Chaos Statue Requiem Part 2
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The Chaos Statue was originally introduced by the author known as "Zero
Cool" in 2006. It's been over 10 years since he's written anything that
has been archived at Fictionmania, so I took the liberty to add to the
Chaos Statue Universe with my first story on the site.
Chaos Statue: Requiem
We all have wishes. We all have dreams. Sometimes though, our dreams are
not our own. Sometimes, it's the wishes of others that permeate who we
are. We cannot help the things that happen to us. All we can do is cope
with them, and hope for the best.
Trina was a junker. She loved antiques. She was unrelenting at flea
markets, garage and yard sales, and junk shops. That's where she found it.
She fell in love with it from the first moment that she laid eyes on it.
She knew her husband, David would likely hate it, but in her mind, his
opinion mattered least of all. The price tag made the statue seem too good
to be true. There were ornate engravings on the base and near the head of
the figure, and the stone itself seemed like it was likely at least a few
hundred years old. The shop owner didn't take his eyes off her. No one
would ever blame him. In her 35 years, she had always taken care of
herself. She was tall, fit, a gorgeous face, and a healthy head of
brunette hair. She paid the creepy little man that was eyeballing her for
the statue and headed home. It would be the perfect piece for to decorate
the new curio cabinet that she found a few weeks ago.
David didn't have a lot of time on his own. He knew that Trina would be
back and he needed time to try to get off before she got back home. He sat
in front of the computer where he would spend hours playing games, but
while Trina was gone, he was going to rub one out. She all but flat out
refused to sleep with him anymore. They had been married for just over 10
years and he really let himself go. He could see his pseudo-reflection in
the monitor and it wasn't pretty. He was so round and short. Some girls
at work, he overheard them calling him disgusting. He was greying, fat,
and turning into more and more of a pervert each day. He watched the porn
on his computer continue to unfold and his breath got shallow, his heart
began to beat faster, and as he stroked his small cock, a load of jizz
sprayed onto his keyboard.
As he reached for a towel, the kitchen door opened. David scrambled for
his pants as he heard Trina call out to him, "David, I'm home!" She did
this more as a courtesy to herself. She knew what he was probably doing in
his so-called office. David managed to get his boxers on even though they
were inside out. Trina poked her head into the office door. He was still
fumbling his pants onto his legs. "David, can you help me bring in a load
from the car?" She almost laughed because she pretty much caught him in
the act. If she'd have been there two minutes earlier, she might have
really embarrassed him and caught him jerking off.
"Sure, sweetheart." David didn't know why Trina stuck with him. He knew
that Trina was onto him. He was certain that she knew exactly what he had
been up to. He walked out to the car and helped her bring in a few loads
of junk. "Trina, what's the deal with that statue? It's super-heavy." She
smirked at him. "Yeah, and it's about half your height. Look. I know it's
a lot of stuff to bring in, but I'm just trying to keep our place looking
classy. That's more than I can say for you."
Scoffing, David retorted, "You don't have to be mean."
"Grow a backbone, David, and get ready. Aren't Mark and Stephanie coming
over for dinner? God, I wish everything was already ready for tonight,"
sighed Trina.
David and Trina both blinked, and when they open their eyes the table was
set, the food was ready, and David was dressed and cleaned up for the
evening. Trina's mouth hung open. David tugged at his clothes and smelled
under his own pits making sure that he wasn't dreaming up being ready for
tonight.
"David, did that just happen?" asked Trina.
"I think so...you should make another wish Trina," he suggested.
"I wish we were multi-millionaires," she wished.
Nothing. Nothing happened at all. Well, it was worth a shot. Who knows
what happened?
"Oh well," interrupted David, "we tried. I wish you knew how to make the
wishes work, but it is what it is, I suppose."
With David's wish, the flood of knowledge entered Trina's brain. She knew
exactly how the wishes worked. It was the statue--the one sitting in her
new curio cabinet, and she knew that it was via alternating wishes. So,
someone else must make a wish before you can make one again. That makes
the statue chaotic at best. She also learned that the wishes do not have
to be spoken out loud for them to be granted. They just need to start with
"I wish..." either out loud or in the mind of someone near the Chaos
Statue.
Trina smiled a devilish smile and looked at David's roly-poly body. Then
she thought a wish she knew would be in the spirit of the chaos embedded
in the statue. In her mind, she wished, "I wish David's pathetic cock were
replaced with a dripping, wet pussy." Her and David blinked again as
reality shifted. David felt a twinge between his thighs.
He reached in between his thighs to scratch, and nothing was there. Well,
something was there, but it wasn't at all what he expected. His fingers
brushed up against his new moist, wet slit, and he was bombarded by a wave
of new sensations. Trina smiled at him.
"Is everything alright, David?" she asked.
He was about to answer when the doorbell rang, and it was Mark and
Stephanie.
Mark was tall, athletic, and basically everything that David wasn't.
Stephanie was a bombshell. She was short, blonde, and had a beautiful pair
of breasts and an ass to match. David felt so awkward knowing that this
was a dinner party he'd have to spend with a pussy that just longs to be
filled.
Mark and Stephanie walked in, handed David the bottle of wine they brought
as a host's gift for David and Trina. Mark looked at the spread at the
table, and turned to Trina. "Trina," he said, "this spread is amazing! I
wish Stephanie had a brain like yours. If she could throw a dinner party
like this, we would be the talk of our little subdivision."
That wish was cause the normally sweet and slightly reserved Stephanie to
feel a bit bitchier. She looked at Trina, and she knew the secret of the
statue. It was like she and Trina were in perfect sync. She looked at
Trina, and she spoke her wish out loud, "I wish that Trina and I were the
only two people that the statue would listen to tonight."
A blink, a ripple in reality.
Trina smiled at Stephanie. "Good call, Stephanie. I think we are in for a
great evening of fun. I wish we knew our husband's fantasies."
After an influx of knowledge, Trina shakes her head at David. "David.
David. David," she teased, "I was right to get rid of your little member.
You are one perverted little man. Well, I mean you're not a man anymore.
You've always wished you could control me to the nth degree. You would
have kept me locked in a cage if you could have. No Sir. I'm the one in
control now."
Stephanie walked over to Mark and stood over him while he sat at the
table. "And you, Marky. You were controlling and manipulating me with your
every word. All you wanted to do to me was domesticate me and see me
pregnant, and turn me into your little baby making factory. I wish you
both were compelled to do whatever we tell you to do."
David was silent. He already knew that he was in trouble. This was bad.
Well, bad didn't begin to cover it. This was beyond his worse nightmare,
and he knew that things were only going to get worse. Mark on the other
hand smirked. He looked at Stephanie and then at Trina, and he made the
mistake speaking, "Girls, I don't know what kind of power you think you
have over us, but come on--being compelled to do whatever you say?
Honestly. Steph, honey, I think we showed up in the middle of some sort of
domestic incident. Let's get our coats and go home. Alright? Enough it
enough."
Trina's mouth hung open. She couldn't believe that Mark had the audacity.
It was time to test out that last wish, and she thought of the perfect
way. "Mark, don't talk. Just stand still." Try as he might, Mark could not
move. He was forced to stay in that one spot. He even attempted to talk,
but all he could do is grunt. He was incapable at that moment of
formulating any words whatsoever. "David," Trina turned her attention,
"get on your knees in front of Mark and remove his pants and underwear."
Tears started to stream down David's face. "Please, don't make me," he
muttered. Trina looked at him in mock sympathy. "Oh, poor you..." David's
body moved automatically. He was on his hands and knees crawling over to
Mark. His hands worked at Mark's belt and then unfastened the slacks that
Mark was wearing. Mark was grunting desperately as his pants were removed.
Then his boxers. Mark's flaccid cock hung there. Trina looked at the
slobbering sobs of her husband. "David," she continued, "stroke and suck
Mark's cock."
David panicked. "I don't want to do this please. I can't!" However, his
chubby fingers moved up to find Mark's long, limp member and began
stroking it. Stephanie interrupted, "Oh, I can't watch or listen to these
complaints anymore. I wish that David had the voice and eagerness of a
slutty pornstar who's addicted to cock!"
With that, David felt his vocal cords tighten in his neck. His sob and
grunts turn into moans of pleasure, and there was nothing that he could do
about it. He began to suck Mark's cock like a pro, and Mark's cock
responded like it was being sucked like a pro. Mark closed his eyes, and
listening to the feminine moans of David's new voice, he almost forgot a
man was sucking his cock. He was brought back to reality when he heard
Trina say, "He sure is enjoying that blow job, Steph."
Mark looked at Trina and Stephanie with a panicked look on his face. He
couldn't believe that one of his best friends was sucking his cock. He
was going to blow his salty load into David's mouth and there was nothing
that he could do about it. He just shook his head and his eyes looked at
them pleadingly. Trina and Stephanie walked over to either side of Mark
and put a hand on either of his shoulders. They looked down as David
slurped and sucked. Trina looked down at her sorry excuse for a husband.
"David, when his cock blows into your mouth, I want you to swallow every
single drop." David just shook is head and sucked harder and faster. He
stroked that cock and Mark's breathing got heavier and faster. He was
going to blow any second. "I wish," Trina began, "that this will be the
biggest load that Mark has ever blown."
Mark's breathing got shallower still. His balls slightly expanded, and
David began to massage them and lick them. He stroked and slurped and
sucked, and then Mark began to shoot streams of hot cum into David's
mouth. David swallowed that huge, salty load with everything that he had.
The girls both laughed. "Those are some good boys!" exclaimed Stephanie.
"That's right, Steph...except that David isn't a boy anymore, and hasn't
been for hours," Trina giggled. She continued, "David take off your pants
and show Steph your wet pussy."
David began to fumble with his pants. He pulled them off and there was a
big wet spot on his boxers. David's pussy juices soaked through is grey
cotton boxers. Then he pulled them down and showed Stephanie his chubby,
wet slit. The smell of his pussy juices was overwhelming. Stephanie was
grinning ear to ear when she saw this. "Lay down on the couch, David," she
commanded. "Start fingering yourself," she went on. David was incapable of
disobeying, and his fingers moved to his sensitive, feminine slit. He ran
them over his new clit and shuddered. His new womanly voice moaned as he
touched himself.
"David, this is amazing!" Stephanie exclaimed, "I wish I were a man so
that I could fuck that sloppy pussy." Stephanie's body began to shift and
change. Her chest deflated and began to sprout hairs. She grew taller.
Much taller--6 and a half feet tall in fact. Her jawline squared, and her
hair darkened. It got much shorter. Her clothes began to shift into a
suit. "Fuck. Mark, I don't even have my dick yet and I'm already more man
than you." Mark began to look very uneasy. Stephanie's face begins to
spout hair and grows a full beard. She sits down on the couch next to
David while his fingers work wildly in his lady parts. Stephanie's hands
begin to move over David's fat little body.
Trina watched as Stephanie in her new manly form began to caress David's
inner thigh as he continued to work away at that pussy of his. Trina said,
"I wish David had some small perky breasts for you to play with, Stephanie."
With that, David's chest began to perk up and his nipples popped up.
Stephanie's new baritone voice said, "Now those are an amazingly perfect
set of tits on our chubby little girl. The only problem is that I don't
really like the fat. I wish David would be considered a sexy girl by most,
but that he would keep his current memory and personality." Stephanie in
her new body bit her bottom lip as David's body began to change even more
than it already had. His fat redistributed and moved around to his ass,
but most of it disappeared entirely. His hair began to cascade past his
shoulders and looked like a healthy brunette. His body looked athletic. He
would be a prize for any man in his current form.
Stephanie began to feel her new cock really harden when she looked at
David's new body. She began to disrobe out of her new clothes. She stood
towering over David and turned to Mark and said, "Watch closely, Honey,
I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a woman." Mark still could not
move.
To be continued...
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