The Sanders family reckoning

Dark Betty released her control over the studio as the screen goes blue and leers over at the slumbering Tony as she turned off the tv.

“Please no not him I beg of you! Change anyone else please!!”

Betty’s imprisoned disembodied spirit pleading with her master telepathically causing the dark shadowy figure to menacingly grimace at her their glowing eyes burning as bright as a star.

“Fine, have it your way I’ll torment your family from least liked to most liked ya big baby!”

Concluding the internal dialogue Dark Betty’s eyes rolled forward and causing her to get a wicked migraine. Clenching her head Dark Betty spoke. “Aw shit I forgot how shitty being human is!”

Chugging a glass of water the demon driving the heavily altered woman in her 70’s spoke with weighted breath and conviction.

“I wish I had the endurance, immortality and physical powers of a true Spitaman Djinn!”

The dimming consciousness of Betty’s former body watched in bewilderment as her former body shuttered and a golden hue emanated from her skin. Smirking and staring at her face in a chrome toaster she giggled to herself and former self as her headache subsided and her physiology finished becoming something more than human.

“Last time I worded that wrong and got trapped in that necklace, learned from that mistake!”

Betty kept trying to probe the collective consciousness of the genie that stole her body trying to find any sort of way to undo things. The golden hued evil Betty frowned upon discovering this “Why would you want to ruin my fun?! Look what I can do now!”

Snapping her fingers both of them were instantly teleported to a run down cheap apartment that smelled strongly of **** and ****. Dark Betty cloaked herself invisible at will as they head pained moaning and pleading coming from the bedroom. Peering inside the invisible genie human hybrid witnessed Betty’s youngest daughter Paige getting repeatedly hit by her demented beer bellied husband causing the imprisoned conscience to bristle with anger. Paige said some awful things when she stormed out of her house at age 19 never speaking to her again but she didn’t want this for her daughter she was in her early forties but looked a lot older than she rightfully was due to a hard life of ****, **** and ****. Paige was toothless emaciated and covered in bruises and lesions causing disembodied Betty’s non existent heart to sink.

Dark Betty tiptoed over to the half drank handle of whiskey on the coffee table and polished it off inthree gulps as she thought of a funny way to resolve what was happening in the bedroom. Clearing her throat she began in a hushed tone.

“Fuck I’ve missed drinking.. Ahem, I wish that the drunk hick hitting his wife would stop and rapidly shrink down to a 4’ tall scrawny, slutty diapered Femboy loser that was too weak to open an envelope had horrible boils on his twisted gnarled homely face, long green hair, and a limp useless baby dick..”

Looking at the empty bottle of chap whiskey the magical golden bimbo genie cracked a knowing grin and whispered “I wish this bottle was filled with that potion I created for that tree nymph 700,000 years ago, her husband wouldn’t be able to physically swallow it and Paige would want to drink it.”

Suddenly the bottle replenished itself with an ominous glowing red liquid then afterwards the hitting noise in the bedroom stopped as Paige’s abusive husband backed away from his victim with a queasy look on his face. As Paige stopped wincing and defensively holding up her arms she looked startled at the transforming man in his 50’s. As Betty tip toed into the bedroom she smiled as she was just in time to watch the drunk burly man begin shrinking as his hair began to touch his shoulders and his beard fell out. Paige drunk and still in a daze said “Kyle what’s happening to you?!”

Trembling all Kyle could get out was a weak shut up in a higher pitched voice. His clothes looked increasingly absurd on his shrinking frame as his bee gut melted and his muscles atrophied causing his tanktop to drape itself on his body like an ill fitting skirt with his pants pooling around his increasingly hairless ankles. His face erupted in cysts and boils as his hair shifted from black to a neon green color and he visibly began crying as he watched his thin daintier hand’s fingernails grow longer with a unkept nibbled look. Paige straightened up and wiped the tears from her eyes as Brad was rapidly looking less intimidating and she began having a hard time picturing the man who would pimp her out for lottery ticket money as his underwear turned into a big puffy diaper. Weakly Brad said “What’s happening to mee?!”

Paige sneered “I don’t know but I think I like it!”

Paige stopped stifling her laughter and openly laughed and gave her transforming husband cat calls as he finished shrinking to the 4 foot mark and his now heavily made up was rapidly twisting and contorting with bulging eyes, a bulbous long witch nose , and a pointy stretched out chin. Paige pushed Brad down as she looked onward in fascination as her abusive husband’s baggy clothes warped into a camisole top and a pair of shorts that did little to hide his new cushioned diaper, and ballerina flats appeared on his feet. Very small curves rounded themselves barely visible as his hair concluded its growth mid-back.

Paige was now completely mocking her husband and lifted up his camisole exposing his mosquito bite breasts. “You look so adorable Bradley!”

The homely slutty femboy weakly in his very feminine voice “Eat shit bitch!”

Paige sneered and throttled the feeble little manlet up against a wall “You don’t tell me what to do anymore!”

Tossing the frail feminine man on the bed like an old rag Paige stormed out of the bedroom and into the hallway almost bumping into her temporarily invisible possessed mother. Entering the living room Paige spotted the large red glowing bottle.