"I wish that Jon can only respond to me when I address him as tits. Secondly, I wish that the only thing that tits can say will be the sort of things a normal pair of breasts would be concerned with"
Karyn felt the stone warm in her hand. She smiled.
"How are you doing in there, tits?"
Jon, from inside the breasts of his friend, wanted to cry out in shock, to insult Karyn for doing this to him. He wanted to beg to be turned back to normal. Despite this, when he spoke he couldn't help but to say. "I feel like I need a bra, I'll be jiggling like crazy like this if you so much as jog".
Karyn smiled. "Well, I guess I can help you with that. I wish I had a nice pushup bra here in this closet."
Jon felt as Karyn lifted up her shirt, the feeling of fabric sliding over his nipples driving him mad. Karyn felt the sensation as well.
"Oh, you like that?"
Jon couldn't stop it. The tickling sensation triggered something in him and the sensitive and relatively massive region of him, or perhaps of Karyn, began to grow stiff. Despite how he had been a bra for the last two days, the sensation brought something very familiar to Jon's mind. Had he possessed cheeks, or control of the blood flowing through him, he would have blushed as the shirt was fully pulled away and he could feel Karyn's gaze on his nipples.
"I'm glad you reminded me to wear a bra. I'd hate to be walking around with these poking out from under my shirt."
Jon saw as the bra approached him, and was disappointed as the dark, somewhat stiff, cloth blocked his vision. The bra wrapped around his nipples and most of his new body, giving him the impression of having a hand pressed into his face. He felt his form jiggle as Karyn worked the straps, and soon the fabric grew tight around him, pushing his body into a somewhat unnatural position, his two halves pressing tightly against one another. He could already feel some of the sweat building up in the cleavage.
"So how's this feel, tits?" Karyn asked.
Yet again, out of all the things Jon wanted to say, he could only respond as a pair of breasts would, his words twisted to change their meaning while still reflecting how he actually felt.
"It feels really tight, I'm at a really weird angle. I'd like to be in a normal bra."
Karyn smiled. "Well, that's the price of looking sexy. You should be getting used to this, because that's kind of your job now."
Jon sighed. He needed to find a way out of this, to get Karyn back to her normal way of thinking, and to try to find a way to be able to speak and act as normal again, which seemed less and less likely the more this deranged version of Karyn had her way with the stone.
"Well, tits. I think it's time I find something to do with this stone. You should be happy, you'll be the closest ally to the most powerful person on the planet."
"Just be careful not to let me slip out of your bra." Jon said.
