Disastrous Wishes

Disastrous Wishes

Maya wiped at her face, smearing the last of the tears on her cheeks as she gave up on any sympathy from her parents. It wasn't her fault she was so late getting home! Why couldn't her parents see?

There was a bump on her head and the coin that caused it for proof! But rather than listen to her explanation or bother to look at the swollen lump in her hair, they had focused on their own anger. Maya's tardiness was no more than an excuse to start another of their arguments. Their shouting voices pushed her out of the kitchen, down the stairs, and into her bedroom.

She touched the knot on her head. Even gentle pressure caused her to wince. The coin, tossed from a third story window, hit with enough force to knock her out. She laid in the alley for at almost two hours before she woke up and scurried home. It didn't help she'd been so groggy she walked halfway to school before realizing she was going in the wrong direction.

The coin twinkled at her from her desk. It cared as much about her plight as her parents. At least it had an excuse—it was just a stupid coin! "Couldn't they listen to me? Just this once?" Her voice grew more frustrated. "It's like I don't even exist! Like I'm some sort of excuse for them to be 'parental'! To fulfill some obligation to what their social circle expects!"

With a sigh she picked the thing up and peered at it. It was the first time she'd gotten a chance to really look it over—it was dusk by the time she had gathered enough of her wits to walk home—in the right direction.

It was kinda pretty in a dark and dangerous way. One side had a dragon—the Europe-kind with bat-like wings not the tiger-snake Chinese things—attacking a tower while the other depicted a town being destroyed by a tornado or something. There was writing around the edges in some language she had never seen before but looked decidedly fantasy-ish.

The angry growling from her empty stomach matched the mood she sensed from the coin. With another sigh—the sigh of unfairly treated girls everywhere—she put the thing back on her desk while she searched her room for any snacks. Her parents were fond of exiling her to her room without dinner so she had long-since taken the precaution of hiding junk food around the place.

Feeling somewhat better after a couple swiss rolls and a bag of BBQ potato chips Maya returned to her usual 'sent to her room' routine. She did her homework, did a little reading, got ready for bed, and stared dreamily at her Serenity McBride memorabilia.

A fashion model turned actress, Serenity was a rising star in nearby Los Angeles and far away Toronto. Even better, Serenity lived only a couple blocks away in a stately, sea-side estate. Every bit and piece of memorabilia Maya owned was signed by the actress and there were, even better, a couple of photos of her standing next to the starlet.

Maya looked longingly at her favorite. Since the photo only showed them from shoulders up there was no sign of the bench Maya was standing on to give the illusion the two were the same height. It had been so windy that day that their hair was tossed about, Serenity's honey-blonde and Maya's muddy auburn mingling together.

She loved the photo so much because it was difficult—at least in her mind—to tell she was just some scrawny kid shining in the glow of a gorgeous celebrity. Usually when she looked at the photo she wished Serenity were her mother, or that they were best friends, even sisters. She would wish for anything that would take her away from parents that were more worried about status than they were about love or caring.

This time, though, her usual ruminations were interrupted by that golden coin pressing into her elbow.

"Oh," she muttered, remembering the events earlier that evening. She picked up the coin, smiling wryly at it.

"As much trouble you've brought me," she told the dragon, "the least you could do is bring me a little luck." She paused and considered a moment. Nope. Didn't feel any luck bubbling up.

Her eyes turned to the photo. "I wish I were like you so everyone would treat me like an adult instead of a little girl!"

Maya's fingers clutched tightly around the coin as this time she did feel something! Her's eyes widened as she felt a lot of somethings.

"Wha—what's happening?" She could barely speak, her breath came in gasps. Her eyes swam and she room moved around her. The picture seemed to slip away from her, the wall tilting crazily.

No! She was slipping away from it! She was growing taller!

And growing in other ways as well. Her legs were lengthening, pushing her back in her chair as her feet were forced against the wall under the desk. Both desk and chair were sized for a girl, not an adult woman, and in seconds her chair tipped over and spilled her out on the floor.

She didn't notice however because she had more pressing problems. Much more pressing! She had been ready for bed in a sleep-shirt and shorts. Both of which were now much, much, too small for her. Maya moaned, trying to breathe as her shirt painfully constricted her upper body. As her torso grew and her bust filled out the shirt, its vice-like grip made her feel like a sadistic python was trying to crush her ribs. How could summer-weight cotton be so strong?

If the pain from her upper body was slowly driving her unconscious the reaction down lower was pushing her in the other direction. Her buttocks had filled out just like her bust, changing into a shapely bottom that, for all its lovely proportions, was simply too large for the simple shorts Maya liked to sleep in. The seam of her shorts was forced between the cheeks of her ass and around the front with the cloth wedged deeply into her labia.

As Maya squirmed and flailed her arms and legs in panic her world became focused on two contradictions: pain—incredible, mind-numbing pain—from her chest and driving, insatiable pleasure—of a sort she had never felt before—from below her waist. She felt her body moving, hips jerking spasmodically as her hands clawed first at her shirt then the shorts.

She couldn't breathe, her vision narrowed to a small section of the ceiling as her hands started jerking the cloth through her suddenly very adult—and very willing—sex. A few moments later she felt something else she had never felt before as an orgasm rioted through her body. Her back arched, ribs creaking painfully, as she—impossibly—sucked in a breath that was let out in a long, low moan as her shirt finally tore.

The sudden relief from the pain caused the burning, star-swept currents of passion to rise even higher in a cascade of sensation that drove her thinking, aware and conscious mind into retreat. All she felt was a need, a desire which she didn't know how to sate. Her body knew, though, and wet shorts were pushed aside and down, legs twisting, as fingers replaced cloth.

She was so busy breathing again that she wasn't at first aware of what she was doing. By the time her mind noted the movement of her hands she was long past caring. Not even when she realized she was rubbing herself down there with the cool presence of that coin!