... run them off.
"What?" Jon said with a perplexed look on his face.
"Our regular jogging route. It's about two miles. We go for a good run, and poof, no more bounce to the ounce. Oh, one detail, just so you don't dog-it, you can't get more than fifty feet behind me for the jog to count."
"Is that all?" Jon said with relief. He'd always had to hold back to keep from running Karyn ragged, so this would be no problem.
"Yes, that's all." Karyn smirked. "Let me know when you want to go for a run."
"How about right now?" Jon declared.
"Don't you want a little prep time first?" Karn asked.
"Prep for what? It's just a jog." Jon said.
"Well for one thing, you might find it a lot more comfortable running on empty." Karyn said pointing to the twin spreading wet marks on his shirt.
"Oh no! We go as soon as we can get changed." Jon demanded.
Karyn picked up the rock and said, "In that case let me help. 'I wish we were both dressed in our regular jogging outfits'."
Instantly Karyn was attired in a sports bra, fucia tank-top, white shorts, white socks, and white tennis shoes with pink puffs. Jon was in his regular black running shoes, black shorts, and a tank-tee that was straining against his huge breasts. As Karyn watched, Jon's shirt began to form twin wet blotches that became more an more transparent with each passing moment. The wet tee formed a nearly clear sheath around Jon's nipples, which now poked so far out they were an eye hazard, in more ways than one.
"I don't think you want to go out like that." Karyn re-emphasized.
"Heck with it, It'll dry in the wind. Let's go!" Jon declared.
"Ok, if you insist." Karyn agreed.
