Interlude

The Broker was bored. He was gazing into a bank of monitors that allowed him to watch the chaos unleashed by his wares. But business was slow, and he'd still only sold a handful of his product.

A couple of girls from the local high school had bought what they thought was a love potion. Instead, it transformed them into the perfect woman for the first man they saw. Abby, the blonde first laid her eyes on her English teacher, and was currently under his desk, deep throating him while fingering her tight pussy. Her freshly expanded tits and ass were barely contained in her slutty school girl outfit.

Trish, the redhead, lacked her friend's patience and took her dose on the way home. The first person she made eye contact with was a **** dealing gangster. She was now dressed in a halter top that barely covered her huge breasts and a skirt that hung just below her naked pussy. For the last several hours, she'd been passed around by the members of the gang before her new master ordered her to start prostituting herself to make him more money.

A mother of three was enjoying her day away from the kids when she stumbled upon the garage sale. She ended up buying a necklace with an oddly colored, pink gemstone dangling from the chain. She quickly discovered that her new jewelry rendered her unable to refuse any sexual request. She found this out when some punk kid yelled at her to show off her big, floppy, MILF tits. After flashing the boy and his friends, she realized that she had to do anything they wanted when one of them told her to blow him and she immediately complied. Cathy was now on all fours being spit roasted by a group of teenage boys.

But it wasn't enough. The Broker was never going to corrupt the world at this pace.

His despair faded as a boy in a high school letterman jacket approached and started browsing.

Joey Levine was drawn to the neatly organized garage sale. He knew that he was going to be late for basketball practice, but he was never going to play in the NBA, so he didn't mind the extra sprints if he found something cool. For some reason, his gaze was locked onto a smooth, oval stone that fit perfectly into the palm of his hand. The stone felt warm in his hand, and the words "Make a wish" appeared and vanished in an instant on its surface.

Joey started to dig through his pockets to find enough money to pay, but came up well short. "Man, I wish I had $10 to pay for this rock."

Suddenly, the handful of crumpled ones and change was replaced with a crisp, new $10 bill. Joey paid The Broker and hurried away, in awe that this rock had just granted him a wish. He couldn't wait to make another one. The corrupting power of The Broker had already begun doing its job.