Jon waited and waited, and after a few minutes, Karyn backed into the room, followed by Mikey holding the rock. "Get that away from me! Don't!" Mikey grinned, clearly having threatened Karyn with it. "Jon sent you in, I know he did. You're both gonna pay for that."
He stared at her, apparently to build suspense, then made a wish. "I wish I could control Karyn's size." She watched him in horror as she rapidly shrunk down to Jon's size, and he picked them both up and put them on Sally's bed. Jon would have loved to be on a bed with a naked Karyn in any other situation but this. "You know, I don't think Sally has clothes that would fit you up top. I guess you'll just have to stay topless." He sounded sad, but definitely didn't look it, as he picked a skirt identical to Jon's from the little pile he'd built up on the bed, and dumped it on Karyn's head.
She didn't waste time in squeezing into it and covering up her chest with her arms. "Jon, you bastard! You must have known he'd have it close to him! Why did you have to drag me into this?!" Jon sighed, looking down in shame. If he'd thought, he would have realized that. Now they were both Mikey's living dolls. "Sorry, Karyn... I should've known."
"Sorry isn't nearly good enough! You'll pay for this, I swear to God you will." As if he wasn't paying enough already. Saying this wouldn't be a good idea; he knew that much. "Now, play nice, you two. Kiss and make up." Mikey grinned down at them, waiting.
"Well? Kiss and make up." Karyn, looking disgusted, pecked Jon on the cheek quickly. Jon did the same. "That's not what I meant! Tongue kiss."
Jon dove at her, landing on top of her and kissing her furiously. His cock was painfully erect; painful because it wasn't being allowed to go up because of the tight skirt. She soon started kissing back, after the shock wore off, and Mikey had to pull them apart. "That's enough. Now, what do I do with you..."
