Witches: Truck Stop Justice

Another Midjourney created image. As a head's up, this one deals with racism and has a darker ending, even if justice is served. So if that's not your cup of tea...You may wanna skip this one. Also, this caption is why I posted the poll about non-English languages in captions earlier this week; I had already written this story out with the intention of using Spanish in the caption, but knowing what you guys prefer to see will help in the future. As always, the full text transcript will include both the Spanish and English text. Also the Spanish may be somewhat incorrect, I only know English so any non-English languages will always be what Google Translate provides. I apologize for any errors, but that's how it goes, lol.

I didn't notice the weird mouth issue until it was too late and by then Discord/Midjourney had erased the image results so this prevented me from being able to edit the result. I don't know why it does that, at first I thought it had something to do with images being done on the Discord mobile app on my phone and losing the mobile network connection when I move around at work but I did all this on my extremely good home Wifi. So It's gotta be something built into Discord or Midjourney now. I tried to replicate it but this was still the best one that it produced.

I still really like it, I just wish I could have caught the error in time.

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"¡Eso suena bien abuela! ¡Esperare por ti aqui (That sounds good grandma! I'll wait for you here)!" Carmen said in Spanish as she stood by the tiny blue car as her grandmother shuffled towards the well illuminated restroom of the really well kept truck stop. The twenty-four year old Mexican-American girl took the opportunity to stretch out her legs and check her phone as she and her elder had been cramped in the small vehicle for hours as they made their way across the American Southwest, and were still two hours from their hotel. They'd stopped for some gas, some snacks and, of course, bathroom breaks. And the truck stop was really well maintained as well, Carmen didn't feel threatened at all, nor did she feel worried to let her grandmother make the short trek alone. All in all, this trip had been really nice...and definitely needed. She had been living with her grandmother in California while she attended college and now that she had graduated, they were taking a trip back home to Texas for the summer to see the rest of her family before Carmen started working at the hospital in Los Angeles. The college graduate was also thankful for the opportunity to text the girls back in LA, specifically her roommate, best friend and coven sister, Brie. The tubby but cute girl was supposed to have gone on a date and Carmen was dying to-

"Listen here, girl!" A booming male voice hollered at her from the next pump over where a huge semi-truck was parked, "We speak ENGLISH in this country! But I wouldn't expect some taco-making bitch like you to respect MY country's culture!" The voice's owner was an overweight and older white guy wite an ugly beard, gross and unclean looking clothes and, of course, a Confederate hat. Great. Just what she needed. Somewhere within the semi-trucks cab came another male voice, although this one was begging his friend to just get the gas and leave her alone.

"Listen to your friend, Dickwad! I was BORN in this country, makes me every bit of an American as you!" Carmen's eyes narrowed into a glare at the belligerent and clearly racist trucker. She really shouldn't have engaged at all, but she was tired from the driving. "And for YOUR information, I'm a NURSE!"

"Ha! You people ain't smart enough for that! You probably just work here don'tcha? You turning tricks to stay on this side of the border? I should call ICE on you and that wrinkled tortilla that you're with!" The trucker, Joe, spat back, "Y'aint white, and y'don't belong here!" The man pulled out his phone and acted like he was dialing a number. Meanwhile his friend in the cabin was barking out some half-hearted apology and some excuse for why his friend was acting like that. 

Carmen really didn't care. The man had insulted her enough, AND he had threatened her abuela. It was time to put some of that second hand coven knowledge to work. Carmen took a breath, closed her eyes, and pointed a finger at the trucker, Joe. And then she began to speak, a mixture of Latin and other words that didn't exactly sound like they came from a civilization. She wasn't a fully trained witch but she knew enough to draw on the ambient magic of the world...and the spell that the coven sisters used those (almost always men) who wrong them. And then the magic surged outward, leaping from her fingernail and across the gas station's fuel pumps, hitting Joe directly in the chest. Immediately the racist began to change as his body gurgled and jiggled, the fat on his body re-arranging into a far more feminine shape. His unkempt beard evaporated off his face as his skin went from pockmarked and pale to a smooth and luscious brown. His chapped and piggish lips became lush and plump as his eyes turned from green to a deep brown, and what was left of his hair exploded off his scalp in a waterfall of black locks that draped down past his shoulders. His flabby pecs swelled in size, gaining form and firmness as they became generous breasts, the edges of pert areolas and nipples teasing at the edge of his shabby clothes. His stomach gurgled loudly as it boiled away, the egregious lovehandles and beer boy forming into a thick mid-section of brown, flawless flesh. His hips cracked and popped outwards as his ass swelled with fat and his legs slimmed as they lost inches of height. There was a sucking sound as the trucker's dick, barely large enough to present any sort of a bulge in his Jean's, was sucked up into Joe's new body, leaving only a slit.

"¡Q-qué diablos! (W-what the hell)!?" The new Latina screamed in Spanish as she looked down at herself in absolute horror. A long-tailed and tiny hand dropped the phone and grabbed at her slender neck as she continued to squeak in terror.

"Oh, let me help you, chica!" Carmen sneered, drawing on the energy once more. Another zap of magic and Joe's clothes began to change, turning from the ill-fitting male clothes into a pair of super tight brown leather pants that hugged every curve of Joe's new legs, while the baggy, stained shirt turned a tight black top that struggled to contain the prominent new boobs that threatened to pop out with each slight movement. Heavy and now far too large boots shriveled into faux-designer sandals that cradled tiny, feminine feet. Large hoop earrings pierced delicate lobes and gaudy rings faded into existence on the long-tailed fingers as a cloud of makeup passed across Joe's face. The plump lips became coated with heavy lipstick while eye shadow and nail paint dotted across the Latina's body. Of course, there were other changes that were less than obvious as reality seemed to re-engage.

"¡C-cámbiame de nuevo ahora mismo, perra (-change me back right now, bitch)!" Joe snarled in Spanish before turning back to the semi-truck, "¡Hola, Frank, ven a ayudarme a vencer a esta perra (Frank come help me beat this bitch up)!"

"Ugh" came the disgusted reply of Joe's friend, though more distant than it had been before, as if he was sitting farther from the passenger window, "HEY LARRY! I PAID BUT SHE AIN'T LEAVING'!" The faceless voiced roared. One of the truck stop doors slammed open and another man, heavily bearded as he was tall, stomped out, paying no mind to Carmen as she grinned ruefully at the very confused other Latina.

"JULIE, JULIETA OR WHATEVER THE HELL YOUR NAME IS" The new man hollered, his voice deep and booming, "GIT YOUR ASS OVER HERE! Frank, you can leave! See you next come around!" The semi-truck let out a deafening honk as it rumbled to life, slowly rolling away from the truck stop. Joe's new eyes went wide and she stumbled after the vehicle, screaming for her friend to stop and banging on the side of the cab before letting out a shriek of pain as the much larger man grabbed her and began snarling something into her face that Carmen momentarily couldn't hear before she cast one final spell on herself.

"Now you listen, 'cuz I know you can understand me even if you cain't speak it, but we have a deal. You fuck the truckers, you take their money and you give it to me! And in exchange, I don't deport your ass back to whatever donkey-ridden flea hole you crawled out of!"

"Pero no lo hago, NO lo soy- (But I don't, I'M NOT-)" Joe, or rather Julieta pleaded to the truck stop owner in a near hysterical spiel of Spanish before pointing an accusatory nail at Carmen, who just waved playfully, "ELLA CAMBIÓ- (SHE CHANGED-)"

"I DON'T wanna hear it! Now you got another customer in the backlot. Go do your job or I'll find another illegal to do it for you while you're on your way back to Mexico!" The owner said dismissively, spinning Julieta around and shoving her towards the back of the truck stop where another freight driver was already waiting, a lecherous smile on his face. Carmen was too busy watching the exchange in sadistic glee to notice that her abuela had returned from the truck stop bathroom and was gently and quietly tugging on her grand daughter's sleeve.

"¡OH (OH)!" Carmen said with a start that broke into a giggle, "Oh estas lista para ir abuela (, are you ready to go grandma)?" The old woman nodded with a soft smile, and she and her beloved, successful granddaughter settled back into Carmen's small car. Carmen shot one last, triumphant and smug look towards the terrified looking Mexican woman who was trying to, and failing, to keep the truck driver's hands off her. And then they were back on the road towards home, leaving Julieta to her new, and justly deserved, life.