Spells-R-Us, Burglars
by BadIrving

In keeping with the horrible crime spree sweeping the Spells-R-Us universe
here is yet another tale.  Of course this is fiction.  You need to be 18 to
read this, It also deals with transgender items.  So, if offended, please
do not read this!

Its was a dark and stormy night.  At the sound of a clock striking midnight
the door to Spell's- R- Us crept open.  Getting up from his kneeling
position the spindly young man announced.  "That's got it.  That lock was
nothing to pick."  Cautiously and slowly the gang of eight advanced into
the darkened room.  They cast shadows as lightning flashed outside the
window to the shop.

"All right boys and girls, this place is ours.  Grab some of this so called
magic stuff and we are out of here!" announced Buck the leader of the gang.

In the back of the shop, up on a ledge, the steely eyed old wolf watched
the scene below him.  He thought to himself "We have got us a regular crime
spree going on.  So, many break-ins over so few days.  Well, now is the
time for me to spring into action and make these people never forget what
shop they have broken into.  Yea, I might do it too, if I were a real wolf
instead of being an enchanted wolf that used to be a man!  Have fun
burglars but remember buyer beware." and with that the wolf went back to
sleep.

In the shop below the scene continued to be played out.  "Greg you and
Sawback go to the back of the shop; Sandy you and the Dickmeister take the
left, Frank and Eric take the right, Jean and I well check here.  We want
anything of high value.  Hey, be careful dudes, I hear this place is really
booby- trapped, I don't want anyone getting stuck in some magician's box we
can't lift.  Now get going", Buck told the group.

Greg and Sawback headed to the back of the shop.  Little did they realize
that there was a wolf sleeping over their heads and little did the wolf
care about them.  They passed all kinds of large statues and the like.
They seemed to be in the fountain/art sculpture part of the shop.

Greg called out "Yo Buck.  Nutin back here but statues.  I don't figure we
want to heist and object weighin over 200 lbs do we?"

Buck called back "Shut the fuck up loud mouth!  You want someone to hear
us.  Just keep lookin".

Greg was grumbling, "Who the fuck does that asshole think he is?  Where's
he get off speakin to me that a way?"

Sawback looked at him and laughed, "He's the asshole that beat the crap out
of you last week and the asshole that cut my back; that's who the fuck that
asshole is.  Now get lookin."

"Oh houtey toutey what the little ass kisser you are.  Maybe we should stop
so you can go suck his dick or hold his balls for him?  Uh, ass wipe?"
responded Greg.

Sawback was ready to punch out Greg.  He looked at him angrily.  He was
disgusted by the 18 year old punk.  He was a little guy, was always whining
about something.  A cheap ass petty thief and thug.  Nothing ever was right
and he was always mistreated, so he was so busy telling everyone within ear
shot.  He was the kind of punk that couldn't stand a fight but would stab
you in the back unless of course he was stealing, or unless he was busy
pulling the wings off of flies.  Now, the only thing really interesting
about this situation is that Sawback's assessment of Greg was the perfect
description of Sawback as well, with the difference being he liked to pull
the legs off of flies and then watch them land.

Greg had turned and had his head looking down looking at a barrel.  He read
the lip of the barrel and it read "barrel of wishes."  Greg was standing
with his blind side to Sawback.

Sawback saw his chance for an easy sucker punch on the punk Greg.  Pow, and
Greg goes head first into the barrel. Greg's lying halfway in and out of
the barrel.  His ass is pointing back straight at Sawback.  At that point
Sawback comes up close behind Greg and pummels his back with a flashlight
that he also was carrying.

"Call me an ass kisser, fuck you, I wish I could fuck you up right now",
cried Sawback as he continued to hit Greg.

Instantly some weird glow started.  Sawback stood back.  The glow
encompassed Greg.  He felt strange and at the same time he could feel his
clothes just fade away.  Hair was cascading down from his head even longer
than before.  He felt his ass begin to swell.  He started gasping for
breath as the feeling of both an over all shrinkage of his body and
expanding ass and forming breasts over took him.  With his legs spread
akimbo, he dangled into the barrel, he suddenly felt air come rushing into
a newly formed vagina where his penis and balls had been.

Sawback was amazed.  As the glow subsided, where Greg had been was the
cutest little butt (and a female butt as shown by the easily assessable
womanhood in its crotch) just begging for attention.  Sawback came up to it
an caressed it.

"Hey, get me out of here" Greg explained in a sexy female voice, "God
what's happened to me?  I can't push back out, help me."

Sawback, was getting excited, just the way he liked them!  A helpless woman
just ready to be fucked!  He noticed that he would have to raise up a bit
to have sex with her, but that's ok because all of his life he had been
called a fuck up anyway.

Greg felt Sawback enter him.  "Oh shit", he thought.  He begged for Sawback
to stop but Sawback just laughed and kept on thrusting.  Greg sobbed and
whispered under his breath "I wish I could fuck you, just like your fucking
me".  Then another glow started.

Sawback was near climax when the glow engulfed him.  He felt so strange.
He kept thrusting but the feeling was getting less and less. He noticed
cool air was blowing across his bare skin.  His attention to completing his
sex act was diverted completely as he felt his breasts jiggle with his
thrusts.  Dumbfounded he stopped his thrusting and looked down.  He fell
out of Greg as he did so.  Looking past his newly formed breasts he saw
that his member was now bright pink.  Grabbing it, he felt to where it was
held in place by the strap he was wearing.  Undoing the strap he was able
to pull the now recognizable dildo away from his all too obvious female
body.

Via an uncontrollable impulse, Sawback helped Greg out of the barrel.  He
said, "Ok now you wear the strap on and do me."  Again on impulse Sawback
threw himself into the position just occupied by Greg.  Without thinking
Greg strapped on the dildo and started thrusting into Sawback just as
Sawback had done to him.

Sawback had his head in the barrel now.  He wondered. "How did this happen?
God, I am being fucked and I am a woman?  What the devil, I wish I could at
least enjoy this, this feels like...."

A brief glow engulfed him then vanished.  Sawback was now thoroughly
enjoying the sex act.  He rapidly went from enjoyment to pre-orgasm.  Then
he was in orgasm. "Oh, do me, oh , fuck me, oh man, fuck stealing, I wish
we could do this for a living!"

As the glow subsided, Sawback was on a bed on hands and knees.  Greg was on
him doggie style still thrusting madly.  Both were still wild with passion.
Without the cumbersome barrel they could more enjoy their bodies.  Sawback
felt his boobs shaking with Greg's thrusts, his butt being pounded against
and held, it was fantastic; not even to mention the incredible feeling
emanating from his pussy.  Greg's enjoyment had increased as well.  He felt
comfortable with his B cup size breasts shaking from his own thrusts.  He
was being excited by Sawback's moans. He loved looking at Sawback and was
even more pleased the two of them looked so similar.  This was such a turn
on.  Neither could hear the conversation taking place behind the large
mirror beside the bed.  They wouldn't have understood anyway because it was
in Japanese.

The short rotund Japanese fellow spoke to his tall compatriot, "These two
girls are hot!  They are so beautiful and look almost exactly the same, we
can pass them off as twins!  Even more money.  Maybe we will even force
them to get implants and make their little boobies bigger.  Even more money
then!"

"Yes, Hashi, this will pay off nicely for us. Their modeling days are over.
We have their passports so they can not leave Japan, and they don't speak
Japanese; so they won't be going in anywhere.  From now on they will have
to make their living by having sex in our shows and servicing our clients.
But we will have to change there names, Greg and Sawback does sound right
for a couple of whores", the tall one replied.

On the other side of the shop Sandy and the Dickmeister were far to
interested in their own activities to be aware that Greg and Sawback had
vanished.

Sandy was a short scrawny girl at about 5' 2" and 100 lbs, with a pock
marked face and the figure of a 10 year old boy.  While having lead a rough
life and being a petty thief; it was probably her drug addiction that more
than anything else had brought her to her current state of appearance.  She
had the hots for the Dickmeister, but then again most the girls did.  Of
course, that was until they found out he was hung like a hamster.  Then the
hots often turned to laughs.  But Sandy didn't care.  She didn't even care
that he was calling her stupid and skinny all the time. She certainly
wasn't a virgin with the hots.  She had had plenty of sex since she turned
16 four years ago.  She wanted the Dickmeister simply so she could brag
about having him to the girls that didn't understand why his nickname was a
slam against his member's size.  She wanted to show how she could get what
everybody else wanted.

The Dickmeister on the other hand could careless about Sandy.  She was just
a simple skinny dumb bitch that he tolerated.  He was blond, 6' 2", 200
lbs, 19 years old and every inch on the outside a stud, not the kind of
fellow you see with scrawny idiot bitches.  That is till you got in his
pants and saw his pathetic endowment.  However, the Dickmeister's real
failings were on the inside.  He was a punk like the rest of them.  He
couldn't make a life on just being pretty, so he turned to petty crime.  It
was just a matter of time till he made his "big" score as he escalated each
of his criminal acts above the prior ones.  He was on a short trip to the
big house or if he really scored "big" maybe even the chair.

"Hey, Dickmeister, how about we blow off the search gig and just do the
"deed" right here and now!"

"Shut-up, you scank.  A stupid scrawny bitch like you sure as hell ain't
getting the Dickmeister."

"Oh, from what I hear you should be the Hamstermeister, but, not to worry,
I am gonna get your ass all my own someday."

"Fuck you"

"I hope so!"

"Fuck off, dumb ass"

Sandy was used to these little display's of affection from the Dickmeister.
She continued to fumble through some display cases while they talked.  Her
flashlight illuminated a silver ring with a solitary diamond setting.  She
quickly grabbed it and examined it by the light of her flashlight.

It was not an overly large stone.  Maybe 1/16 of a carat at most.  But the
ring did look like silver.  Looking back on the display case, she notice
where the ring had set was a little label that said, ring of one wish.

She decided that might just be fun.  Figuring that the worst case was that
she get yelled at for saying something stupid, she turned to the
Dickmeister and said, "Looky here, I got me a wish ring.  Guess what?"

"Fuck off some more, huh?"

"I wish I wasn't scrawny, and that you had a huge dick, and that would want
to have sex with me all the time, (Oh shit, what if I didn't want it?) ,and
that you could only have sex with me if I was prepared, (Oh, and just for
fun) that you were a lot dumber than me.  Yea, I wish all that in my one
wish."

"PHHLT, what a stupid wish to...." the Dickmeister retorted but was cut-off
in mid sentence as he stared agoged at Sandy.

Sandy felt her jeans tighten immediately.  Then they hurt.  She felt every
inch of the seat of her jeans stretch.  It rapidly went beyond stretching
as the material over her butt began to tare.  She exclaimed "Not that
big!", at the moment her ass ripped through her jeans.  She now sported two
ass cheeks each the size of watermelons.  Her legs and thighs then split
the seems of her pants and the pants fell to the floor.  Her shirt sleeves
tightened around her arms.  Her bra suddenly filled full, then over full.
She started experiencing pain as the band and cups cut into her growing
body.  She stripped her shirt off and quickly undid her bra.  It too then
slumped to the floor; before her she saw her fat bulbous breasts on her now
chubby chest.  She would easily hit the scales at 180 lbs.  She stood
before the Dickmeister totally naked except for her shoes and even they
were being stretched.

The Dickmeister was astonished as he watched Sandy go from scrawny to
over-weight.  At least she was still a fuckable size instead of gargantuan.
In fact she was starting to look good to him.  He had always had a thing
for big butts. Besides if this wish worked all the way his hamster days
were over! But why be nice when there's an opening to be mean.

"Hey, great wish babe!  You wanted to be a fat chick right? Cute butt, Ha
ha....oh oh" Dickmeister felt a throbbing in his pants. "Oh, yea, now the
good part, check this out!" and he dropped his pants.

The Dickmeister's member first became erect and then continue to
inflate. "Oh, yea, go baby go, make daddy proud!"  He rapidly got to five,
then six, and on to seven inches.  The Dickmeister began to swing it like a
sword.  He also was beginning to desire to use his enlarging member for its
intended purpose.  In fact, Sandy didn't look plump anymore, she was
starting to look very attractive.  She was turning him on; just looking at
that ass of her's was really getting him excited.  The thought of being in
her was very enticing.  As his desire for her increased so did the length
and breath of his member.

"You know Sandy, I was wrong to be mean to you earlier.  I love your new
butt! I would like to make up for being mean to you, now, and in a "BIG"
way."; with that he waved his easily eight inch member at her.

Sandy's attention was drawn to the Dickmeister.  He was getting HUGE and
wanted HER!  She smiled to herself.  He must be over eight inches now.
MMMM and that huge dick could be in her, just like she wanted.  That wish
would make him her play thing.  She thought to herself "fat shmat I want
THAT!", as her eyes focused on his nine inch penis.  The Dickmeister was
her's!

Flushed with excitement Sandy laid on the floor and spread her legs.  "Come
here and let me feel the new and improved Dickmeister."

The Dickmeister rapidly entered her.  He pushed fully into her and began
his thrusts.  He kneaded her huge ass with his hands and bent to suck on
her full breasts.  He was really enjoying himself.  He wanted her more and
more.  Soon nothing but to fuck and fuck Sandy was in his mind.

Sandy felt his pounding.  It was exquisite as he filled her more and more.
He was still growing!  How big would he get?  Who cared she was in heaven
and closed her eyes in the thrill off sex while he filled her love channel,
sucked her nipples, and squeezed her butt.

The Dickmeister's pleasure intensified as he grew.  Soon, he felt he was
bending, he was getting too long to fit in her all the way.  First he
stopped playing with her breasts and raised back slightly, but he was still
too big for her.  Next he released her butt, and raising up on his arms
backed off a bit so that his distance from her would increase.  Sandy, was
still in ecstasy but was feeling there was just too much of the Dickmeister
in her.  His dropping her butt and raising up on his arms relived much of
the pressure but his width was still a bit painful.  Not anywhere enough
for Sandy to want him too stop though.

Now his brain began to freeze on the thought to fuck.  The only mental
picture he had was to fuck and fuck some more and it had to be Sandy.  His
member was much bigger now.  As he moved back he was now on all fours but
it didn't matter, he was in Sandy and that's all he wanted as he continued
his now awkward thrusts.

Sandy was now in pain as he continued. She was moving her hips to meet his
thrusts and was near her own orgasm but he WAS huge.  She cried out as her
orgasm began and her cries turned to shrieks from the pain as he swelled
with his own orgasm.

The Dickmeister was cuming now.  It was the release he had sought.  It felt
wonderful.  He cried out in ecstasy as well "Hee Haw, Hee Haw."

Sandy opened her eyes and screamed and screamed as she saw the donkey that
was on top of her.  She tired to move but she was chained.  The audience
applauded.  The Dickmeister, who now was literally a stupid ass, was going
limp but his member remained with in Sandy.

The Dickmeister's handler came up on stage and announced, "Senors, please
come back tomorrow at 2, 6 and 9 to see the show again.  Come early and see
how we have to prepare Sandy for her lover.  Thank you for coming to see
The Dickmeister and Sandy, Beastly Love in Action, goodnight."

The Dickmeister was lead off the stage, the only thought in his head was to
fuck Sandy more.  Sandy remained on the stage until she was unchained and
then taken back to her small cell that in time and out of necessity she
would learn to call home.  Frank called out, "People, keep it down we are
going to get caught".

To which Eric responded, "What a bunch of dumb crooks, there's way too much
noise going on in here."

But then again Frank and Eric knew about dumb crooks, they had been two for
years.  They had teamed up three years ago when they were both 20.  They
had lead a life of underwhelming crime ever sense then.  At least they
weren't the violent type.  They were the kind of guys that would steal an
old lady's purse but make sure she wasn't hurt after they knocked her down.
Now, they were here in Spells-R-Us on a dark and stormy night.  It wasn't
really an issue of what they would steal, but how in their own dumb way,
they would screw up.

Frank was talking to Eric "This stuff is suppose to be magical we could be
rich!" and with the word rich he slipped and broke a display case.

"Hey, keep it down to a dull roar you assholes!" Buck bellowed from the
front of the shop.

"OH! MAN WE ARE SORRY! " yelled both Frank and Eric.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP IDIOTS!"

Eric was brushing glass off of Frank, "Oh, we better be quiet.  Look what
you knocked to the floor.  Man, its a Barbie Doll"

"A magical Barbie Doll?  What does it do dress people in Barbie clothes?"

A green glow engulfed the pair.  They felt their clothes pulling and
shifting.  Eric felt his pants rapidly moving up his legs while Eric felt
his shirt sleeves fuse to his shirt.  Their clothing turned soft and
translucent.  It became lighter and lighter.  Their clothes became so soft
and frilly.

"Ha ha, You look cute in your green teddy!" Eric exclaimed.

"Well, you're dynamite in your pink teddy!" Frank replied.

Eric said, "Wow, wonder what would have happened if I asked if it turned
people into Barbies?"  Before Frank could say "Idiot" the glow engulfed
them again.

They felt there manhood rapidly retract only to be replaced by womanhood.
Their legs became shapely, their hips widened and the panties went
delightfully taunt across there petite butts, their waists narrowed, their
chests shrunk while their breasts developed rapidly lifting the teddies
well away from their bodies as they swelled to beyond the D cup size, their
faces became beautiful with up turned noses and long blond hair rolled down
their long necks.

Frank grabbed his now large chest. "Boobs, I have got boobs you stupid
idiot!  How am I suppose to go through life like this? Change us back you
stupid bitch!"  Eric, shook the Barbie he was holding at Frank, "Who are
you calling names, you cow?"  A glow suddenly engulfed Frank.

Frank's breasts grew larger.  His teddy was lifted high to where he could
look straight down clear through his cleavage to the floor.  Then his
breasts became heavier and heavier.  They seemed to stretch instead of
grow.  They were starting to hurt.  Frank grabbed his breasts and squeezed
his nipples, a drop of milk appeared.  Then more.  As he started to milk
himself he felt an itching below his boobs.  He scratched; then it hurt to
scratch.  He felt more sensations as the skin rose up and seemed to pucker
under his fingers. The sensitivity of the areas increased as two more
nipples rapidly formed beneath his boobs.  They swelled into budding
breasts, then full breasts.  These two started to swell as they filled with
milk.  His boobs all were now huge and the same size.  They seemed to be
growing even more.  The nipples became bigger and the nips became longer.
As the boobs grew they seemed to fuse together into one big boob.  But the
nipples remained in place growing longer while the areolas were shrinking.
Frank groped at his one large boob that covered his entire chest.  The
weight became too much for him and he fell forward to all fours.  He looked
with pleading eyes at Eric.  And such eyes, how big and brown they were!
Eric watched as Frank's expanding body ripped the teddy completely off.
Franks boob with its four dangling teats seemed to move down to his crotch.
His arms looked like legs and his face was elongating.  Soon the only thing
Eric saw was a full size Guernsey Cow with some very full udders.  Frank
wanted to talk but all that came out was "Moo".  Frank wasn't really mad,
he just wanted to be milked.

Eric was upset. "What have I done?  Why couldn't I have just staid with
Barbie?  Frank I am so sorry.  I mean the worst that could have happened is
to have ended up as some stacked stripper named Barbie, right?  I....uh ho"

The glow engulfed Eric.  He watched as his breasts started to grow.  They
grew larger and larger.  The teddy was being pulled very taunt.  Then it
started to tear.  It ripped full away.  Eric cupped his breasts but his
hands were vastly overwhelmed.  He was easily in the 50 inch + range and
cup sizes just didn't make any sense at that size.

He started to take a step forward but hit a pole right between his eyes.
The audience laughed.  Good grief, he was naked now!  He had to get out of
here.  He thought he had regained his balance but forgot about his
increased weight in front and fell head over heels on to the stage.  The
audience guffawed.  Eric then heard the music.  A couple of fellows came up
and copped a feel while they helped him up.  Somewhere a voice said "Let's
here it for Erica Barbie the clumsiest stacked stripper in the business."
The audience cheered and Eric was lead back stage and to a new life in Las
Vegas.

Buck had had enough.  Way too much noise for a burglary!  He ran to the
rear of the shop.  But he couldn't find anybody.  He even looked inside a
barrel but found it to be empty.  He went to the left of the shop, tripped
on a silver ring but threw it away when he saw there was no stone in the
setting.  Dashing to the left of the shop he came face to face with a cow
(Where'd that come from?), a broken display case and a Barbie doll on the
floor.  With the cow mooing at him, he went back to the front of the shop
in disgust.  "The bastards all skied up on me!"

"Are you sure?  Maybe something happened?" Jean asked.

"No they are all cowardly worthless bastards!"  Which pretty much described
Buck himself.  He was indeed a bastard and a mean one at that.  As apt to
stick you with the knife he always carried as to say hello.  He was 20
years old and just plain rotten.  He had killed three men already in his
life and was on the road to kill more.  He had held his so called gang
together more out of intimidation than anything else.  On the other hand he
was a loner and didn't care for anybody.  He also didn't go for fair
fights.  Unless he was a sure winner he was always the first to run away
and then to blame it on others.

He stood there with Jean.  Jean was 16 years old.  She had a rough life up
until then.  She was more with this gang out of necessity of being with
somebody than because of an interest in crime.  She had been orphaned when
only 4 years old and had been on the street for the last 4 years.  She was
a street tough alright but unlike the others not by choice.

"Well, fuck all of them.  Here maybe I have finally found something worth
stealing" Buck picked up a picture of an old man and young woman from
behind the counter that was in a silver frame.

"Oh, leave that Buck.  It wasn't for public view.  It wasn't for sale.
That's somebody's personal picture of their family leave it please!?"  And
Jean tried to take the picture from his hands.

"Leave it!!!?  Why the hell did we come here.  First, they sky up and then
you want me to leave something cause its personal.  Fuck You and this whole
damn gang."  Buck punched Jean while putting the picture into his loot
sack. This did not placate Buck he continued his tirade and proceeded to
bust up every glass case he could find.

"Chill out Buck!  You're going to get us caught!", Jean said while holding
her side.

"Kiss my ass, you worthless scum bag bitch whore!" and with that Buck hit
Jean again.  Jean was thrown clear across the room by the force of his
blow.  Blood was pouring out of Jean's mouth.

The noise of Buck's rampage woke up the tired old wolf.  He watched the
drama unfold.  The wolf watched with curiosity.  He could sense there was
goodness in Jean unlike the rest.  He also saw that Buck was a man out of
control.

"Shit Buck, I think you busted my jaw."

"Keep talking bitch and get more!"  Buck was now closing in on her with a
fist up raised.

Jean was in a corner of the shop among some broken display cases.  All
sorts of objects lay about her.  Buck got to her and picked her up.  He
bitch slapped her, and held her up while slugging her in the stomach, and
only then did he let her drop to the floor.  She landed on top of numerous
objects.  Jean, was injured. She could barely move her jaw and one of the
objects had impaled her side.  She pulled it out.  Buck was in an absolute
rage now, he had even drawn his knife.  With Buck closing in she whimpered
"I wish you were a woman, so you could know what this was like" A flash of
light shot from the objects and through Buck; he staggered and dropped the
knife.

Buck felt very strange.  A tingling went through him.  His hair was longer
and flowing down his neck.  His boots now grew higher and were a tighter
fit.  He felt his pants legs transform into fishnet stockings.  Then the
rest of his pants turned into a very short mini-skirt.  His shirt
transformed into a mid-drift belly hugger.  His breasts budded and
developed even while his t shirt formed into a bra.  Buck staggered and
then stopped.  He tried to take into account what had happened.  He looked
down but could not see his feet.  His large breasts protruded far too far
in front to allow that.  Even with a bra on, each step brought a jiggle or
wiggle to his chest.  Buck gasped and reached to a wall for support.
Bending down he felt under his mini-skirt.  There he found thong panties.
These he ripped off in disgust only to find, not what he wanted, but a
fully functional set of female sex organs instead.

Buck glowered at Jean. "Now you are going to die bitch!  How dare you do
this to me!"He reached down, picked up the knife off the floor, and headed
toward Jean.

The wolf sensed he needed to act. Jean didn't need to die in this shop.
Nobody ever died here, they just had there life changed or sometimes
suspended, but no death.  He got to his feet and started to leap, but he
was too late.

Buck plunged the knife into Jean about four inches below her rib cage in
her back.  He stabbed her twice.  Jean slumped forward, she was dying.

The wolf hit the floor between Buck and Jean.  Buck screamed, dropped the
knife, and ran for the door.  The wolf cut him off and he retreated back to
the interior.

The wolf went to Jean and nuzzled her.  Jean was near death her breathing
was labored and she knew she was going to die.

The wolf tried to do what he could. He licked her face and whimpered at
her.  He nudged an odd looking fat female figurine up next to her body.
Her blood which was still pumping from the wounds.  The figurine was being
covered in blood.

Jean cried, "Thank you.  You tried.  Its really my fault anyway.  I have
ruined my life.  It had to end this way. It is far better to go like this
soon instead of latter.  Maybe if I had it to live over I wouldn't have
screwed up so, but its better this way. Just stay with me till..."

The little statuette seemed to glow.  Jean's wounds stopped pumping out
blood and started to heal.  Years began to strip away from her face.  She
was becoming younger and younger.

Buck tried for the door again, and again the wolf blocked his move.  Buck
tried for the back of the story and the wolf blocked that way too.  So,
Buck just staid where he was.  Besides, he was having problems running with
his new female body.  He wondered if Jean had died yet.  He turned too look
at Jean.  He looked for her but saw a baby instead.  Buck thought "That
baby must be two years, no one year, hey, that kid's getting younger while
I watch".

Then the pools of blood on the floor got weird.  They appeared to have had
grown together.  Looking at the baby it now was even younger and had an
umbilical cord hooked from its navel to the blob of blood.  This was gross.

Then the wolf came up behind Buck. It knocked him to the floor and stood on
his chest.  The paws of the wolf hurt as they put pressure on Bucks large
breasts and his stomach.  Buck thought he would resist until he looked up
into the snarling face of the wolf with his big pointy teeth.  Out of the
corner of his eye now he saw the blob of blood starting to move.  It was
coming toward him!

It got closer and closer.  Through the lightning strikes and the turned on
flashlight that laid on the floor Buck could see the blob of blood now
clearly had veins in it!  Buck wiggled and screamed.

The wolf lost his balance and Buck escaped to the corner of the shop.
Running to the corner he slipped on a silver ring that was on the floor and
fell to a corner.  He was in the corner on his butt (which he noticed was
much larger sense his change) holding his head in pain.  He looked up just
in time to see the blob headed for him.  He started to kick back and held
his arms out in front of him to stop it.

The blob shot underneath his skirt and directly into his vagina.  It
penetrated him.  It was as though an expander had pushed his vagina open
wide beyond its limits as the blob entered him.  Buck fell over onto the
floor.  His breathing became very labored.  The blob was moving deep inside
him.  It felt as though it stopped at his belly.  Buck's tight mini-skirt
was split apart by his expanding waist. He screamed in pain.  Then before
he could move again he started to feel like he was taking a giant shit, but
some how in reverse.  He was helpless to move.  He had to deal with this
shit right now!  He would push and grunt.  The more he did it the better he
felt when it stopped.  But then it would start again.  The overwhelming
pain continued and urged him on.  It was like it was coming in waves.  He
had a short breather between waves now and again, but the process
continued.  His face was drenched in sweat, this was so tiring.  He then
saw, no he didn't, oh NO.  He saw the baby was still hooked to the cord
with the blob!  It was being sucked between his legs.  It was coming into
him feet first. "NO NO NO NO NO, STOP" Buck thought, but that was far too
late.  The babies legs were in him.  With each passing wave the baby more
and more was sucked into his body.  His stomach was expanding as the baby
entered more and more.  Finally the entire baby was in.  Exhausted he
placed his hands on his now huge stomach.  He was too tired to move.  He
lay there holding his bloated stomach and prayed for the pain to stop.  For
hours the waves of pain continued till finally they diminished to where
they were 10 mins apart then about an hour latter they stopped completely.

Buck had just had his labor pains stop when his breasts started hurting.
They were swelling.  His bra was far to tight.  He stripped off his top and
bra.  He was interested to see from the bra that he had just out grown a
size 36DD.  He held his breasts and as he squeezed a nipple, a drop of milk
formed.  He wondered if that meant the baby would be coming out again soon?
He pleaded for that not to happen.  He didn't want to go through all that
pain again.

After the passage of about another hour he felt he could walk.  He made it
back to where Jean had been.  At first the walking was very uncomfortable
as his swollen belly and bouncing milk laden tits were very difficult to
deal with.  To his great pleasure his tits had reduced their swelling and
the milk appeared to be gone by the time he got back to the front of the
shop; though, he was still very much pregnant when he got there.  Jean was
still gone as was the baby (till he remembered the baby was now in him!).
Where Jean had laid there was an odd female figurine.

Buck picked up the statuette.  Hoping that maybe just maybe this statue
could restore him he said, "I wish I wasn't pregnant, I don't want to be
pregnant please a dozen times over make me un- pregnant, please".  Buck
turned this almost into a chant.

The wolf smiled inwardly to himself and went back to his lair at the top of
the shop.

It was mid morning when the Shopkeeper came in.  "Hi, Buck" he exclaimed as
he entered the store.

Buck was in the same place as before, he had fallen asleep.  He woke up to
see he was naked except for boots and stockings and that while still
pregnant he wasn't anywhere near as large.  He staid in a fetal position
and tried to cover himself up from view.

"Oh, no need to do that Buck.  I have seen naked woman before.  I have even
ones that are five months pregnant like you.  Beside's you need to get out
of here and get on with that new life of yours.  Fortunately, I have the
clothes you need right behind the counter here."

With that the shop owner produced, underwear, and a tasteful but low cut
dress .

"What do you mean new life?  Change me back!"

"No dice Buck.  You been holding that fertility statue all night chanting.
I have good news for you though.  Your baby is going to age forward now.
But best of all, your wish has been granted.  You will be pregnant 12 more
times!  Not to worry though, wouldn't want you having bastard children, I
have arraigned for you to be married to a nice dairy farmer.
Unfortunately, the farm is so far out in the country that you'll never get
to a hospital in time for any of your deliveries.  So, no drugs to help
with the pain.  You know how many women don't get to experience natural
child birth?  You are so lucky!  On the other hand for the next 13 years, 9
out of 12 months you get to be pregnant.  Buck, from now on you will be
bringing life into the world instead of snuffing it out.  What a wonderful
way for you to atone for your past conduct.  And as an extra bonus you get
those large breasts.  They are going to be even larger when you nurse.
Remember a few hours ago?  You know just how large they will get to be.
You'll be giving the cows on the farm a run for their money.  By my
calculations you will be giving milk starting in about four months, with
your first delivery until about three years after you last delivery.  That
means you will be continuously nursing for the next 16 years!  And each
time you put a baby to your teat you will be helping to nourish someone,
yet another way to atone.  Don't get mad Buck, here's a little bonus
whenever your husband just barely touches your tits you are going to want
him to make you pregnant, well, put another way you'll just become
uncontrollably horny.  Each of those future pregnancies will be the result
of your own desires.
	Almost forgot, your future husband is on his way in.  You are such
a lucky girl!  You want to be naked when he gets here?  What would he think
seeing you naked on meeting you?  He's pretty conservative and thinks he's
meeting a beautiful young mail order bride; I don't think he'd want to meet
you naked.  You could leave now if you prefer, but of course you would be
leaving naked and pregnant.  I can see by your chest that's its a little
cold in here right now.  Its even colder outside."

"Fuck you, give me those clothes. Change me back old man."  Shivering from
the cold, at the moment he had little choice.  He quickly got
dressed. There would be time enough to make the old man change him back
after he had some clothes on.  The clothes were a good fit and Buck was
happy to see that he had gone back down to a 36DD size, but, he still
sighed about his predicament and the size of his chest. The fact that the
dress plainly showed off his cleavage was not reassuring to Buck.  He
focused his attention in trying to pull the dress up higher and hide some
of his exposed breasts.

Right about then a man in his mid twenties in a conservative old fashion
suit and straw hat entered the shop.  Buck was still fiddling with his
dress when the man came in and was at the moment too distracted to notice
him.

"Hello Randolph, here she is"

"Gute you ver right, she is the big one on top isn't she?  That is just
fine ", Randolph said with a grin.  "Unt za cow, you have ze cow for me?"

"But of course right over there, here's a funny one, the cow's name is
Frank."

"Ach, she needs to be milked!  I need to do that now before we go, her
udders are over full now."

"Oh, that would be fine Randolph, there is a bucket and stool right over
there." After giving the bucket and stool to the Farmer the Shopkeeper went
back to the front of the store where Buck was standing.

Buck gave up on adjusting his dress and spoke up, "I don't give a crap
about all this, I ain't marrying no farmer let alone fucking him, let alone
having 12 more kids, now fix all this old man!" At that moment Buck felt
the baby he was carrying move.  "Oh, man you gotta change me back!"

"Ok, ok, Buck, you are right.  It wouldn't be right to force you into this.
My mistake.  Here.  You take this heart of gold, I was out of line.  The
heart is my way of making this up to you. They are very rare and to have
one is a great gift.  While you look at that, I will explain the marriage
being off to Randolph over there.  I will change you in a bit just hold
on. I will be right back."

Buck took the heart.  He looked at it.  "It must be solid gold! Ok, so
something is working out after all.  And that SOB of a Shopkeeper is going
to get his due after he changes me back. I can stay calm till he gets back
here and changes me.  Then whamo!" Buck thought to himself.

The Shopkeeper went over to Randolph who was just finishing up milking and
brought him back to Buck.  He set the bucket he was carrying down and took
off his hat before he started speaking to Buck.

"Allo, mine namen ist Randolph.  This here very nice gentleman has arranged
for you to marry me.  I understand you be with child but I say we can all
forgive.  I have a nice farm and offer you a good but hard honest life.
Vill you come away now, mit me, unt be my wife?"

Buck held tightly onto his heart and then looked at the farmer.  He was
going to tell the farmer where to go, but, the farmer now looked different.
He perhaps wasn't so bad.  Buck at least could be nice, when he told him no
way.  Buck felt a need to reach out and touch this nice man. First he would
need to put that heart down.  He opened his fist and it was empty.  The
heart of gold the Shopkeeper had given him had somehow vanished, but that
didn't matter anymore.  Hatred seemed to flee Buck's body and for the first
time in a long time he felt good, he looked at the Shopkeeper and said,
"After all I have said and done, you went and found this nice man to marry
me?"  A tear ran down Buck's cheek.  He turned to face Randolph, you know
that handsome nice man who just came in the shop, and said, "Randolph my
name is Betty, I only hope I can live up to your expectations of a
dedicated hard working wife and mother for your many children.  Please my
husband to be, may I kiss you?"

"Just this once in public Betty, this is a special time"

Buck kissed Randolph with all his heart and felt a love swelling in him for
this wonderful man and for this child he was caring.  Right then and there
he decided to dedicate all he had to this relationship and to being a great
mother, besides, he thought Randolph would be a great lover too, tee hee,
(he also thought the baby he was carrying would be a girl and decided to
name her Jean) somewhere in the back of his mind he heard a faint but
persistent scream of a man?

Randolph lead Frank the cow and Betty his wife to be, out of the shop.
Betty felt her baby move and placed Randolph's hand on her stomach so he
could feel it too.  They both smiled and giggled.  Randolph even bent over
and kissed Betty's stomach and said "Allo little vun, I am your father unt
I love you very much."  With tears in her eyes Betty hugged Randolph as
they walked off with the cow in tow.

The Shopkeeper stood by the counter as the couple left with their cow.  The
wolf came down from his lair and started drinking the milk that was in the
bucket.  After finishing off the milk, he asked the Shopkeeper (who had the
power to speak with him), "How many of those hearts of gold do you have?"

"Well, I did have two, gave one to Buck there and one to a skinhead chick
that beat up some Amish kids, oh, sorry, you wouldn't know, she is now
Randolph soon to be married to Betty."

The old wolf started laughing so hard that he howled.

The Shopkeeper said, "Don't laugh.  The best thing that could happen to
anybody is to be given a heart of gold.  And you know what?  They are
infectious and rub off on people around them.  Besides for those two, its
going to make them great parents to their very many kids."

The Shopkeeper looked at his wolf and said.  "Nice save on Jean, though,
but if you don't guard better in future you are going to stay a wolf.  You
know how much hard work and what time shifting I had to do to get this to
turn out right?  Don't even ask!"  He slapped his hands twice and the shop
returned to a pristine shape.

The wolf stirred, shook his head and said "Fat chance you will ever change
me back anyway."

"Sorry, but you stay a wolf for now because my shop needs protection from
all these criminals!" and with that the Shopkeeper started laughing.