girl until she is bowlegged. Oh, and I left a bottle of Viagra on the dresser in case he needs a little extra help," she informed him as she made her way to the front door. It closed behind her on a house full of silence as Ralph worked and worked at this bonds, hoping against hope he could get free before John arrived. Such was not to be as he heard a key in the door and the heavy tread of what could only be a man walking across the floor. He heard a sharp intake of breath and then felt a hand on his twitching rear end. "Boy, she wasn't lying," a deep voice said. "Your really are the spitting image of Bambi. I can hardly wait to get mounted up on you," Ralph felt his panties being slid down his hips and then heard a snip and realized the thong had been cut and allowed to dangle in front of him from his waist. Leather bands were fastened around his thighs just above the knees and ropes drew his upper legs even further apart towards the bed posts. This only made his ass that much more vulnerable as it drew his cheeks apart. More fondling of his now bare cheeks and the nightgown was pushed up and then he felt someone between his legs and something hard pressing on his vagina. He felt wet down there and suddenly realized his female body was reacting just like a submissive woman would react. He was lubricating as the tip of the penis was being rubbed back and forth across his female slit. With a gasp he felt John, if that was who it was, push all of the way up inside of him and begin to pump his manhood in and out. Faster and faster the thing drove in and out, like a piston out of control as an engine speeds ever faster until the thing was rammed home as deep as it would go and it exploded into him. Ralph could feel every spurt as male fluid poured into him in what seemed like unlimited quantity. When it was over, John withdrew and came around to where he could be seen for the first time. Ralph gasped and nearly fainted. John was a huge, black mountain of a man with a cock that still seemed to be a foot long as it hung down limply, with both of their juices dripping of the end. "Not bad for a first time," he said. "Sort of a quickie to get thing swarmed up for the main event." He climbed up on the bed and slid down under her. His thing came to rest just beneath her head and as her head became heavier and heavier she was forced to accept that she could not hold it up much longer. Closer and closer she came to the object just beneath her lips. It looked horrible to her and smelled of sex. "Lick it," came the command. "Lick it or I'll take my belt to your lovely ass. If I have to whip you, you'll get them in batches of ten. I'll start off with a gentle stroke that will only take your breath away. By number five you'll be screaming for me to stop and by seven you'll be begging me to suck my cock. When your ass is too beaten to take any more, I'll start on the insides of your legs and finally I beat your tits until they are black and blue. "Suck it now," he commanded and she tentatively stuck out her tongue and began to lave the offered member. She nearly gagged as it grew hard and longer. She was forced to accept first the head and then much of the shaft into her mouth. She kept her tongue moving up and down the bottom of the horrid thing. In order to keep from drooling she was forced to suck on it as it continued to swell. Further and further the weight of her head made her slid down the shaft, taking the head deeper and deeper into her straining mouth. She was nearly cross eyed as the hair covered crotch kept creeping closer. When she would gag she would struggle to raise her head up, but it would soon slip back down. After what seemed like an eon to her, she felt John start to breath faster and faster. His hips began to thrust up off the mattress, forcing himself deeper into her. She realized what was about to happen but it was too late. Large black hands came up to each side of her head and clamped her tightly. He began to pump her head up and down in counter point to his thrusting hips, faster and faster until he pulled her so far down on his cock her throat locked around it. She could feel every spasm as he came, shooting cum spurt after cum spurt down her throat. When he was finished he lay back on the bed, breathing hard, panting in fact, from the exertion. Ralph had no choice but to stand in place, bent over the bed and watch the huge black body slowly recover from what John smiled and labeled "one hell of a blow job". He let Ralph know that Mary had told him it would be the best he had ever had. He then smiled up at Ralph and said, "So far anyway!" The night seemed to go on forever. At some point, John had discovered the Viagra and taken several of the pills. His cock had grown even harder and larger if that was possible and he had been sawing away at Ralph's various openings for several hours now. Ralph had lost count how many times he had felt that tell tale swelling and then been forced to accept even more male seed into his helpless body. He had taken that monster cock down his throat, up his ass, and into his wet, throbbing pussy far more times than he could count. All he wanted for now was for it to stop. He prayed not for release but just for John to wear out. It was near to dawn before that happened. John finally collapsed on the bed and either went to sleep or passed out. Ralph hung in place, unable to relieve his pain or humiliation. All he could do was wait for Mary to return and release. Mary did eventually come back to the house and into the room. She patted Ralph on his cute but spotted ass and then slid into bed with John. Ralph watched in horror as she caressed John, kissed him and began to stroke his manhood. She kept this up until John was wide awake and hard as an iron bar. "Take her again," Mary whispered. "I want to watch you fuck her silly." Ralph began to cry as John went around behind him and slowly slid his cock up into the hot pussy yet one more time. Mary took out a vibrator and began to masturbate herself just inches from Ralph's nose. She knew this would further incite John as well as torment her helpless husband. "They say there's nothing quite like a morning fuck to start off the day," she gloated as she goaded John on to further and further excess. When it was all over, she helped John clean up and showed him to the door. When she returned she finished undressing and slid under the covers. "You just hang there for a while," she said. "Let that male seed seep deeply into your pussy." In a final gesture of humiliation, Mary told Ralph, just as she was drifting off to a peaceful slumber, "Oh, by the way, this is your time of the month and I don't mean your period. You just ovulated this morning and you are very fertile right now." She smiled a cruel smile as she looked up at her beautiful and helpless husband, trapped in that gorgeous female body. "Tell me, can you feel all that male cum oozing up into you? Can you feel the male sperm swimming their way up into your womb, searching out the eggs you just deposited there? They say a woman always knows when she becomes impregnated. Can you tell? Can you feel those sperm join with your eggs? Can you say preggers?" she barely whispered and then she fell asleep. For nine long months Ralph, now known as Bambi, endured. He had no choice. He was a beautiful, blonde, pregnant bimbo who was obligated to do anything his wife told him to do. During the day he cleaned and kept house for them. He wore only skimpy, sexy, uniforms, usually what was known as a French Maid outfit. This included a low cut dress with a short, fluffy skirt in various colors, fishnet hose, colored lace undies and very high, spike heeled shoes. She even did the shopping in this getup. Evenings she worked at the topless bar down the street. Here she waited tables wearing only skyscraper heels and a thong. When she was not waitressing, she worked on stage or in one of the dancer cages suspended high above the dance floor. Somehow she thought her appeal would diminish as her figure became more and more pregnant, but that did not seem to be the case. It seemed a shapely, curvy honey with a pregnant belly was a very popular fetish with some of the men. They loved to run their hands over her nearly naked body and as much as she hated it, she knew she had to let them to avoid any punishments when she got home. All of her tips went to Mary and she was expected to bring home a generous amount each night. As her time drew closer and her breasts began to swell with milk it got even worse. Lap dances now often included playing with her boobs, sometimes even causing them to squirt milk. It became almost some kind of a contest among the men. Make Bambi squirt became the mantra in the club every night. She was not subjected to any more sexual escapades, except for a lot of serious frenching of Mary. No one relieved Bambi of any built up libidinous desires she might have, but she herself did certainly become very talented at licking her partner to completion, night after long night. Then at last, one evening, she found her self lying flat on a padded couch. Her arms were fastened to the sides of the couch with soft leather cuffs at wrists and elbows. Her head was held in place by a leather strap. Two more straps crossed her body above and below her swollen, milk filled breasts. Her legs were raised up and out and fastened into what Mary had called the stirrups. Two women attended her now, Mary and a large older woman in a nurse's uniform. "Nancy is a mid-wife," Mary informed her. "She will attend to you as you give birth to our twins. This will be a natural child birth all the way and I suspect, what with the labor and all, we are talking about as much as ten hours of labor and then the actual delivery." Bambi screamed until she was hoarse. She begged for relief as the two women just told her to breath deeply and to bear down. She did, but she still found time, breath and strength to scream some more as one after another the two babies forced their way our of her straining vagina. She felt like she was being torn apart when the first twin arrived and before she could recover she had to do it all over again. Afterwards, Mary shared with Bambi the future she had planned out for them both. Ralph would remain Bambi as long as she was lactating. Her breast milk would be used to feed and suckle the twins until she finally dried up and they could be weaned. It would take about two years. If Bambi was good, Mary would then use one of her remaining wishes to return Ralph to his original body. She would even give him back his free will. "Of course," Mary said, "If you get out of hand again after I wish you back, I can always wish you to become Bambi again. Did you ever figure out how many wishes I have? I told you it would be important. I just might not have enough wishes to bring you back to Ralph a second time. You might think about that. You could wind up being Bambi for the rest of your life.