The Revenge of the Mysterious Stranger

I walked away from them through the field, Julie and Charles's moans growing more distant, the black stone bouncing on my neck. 

I suddenly felt tied to it, a charge. Energy flowed into me from it and stayed inside of me — as if the stone was thanking me for using it, giving me its power in pure ecstatic joy for how I wielded it in the field. 

I could still feel Julie's pussy clinging and squeezing Charles' cock. Even though I had come I was already rock hard again, feeling both the thickness of my bigger cock and the fullness of Julie's overstuffed pussy. I squeezed my muscles a few times, savoring, despite my best instincts, the phantom feeling of a cock deep inside of me before relaxing and letting my possession of Julie's body dissolve into the air. 

She was on her own now. 

By now I should have been heading home, getting some rest, but I wasn't tired. I was energized and had no interest in stopping. 

I hopped into my car, which I had parked on a secluded country road, and skidded off into our town, turning into the lot of the old Irish pub on Sycamore Ave. 

I knew he'd be there. 

And sure enough, he was, sitting alone in the middle of the bar. I walked up behind him.

"I think your placement on this bar is fortuitous."

"Jesus." He was mid-sip when I spoke. He coughed his beer. "Don't sneak up on people like that."

"Do you remember me?"

"Look. Please stop bothering me. I don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry every day. It eats me alive inside. But I can't fix It. I can't take it back."

"Well." I sat down next to him. "I used to think that. Until today."

"I'm serious. I can't imagine what your brother must feel. But this is too painful for me. You need to leave me alone."

"What if I told you there was a way to fix this?"

"I'd tell you you're insane. Which you are. Leave me to sit here at the center of this bar." 

"No. You're about to be the center of something else."

I grabbed the black stone in my hand and then his shoulder. Reality pulled, then twisted, and in an instant, we were there. He was frozen, midair, having just broken through the windshield of his car.

"Holy shit." He tried to move. But I had time stopped. 

"Do you recognize this?" I stood beside his suspended form and motioned around. "I bet you don't. You were very drunk."

"You're insane! I told you to leave me alone!" 

"I'm about to. But first we have business." I watched his eyes dart around, looking for a way down. Glass shards dotted the air around him. "You flew into the forest, and hit a tree."

"I don't remember."

"You were so drunk you didn't feel a thing. You didn't even have one broken bone. I always thought that was a miracle, given how broken my sister-in-law's body was."

"Please."

"I always tried to be good and wish this never happened. I told myself to forgive. But I often had wished you were the one who was broken." 

"Please. I'm sorry."

"I know you are, Pete. I can see that. I can see your dented car outside the bar every day. You're guilty and drinking yourself to death. I know that, and I don't wish that on anyone — even you.”

"What are you going to do? Why am I here?"

"Well, Pete. There are rules in the Infinite Realms. And one of them is — I can't bring back the dead." I sighed. "But I realized today that I could fashion a little trade, for my brother's sake.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Trade?"

"You know, my brother's marriage wasn't all sunshine. He confided in me once that his wife was rather conservative. Not very physical. Hearing this made me feel bad for him."

"Why are you telling me this?" The glass shards glimmered in the sun. I looked at the two cars colliding, stuck in time, my sister-in-law slumped over her steering wheel, airbag inflated, seatbelt holding her into the car.

"He's a kind guy. You need to take care of him."

His nose shifted on his face. I started there. Then I filled out his lips. Little did he know, I was getting him ready.

"What? Take care of him?"

"Absolutely. On your knees. As often as he likes.” I laughed. "I'm not sure how the police report will look." I took a deep breath and exhaled, watching his tight t-shirt swell around his nipples. A cup size. Another breath. Another cup. B's. My sister-in-law was fairly well-endowed. I nodded at my progress and paused for him to feel. "It will make no sense that she will be found in the forest." 

"What the fuck are you doing? My chest. It feels different." I took two quick breaths again. C. D. I loved the alphabet. Breath. DD.

"Do you see them in the periphery of your vision now?"

"Oh fuck."

"I want them used. I made them bigger than they were to encourage you. He wanted a big family. You owe him that. And make sure you look nice for him."

"Look nice?"

Even in his precarious position, his hand was clearly visible to him, outstretched toward the forest. So I cricked my neck and turned his fingernails pink. Then I blinked and plucked his eyebrows in rapid succession, along with his bikini line. He moaned softly as the hairs floated to the ground and I applied makeup with my powers.

"Yes. Look nice. Don’t you understand?"

I cricked my neck again and made another change. I savored the split second before it would be evident. 

He screamed. "Please stop." Then gasped. "Oh fuck, my voice."

"Oh, you sound exactly like her now. I like that." I smiled. "No more center of the bar for you. I want you at the center of something else?"

His hair was snaking around his ears. I breathed in and out, filling out his ass and expanding his hips. 

"The center of what?" she moaned. 

"His bed."

"Oh fuck. This isn't happening. This isn't happening."

I released his neck. He turned his head toward the colliding cars and looked in the front window of my sister-in-laws car. 

"Oh god." He squinted at the driver. “It can’t be.”

"Do you recognize him?"

He screamed out, understanding the trade I had made, and mid-scream I snatched his cock inside of him. His balls followed, on their ascent astride his new uterus. 

"Please. I'm sorry. You can stop this."

Her hair swept long behind her, frozen in trajectory. She was coming along nicely. She would be ready to take her place soon. 

"How long were you in a coma after the accident?"

"A month."

"And you had amnesia didn't you?"

"Yes." He was practically my sister-in-law now. I blinked and painted his toenails pink. Details. I loved the details of a change. I blinked again and he cried out in pain — I pierced his ears. 

"I'm going to make you very tight for my brother now, so hold on."

I breathed in quickly. In one jolt her pussy squeezed tightly. "There. He will enjoy that."

"Please don't do this."

"You'd rather waste your life at that bar?"

"I'll change. I'm sorry. I was just lost. I get it now. I had a responsibility to do something with myself"

"It's never too late to start. This is your second chance.”

He moaned. His nipples were firm and I could see his pussy was getting wet and plush despite his protests. "Then please. Let me have amnesia. I want to forget. It's the only way I can go forward this way."

I shook my head. "This accident, once I hit play, will be talked about forever. How you ended up in separate vehicles, your miraculous survival - but more the whispers about how my brother’s wife grew more beautiful in an instant. More supple. More feminine. I'm going to take great joy in watching your manhood slowly crumble over family get-togethers and holidays until you completely accept your new life. No - You're going to remember everything. Plus one thing."

"What one thing?"

"To be a good wife to my brother means you being his personal slut."

"Oh god."

"Do whatever pleases him. Follow his lead. Let him use your body. Learn to be a good wife. Take pride in it.”

"I can't."

"Oh, you can do it. I believe in you Amanda. It may take time. But you will. You will surprise yourself.

"That's not my name!" 

"It is now, Amanda." I blinked and her body erupted. A deep orgasm, with aftershocks flowing over her new curves. She moaned out, searching the sky for what was happening.

"I-I'm not Amanda. . ." 

I shrugged and blinked five times in quick succession. "You look like her to me." Her eyes rolled back, her body went limp in pleasure.

Then I grabbed the stone, hit play in my mind, and leapt from the spinning wreckage of metal and glass into time.

Last week I met them for lunch. 

They looked happy. 

They said they were trying.

Amanda was quiet. I could tell she was still in awe of her changes, and her acceptance of them. My brother put his hand high on her thigh. She smiled. His cock has been between her lips many times over the last months.

She began to get wet. I could tell, because I was slowly able to feel everything around me. 

The black stone radiated heat into my chest. I savored it.