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Subject: {ASSM} Bad Wishing 2:The Wife Beater (tg, magic)
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Patty's back! Another short one I cranked out for fun to take a break from
homework.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such
material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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BAD WISHING:THE WIFE BEATER
Victor smacked his wife one more time. He had had a bad day at work with
lots of problems that he was blamed for. Now, according to Victor, if
people had just listened to him and done what he had told them, everything
would've worked out. Nothing was his fault.
And when he came home, his wife MADE him smack her around by giving him
flak about... what had it been? No matter. It was her fault. She just
wouldn't listen to him. Nobody listened to him.
His wife, Georgia, was laying on the floor, one eye swollen shut, when
Victor heard a voice say, "Don't seem you respect your marriage much."
Victor turned on the voice, but saw nothing, until he heard, "Down here."
Victor looked down and saw a two foot man, dressed all in green.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Patty, the leprechaun."
"Right. Leprechaun or not, no one insults me in my own home!"
Victor advanced on Patty, but the leprechaun said, "Now, now, me boy-o.
Don't get yourself all riled up. I'm not judging, just making an
observation. I was figuring that, since your marriage don't seem to mean
that much to you, perhaps you'd be willing to trade in that gold bauble you
wear on your left hand."
"My wedding ring? What do you want with it?"
"Don't you know a thing about leprechauns, lad? We collect the stuff, and
since very few people carry gold coins anymore, we have to find it other
ways."
"Why should I let you take my ring?"
"Vic-boy, I can't TAKE your ring. It must be given freely. So in return
for that lovely, I am willing to grant you one wish."
"A wish? Anything I want?"
Georgia, incredulous that her husband would even consider such a thing,
implored, "Victor-"
He just growled, "Shut up!" Then, "So? Anything I want?"
"If it's within my power to grant, it's yours. If not, you get your ring
back."
Victor thought about it then said, "It's a deal." He removed the ring and
handed it to Patty.
"So what's it to be?"
Victor said, "I wish I had a job where I had a bunch of people working
under me, all of whom had to listen to me."
Patty grinned an evil grin, glad that this mortal hadn't thought his wish
through. "Granted." Suddenly, Victor disappeared. Patty turned to
Georgia, now crying on the floor. "Now, lass, since your husband has so
blithely discarded your union, perhaps I could talk you into exchanging
your ring for a wish?"
"Horrible, evil beast! You've stolen my husband. Just go away!"
"Lass, he was never much of a husband. He beat you, took you for granted,
and was, in general, a lousy human. Now I'm giving you a chance to turn
things around and take back what he destroyed."
Georgia looked at her ring and slowly removed it from her hand. She handed
it to Patty and he asked, "So what's it to be?"
"I wish... I were still married to Vic."
Patty smiled. If everything else had been the same, that was a wish he
never would've granted. But considering what he had done to Victor, that
wish was extremely apropos. "Granted," he said as Georgia disappeared.
************
FIVE YEARS LATER...
Victoria stood in front of the stove, the baby in his high chair beside
her, stirring a pot of stew. Imagine "her" surprise, when right after
making the wish, she had found herself in a delivery room giving birth to
her first child. Thankfully, only a minute later, her husband, George, had
rushed in to guide her through her birth.
Victor had to admit this life wasn't what he expected when making the wish,
but as a housewife now working on her sixth child, his wish had been
fulfilled. She had a bunch of kids working under her, and her husband and
kids all listened to her, didn't necessarily obey, but they did listen.
Her husband, George, stepped up behind her, reached around, cupped her
breast, and said, "God, you're sexy."
Victoria turned back and kissed George. "I'm a pregnant cow."
"A pregnant cow with really big tits." Vicky smiled. Having breast fed at
least two babies at a time over the last four years, of course her breasts
were huge. "Besides I like you barefoot and pregnant."
"Flatterer. Now go on before you make me burn the stew."
Victoria felt George's hand under her house dress. "Turn the heat off."
She turned the heat off as he bent her over and entered her. For some
reason, she could deny him nothing, which was why she never wore panties.
But that was okay, normally he was as caring and sensitive as a woman. It
was just that he was so insistent about sex.
As George (once Georgia) serviced his wife, he mused on his new life. He
was surprised at being in a male body, but quickly adjusted. He had been
briefly tempted to behave as Vic had, but just couldn't do that. It really
wasn't necessary though. Victor (now Victoria) was now a dutiful wife, and
had become what he seemed to want Georgia to be. "She" gladly made herself
available whenever George wanted. Which was good, because George couldn't
keep his hands (et. al.) off of her.
When your work speaks for itself, don't interrupt.
If your work can't speak for itself, nothing you can say will change that.
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
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