Wishing Stone

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Is it possible for someone that life beats into the ground to be given another chance at life, but have the life be the complete opposite and still be a great one?

I hold my head in my hands as I try to clear my head of the last remnants of sleep. It’s five in the morning and after years of having to get up early for numerous job’s, you would think I had gotten used to it by now, but no... of course not. Finally I stand up on my aching old knees and hobble my way to the bathroom. I look in the mirror as I turn the lights on and see the same tired old face draped by long dark brown hair which is liberally peppered with grey hair and a long beard that is almost completely grey except for a few patches of brown. What little of my face that can be seen looks like old tanned and wrinkled leather. Slowly I move to the shower, and the heavenly feeling of the hot water loosening up my stiff body helps me wake up. I spend nearly forty minutes in the shower before getting out to get dressed and head out for the day. While from the shoulders up I look like I could be in my late sixties, from the shoulders down the small layering of fat that the years have given me covers mountains of muscles. I pull on a pair of ragged jeans that are more patches than the actual original jeans along with a thick flannel shirt over a thick t-shirt and along with a pair of old battered work boots. On my way out I grab my jacket and gloves and make my way down the hall and out of the building.

I live and work in Prudhoe Bay, Alaska working the oil fields doing any number of things the bosses tell me to. I start my day by walking down to the diner for a quick breakfast and some coffee before I start work. I walk in and as usual the place is packed but everyone has learned their lesson to make sure they leave a spot for me at the counter. Claire sees me right away and makes sure a cup of coffee is waiting for me to sit down and the cook is already cooking my breakfast.

“Morning Jason,” says Claire as she hurries off to get another patron their food.

Claire doesn’t belong anywhere near here. She’s twenty years old, extremely smart and drop dead gorgeous with a body that would make a goddess jealous. She is half Native American and half Italian, getting all her mother's looks and all her fathers abilities to deal with the tough guys of Prudhoe Bay, but luckily none of her father’s meanness or mothers drug addiction. She’s also always been nice to me no matter how bad of a mood I’m in.

She moved back here to Prudhoe Bay when she was sixteen with her parents when her grandmother got sick. Unfortunately she died only a year after they moved here. I still remember the old lady... like her son she was tough as nails, and if the rumors were true a Native American shaman, or something like that. Her grandmother was tough enough to deal with her father and even take a few punches from him when he got real drunk.

I’m knocked out of my thoughts as Claire slides my plate of food in front of me along with a small blue box with a yellow bow on top of it. “What the fuck is this Claire,” I demand.

“Oh, stop it Jason. Drink your coffee, and eat your breakfast like a good little boy, then you get to open your present.” she says as she walks off again with a smirk on her face.

A few of the guys sitting around me laugh but abruptly stop as glare at each of them. I start on my food and it’s heaven all over again, I’ve heard a lot of crap about food at diner’s but even home cooked food doesn’t come anywhere near the food here. By the time I’ve finished the food I’ve also finished another two cups of coffee and am ready for another day in the oil fields.

I look up to see Claire standing in front of me with her arms crossed and leaning against the wall, “Go on, open your present,” she says.

I pick it up and grudgingly open in it. Inside is rock with carvings in it and leather straps around it to work as a necklace. I look up at her obviously wanting to know what it is. “It was my grandma’s. Supposedly it’s good luck and can grant wishes. No, I don't think it can actually grant wishes but keep it for luck. Who knows, but with this new storm coming in today you should have a bit more luck.” With that she slides a large thermos across the counter towards me and grabs my cleared plate and cup to toss it in the sink.
“Thanks Claire, I'll see you later,” I say as I pull my wallet out.

“Nope it’s on me, happy birthday,” she says.

I look at her before pulling out twenty bucks and tossing it on the counter. “Tip, save it and get the fuck out of the state, you don't belong here.” As I walk out I see her reflection in the window and she’s just standing there with her hands on her hips smiling.

I head down the street to where the oil companies have trucks to take workers out to the oilfields. I get into the first one and am immediately pissed because it’s my boss driving.

“Morning Jason,” he says.

I simply grunt a welcome, sit back in my seat, and wait for truck to fill up so we can leave. My boss Ray won't be dissuaded from talking. “Bad news, Jason. I have to assign you to the repair duty on the pipeline. You’re the only one who knows enough about the repairs to actually be out there. Look at it on the bright side, you’re getting promoted and will be the boss of the team.” he says.

“I quit.”

“Nope still under contract.”

“Sue me, I’ve got nothing for you to take anyway.”

“Come on Jason, we need this. You won't be under me anymore. This isn’t just me assigning you and telling the team to do what you say. You’re actually in charge, it’s a real promotion. It comes with a truck, company housing, two grand a month company credit card for any expenses you and the team need, and a ten grand raise with another ten grand signing bonus,” he says.

I simply sit there and stare out the window at the storm that was just getting started.

Ray looks at me with a worried look as the rest of the team gets closer to the truck... fuck they’re all kid’s.

“Oh fuck it, twenty grand bonus and fifteen grand raise.” he says as he hands me a clipboard and pen.

I sigh deeply as I take the clipboard and sign it.

The rest of the team pile into the back of the cab and we head out towards the pipeline, with Ray droning on about me being there new boss while I stare out the window trying my best to block out his annoying voice.

Thirty minutes later I begin telling the team what to do and how to do it as Ray drives off. Within another hour the storm had gotten to the point we couldn’t see five feet in front of us and the wind was getting worse and worse. Before long the entire team is separated by the storm trying to find somewhere to get out of the storm even though I told them there was nowhere around here.

“Fuck this! I never wanted this shit! I wish my life was better, I wish I was filthy rich so I didn't have deal with all this!” The wind picks up again and blows even harder, so hard that I stagger backwards and trip over a rock. Suddenly my head kills me as everything goes dark, I don't feel the wind or the cold...I don't feel anything.

I come to as I feel someone grabbing my chest roughly and licking it, my first thought is to freak out, get pissed and kill whoever it is. They keep doing it and it quickly starts to feel amazing and that’s when I can feel it: I know the feeling, but from the other side... a cock rubbing up against a pussy... a wet one at that. Slowly I can feel the cock move in and I realize I must be dreaming because the only thing I can think of is that I have a pussy...but that’s impossible.

Finally the cock is all the way in and feels as if it’s about to rip me open as it slides in and out. OH MY GOD! It feel’s amazing as it slides in and out, more and more. Without thinking about it the muscles of my pussy tighten as the cock goes deeper. It starts pounding in harder and harder. Since I have a pussy, I must have breasts... and they’re being sucked and licked while a large strong hand grabs my butt as the cock picks up the pace even more. All the feeling comes back to my body, but it’s all more intense as my body gets hotter and hotter. Suddenly it’s as if my body explodes, and wave after wave radiates out from my pussy. I can feel the cock shuddering is it pushes in even harder and faster. The sensations become more and more intense until I finally pass out, but not before I finally am able to open my eye’s and see a large muscled man over me trying to catch his breath... then everything goes black.

Rnnng...Rnnng...Rnnng...Rnnng

I open my eyes as the ringing sound continues, unable to figure out what it is. I look around and that’s when I realize I'm not in my room in Prudhoe Bay. Everything’s bright with light coming from a window...I don't have any windows in my room in Prudhoe, it costs too much to keep the room heated with a window. Suddenly I remember my dream of being fucked by a man, and how amazing it felt. Thats when I move my hands across my stomach and feel how soft the skin is. I quickly sit up and realize two thing: I’m in bed with all the covers laying around the bed, and I have huge tits!

I start panicking and barely realize that the phone is still ringing, I quickly slide over to the side of the bed and grab the handset, raising it to my ear.

“Hello,” I say and nearly have a heart attack at the sound of my voice. It’s beautiful, sweet with a melodic tone to it, and a definite British accent.

“Hello Miss Leatherby, this is your ten o’clock wake up call,” says a womans voice.

“Oh... umm, thank you,” I reply.

“Would you like me to have your breakfast sent up,” she asks?

“Oh yeah, that would be great. Thank you,” I reply.

“Of course. It will be there in a moment,” she says.

“Just have it left in front of the door, please. Thank you,” I say once more.

I quickly look around trying to figure out what the hell is going on and decide to find a mirror to see what I look like. I walk across the room with my arm’s across my breasts, but I can still feel them bouncing and jiggling around, along with my ass and even my thighs. I walk through a door that I thought was the bathroom, but turns out to be a massive walk in closet that is mostly empty, except for a single rolling suitcase and some clothes hanging in one section. Across the room I see a platform with a mirror circling around half of it. I walk over to it and my jaw drops.

The woman in the mirror is gorgeous. On a one to ten scale, a twenty would still be an insult. She has a thin body, but with enough fat to be healthy... and from what I can tell enough for just the right parts to bounce and jiggle around. She even has a round, firm heart-shaped butt. Long dark brown hair surrounds her beautiful green eyes and full luscious lips, then falls to the middle of her back. What demands the most attention, and is the most obvious, are her breasts. Just like I thought earlier they are huge. At first glance they look fake except that they move and feel like real ones, with just the slightest bit of sag to them from the sheer weight. They're beautiful just like she is, and perfect too! I can hardly believe I’m looking at my own reflection in the mirror...

That’s when I realize that the person on the phone had some breakfast sent up. I look around hoping that there’s something around that I can toss on real quick. Finding nothing in the closet, I go back out into the bedroom to find the bathroom. It’s a mess with towels on the floor and makeup and all kinds of other stuff spread across the bathroom counters...yes, counters. Finally, I see a robe on the back of the door and put it on. It mostly fits... it shows off a lot of my breasts, but it’s the best that I could find. After covering as much up as I can, I tie it around my waist and look for the door. What I find is amazing. The place is huge, its not just the bedroom, walk in closet and bathroom. There’s an actual living room, and what with a quick glance looks like an office. I finally find the door and, after looking at through the peephole, see that there isn't anyone out there, so I open the door and grab the food cart.

The cart is loaded: fresh cut fruit, a boiled egg, toast, orange juice and coffee. I fill a cup of coffee and take a sip. I’m instantly revolted, it tastes terrible as if it’s too strong. I decide to put some milk in it, and it makes all the difference. Slightly perplexed about it, I grab the bowl of fruit and start looking around. The living room is huge easily half the size of the boarding house in Prudhoe Bay, and it’s filled with vases of flowers on top of expensive looking tables and desks. Beige couches and chairs are all around a coffee table in perfect line of sight with a huge flat-screen TV. I didn't even know they made them that big, I’ve only ever seen one and that was in Anchorage. I move into the office and its more of the same: flowers and vases with expensive furniture. While I'm looking around I see a bunch of papers on the desk and decide to take a look at them.

I take a seat and read the first paper on the top, it’s still in the envelope and addressed to Emilia Leatherby.

Dear Miss Leatherby,

My name is Charles Wright and I am the assistant to the Lord High Chancellor of Great Britain. It has come to our attention that you are the direct descendant of the late Duke of Blackpool, Lord Arthur Leatherby X who passed away in 1874 and was thought to be the last of his line. But it turns out that he had a legitimate child that was not originally recorded in the families histories.

That brings us to you, as a direct descendant of Lord Leatherby you are allowed to inherit all titles and wealth that have been kept in a trust incase an heir was ever discovered. I beg your forgiveness for the frankness of this letter but we do prefer the quick resolution of these matters.

Sincerely,

Charles Wright

HOLY SHIT... the wish! I wished that my life was better and that I was filthy rich during the storm, and it worked. The stone! Where the hell is it? My hand quickly shoots to my neck but the necklace isn’t there.

I get up and run to the bedroom, my breasts bouncing all over the place even with the robe trying to hold them. Finally, I reach the bedroom and start tearing the place apart, picking up everything on the floor and searching the bed. I decide to take a chance and look in the bathroom, under all the towels and even in the small bag of jewelry. I find nothing... this is not good, but I keep looking thinking that I might have missed it somewhere, and out of the corner of my eye I see something at the bottom of the huge bath tub. Thank god, it’s the stone! I hug it to my chest, so thankful that I found it.

Relieved that I have the stone around my neck again, I walk back into the office to see if there’s anything useful in the rest of the papers. Looking through them I find that everything has been taken care of except for actually meeting with the chancellor and signing a few legal papers. Once the papers have been signed all the titles, land, and money will be in my name. Apparently the family manor has been kept in near perfect condition over the years, the late Lord Leatherby had set aside a sizable fund to keep all the family's properties in good condition. It also turns out that the meeting with the chancellor was yesterday afternoon. It must have gone well since I’m staying in such a nice suite. All that is left is to go and see the family manor.

“Well I guess I might as well take a shower and get dressed,” I mutter as I head back into the bedroom and towards the bathroom. I step into the shower stall and get the temperature just right before stepping in. As the hot water hits my skin it sends a jolt through my entire body. It feels exactly like it did last night, but less intense. I don't know how long I stand there, but eventually I snap out of it. I clean myself up slowly, reveling in the feeling of it all. Eventually I finish the shower and step out to carefully dry off, so as not to get to into it. Looking around the bathroom I’m in shock at all the things that some women have just to get ready for the day. I realize that I’m completely in over my head and so decide to try and use the stone.

“I wish that I knew everything I need to know about being a women,” I say out loud.

I stagger backwards as I'm bombarded with a massive amount of knowledge. I immediately know what I need to do. It takes me a little bit over an hour to get ready and it’s all really unnerving with just the sheer amount of things that need to be done. Finally, I finish up in the bathroom and walk into the closet. There are only two outfits, a flower printed dress and a red blouse with a tight pair of jeans. “Well this isn’t a tough decision at all,” I mutter to myself as I grab the blouse and jeans. Even though I don't like how tight the jeans are will be I know that I would hate the dress even more.

I seriously debated with myself about putting some makeup on, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Plus there really isn’t any reason to since my skin is perfect. I’m quickly realizing my breasts are the only things most people will ever notice anyway. While getting dressed I took a look at the bra to see what the size was, and boy was I in shock. I didn’t even know they made them as big as a 36-I cup. Eventually I get over the shock and go back to the office to take a look at the last of the paper’s.

I take a seat at the desk and pick up the last of papers, it’s a short letter with the seal of the Leatherby Household staff.

Dear Lady Leatherby,

My name is Pierce Wells and I am the head butler of your families seat of power, the Leatherby House. There is much that I need to explain to you and teach you about your family and their lands and property, far too much to put in a letter. So I have sent a driver to pick you up and bring you to the home whenever you wish to, he will be staying at the Felton Hotel under the name Reed Kendrick.

I hope to meet you soon.

Sincerely,

Pierce Wells
Head Butler Leatherby House, Duchy of Blackpool

I sit back and think a few moments before deciding that I might as well call the driver and go meet Pierce and the rest of the household staff. As I pick up the phone, I notice that my legs are spread apart as a guy would sit. I smile as a little bit since it’s definitely not how a proper noble lady or even a normal girl would be sitting.

It takes the driver around thirty minutes to get to my hotel. When he I walk outside to meet him my jaw drops when I see the car. It looks like one from the fifties, with a large silver stripe down the middle of the sides and the rest of the car painted black. It looks like something that royalty would be driven around in. The driver is holding the back door of the car open and smiling at me.

“Hello Lady Leatherby, my name is Reed and I will be your driver today. Please leave your bag there and I will load it into the boot.” He says with a smile.

“Oh, umm... thank you Reed,” I reply.

I do my best to get into the car as gracefully as possible but I do have a bit of trouble with it, once I’m seated Reed closes the door gently and puts my bag into the trunk before getting behind the wheel.
“What is our destination today, my Lady,” he asks as drives down the street.

“I was thinking that I should go and meet Pierce Wells at Leatherby House, he sent me a letter saying that there was a lot that he needed to tell me about my family,” I reply.

“Ah, excellent choice. The estate and house are absolutely beautiful. I do apologize though, it will take a little over four hours to get there,” he replies.

I takes us around thirty minutes to get out of the city. I can’t believe how many people just stop what they're doing to stare at the car as we go by. It must not be a very common thing to see a car in such good condition like this still being driven around. It’s another hour before something gets me curious and I just can't help myself from asking.

“Reed, if the last duke died in the late 1800’s where did this car come from,” I ask.

“Mr. Wells’ father bought it. The head butlers have been in charge of the trust that keeps all your family’s lands and properties in good condition. The Wells have actually worked for your family for nearly seven hundred years, they’re almost as old as your family itself. They’ve also been able to add to the trust’s fortune by having a spectacular head for business. On the weekends the lands of the Leatherby House are open to the public, for a reasonable fee, and a lot of people go to have picnics, or just walk around.”

“The Leatherby House started out as a castle and was built in the early 900’s. Your family started out as Earls and sided with one of the early Kings of England. Eventually they started expanding outwards from the county and became so powerful that the King formed their lands into a Duchy to appease them. With all the land that they had, they were content to sit back and avoid any trouble with the politics of the realm. I probably should leave it at that, Pierce might get angry if I tell you everything, he has been hoping to meet an actual Leatherby for his entire life,” he says.

“Wow, that’s all pretty amazing, thank you Reed,” I reply.

A few hours later we turn off the main road and drive down a gravel road under huge hanging trees. We pass through a huge stone gate that’s attached to a wall that must be at least fifteen feet thick. It’s when we get out the other side that I see the rest of the grounds. Everything is perfect, the grass is freshly cut and green everywhere. I can see a huge and beautiful garden with bright flowers in the distance and what looks like a huge set of stairs with water running down them. The thing that demands the most attention is the house, and parts of it definitely look like they're from a castle.

“Almost five hundred rooms in the house and every last one of them are in nearly perfect condition. It’s also been updated through the years and even has air conditioning and cable internet,” says Reed.

Reed pulls the car up to the a huge staircase in front of the house where I can see at least twenty people are lining the stairs and an older man is waiting at the very top. Reed jumps out of the car and opens the back door for me to get out. As I make my way up the stairs I notice that every single person is dressed in a perfectly tailored uniform. Finally I reach the top of the stairs and come face to face with Pierce Wells. He looks to be in his late fifties to early sixties, at least six feet tall and looks to be in very good shape.

“Your Grace, welcome home,” he says with a smile.

“Thank you.”

“Please come inside we have much to discuss before dinner is ready,” he says as he motions for me to follow him. We walk through the halls for awhile and I can't help but be amazed at the house. The floor look like they are made of marble while the walls are wood paneling with gold paint, with antiques lining the hallways and paintings on the walls, everything is in perfect and beautiful condition.

I’m lead into large room that I realize is actually a massive office that looks as if it doubles as a library with four levels to it. I take a seat in front of a huge old fireplace while Pierce takes a seat in another chair across from me.

“I hope your trip here wasn’t too uncomfortable,” he says.

“No it wasn’t too bad,” I reply.

“What do you know your family,” he asks.

I spend a few moments and tell him what Reed told me on the drive. He frowns at this, “it wasn’t really his place to speak of any of it, but we’ll have to overlook that for now. Everything that he said is true but glosses over a few things. What few people realize is just how powerful the Leatherby's were. Terms like kingmakers and others have been thrown around, but they don't really tell the whole truth. Having their support kept Kings on the throne. It made the kingdom more powerful because they had the gold to help support anything that was needed. They had substantial amounts of land in Italy, the Holy Roman Empire and France. I’ve even found writings that make me believe that they had enough power to effect the elections of the Holy Roman Empire. While the King had the royal court, the Dukes had theirs and it was just as important if not more. It all lasted until the last duke died, and over the centuries they diversified and expanded their wealth to the point that they owned a number of companies. You see, they saw that the nobility and the monarchs importance in the world was going to come to an end someday. They felt that companies and businesses were where the power and money would be. Today, while you don't own the companies you do own a substantial percentage of them, and will never have to work or worry about money ever again.”

As I stand there in shock at what he said he hands picks up a small book and a pair of reading glasses and starts naming the biggest most well known companies in the world that even I have heard of in my isolation in Alaska. “With all your land, buildings, and stocks in companies you have a net worth over forty billion pounds, with another fifteen billion in cash that has been spread around the world to protect it from a bank failing. Plus there’s the items inside this house and the ones in France, Italy and your townhouses in London and New York, all of which have been kept in perfect condition with a full staff at all times. I understand from the High Chancellor’s assistant that you did not have the greatest of upbringings, but from this day on you have nothing to worry about and I also understand that you may not understand all the etiquettes of someone of your place in the world, but we will teach you what you need to know and as for the rest...well to hell with it you're too wealthy to care what others think,” he says with another smile.

“Now I can only imagine that you need a little time to absorb all this. Please let me show you to the master bedroom. You can rest there for a while until dinner is ready,” he says as he stands up. I follow him down the hallway and back to the entrance hall where he leads me to small elevator, he turns a small key and presses the button for the sixth floor. The elevator runs a bit slow, but for how old it looks it actually runs really well. The sixth floor is a lot like the first one, but instead of marble floors its polished hardwood and more antique furniture, sculptures, and paintings on the walls. The hall ends with two doors.

“Through those doors are your personal quarters, I’ll have someone sent up once dinner is ready and if you need anything in the meantime just press one on any phone and someone will answer right away,” he says as he waves his arm at the doors.

“Thank you, Pierce,” I say as a smile spreads across my face.

“You’re welcome, Duchess,” he says and turns around as he bows his head slightly.

“Oh Pierce, please don't call me that. Call me by my first name, or at least Miss Leatherby... please,” I say.

He stops and hesitates before saying, “of course, Miss Leatherby.”

With that I open the doors and walking into my personal quarters. It’s completely different from the rest of the house. It’s all decorated in modern decor, with warm soft colors. Everything looks insanely expensive, just like the rest of the house. I walk into the bedroom and just like everything else it looks amazing with a bed that has one of those canopies, and it looks like it’s bigger than even a king sized bed by a lot. I poke my head into the closet and find it to be filled with clothes and a small section in the middle that has shelves filled with shoes. I take a quick look at some of the clothes and come to the conclusion that they won't fit me with my breasts.

“Hmm guess I need to go clothes shopping,” I say to myself as I walk back into the bedroom and sit down on the bed.

Eventually Pierce sends someone up to get me for dinner. It’s a huge affair, and I end up only having a little off the plate that’s put in front of me. The next day I’m driven into the nearest city and without thinking of it too much end up buying nearly everything that I see. I have a blast doing something that I hated with a passion as a guy, and fill the boot with bags of jeans, shirts, and shoes. Without even noticing it I also buy a large amount of dresses, in many different styles. Reed also takes me to a small boutique where I’m fitted for some custom lingerie since thats the only way to get a bra that will fit me.

One year later...

It’s been a year since that day, and a lot has changed. For one, I only think about my previous life every once in awhile and my aversion to anything feminine is all but gone and only surfaces from time to time. One of the biggest changes though is in my social life. I have a small group of friends that I’m very close to, which I never had as a guy. We go around the country to different cities and just hangout in the city for a while before moving on. The biggest thing is that I’ve been dating a lot for the last year, I’ve had six boyfriends, two girlfriends, and so many one night stands that I lost count.

“Mmmm,” I sigh as I stretch my arms and legs. I open my eyes to the sun shining through the wall of windows and bathing me in warm light. I look to the side and see that the rest of the bed is empty, the guy must of snuck out... as he should. I get out of the bed and immediately feel the familiar weight as my breasts fall a bit. I walk into the bathroom while revelling in the subtle movements of my body and sit down on the ledge of the bathtub as I fill it with hot water and bubbles. I spend the rest of the day having myself pampered with a mani/pedi and a very deep massage before getting dressed in the skimpiest and sexiest dress that I happened to like at the that moment.

Reed drives me and a few friends to a real hot club named Alegre in West London. On the way there we have a few glasses of champagne while we tell each other raunchy jokes.

Reed pulls the car up slowly and as he does every single person stares at it. They only continue to stare as Reed opens the door for us. Every last one of us puts a little extra movements into our hips as we walk straight into the club. Once inside we look around to see if there are any good looking guys yet. Sadly there aren't, so we get a booth for ourselves and get a bottle of champagne.

There may not have been any good looking guys, but there is a group of girls that might definitely give us a bit of competition. There’s also a pudgy geeky looking guy with them that looks like he wouldn't be too bad looking if he lost a bit of weight. We spend another hour drinking our champagne and dancing to the music as more and more people start coming in. Within just a few minutes a group of newly arrived guys walks over to our table with another bottle of champagne.

“Hi girls, how’s your night going,” says one.

It’s only when they get closer that I can get a good look at them, and when I do my stomach turn’s. Their clothes look like they haven't been washed in a weeks. A few of them look as if they have Spanish Moss growing on their teeth, and at least one of them seems to be practically swimming in cheap cologne. They’re also pretty rude, with way out of line comments and while I perfectly understand it, I do prefer people to at least try to look somewhere else other than my breasts. We all quickly thank them for the champagne but make it clear that nothing’s going to happen. They get angry but quickly decide to move on.

We spend another hour with more champagne and more dancing. I soak up the music as I sway my hips to the intoxicating beat. Soon I feel like having something else to drink other than champagne. I walk towards the bar, and as I walk up the crowd around it moves aside like it’s curtain. Once at the bar I only have to wait a few seconds before a bartender get’s me my cosmo. I turn around to look at the rest of the club and as I do the pudgy guy from earlier walks up to me. It’s then that I get a bit of a better look at him, he’s a few inches taller then me and a bit more than just pudgy. I can tell that he’s definitely a nerd.

He looks over to the group of girls that he was sitting with earlier and out of the corner of my eye I see them trying to encourage him to say something.

“Umm..hi my...my..my names..umm Ryan,” he stutters.

Oh boy. Normally I would be nice and tell him I don't really feel like talking, but he really seems to be a nice guy and there’s no one else for me to talk to since all my friends have found someone to dance with.

“How about you buy me another drink and we can talk for a bit,” I suggest.

“Umm...sorry I uhh I can’t afford...uhh a drink here,” he says as he looks away ashamed.

“Ok then, I’ll buy you a drink,“ I reply with a smile as I place my hand on his arm and guide him to an open spot at the bar.

“What do you usually drink,” I ask.

“Umm whiskey, neat,” he replies.

I quickly get a bartender’s attention, “can I please have a glass of your best whiskey with two ice cubes please,” I ask.

“You're not from around here, are you Ryan,” I ask.

He takes a quick sip from his glass and his eyes light up as before he replies, “oh uhh no, I’m from Illinois in ...uhh the US.”

“What are you doing here in England,” I ask as he takes another sip.

“I’m working on my degree in computer science at Oxford,” he says.

“Do you like it here, or do you miss Illinois,” I ask.

“I really like it here, it’s so much more different than what I grew up with,” he replies with a smile.

We spend a while talking, in which I find that the group of girls he’s with are one of his cousins, and a few of her friends that he’s known since they were all kids. Eventually I pull him out on the dance floor, where he objects profusely to dancing.

I laugh before saying, “oh come on, I promise it won't be bad at all, just step to the left and then back and then do the opposite I’ll do the rest,” I say with a smile.

He reluctantly does as I told him. I turn my back towards him and start to slowly sway back and forth to the music. Soon I take his hands and place them on my hips as I turn around. I look up into his eyes and slowly kiss him lightly on the lips as I put my arms around his neck and continue to sway my hips.

I don’t know how long we stay like that but eventually I take his hand and we walk out of the club. I tell Reed to stay here, and to take any of my friends home that need a ride as we get into a cab. It only takes ten minutes to get to my townhouse, but for some reason I don’t want to stop kissing him, his hands running over my body are driving me crazy...

The doorman at the house barely has enough time to open the door as we hurry inside and practically sprint up to the master suite. The second we get through the doors I rip his shirt off and as I kiss him deeply he wraps his arms around me and kisses me back. Once we get into the bedroom I push him down on the bed and slowly start to strip my clothes off. As soon as I take my bra off his jaw drops so hard that I swear I can hear it crack.

I laugh and say, “oh come on you haven’t seen them before,” as I slowly crawl up his body. I rip the rest of his clothes off and smile as I see that his cock is rock hard already and a lot bigger than I expected it to be. I slowly move hand up and down as I run my tongue around the tip and slowly down the rest of the way. I move my hands down and cradle his balls as inch by inch I take his cock into my mouth. I do my best to drive him crazy without making him cum.

Soon I crawl up his body again and straddle his hips, slowly reach back hold his cock as I gently lower myself onto it. I gasp as his hot cock slides into my dripping pussy and he starts to gently suck on my nipples. I start moving up and down his cock slowly as he continues to suck my nipples and he moves his hands to my ass. He squeezes and playfully slaps it in time as I reach the bottom of my thrusts.

“Nnng...nnng...Oh GOD,” I moan.

Suddenly he rolls over so that he’s on top of me and starts to thrust his cock in and out quicker while I slowly squeeze and un-squeeze my pussy. He starts to quicken the pace, pushing his cock in as he kisses my neck. Both of our breathing quickens and I can feel tingling in my feet that slowly starts to move up my legs.

“Nnng...nnng...Oh GOD! Please don’t stop,” I scream.

He slides his cock in and out faster and faster as I wrap my legs around his waist and grip his back as best as I can. He slams it in as deep as possible even faster now. I scream and arch my back as everything seems to explode. I hear him grunt as I can feel his cock twitch deep in me as a warmth slowly spreads.

We lay there a few moments as I kiss him lightly on his ear as he kisses me on my neck. Soon he rolls over and I lay on my side next him. I look at his face as he looks at me and I smile as I take his cock in my hands and start stroking it again. He smiles at me as he takes my face in his hand kisses me deeply.

We go at it twice more before we pass out in each others arms with the sun shining through the windows. I’ve never felt anything like that before, it had always felt great but this time besides feeling great it felt right. The first two times actually made me hornier and more energetic. I slowly open my eyes to see that I have my arm draped over his chest as he holds me in his arm and I smile as I snuggle even closer to him and fall back asleep.

Eventually I open my eyes again and roll over to my back, I smile to myself as I sit up and hold my knees as I watch Ryan lay there. Soon he opens his eyes and smiles at me as he runs his hands over my legs.

“Morning Ryan,” I say.

“Morning...you know I still don't know your name,” he says as he smiles.

I laugh as I say, “oh god really? It’s Emilia.”

“Hey what time is it,” he asks.

I smile as I crawl on top of him and my breasts lay on him, I look at the clock and as I kiss him I slowly tell him the time, “oh wow, it’s a little after one o’clock.”

He laughs and quickly sits up, nearly throwing me to the ground before I feel his arms wrap around me and place me back on the bed. He jumps up and starts pulling his clothes on quickly.

“I’m sorry, I really I am, but I’ve missed two classes already today and I can’t miss the next one, the professor will kill me,” he says as he pulls his shoes on.

“It’s ok, don't worry about it. You can make up for it by calling me sometime.” I say as I grab a pen and walk over to him while slowly swaying my hips. I stop him from buttoning up the rest of his shirt as I take the pen and write my name along with my mobile number. I then pick up the phone from the bed stand as I hold onto his shirt lightly.

I press one and wait a moment until someone picks up the phone, “How can I help you Miss Leatherby?”

“Oh good it’s you Reed, can you please bring a car around? My friend Ryan needs a ride.”

“Of course Miss Leatherby, I’ll have the Silver Wraith in front in just a moment,” he replies.

I thank him quickly before I wrap myself in a silk robe and walk downstairs with Ryan. He kisses me deeply before getting in the car and I look out the door for a few moments after he gone before going back upstairs.

Over the next two weeks we go on six dates and another three times we just stay in and watch movies. Most days I can’t stop thinking about him even for a little while and nothing makes me happier than jumping into his arms when I see him again.

Soon I get a get a call from Gerrard Linwood, one of the private investigators that I hired, asking me to come and meet him at the Monmouth coffee shop right away, It takes Reed a half hour to drive me there with all the traffic. I look around and quickly find Linwood since he’s impossible to miss. He’s only an inch or two taller than me but the thing that makes him impossible to miss is the fact that he looks to be over four hundred pounds. Even with the fact that he’s impossible to miss he’s one of the best PI’s in the world, and definitely charges like he is.

As I make my way to the table he’s at he struggles to stand up before I motion for him to stay seated. “Good morning Miss Leatherby. I apologize for the abruptness of our meeting today but I’ve completed my investigation.”

I motion for him to continue as a waitress brings our coffee’s, “I’ll be blunt, I found out what happened to your friend Claire. Around two year’s ago she was in New York City and apparently her father had found out that she was left a sizable amount of money by a friend who had worked in the Prudhoe Bay oil fields and died. For a year she moved across the country as he stalked her trying to force her to give him the money. It was in New York when he got really violent...her body was found inside an abandoned subway station. The police believe that she was held captive for at least two weeks and during that time she was beaten repeatedly and he was gunned down in a shootout with the police.”

“I’m sorry Miss Leatherby, I wish I could bring you good news,” he says as he leaves some money on the table for both our coffees. I sit at the table with my hand over my mouth and fight to keep the tears out of my eyes. Soon I get up and numbly walk to the street as the Reed pulls up in the car. Once in the car I tell him to take me to Leatherby House and he immediately begins the long drive.

I take my cellphone out of my purse and call Ryan’s to let him know I’ll be gone for at least couple days, and that I’ll miss while I’m gone. I stare out the window still in shock at what Linwood told me, I just can’t believe she’s dead. It’s during the drive that I decide on what I’m going to do and before I know it we pull up to the stairs of the house. I vaguely notice the staff are hurrying to try and line up on the stairs but I quickly walk up the stairs and into the house. I apologize to Pierce but tell him I'm in a hurry as I head straight for the library and close the doors behind me.

“Ok I can do this and it’ll all be fixed,” I say to myself as I take a deep breath and walk up the cast iron spiral staircase to the second level and circle around until I come to the small reading room. I walk into the room and press a small insert in the carvings on the wall, as the opposite wall of the room slides open the lights behind it turn on to reveal another spiral staircase but this one going down and made of stone. It takes a few minutes to reach the bottom since the stairs goes further under the house than even the wine cellar does. I walk down the corridor into the vault where I keep the wishing stone for safe keeping. I pick it up and place it around my neck with the familiar feeling of it resting in between my breasts.

“I wish that Claire Darrow was alive, happy and that she was completely safe.” I sigh with relief as I put the stone back and make my way back upstairs.

Three years later...

The last three years have been both insane and the absolute best time of my life, I don't know if it was the wish that I made or just fate but a month after I made the wish I found out that I was pregnant. Eight months later a beautiful baby girl was born and we Ryan and I named her Claire. A month after Ryan and I got married on a private island in the Caribbean that    Pierce had bought a few years ago and turned into a resort. The entire island was shut down for the wedding and we decided to have our honeymoon there too. It was a little over a month later that I found out I was pregnant again and this time it was triplets and while I thought I was huge the first time it was nothing compared to the second, but just like the first time it was a pretty easy pregnancy and I absolutely enjoyed it. It happened again a little over a month after I gave birth to the triplets but this time it wasn't as smooth as the last month in a half I had to stay in bed but other than that ever and this time it was a boy and girl. The strange thing is I didn’t really gain too much weight in any of the pregnancies, with in just a few weeks my stomach was back to the way it was before the pregnancies. But to the great joy of Ryan my breasts have definitely got bigger.

“Well that’s enough time spent looking back.” I mutter to myself as I slowly make my way down the hallway to the master suite. I barely even notice that I’m rubbing my massive belly again, because you see I'm pregnant yet again and with triplets again. For a while now I’ve been thinking that when I made my original wish the stone actually added some...I’ll call it extra things, but I have to be completely honest...I don't care, in my old life I never thought I could be this happy ever, I didn’t even think it possible for anyone.

I finally reach the master suite and take my robe off as I walk straight for the bathroom. The second I walk in I get the water in the shower just right in step in. The shower is amazing, it’s completely open without any glass doors or walls except one where a bench is for me to sit on while water rains down from the ceiling. I don’t how long I stand there under the warm water but soon I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and hands rest on my belly as I can feel something hard rubbing against my ass. I know it’s Ryan as I lean my head backwards and rest it on his shoulder, we stay like that for a while just relaxing and enjoying being together.

I turn around and take his cock in my hand, marveling at it’s size. Ever since we first had sex it’s actually grown larger and now it’s huge, a few months ago I actually measured it and I found that it measured a little over ten inches long and nearly four inches around. I slowly run my hand over the entire length as Ryan kisses me and plays with my huge tits, soon I tell him I want to sit down and he helps me down to the bench.

I grip his cock as I pull him nearer me, I can barely fit his cock in my mouth its so big, but I eventually am able to as I slowly work my way to the base. Unlike the first time I tried to deepthroat him I have no problems anymore and I feel him place his hands on the sides of my head as he slowly and gently thrusts in and out as I play with his balls. It doesn't take too long before he dumps his load into my mouth and I lick his cock completely clean. He goes a little limp for a few minutes but with my help he soon rock hard again and he helps me stand up again as I stroke his cock again slowly. He turns me around so that I can lean against the wall as he my back hole with lube and gently pushes his fingers in.

“nnhg put it in...nng now,” I moan as he continues to push his fingers in. Soon after I start moaning for him to stick his cock in my ass he complies to my demands and I can feel the pain as his massive cock slowly pushes in. He knows just how I like it and I can slowly feel his entire length pushing. Soon he picks up the pace and I can feel him get deeper with his thrusts as he slams his cock in.

“YES!!! more...nnhg...more!!” As he slams in more and more with his balls slapping into my pussy and I slowly let myself slide down the wall until I hold myself up on the bench so he can slam his cock down and in. Almost as soon as I do this I can feel my body start to tingle and real soon it starts to spread. I didn’t believe it but Ryan starts to pummel my ass even faster and harder as I clench my ass over and over.

“YEEEESSS! OH MY GOD!!!.” I scream as I’m rocked by wave after wave of pleasure and Ryan keeps pounding my ass as he dumps his newest load. I slowly drop to my knees with Ryans help before he sits down and kneel there as we work to catch our breath. He takes my chin into his hand as he kisses me on the lips, we stay like that for awhile until I tell him to help me up. I grab the soap and clean his cock off which is rock hard again as we continue kissing and he plays with my tits some more.

“Lay down on the floor,” I tell him.

He immediately follows my order and I slowly lower myself until my massively gravid belly is resting on his belly while his cock is wedged between my ass cheeks. With surprising strength for him he lifts me up enough so I can position his cock under my pussy. I slowly start moving up and down on his cock as he moves his hands to my ass and starts squeezing each cheek. I lean forward as I start gyrating and slamming my pussy down on his cock every once in awhile along with teasing Ryan by dangling my tits over his mouth.

I lean back again as I quicken the pace and Ryan starts to thrust upwards and I grab my tits and start mashing them together as he starts squeeze my ass even harder. I quickly slide of his cock and laugh at his objections.

“Come on then, get up and take me...if you’ve got it in ya of course.” I playfully say as I wiggle my ass.

He laughs as he gets on his knees and positions himself behind me. Suddenly he grabs my hips as he slams his cock into my pussy.

“Ohhh...nnngh...that hit...mmm...a nerve,” I moan as he slams his cock in repeatedly.

As he slides his cock in faster and harder I gyrate my hips faster and faster. He moves one of his hands to my tits as they swing back and forth with both of our motions, and as he squeezes it I can feel the milk squirt out. It feels amazing as he moves to the other one and quickens his pace even more.

This time there is no warning for me as wave after wave of pleasure slams through me and nearly simultaneously Ryan blows his load in me for the third time. He continues pumping his cock into my pussy until he gets every last drop out of his balls.

We both lay down on our sides with the water running over us as we lay there with Ryan's arms around me. I can’t help but feel like this is what I was meant for all my life, that my life as a male was just one massive cosmic screw up.

“Ryan...I love you...and never want this to change,” I say.

“I love you too Emilia and I don’t want it to change either,” he says as I feel his rock hard cock poking my ass again.

I giggle as I take his cock in my hand and move it to my pussy...I see my self barefoot and pregnant for along time to come and am so excited.

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Not bad at all.

I liked this story. The only thing I would have changed is to draw things out a little more. maybe add a little more conflict to it. such as making the gender change a little more drawn out with the identity change moving at a different pace to mix things up. then having to master the feminine arts instead of a wish granted memory dump with all the skills she needs.

Just a few thoughts.

Jessica Marie.

A nice first offering

A bit heavy on the straight eroticism, and not much in the way of conflict, but still a fun read. I hope you stick with us and we can see more from you in the future. Best of luck,

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Titania

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Wishing stone good post

The story is simple fun. Taking a guy's cock from the ass to the vaginia is inviting trouble, and a bad time, during pregnancy, to get a likely infection. ...I would like to here more of her ongoing story. I wait for the next chapter.

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Jessica Connors