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The Envy Skull?Part 2
Continuing the story and idea of Allison Voorhees, the use of the Envy Skull
takes on new and unforeseen twists. Michael and his girlfriend Candice
become targets of a vengeful cheerleader. You MUST read the original
story to understand this story. It is the original genius of Allison Voorhees
that brought us such a fresh idea. This attempt is to continue that story, and
generate some excitement about this forgotten storyline. Please feel free to
comment about this story. The direction it goes in is still not set in stone.
More than anything, I hope this inspires more people to write about this and
other ideas.
Candice was spending the night at my place. She needed to be close by in case
something caused by the Skull Pendant needed to be reversed. She was my
protection. We were experimenting all night. She had to figure out how to phrase
each of her wishes for the desired result.
First, she said, "I wish your mom wouldn't think that it was strange that I'm
spending tonight, a school night, over here. I also wish that my mom also didn't
have a problem with it." To check to see how well she phrased it, she called her
mom. Her mom told her to have fun at my house, but remember she still had school
in the morning. Candice laughed and told me that she didn't even have to worry
about a change of clothes, because the skull could provide her a fresh outfit for
school tomorrow.
With that out of the way, she began to think her kinky thoughts again. I had already
told her that I was willing to find out what it was like to be a woman "all the way." I
could see her deep in thought. The smirk ran across her face as she said, "I wish that
I had a deep, hypersensitive vagina, and that I was still a virgin." With that wish, I
felt the last remaining vestiges of my manhood, pull in and reshape. It was scary
and thrilling at the same time. She then said, "I wish that you were very studly, with
a ten incher." My eyes grew as she sprouted an appendage the likes of those only
seen in porn movies. She quickly followed with, "I wish that you could keep it up
as long as you wish and that it turned me on more than anything in the world." With
that, I knew that I was in for a long night. I also became very wet at the sight of her
manhood.
She and I were already hot as we started. When she entered me, I couldn't think
clearly. First pain, then unbelievable pleasure. All I could do was kiss her, wrap my
legs around her, and pull her into me. The sensations were overwhelming. I kept
kissing her rapidly, making all sorts of feminine moans and noises. Feverishly, I
kept meeting her, bucking and convulsing rapidly. I needed her so badly. I had
never experienced anything such as this. The pleasure from between my legs was
driving me frantically to an earth-shattering climax. However, it wasn't stopping. It
kept on coming. It seemed to build forever. After about 20 minutes of not being
able to focus on anything else, she told me that it was time. I didn't even hear what
she was saying. I was so focused on this euphoric sensation. Suddenly, I felt her
climax deep inside of me. I pulled, squeezed; used all these new muscles to milk
her. The rush of the entire experience was addictive. I couldn't seem to stop myself.
As she began to pull out, I was still rapidly kissing her and trying to pull her back
in. I never wanted this feeling to end. She pulled away, out of my arms. I felt
empty. I needed more. I needed it more than anything else in the world.
We went through this ritual two more times that night. If this is being a woman all
the way, count me in. We collapsed and slept the last two hours before we had to
get up for school. She must have woken up before me, because when I awoke both
of us were back to our normal selves. She must have started wishing us back, before
I woke up. She looked at me with a smile.
I told her that I had never experienced so much pleasure before. I told her that I
thought nothing could compare to what happened last night. She said with a smile,
"Give me some time, I can already think of some things." I told her I couldn't wait.
We quickly scarffed down breakfast and headed off for school. Both of us were so
into each other. It seemed that we bonded even more. Time passed so quickly that
we were at school before we knew it. We were just staring longingly at each other
when our thoughts were rudely interrupted.
"Awe?look at the two freaky Goth lovebirds?isn't it sweet?makes me wanna
wretch."
It was Jenny Hastings, the head cheerleader. "Goofy freaks of nature, you are.
You'll probably get married and have even freakier Goth kids. How sickening?"
she finished. Candice looked at me and said, "Michael, guess what Jenny's
thinking????Nothing, cause she's an empty headed, cheerleading bimbo."
"Empty headed?!?!?BIMBO!!!" Jenny screamed. A teacher rushed over, so Jenny
couldn't do anything. She turned around and stormed off. As she did, she mumbled
something under her breath. Candice said, "What was that, Jenny, I can't read your
thoughts?you know?blank slate." We couldn't see Jenny's face, but we knew she
was pissed.
As Jenny left, she had a frown that was turning into a confused look. Even though
she had left, she could almost hear the freaky Goth conversation. Almost like she
knew what they were thinking. As Michael and Candice calmed down, she began to
understand why. Before this, she didn't even know their names. As they continued
talking, Jenny started to understand all about the Skull Pendant. However, she was
trying to figure out why she knew what they were thinking. It seemed that she knew
specifically what Michael was thinking. Then it dawned on her. What she said when
she stormed off, mumbling under her breath. She had said, "I just wish you knew
what I was thinking." It triggered the skull, and now she knew what Michael was
thinking. She knew everything. She knew about last night. She knew about the
physical changes, and she knew about how the skull worked. A devious smile came
to her face as she began to plot her revenge for the empty-headed bimbo comments.
Jenny was a conniving and devious girl. She made the movie "Mean Girls" seem
like a love fest. She had to keep this all a secret, for it to work. She would soon
wreak her revenge on the unsuspecting couple. At the same time, she realized that
she could help herself out in the process.
The rest of the day seemed uneventful. However, one thought kept creeping back to
my mind. I couldn't stop myself from envisioning Candice with her ten incher. I
was so turned on. It was really freaking me out. Was I gay? The thought made me
hornier that anything I've ever experienced. I tried to focus on classes, schoolwork
or anything else that I could. All I could fantasize about was being impaled by her,
over and over. The thoughts were so erotic.
At the same time, off in a gym class, Jenny was being grossed out. Then, she busted
out laughing. "The Goth thinks that he is turning gay? well maybe I can help him
along. Just another thing to add to the list," she thought.
At lunch I had to go to the bathroom. As I walked through the door, something
weird happened. Jenny Hastings was standing there, in the boys' bathroom. I looked
at her and said, "You know Jenny, this is the BOYS bathroom." However, she
interrupted, "I know this is the BOYS bathroom," before I could even finish what I
was saying. It was weird. She looked at me and said, "I wish I kept quiet and stood
still until you told me it was ok to do otherwise. I also wish that no matter what you
and I do or say, nobody would notice anything wrong in this bathroom or even
know that either of us are here." Boys just kept coming in, doing their business and
then leaving, as if we weren't there. I started thinking, "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!
She knows about the Skull!"
"Oh shit is right. You bet I know about the skull and you can only guess what I'm
going to do. I also know everything that you are thinking. I accidentally triggered
the skull this morning, and now I know everything that pops into your freaky little
mind."
She took her own sweet time. She was tormenting me. She started, "I wish that after
I leave the bathroom, and I will leave the bathroom after doing my business, I will
forget all that has taken place here."
"I'm in deep shit," I thought. I couldn't run away, I couldn't speak and I wouldn't
remember that any of this happened. What else was this bitch going to do?
"So I'm a bitch? We'll see who's the real bitch when I'm done with you."
My own thoughts are betraying me. I won't even be able to guard my thoughts,
because I won't remember that she knows what they are, or about the skull.
"I wish," she paused, thinking out what she was going to say. It was driving me
nuts. It was just to torment me further. "I wish that when you say, "Michael thinks,"
you will be able to implant the next thought in my brain. It will be as if that thought
was my very own. This will allow you to change my thoughts and thought patterns.
I wish that no matter how you change yourself or me that I will never be able to
figure out how, why, or that these things were happening at all, and that only you
can change them back. They will all be natural, as if no change has occurred. I wish
that you had a perfect set of 36C breasts," she said.
I watched as her boobs grew, but then realized that she had always been that well
endowed. They looked as natural as always. Then to test another one of her wishes
she said, "Michael thinks that all the cheerleaders are hot, and that he's envious of
them and their bodies."
She looked at me, as I looked at her. "Boy she's hot," I thought. "She's got great
boobs, I kind of wish that I had boobs like hers."
Damn, did that last thought really come out of me?
She smiled a knowing smile.
She finished with, "I wish that I went straight to the bathroom, did my business,
washed my hands, and then promptly left feeling no different than when I came in."
With that she walked off. I watched her sashay out of the bathroom thinking that I
would kill to have an ass like that. When she opened the door, she looked back at
me with a smile. That smile was so disturbing. As I went to the bathroom, I felt
relieved that I made it. I wondered why was Jenny Hastings in the bathroom in the
first place and why was she talking to me. Then I left the bathroom to finish lunch.
Today had certainly been an uneventful one. However, I couldn't stop thinking
about Candice and her sexy cock. I was turned on more than ever.
In another corner of the lunchroom, Jenny's mind raced with evil thoughts. Smiling,
she came up with another form of slow torture?
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