Of course, he does

"This is not what I wanted," Steve muttered.

Grabbing the wishing rock in his pocket, Steve says, "I wish things were back to normal."

In a flash, the bedroom was empty and Steve was standing alone with the wishing rock in his hand.

He runs back into the kitchen and Elizabeth is standing there with a dazed look on her face.

Steve smiles and she smiles weakly back.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

Elizabeth smiles and nods.

Sighing a breath of relief, Steve turns and walks out of the room.

Elizabeth leans against the kitchen counter and inhales deeply.

Life was back to normal but Elizabeth retained the memories of the other life. Yes, she was the dutiful, faithful housewife. But now she was a dutiful, faithful housewife who longed for bigger tits, more cock, pussy, piercings, tattoos, booze, ****, butt plug, dildos, cum in her throat and on her face.

Elizabeth could feel her pussy get wetter and wetter and she recalled being "Lovable Lizzie." She began rubbing her pussy as she made her way to the refrigerator. She reached in for the largest cucumber she could find.

Ripping her panties off, she shoved the cucumber deep inside her as she remembered having done this before with a camera filming her for the Internet. God, how she longed to be showing perverts her pussy. The thoguhts of pervert got her more aroused.

As she masturbated with that thick long cucumber, she sucked the pussy juice off her fingers. Cocks filled her mind. The smell of pussy filled her nostrils. She imagined she was sucking tits as she licked her fingers.

Finally, she exploded with a shattering orgasm but she, being a dutiful, faithful housewife, did not make a squeak.

She sat there in her cum and the desire to become Lovable Lizzie did not dissipate. She knew it was her destiny to be everyone's favorite kinky slut.