Nothing happened.
The excitement disappeared in an instant, and Jon felt it rapidly replaced by a strong sense of sadness. Even being able to speak and see like a normal person would have been something, but it seemed he was doomed to his fate as nothing more capable than a person trapped as mounds of tissue on Karyn's chest.
Unable to express his desperation as he lacked muscles, tear ducts, or any control over his body, Jon quickly grew bored again. Karyn's hand leaving him was a relief, but the night was long, and Jon had no capability to keep track of time from his situation.
Suddenly, Jon felt Karyn moving under him, his body shifting sideways as she did so. He felt himself move from being spread out to the sides to being pulled sideways, his left side feeling stretched, and the feeling of one of his halves resting on fabric, while the other rested against himself. Karyn had turned to lay on her side, and Jon had shifted in turn.
This new position was even less comfortable than the last one. Jon could feel the unevenness in his situation as he rested on the fabric of the bed, and on himself. He felt a similar feeling he had before when he was in the bra, the feeling of having cleavage while he was pulled to press against himself by gravity, the feeling of skin against his own skin, rather than the soft, more foreign feeling chest of Karyn.
His body resting into the fabric of Karyn's bed, Jon began to try and keep count of Karyn's heartbeats through the pulsing in his body. He stopped shortly after, the focus on the slow pulses of his body reminding him that even his own heartbeat was out of his control.
Eventually, the heartbeats began to slow even more than before, and Jon felt an odd and deep stillness overcome him. Karyn was still breathing, but her breaths had grown even more deep and slow. It wasn't long after this that an odd tingling spread throughout Jon's body, and Jon realized with a shock that he could feel his body working to repair damages it had experienced through the day. He felt himself shift slightly, even, as the skin around him grew a bit more healthy, and his body rapidly began growing a bit more sensitive, his form a bit more youthful.
The shifting in him alerted him to far more than he would like to have known about his body. Jon noticed a strong focus on one particular area deep within him as the tingling continued. The spell trapping him as Karyn's breasts translated to his mind, and Jon knew that the area was designed to do one thing, the function for which breasts were primarily intended.
The regions lacked any form of activity, thankfully, and were waiting for a command from Karyn's body to begin to work. Somewhere deep down Jon couldn't help but find himself disappointed by that fact. It nagged at him, made him feel almost empty as he rested against himself and the bed. He quickly scolded and hated himself for feeling that disappointment.
The tingling lasted quite some time, moving from place to place as the night continued to pass. When it entered his nipples Jon was kept in a constant state of near-arousal, the nerves testing their ability to fire wasn't registering to Karyn, but the feelings were well perceived to Jon, and it was like being stimulated in all possible ways as the sensitive and pleasurable signals passed through him.
Finally, the tingling ended, and Jon was left relieved to feel Karyn's heartbeat and breath's speed up again.
However, that relief was short lived, as it wasn't long before Karyn became active again that she let out a soft sound of half-sleep, and rolled over slowly, her entire body pressing her breasts into the fabric of the bed.
Jon felt as he was pressed firmly into the bed, and his entire body became flattened out again. His body, not made of materials as stiff of the fabric of Karyn's bed, was flattened against Karyn's chest. Jon felt as a pressure built in him, pushing at his sides and supporting Karyn's weight. It was as if Jon was having his face pressed into the bed while his cheeks filled with air.
Fortunately, the moment did not last long.
"Well, aren't you being quite supportive." Jon could hear the smug smile in Karyn's tone, and felt as Karyn took a moment to brush a finger down his exposed and stretched sides.
Finally, Jon felt Karyn begin to move, and the pressure inside him rapidly reduced as Karyn's arms planted into the bed and lifted herself out of bed. The night was finally over.
