Ty was itching to do some damage to his foster-father, but he had to restrain himself from simply hurting him. Ty knew he had to make Mark suffer instead, and June had already given him an idea.
"June told me a thing or two about you," Ty said.
"Is that so?" Mark replied.
"It took her a while to get to the truth, but she told me about how you two met."
"So?" Mark said. "She was in high school. So what?"
"She was a girl," Ty said.
"She was almost a woman," Mark said. "You shoulda seen her. She was very mature for her age."
"She was a girl," Ty said again. "A 16-year-old girl."
"We didn't do anything until..."
"She gave you handjobs and blowjobs," Ty said. "You took advantage of an underage girl. You were... What? 23?"
"Hey," Mark said. "We were in love. Who cares about some dumb laws? If we had met two years later, no one would have cared."
"But, you didn't meet her two years later," Ty said. "It was against the law, and it was just plain wrong."
"Fine," Mark said. "Judge me all you want. Sit on your high horse and sneer at me. I have no regrets."
"I think that's about to change," Ty said. He concentrated on Mark. "First, let me put you in her place."
Mark rapidly shrank, his body becoming slimmer and more delicate. His hair grew longer, and his features softened. A pair of breasts swelled on his chest as his hips flared out. Then, his clothes morphed into a cheerleader's outfit.
"What the hell?" the girl who had been Mark cried. She touched her sizeable breasts curiously. "What did you do to me?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Ty said. "I turned you into a 16-year-old cheerleader, a very mature and sexy looking one. So, Martha, how does it feel to be just like June was back when you first met?"
Martha covered her crotch with one hand and her chest with the other arm. "Keep your hands away from me, you pervert."
Ty chuckled. "Wow," he said. "That's telling. You immediately assumed I wanted to touch your body. Is that how you felt when you spotted her? Huh? You were the pervert."
"Turn me back right now," she said. "You can't leave me like this."
"Of course I can. I can do anything I want to you."
"Please. I'm begging you."
"How many times did I plead and cry for you to stop hurting me?" Ty said, barely restraining the fury inside of him. "How many times did I cry myself to sleep because of you? How many times did you make me suffer?"
"I'm sorry."
"Bullshit!" said Ty. "You're not sorry. You're scared."
"I am. I'm really sorry."
Ty considered his former foster father's pathetic pleading for a moment. "Prove it," Ty said.
"What?"
"Prove how sorry you are," Ty said. "I want you to do something, a punishment. I'll believe that you're sorry if you do it."
"Fine, whatever you want."
Ty smiled. "I want you to kiss June."
Martha looked over at the ball of fat that her wife had become. She cringed. "Do I have to?"
"If you want me to believe you, yes, you have to. If you really are sorry, then you will do this."
June said, "You can do it, honey. Just shut your eyes."
"Well, I suppose," Martha said, but she did not move.
"I'll sweeten the deal even more," Ty added. "If you kiss June now, I'll turn all of you back to normal and leave you alone forever."
Martha took a deep breath. "Alright then," she said. She slowly approached the extremely fat woman. Carefully, straddling one of her enormous thighs while being careful not to bump Dusty's jar. She leaned forward and...
"Wait!" Ty said.
Martha stopped and looked back at Ty. "What is it?"
"I just realized that I need to change one thing," Ty said and focused on June.
June's hair became shorter and developed a slight bald spot as beard stubble grew on her face and coarse dark body hair covered her body.
"There," Ty said. "I wanted you to relive what June had to go through with you, and she wasn't kissing an older woman. She was kissing an older man. Isn't that right, Jude?"
"A man?" Jude said, hearing her very masculine voice. "Oh, no!"
"No way!" Martha said. Stepping away from the fat man shaking her head. "I'm not kissing a guy. I wouldn't even touch him."
"But, honey," Jude said. "He said he'd turn us back. You just have to do it this one time."
"Just think," Ty said. "I'm making it relatively easy for you compared to what June did. I'm not going to make you suck his dick. You'd probably have a hard time even finding it under all of the fat."
"Ugh," Martha groaned as she looked at the hairy body she had to kiss. She looked pale.
"You have one chance at this," Ty said. "If you don't kiss him in the next minute, then I won't turn you all back to normal."
"Hurry!" Jude said. "Do it! Kiss me."
"Don't speak," Martha said. "I can't do it if I hear that voice."
"Time is ticking," Ty said.
Martha repositioned herself above Jude. She looked down at the disgusting fat man below her, and her stomach heaved.
"30 seconds," Ty said.
Martha slowly leaned forward toward Jude's hairy face.
"15 seconds."
Martha puckered her lips and put a hand on Jude's shoulder for balance. She felt his sweaty skin. She felt his body hair. She smelled his body odor. She opened her eyes just inches from his stubble and man lips.
And, then she vomited on Jude's chest, clear watery puke.
"Time's up," Ty said.