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Wishbone — Changing Wife

By Paladin

“What’s that?” My wife asked.

It was a reasonable question. ‘That’ looked like just a plain old chunk of bone of some sort that came out of a small box I got in the mail. I held the bone in one hand and read the letter with the other. I started laughing out loud as I read parts of the note.

“Geeze, this hilarious. It’s from my crazy cousin Jonathon. According to this, this is the ‘Devil’s knuckle bone’—Oooo, and it grants wishes. Ummm, there is a bunch of stuff here about where it supposedly came from—lopped off Satan’s finger in an epic war, specially treated by an ancient sorcerer, given to unwitting souls by lesser demons... god this is funny. Hmmm... says here that he had used it for a while and had a lot of fun with it. Yeesh—if this is at all true, it seems like he lived a real Hugh Hefner dream life. Heh. Get this—he claims he had to get rid of it before demons reclaimed it. Seems he was using it so much it was pissing off the devil. As if, right?”

“OK, “I continued. “He says that to use it, I just need to hold it and make a wish out loud while looking at the target subject. That’s easy enough. I wish you were blonde.” I said with a chuckle as I pointed at my wife. When her hair suddenly went blonde, I froze and dropped the bone like it was red hot.

She was laughing until she saw the expression on my face. “What’s wrong Will?” She turned to look in a mirror on the wall and screamed. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god!”

I quickly grabbed the bone and said “I wish you were back to your usual color!” And in an instant, it was back to her greying dark brown. We wrapped our arms around each other and took a moment to settle down. “That... that was scary!” I panted.

“Yeah.” Deborah gasped. “Scary.” She did not sound quite as sure about that as I did, and unless I was mistaken, she was pressing herself against me a little in a rather intimate way. She let out a small moan as she closed her eyes, and I felt her shiver in my arms.

“Deb? Are you OK? Why are you shaking?”

“I... I... um... God, Will, I am just so turned on!” I just held her at arm’s length and looked at her. “I’m sorry I never told you but stories where people change things about themselves or others just... they just... Well, they just get me all tingly and aroused. I’m sorry!” She sobbed as she sank back onto my chest. I patted her head and cooed to her, reassuring her that it was OK, that we cannot always control what turns us on. After a bit, we were snuggling as we stood in the living room.

“Did you mean what you said, about not being embarrassed about what turned me on?” I reassured her that such was the case. “Great!” She snatched the bone from my hand. “I wish I was blonde!” When nothing happened, she looked at me.

“Cousin Jonathan did mention in the instructions that you cannot change yourself.” She thrust the bone at me. I took it and pointed at her. “I wish you were blonde.” Instantly, she was again. This time, I was more prepared for it. “I wish your hair was lighter in color, down to your mid back, straight and silky.” Immediately her short, rather dry hair grew into that of a shampoo commercial.

Deb tossed her head, laughing as she felt her new hair fly around her face. “I love it! It feels so great!” I could tell that her nipples were stiff even under her sweatshirt. “Do something else to me!”

“Like what?” I asked.

“I don’t care—anything you want! Make me younger or something!” It was hard to turn her down normally. It was impossible to deny her when she was so excited.

“I wish you were, uh... nineteen years old.” In an instant, my forty year-old wife was a teen again. She lost a lot of weight in the process but kept her new hair. her skin cleared and tightened, her eyes got brighter, she lost a couple inches of height but her breasts firmed up a lot to help make up for it as far as I could see under her clothes.

She grabbed me and we ran into the bedroom, where she slipped off the ill-fitting clothes and stared at her newly thin and rejuvenated body in the mirror. I was right behind her, staring with my jaw wide open. “This is sooo rad!” I immediately noticed that she sounded a lot younger, and seemed to be talking like a teen. I remembered my wish was not that she LOOK 19, but that she WAS 19. That seems to have made a difference.

Then, she crossed her arms over her newly firm but smallish tits. “Um... this is going to sound weird, but... I don’t think I’m really comfortable with you being in the room while I’m naked. I mean, like, I know we’re married, but... you’re pretty old. It’s more like you’re, like, my dad or something.” I reached out to touch her and she visibly flinched. “I’m sorry, William! I know it shouldn’t bother me, but something just feels... wrong somehow. Could you please, could you please let me get dressed?”

I was heading to the door when I remembered the bone. “I wish you still thought of me as your husband, loved me as much as ever, and that I made you hot.” OK, that may have been a bit overboard, but when she gave me a 1,000 watt smile and hugged me, I stopped worrying about it. i worried about it a lot less when she grabbed my hard cock through my slacks. Mumbling about me being overdressed, she began to slip my things off until my cock popped into view—at which point she gave me a blow job.

There are a few things I need to note about the blow job. First, it was my first ever. We’d been married for twenty years, but it was almost all pretty vanilla sex and never any oral. Second, I have no idea how she knew how to do it, but she gave me a porn-quality blow job! Enthusiastic, wet, noisy, frequent eye contact, lots of hands-on action, sliding, twisting... every trick I have seen on those videos I of course never ever watch. Third, well, I did not last long. Within in couple minutes, I was holding her head and grunting as I blew what was for me a very large load. She smacked audibly and swallowed it all.

Then she sat down in bed beside me and begged me to change something else. Damn, I could barely think of my own name and she was hot to trot with more experiments. OK, fine. Be that way. “I wish you had long fingernails and that your finger and toenails were painted bright red.”

She giggled and made fun noises over her new mani/pedi, and stroked her long nails on my chest. “That was cool, daddio, but come on. Do something... interesting.”

Interesting. She was making my blood pressure rise and she wanted me to think of something—interesting—? “I wish you had no hair below your neck and perfect skin.” And like that, she was as bald as a billiard ball. Now THAT was INTERESTING. I began to stroke her incredibly smooth skin and kiss her neck. I nudged her legs apart and began to stroke the first ever perfectly smooth pussy I ever felt and was really enjoying the experience.

“T-That’s more like it, but maybe something... bigger?” She cooed as I slid a couple fingers in her tight teen pussy.

“Tell you what, hon. Let me try out your new body a bit, and for every orgasm I have, I’ll change something you want changed. OK?”

She smiled at me and opened her legs. I got into position and she guided me in and it felt so wonderful—she was so tight and so hot and so wet and it felt so good and I tried to shove a little because she was so tight and it made my cockhead rub against her really slick lips and just on the insides of her pussy, just at the lips and it felt so good so I pushed harder and harder...

Suddenly I popped in and was almost immediately stopped, something was bloc... oh my god? Could it be? “Deb... are you a virgin again?”

“MMMmmm. It feels soo good! I guess so. Like, I was a virgin when I was nineteen the first time, so, yeah?” Oh god oh god oh god... I gathered my courage and shoved! She yelped and my cock broke through and it felt so good and hot and slippery and she was moaning and twisting and bucking and we were fucking and fucking and fucking and she was cumming and cumming and then I was cumming and we were screaming and then we were moaning and hugging and... and... and then we were laying there, sweaty and exhausted, and content.

For about five minutes before Deb sat up and said “Now you owe me a big change, right?” I started to beg off until she started up in ‘teen mode’. “Please please please? You promised! Please please PLEASE?”

I dug around for the bone and grabbed it in my almost boneless fingers. “Fine. I wish your tits were F cups” and nearly dropped it out of exhaustion. I was soon really glad I was facing her because otherwise I would have missed her modest bouncy B-cups to fabulously formed but a bit floppy F’s. “I wish they were beautiful and shapely, and did not cause you any problems.” Her funbags were now firm, fat, fantastic forms that filled her out fully. She started playing with them and got lost in her own boob-filled world for a bit. I was pooped but watching was enough to remind my cock that it was still alive.

“These are wonderful! So, how about I tit-fuck you so I can have another wish?” I guess my groan was enough of an answer for her because she pouted adorably. “Geeze. You’re no fun like this.” I moaned in her general direction.

Her eyes lit up and her frown turned upside down. She lunged over, almost throwing herself off the bed as her unfamiliarly heavy tits threatened to pull her over the side. She giggled and recovered... holding the bone. A sudden chill came over me.

“I wish you were a twenty year-old bodybuilder.” I felt a surge of energy course through me, and I felt like I had not felt in years. “And I wish you had a big cock—one that was almost too big for me no matter what my shape was.” Now my cock grew, and grew, and grew. It felt like a third arm jammed in my groin but realistically it looked more like a really large salami. “And I wish you had big balls that were full of yummy cum.” My testicles swelled up and I would swear I could feel the sperm sloshing around in them. “And...” Good god, there was MORE?? “And that he could get hard again over and over as much as he wants!” Something tingled in my crotch. “And...” I grabbed the damned bone from her hand before she turned me into a some sort of bull-man.

“No, now you give me another orgasm before I give you another wish. Hell, the way I see it, you owe me a few to cover all the wishes you made.

She looked up at me and sort of sniffled. “Did I do something wrong? Don’t you like what I did to you?” Hmmm, she asked a good question. DID I like it? I looked in the mirror and saw myself as a solid slab of young muscle with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. I flexed an arm and the guns came out. I looked down and smiled at the giant appendage thrusting itself out of my groin.

“I do like it. You did good. OK, so help me out and I’ll give you another wish, OK?” She smiled and wrapped her huge tits around my rigid shaft. She was big, but I was almost bigger, so the plum head of my cock popped out with every stroke. She kissed or licked it each time and soon I willed myself to grant her a pearl necklace. I swear she came rather violently when my jism hit her. God this was going to be fun!

“Let’s see... I wish... I wish you were a gorgeous, adorable, cute, California beach babe, still busty, blonde and nineteen, still hot for me.” It was amazing to watch the change ripple over her. Her skin turned a beautiful tan, her muscles toned up, her proportions tweaked so she had a more defined waist and perky butt, and her breasts somehow got even better looking. She also suddenly had a hot pink bikini that would probably be illegal in most states. The biggest change, however, was her face.

Deborah was gorgeous in my mind, but on the grand scale of things she was just above average. As the ripples finished up, though, she was beautiful! Big blue eyes, a perfect nose, high cheekbones, photogenic smile, and brilliant white teeth. She could be a model for almost anything—toothpaste to toenail polish, rom-com to porn.

I could not help myself. I pointed the bone at her and said “I wish you were horny, came like a freight train, and could swallow me whole.” She began to pant and grabbed my hand as she pulled herself into me, kissing me wetly all over my face even as her hands were massaging my fat cock. I untied her tiny top and bottoms and began to suckle her thick nipples as she moaned and wriggled against me. I pushed her over to suck and lick at her juicy pussy. It was delicious and she was enthusiastically responsive! She maneuvered herself to get down her throat, and let me tell you—it felt wonderful! Thanks to the magic of the knucklebone, my thick meat was jammed in her throat and every swallow massaged every last inch of it. She could shove it down, but she still needed to breath, so she would s-l-o-w-l-y pull her head off and suck just the tip as she caught her breath before she would s-l-i-d-e it back in.

We were both getting close and seemed to be in sync for a massive orgasm. I triggered hers maybe a bit earlier and it made her gag on my cock a bit, which shoved me over the edge as well. She pulled it out before I was done pumping my cum, and she was squirting in response to hers so we made quite the mess on the bed. Deb had never squirted before—I wasn’t sure if that was the result of one of the wishes or just the sexiness of the situation, but it was a hell of a lot of fun!

Thanks to her wishes, I was still hard and wanted a chance at fucking her stupid, and thanks to mine, she was ready and willing! I repositioned myself and she pulled her feet up behind her head, rolling her hips up and making her lower lips open and ready for me. I started to slide myself in, trying to relish every millimeter of this. God, she was tight! I had to push a bit to get the fat head of my cock inside her—I’d swear I heard a ‘pop!’ as it did. She was hot and wet and welcoming... then she began to work her inner muscles.

Now, Deb and I had two kids, both grown and living away. She practiced Kegels before and after to help with the childbirth and recovery. For a while before the kids, we’d practice on my then much smaller cock. It felt pretty good. Fast forward to today and her much younger, more toned, and more enthusiastic organ. She wielded her weapon with an inborn mastery! She rippled it against me, had it alternate between sucking me in and trying to force me out. She squeezed me hard enough that I almost winced. She was also making the most amazing faces as she did this! A video of just her facial expressions during this time would probably make us a buncha money.

We were now both young, strong, and nearly inexhaustible. For a while, I picked up her hips and nearly pile-drove myself straight down into her. At one point, she was riding me backwards like a bucking bronco and I was doing my damndest to throw her off. We fell onto the floor and did not stop. I fucked her across the room until her head bonked against a wall and we did not stop. I fucked her up the wall until we were both standing and we did not stop. We fucked sideways and downways and upways and every other ways we could think of. I don’t know how many times she came—she wet me down about five or six times. I do know that I came an even dozen times. Some were fairly quiet—pleasurable shivers and squirts, some were a bit painful, but most were deeply satisfying, bull-roaring, gushers of climaxes.

We called a truce around midnight. We took a playful shower together then she went to get us something to drink and nibble on (besides each other—we were, after all, tasty but not nutritious) and I changed the funky sheets. We collapsed and slept like the dead until I felt her sucking on me as my alarm went off.

“Change me some more!” She said around sucks.

“Deb, honey, I will gladly change you as much as you want, but dear—we have to go to work in aBOUT an hour.” She tweaked my cock somehow to make me squeal. She sucked harder, so I willed myself to cum and shuffled her off to wash up again as I looked for the bone. I was beginning to panic before I found it in the soiled linens. I wished her back to normal... mostly. I kept the parts of her that were going to be covered up younger and healthier, and left her with the great skin in most places. She also had slightly perkier and more sensitive titties, which she would probably discover later today.

I tossed her the thing and she wished me back as well. The little snot was screwing around though. I pulled my pants on and several inches of leg showed. When I mentioned it, she adjusted my height, but then dropped my weight by a bunch so my pants and shirt didn’t fit. “Damn it woman! I gotta get to work and I would really like to not have to explain anything.” She laughed and made a couple final wishes that did about the same for me that I did for her. I have to say, it felt good to be able to keep most of that monster cock—but I was also glad I did not have to shove that whole thing in my pants or deal with the consequences of such a massive hard on.

During the day, I kept thinking of things to try with the bone. I was really glad I had locked it up at home before I left, though, because some of my thoughts were drifting to some of my co-workers. I’d dreamt of bending Tara over the copier for years and now I could actually make that a reality. I was going to have to make sure to keep that thing locked up, wasn’t I?

When I got home, struggling to keep the speed to close to the limit, I asked my wife if we had anything going on that night. I was already working the lockbox when she said the night was clear. By the time she came into the bedroom to see what I was doing, I already had the bone out and was pointing it at her.

“I wish you were a petite but very busty Japanese teen barely fluent in English. Your name is Keiko, and you are my Geisha sex slave wife.” Deb rippled again. She shrunk from 5′8″ to probably about 5′2″ or even less. She got younger in a very different way this time and her hair grew out in long, straight black locks. Her blouse became a full kimono with a wide red sash and white makeup bloomed over her adorable face. I could not see her body but the kimono swelled or cinched in intriguing ways. The whole thing was finished off by tall wooden clog-like shoes.

“Thank you Master Will’am-san. Keiko is most grateful for her changes. How may Keiko service you now?” She kept her eyes down as she said this in an absolutely stupid hot accent.

“To start with, bring me a cold drink, then finish supper. When I am fed and the dishes are done, we will discuss more interesting options.” She bowed gracefully, then walked away with small steps and a fascinating shimmy in her tiny hiney.

Supper that night was great. She served me, fed me, blotted my lips, washed my face, hands, and feet in warm scented water then did the dishes and cleaned up with an amazing efficiency. As she cleaned, I set the stage in the bedroom with scarves over a lamp, a candle warmer of some vaguely Asiatic fragrance we had, and put some light Eastern music on Pandora. I stripped down to my skivvies and waited.

She was worth the wait. She entered the room and bowed to me, then stepped forward to bow to my crotch. She asked me permission to touch me, then asked my cock permission to touch it. She began to stroke it though the cloth like she was modeling some sort of easily bruised clay—soft touches and caresses, seeming to shape it into fullness. It was still about halfway between the massive meat she gave me yesterday and the almost average size penis I had just before that and she was apparently determined to get it as close to the huge version as she could.

Once I was good and hard, she eased my briefs off, kissing the exposed skin with delicate butterfly kisses that made my muscles twitch, then she came up and flutter-kissed my shaft up and down as she caressed my balls as if they were, I dunno, baby hamsters? (Big baby hamsters, you know, but hopefully you get the idea.) She transitioned to sucking on the head and first several inches of my cock, becoming more and more focused, more driven to accomplish that task.

I guided her head up and kissed her brilliantly painted but somewhat smudged lips. Keiko’s lips were so much smaller than Deb’s that I was excited by the sheer newness and novelty of the situation. The unfamiliar taste of her lipstick just added spice to the mix. I began to fumble with the unfamiliar fastenings of the kimono as she moaned. I was about ready to just rip the dang thing off when she undid hidden hooks and buttons and the bulk of it slid away.

From this angle I could not clearly see all of her, but what I saw, I loved. Her slender, smooth back led to small but perky buttocks which flowed to sculpted legs. I felt her large, warm chest and pebble nipples against me as she began to rub the crinkly hairs around her heat-emitting core against my shaft.

With a final kiss, she rose up and her large breasts bounced appealingly. When she saw how much I enjoyed it, she began to shift her shoulders to make them dance and sway for me. Even as I was otherwise engaged, she grasped my cock and eased it into her. If I thought she was tight last night, I was sadly mistaken. Keiko was a much smaller woman, with a much tighter and apparently virginal pussy. She sat on me rather hard to force the head in, then hammered herself on me up to her barrier. She got me to focus on her eyes as she stared right at me, then lifted herself and THRUST herself down, driving me several inches past her thrice ruptured hymen. She closed her eyes and I waited, seeing wetness under her eyelids.

“Are you OK, Keiko?” She nodded, then began to squirm her hips a bit.

“Did you know, Master Will’am-san, that this one remembers how to do, what is the word? Kegel exercises from her other selves? And did you know that this one has also had training in how to please a man? Training that includes how to use her hidden gifts?” She stumbled trying to say that, mixing her words up and butchering pronunciation, but when I figured out what she said, my eyes opened wide—which was apparently her cue.

She began to shift her shoulders, then her waist, then her hips, looking sort of like a snake trying to shimmy its way out of its skin. Then the movement began to translate to her internal muscles and shimmy up one side of my cock then the other. She rotated her shoulders, and somehow duplicated the motion inside herself against me. She humped her hips and chest upwards, making her large breasts bounce, and again, did the same thing internally, rubbing on the sensitive bottom of my shaft.

Then... she began to move up and down again slowly while alternating between the other things... and I lost it. I was squirting deep inside her over and over. She would let me rest a moment and do it again until I almost passed out. The damn minx still looked fresh as a daisy, other than the sheen of sweat on her skin.

She lay down against me, fitting against me in marvelous ways. “Is Master-san happy with his slave?” I nodded slowly and wearily. “Would he grant her a boon?” That woke me up a bit.

“What would you like, my precious Keiko?”

“May this one borrow the bone to make some wishes?” It made me nervous, but I trusted my wife, no matter what her shape was. I handed her the bone and tried to prepare myself.

“I wish you looked like George Clooney in his prime, with a cock that completely filled my tight little cunny, and could last as long as I do. I also wish you were great at taking care of my sexual needs.” OK, that did not sound so bad, especially spoken with her sexy accent. I felt the ripples and was again infused with energy and felt strong and young again—it felt great! I also felt...

Keiko’s delicate petals seemed to call out to me. I bent over and kissed her fragrant lips as gently as I could. I began to whisper things to her lower lips, fluttering my tongue and lips on her. My fingers found almost magical points to stroke and caress, making her moan and move and bring me excitement in return. I began to fondle her smooth buttocks, which sort of surprised me as I was never really into ass play before and did not think Deb was either. Nonetheless, I stroked and fondled the taut globes as I continued worshipping her innermost folds.

One hand was exploring her turgid nipples, my tongue was deep inside her, and I suddenly found that I was slipping a finger to her rosebud. I had moistened the finger with my saliva and her juices, and with a little exploration, it suddenly popped right in. The intrusion made Keiko shiver and hum happily so I slid the invader in and out in the same rhythm as my tongue. Hmmm, I added another finger to her ass, and repurposed my nipple fingers to help my tongue. Soon I had two fingers in her two openings, and was tonguing everything I could reach—including her taint and rosebud. Again, I had never tried anything like this before and was beginning to wonder what kind of idiot I was.

When I had her thoroughly worked up, I shifted position so I could kiss my way back to her beautiful face with extended detours for each perfect breast. By the time our lips locked, she was fanning herself and making an odd high-pitched moan. I knew somehow that she wanted to be taken doggie-style, another first for both of us. Keeping our kiss for as long as I could, I guided her into position at the edge of the bed and got behind her. I massaged her back with one hand as I guided my way in with the other. She was already grabbing at the sheets as I began to seesaw my cock in and out while also wagging it up and down. The motion engaged her clit and G-spot and ramped up her arousal rapidly. She was already shaking and squeaking with small climaxes, so I added some ass play to take her to the next level.

Kissing the small of her back, fucking her with my large cock and a couple fingers in her butt, and stroking her with my free hand took a lot of concentration on my part but it was worth it to feel her quivering and shaking and thrashing and moaning and keening through a series of climaxes, one rolling in after the other. It was time to up the ante, so I shoved her further onto the bed and climbed in after her for a different angle and more leverage. I summoned everything I could and just began to pound the fuck out of her, the noise of our bodies slapping together filling the room. I was pulling her hair to make her arch her back and slapping her buttocks like a cowboy in a rodeo.

She began to scream and strain every muscle in her body as her final, big orgasm hit and mine followed like a freight train a heartbeat later. I bellowed an animalistic roar and blew my large load as deep into her as we had ever felt before. She was nearly limp by the time I was done and all I could do was to collapse beside her.

I woke up the next morning still in the Clooney shape, with my Oriental doll next to me, one of her delicate hands wrapped around my morning wood. I nuzzled her salty neck, kissed my way down between her cleavage, sucked at her porcelain navel, and rubbed my nose in the few crinkly hairs above her cleft. She moaned and shifted, spreading her legs. They were thick and sticky with our fluids, but I still felt a desire to kiss and gently massage her there. I wanted her to jerk me off while I did so, and knew on one level that she was my sex slave, but on another level, I knew what she wanted and really wanted to give it to her. So, I gave her a nice, tingly wake-up orgasm and took her into the shower to wash up. It was rather interesting being in a situation where each of us was trying to serve the other in some way and it could have gone on a long time but my ‘get ready for work’ alarm reminder went off and nipped it in the bud.

That particular alarm meant I had to be in my car in twenty minutes to make it to work on time, so I really had to hustle. It wasn’t until I was getting dressed in poorly fitting clothes that I remembered we needed to change our bodies back. That created a bit of a conundrum, however, as I really did not want to change her because I knew she loved this body more than her original, and she really did not want to change me. In the end, though, she managed to get me reverted and that cleared my mind enough to do it back to her. I barely made it to work in time.

It was a slow day so I decided to make a matrix chart for Deb. In a matrix chart, you make a bunch of columns, one per attribute of what you are working on. For a chair, the columns might be something like material, main use, period, and style. then you fill in each column. The material column might be wood, metal, cardboard, plastic, laminates, concrete, etc. You use the chart by mixing and matching attributes to help spur the thought process.

In Deb’s case, I had columns for height, body shape, skin color, hair color, eye color, breast size, buttocks size, temperament, dominance/submissive levels, fetishes/special interests, etc. I also included a column of odds and ends. Since I had a twelve-sided die at home, I aimed for twelve things in each column. Some were easy—height, temperament, etc. could be described on a ‘1 through 12’ scale. Some took some toying around to get twelve options out of. Eye color, for example, had options like deep blue, blue, sky blue, blue-green, green-blue, and so on, with purple and gold added for fun. The fetishes were fun. I added foot, lingerie, oral, tied up, exhibitionist, and some others. It kept me nicely occupied between actual work assignments.

Then lunch rolled around. We were not allowed to eat lunch in our offices so I took my lunch bag to the break room for our area and started to zap the soup and make a sandwich. I was reading a book (yes, it was a naughty book. Let’s call it ‘research’, OK?) on my phone app and minding my own business when Tara came in.

Tara was a solid 8 on any scale, but thanks to her make-up, clothing choices, and the way she carried herself and spoke, she could come across as a 9+. She played in a lot of my non-wife fantasies. I was just beginning to think about her being bent over the sink when I realized the bone was in my hand instead of the lock box. I mumbled something without really thinking about it. Her skirt was suddenly shorter and tighter, her ass was more bubble-like, and she was just positioned perfectly bent over the sink on her tip-toes, ass thrust high in the air.

Damn it. I got up and unzipped, letting the big cock that Deb did not revert hang out the fly. I put a blocking forearm on her back and flipped up her skirt. Tara just bit her lip and moaned as she wriggled her backside against me. A quick check showed that she either was not wearing panties, or the wish made them vanish. She was also dripping wet and moaned on my fingers. I ran my cock down her asscheeks and then over her cunt lips. “You are a hot bitch, aren’t you? You want this fat cock shoved up your slutty cunt bad, don’t you?” She was biting her lip, nodding, and grunting in heat. I grabbed her tits roughly and felt her fat C-cup jostle while her nippled harded against my palms. “Get ready, bitch.” I had no idea where this was coming from but it was pretty damn hot.

I shoved my fat cock in her slutty cunt as promised. Damn, she was hot and wet! She was pretty loose compared to Keiko or Deb but it still felt great as she pushed back against me, wiggling her ass. I had to get on tip toe to get a good angle but managed to make several good power thrusts up into her. She accidentally turned the water on and it was splashing all over her rather thin top and revealing her polka dotted bra to the world. That seemed to turn her on, too and she was splashing herself with the cool water as I fucked her from behind and ran my arms up under her soaked blouse. I worked fingers under the bra to find cold, rock-hard nipples. I made her squeal every time I pinched or tweaked on. She was beginning to sag so I stepped things up.

As I was fucking the shit out of nearly boneless and brainless body, I remembered I still had the bone. I could make her a big-titted bimbo fuck toy with just a wish. I was actually reaching into my pocket when I came hard into her and my mind cleared up a little. I was pretty shaken at what I had done, so I used the bone to put things back right and make her think it was just a really sexy and realistic daydream. It was a bit unnerving how she was looking at me as I cleaned up and left.

That was... that was... I was back at my desk thinking about the last half hour. It was amazingly sexy, but also really, really wrong. I took advantage of her without a second thought and was about to do a lot more to her. It made me a bit sick, but dear god, it also aroused me. This is the definition of ‘absolute power corrupting absolutely’. I put the bone in my briefcase and tried to keep my mind on my work for the rest of the day. The last part of cousin Jonathan’s letter was gnawing at me.

By the time I got home, I had made a couple phone calls and had a plan. I stopped at the store and spent quite some time in the garage putting it all together. Deb knocked on the door a lot, but I steadfastly ignored her. Hours later, when I saw her finally, she was excited to use the bone again. “Sorry, love, but I don’t have it right now.” I told her about Tara and my concerns, but not about the whole plan. As far as she knew, it was in a bank lock box until we could get a better handle on it.

I knew she was upset by my unilateral action, and the cold dinner she served just drove the point home more. I tried to reason that this was just more evidence that we were both getting a bit carried away with it, but the pillow and blankets she tossed at me before locking the bedroom door suggested she was still unhappy.

The morning did not bring me much relief. I had coffee and cold cereal alone before heading off early. I dropped a big box off at the local post office, then several more in smaller mail drops around the area, and another with the UPS and FedEx drops in the office building.

Work that day was pretty miserable. Tara kept shooting me looks that seemed to be a confused mixture of anger and lust. Deb was still upset but at least speaking to me and supper was reheated leftovers in front of the TV. With all the action we’ve had lately, I had almost forgot we owned a TV. We were sitting there watching some lame talent show when there was a slight disturbance in the room.

There was not a noise or movement, just a sudden sense of a presence and the faintest whiff of rotten eggs. The dark shape in the corner of the room shifted just a bit into the light. The well-dressed man exuded a sense of corrupt power, but was also roguishly handsome—a dangerous and thrilling combination. I started to stammer. “W... Who are...” when the music for the Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil” started to play for several bars.

“There are rules that guide the use of the Wishing Bone by mortals. You have thus far not followed those rules.” He drug out the ‘R’ in ‘rules’, almost rolling them sensually. “the rules require that you use it to sow chaos and corruption. You came close with Tara, but then weakened at the end. You have forfeited the use of the Bone. Surrender it now.”

“I no longer have it.” I was shivering in fear and trying to hide it, but I know he knew, that he could probably smell it all over me. “I mailed it to someone just this morning.”

His eyes flashed and I swear I heard distant thunder and the screams of the damned. “To whom did you mail it?” His English was as precise and painfully sharp as a surgeon’s blade. “I... I don’t know. I knew I had to get rid of it but I had no idea who to send it to. I made up lots of identical packages and addressed them to churches and other places all around the country, then dropped it one of them. I dropped them all off to be delivered by the post office and other delivery services this morning. I... I also double and triple boxed some of them so they would be forwarded even further and more randomly.”

He stood and strode over to me, leaning over me threateningly. I could feel the furnace heat radiating off him. “You have no idea, mortal, how lucky you are that I am restrained from unleashing my full anger on you right now. I assume you did not keep a list of the chu... destinations?” I shook my head. A sudden firestorm swept over him as he stomped away, walking through a wall as if it was a mere projection.

I stood there hyperventilating for several minutes before Deb came over to me and hugged me. She was weeping and repeating “I’m so sorry” over and over. I tried to reassure her that everything was OK.

Later that night we were getting ready for bed and she asked me how I thought of this idea. “Well, it was all Jonathan’s letter. I figured that they could not track the bone in the post system, and when I called Jonathan, he told me that after he mailed the bone away, he also got a visit, although with a less pleasant result and during the course of the ‘result’, he gave them our address. I was able to determine that they cannot really track the bone, but they can sense its presence to some extent. So, now Satan knows we no longer have it, but it would probably be lost now with all the dead ends I created. Seriously, I mailed out over 300 packages, with about a hundred of them nested so they would get resent.”

We discussed it a little more that night, and a little for the next couple days but she seemed as interested in putting the whole thing behind her as much as I was. Or, at least as much as I was until a small package showed up in our mailbox labeled ‘insufficient postage’.