Buttslut goes all in.

Kirsty thinks, and comes to the conclusion she may as well go all the way, and wish a bunch of things, hopefully to fix some of the changes. I mean, it’s not like calling herself Buttslut or wearing this clowny outfit is going to get any worse than that, right?

“Fine, Buttslut may as well go all out…Buttslut wishes that she didn’t call herself Buttslut anymore, and she’d wear better clothes and hair right now!”

Janey grins happily at hearing the wish, and says, “Your wish is my command!” following with a shake of her wide hips, and a tinkling sound of a bell as she does. Kirsty is enveloped in a poof of smoke, which quickly disappears, revealing her new look.

“Oh…I am SO sorry, Buttslut, I really thought I had my wishing control down!”

Kirsty looked down at herself in worry, and finds that she had every right to be, since her outfit became a humiliating pig themed tutu abomination. The pink tutu itself was basically just a frilly pink disc pretending to be a skirt, keeping her pink thong in view on all sides and; in turn, booty exposed. Up her legs are some thigh high pink fishnets, which match with her pink chunky-heeled shoes. Buttslut’s hair is done up into long straight pigtails on top of her head, still colored pink in silly pink bows, and along her arms are long fishnet gloves matching her stockings. Over her ever-perky chest is a strapless bikini top with a twist in the middle, and each cup reading “OINK” on each boob. Though the real piece de resistance is the cartoony pig snout stuck to her nose and the curly pig tail butt plug shoved up her jiggly ass.

Kirsty shrieked in pleasure at the feeling of the tail violating her ass, and took in the rest of her outfit, feeling far more humiliated than the previous outfit. Of course, she recalls this may be the case of her brother choosing the outfit because she always called him a dirty pig.

Meanwhile, Janey was fretting over her unsatisfactory wish-giving, and is apologising profusely.

“Oh, I’m so so so so so sooooo sorry, Buttslut! I didn’t mean it!…But on the bright side, you don’t go by Buttslut anymore…hehe…Sorry…”

Kirsty sighed and rubbed her temples, then cupped her tits, to calm down. “It’s alright, Janey,” Kirsty oinked, “PiggyBitch forgives you, now let’s…” Kirsty shuddered at the new name she got wished to have, oinking concernedly at she now had an oinking habit thanks to the snout accessory she can’t take off, and the name was just as horrible. The terrible cheer squad is going to have a field day with this one, she can feel it, and it made her long nipples erect at the thought.

“N-now let’s leave, Janey, we got to head to-”

But Kirsty paused, making Janey tilt her head sideways in confusion. Kirsty had an idea that perhaps the book has a proximity to it (it doesn’t, but she doesn’t get to know that), and she may be able to escape if Chris doesn’t know where she heads to! She might be able to head somewhere else until he screws up or moves on to someone else, then she’d be able to take the book and fix all this!

“We head to…?” Janey inquired back. Kirsty didn't answer right away, grabbed her wrist that made the genie squeak in surprise as Kirsty dragged her away to her car or just hoof it, planning to escape to-!