It goes to a horny virgin who has bully problems

James stepped outside, the morning air crisp and cool against his skin. The backyard stretched wide, leading down to the stream that bordered their property. He needed a moment to think—too much had been happening lately. His crush on the quiet girl in his English class had shifted inexplicably toward the confident, athletic girl who always seemed to catch his eye during gym. School had been a mess, and at home, his twin brothers were like a pair of caffeinated tornadoes. He needed space. He needed peace.

The stream babbled softly as he approached, the sound soothing his frayed nerves. Kneeling at the water’s edge, James dipped his fingers into the cold current, letting it wash over his hand. That’s when he saw it—a smooth, obsidian-black stone nestled among the pebbles. It wasn’t like the others. It was perfectly round, almost glowing with an inner translucence. He picked it up, the surface cool against his palm. It felt… strange. Not just smooth, but alive, like it hummed faintly under his touch.

Before he could examine it further, the rumble of his older brother Mike’s car pulling into the driveway broke the silence. James turned, about to call out, but stopped short. Mike was with his girlfriend again. James rolled his eyes. Ever since Mike had become a senior, he’d been insufferable—always flaunting his “adult” life and ignoring James entirely. All Mike cared about now was girls, specifically their chests. James sighed, tucking the stone into his pocket without a second thought.

He hopped on the bus minutes later, sliding into the seat next to his best friend Nicki. She was already deep in conversation with someone across the aisle, her red hair catching the sunlight as she laughed. James couldn’t help but smile. Nicki had been his best friend since first grade. She was short, spunky, and always knew how to make him laugh. But lately, he’d started noticing things he hadn’t before—the way her eyes sparkled when she teased him, the curve of her waist as she leaned forward to grab her bag.

“Hey,” he said, nudging her arm.

“Hey, loser,” she replied, grinning. “What’s up?”

James hesitated. “Just… wishing I had a girlfriend, I guess.”

Nicki raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean wish? It’s just me, Nicki—your best girlfriend since forever.”

James chuckled, but something about the way she said it made his chest tighten. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

The bus lurched to a stop at school, and they split off to their respective classes. James was halfway to biology when Drake, the class bully, shoved him into a locker.

“Hey, wimp!” Drake sneered, his broad frame looming. “Ready for a beating?”

James winced, clutching the stone in his pocket. Drake noticed instantly. “What’s that?” he demanded, snatching it away before James could react.

“N-nothing,” James stammered, panic rising.

Drake smirked, holding the stone up to the light. “Are you sure? ‘Cause if you’re lying, I’ll kick your ass.”

James’ heart raced. Please don’t figure it out, he thought.

Drake’s grin widened. “I wish you were telling the truth; otherwise, I’ll kick your ass.”

The stone glowed faintly, and James felt a strange warmth spread through his body. “It’s a wishing stone,” he blurted out, unable to stop himself. “It grants wishes.”

Drake’s eyes lit up. “No way. Really?”

James nodded reluctantly. “If you say ‘I wish,’ it’ll happen.”

Drake’s smile turned wicked. “Alright then. I wish you peed your pants.”

A surge of heat rushed down James’ legs as his bladder emptied itself, soaking his jeans. He gasped, humiliation flooding him.

Drake laughed, loud and cruel. “Wow, it works! This is gonna be fun.” He paused, a twisted gleam in his eye. “I wish everyone would think my wishes are normal except for you and me.”

The stone glowed again.

And then came the final blow: “I wish Nicki was my girlfriend and was here making out with me.”

James froze as Nicki appeared out of nowhere, her arms wrapping around Drake’s neck as she pulled him into a deep kiss. His stomach churned.

“N-Nicki! What are you doing?” James stammered.

She broke the kiss, looking at him with disdain. “Making out with my boyfriend. What’s it to you, pee-pants?”

James’ heart sank as Mr. Boyle, the science teacher, rounded the corner. The lanky man adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Off to class, you three!”

Drake glared at the teacher, his voice dripping with contempt. “I wish we all had to go to science class next and Bryan Boyle would slowly change into a young, attractive slutty bikini hermaphrodite SSBBW who would come home with me and Nicki after school.”

James watched in horror as Mr. Boyle began to transform—his stubble disappeared, his hair thickened, and his body swelled with curves that strained against his clothes. By the time they reached the classroom, Brenda Boyle was standing at the front—an impossibly large, stunning woman in a skimpy bikini.

The bell rang, and Brenda waddled toward Drake and Nicki. “Heyyy, Drake,” she cooed in a sultry voice. “So excited to hang out with you after school.”

Nicki pouted. “Um, what do you think you’re doing?”

Drake smirked. “I wish you found Brenda extremely attractive and wanted to have a threesome.”

Nicki blinked, her eyes softening as she gazed at Brenda. “I can’t wait either…”

James felt sick. This was a nightmare. He had to get that stone back before Drake destroyed everything.

As the class began, James tried to focus, but his eyes kept drifting to Brenda’s growing form—her massive breasts swelling to impossible sizes, her hips widening until they practically spilled over the edges of her chair. He glanced at Nicki, her once mischievous eyes now glazed with lust as she whispered something to Drake.