Was he really looking at Cindy Crawford? Had he, or rather the leprechaun's magic, really turned beautiful Cindy into a fat, old hag? He decided it was real, not just a dream and he remembered that he'd done it because he had always found her a self-righteous bitch who wouldn't stop at anything to get what she wanted from men. She'd made millions suckering men while suggestively posing with lesbians like k.d. lang.
Or was it that he just resented her because she was rich and beautiful and he knew a guy like him could never have her? Jim had to admit that he'd lusted after Cindy more than once, what with all those Playboy layouts and all. As a man who liked 'em stacked and with some meat on their bones, he had, in fact, often fantasized what Cindy would look like after a bit of fattening and maturing. Well, he'd sure gotten his wish now, and he was going to teach the high and mighty Ms. Cindy Crawford a lesson she'd never forget.
"M-make it s-stop!!! I'll do anything... " croaked Cindy again. The leprechaun's powerful magic had sure doen a number on her and she was the "old fat cow" Jim had wished her to become.the once gorgeous supermodel now looked like a long retired Circus fat lady, one that had grown too fat to even get out of bed. The curse had not only turned Cindy into a bloated whale, but robbed her of her youth as well. Jim looked at an old woman with saggy flesh and wrinkles and tired flab hanging off her body, and most of her teeth were missing, but the old hag still had the younger Cindy's haircut and wore the makeup the model had had on when she went to bed. That combination made her look downright perverse, as if she were a once beautiful hooker decades past her prime who was now just an old, painted whore. Jim had always had a thing for older women and so he looked down at the old hag sneered.
"Funny you should say that," he said and poked Cindy's enormous gut, "because I have an idea....." It had always been his fantasy to just drop his drawers in front of a supermodel and ask her for a blow job. "How about you suck my dick?"
"What…, you perverted prick…" began Cindy, clearly forgetting whom she had become and doing the hoity supermodel bit, but Jim simply cut her off.
"Shut up and look in the mirror, Miss Supermodel. You're a fat cow now. An old fat cow. You're nothing but seven hundred pounds of wrinkles and blubber. I made you that way. So I don't want to hear a peep out of you if you don't want me to make you even older and fatter. One word from me and you wish…."
"Noo-oo-ooh.." croaked Cindy and sobbed, "I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just make this stop. Make me young and beautiful again!"
"Well, then." said Jim as he dropped his trowsers. "Open up and suck my dick like a good girl, and maybe we can talk."
With that he mounted the fat old hag's huge gut, draped her sagging boobs that hung down several feet like huge deflated balloons over his thighs so that he could get close to her mouth and inserted his cock. Cindy's mouth, almost all gums, eagerly closed down on him and she started sucking him as if there was no tomorrow.
An idea started forming in his head…
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