So here's a fun fact I've learned about magic: don't be vague. For the love of all that is holy, don't be vague, because magic loves to bite you in the ass when you're vague.
Case in point, the wish I made at Bryce's request. "I wish everyone at this party could just be themselves, and be happy, as long as nobody gets unduly hurt." See, you'd think that's nice and specific, right? I thought that, too. I was absolutely sure at the time that the conditions Bryce had thought of would be more than enough to keep anything from going catastrophically wrong. I was kind of a dumbass like that. I was, in fact, a dummy, and that little spurt of magical power that surged into me right after the wish was kind of proof of that.
It didn't feel bad, of course. The transformative magic that this ring shot out never felt bad. In fact, the tingly sensation that grew in my hips was pretty pleasant. Bryce seemed to enjoy it, anyway, because her hands were practically drawn like magnets down to get a handful of my thighs. Wasn't more than a few seconds before there was a lot of thigh and hip and ass to get handfuls of, in fact. It was straining my pants, but before that could get painful, they retracted up and spread out into a skirt that was pushed out pretty considerably.
Said skirt also made for something that could be easily lifted up, and Bryce did just that. Keeping in mind that I was, in fact, a horny little gay idiot, it shouldn't come as a surprise that I leaned right into her hands, even moaned a little bit at feeling just how nice and full my ass was. What did come as a surprise was when Bryce muttered something that I didn't quite give the right amount of thought at the time, being that I was and still am a dumbass. "Oh my god... you are dummy thicc..."
I didn't get the joke at the time. When I did, there was a strong consideration given to wishing that sarcastic little ring into the heart of a volcano.
But since I was too stupid to understand it, I just sort of let it slide then, saved the revelation of that awful pun. It wasn't like I could've done much anyway, seeing as how I was too busy using said dummy thicc thighs to push Bryce into a wall. We'd gone pretty quick from groping to a sloppy makeout session, and pretty quick after that... well, Bryce was awfully eager to be properly made a woman, and I was a bit too nutty with this weird-ass transformed-lady-also-a-mermaid lust to really deny her. She was about as messy as I had been earlier with Mindy, but I remembered some of Yelena's tips - enough, at least, to get her putting in a hell of a lot of work with that tongue while I tried not to suffocate her with those tree trunk thighs.
I wasn't really thinking about the party at that point, or about much of anything that wasn't 'cute girl lick me goodly'. Not for a lack of trying on the party's end, mind you. Not long after I'd made that wish, there was a whole lot of shouting and things crashing, which we both completely ignored. We also continued to show apathy when the shouting started to gradually be replaced with a lot of really loud moaning, because our own moaning was sort of drowning it out anyway. I sort of realized afterwards that I get realllllllllll bad tunnel vision when I'm having sex.
We finally had to pay attention when the thing that was crashing was the window near us getting blown in by something. I've finally hit a point where I'm not ashamed to admit that I sort of flipped the fuck out. There was a lot of screaming by both of us, and clambering away from the glass, and me snapping back to my tail in shock - which did at least reveal that I still had a thicc thigh... area, or whatever, when I was a mermaid. So that was cool. There was definitely a whole set of naughty ideas running through Bryce's head when she saw my tail, but she got refocused pretty quick. After a few moments, I had legs back, and we were both carefully stepping around glass shards to go see what was happening outside.