Jon belatedly realized that he had made a mistake, answering the wrong question, just as Karyn choked back a gasp of laughter.
"That's not what I meant!" he started to say, only to be interrupted by a kiss.
Karyn leaned in, locking lips with Jon and swallowing his protests. She knew perfectly well that Jon had told her how much larger he was than usual, rather than how large he'd originally been. She'd waited just a second, trying to decide if she'd act of it while watching to see if he'd notice his slip. She'd made up her mind just as she'd seen his reaction, and that had only assured her that she had done the right thing.
Reaching over into his lap and resting her cheek on his shoulder, she rubbed the stiffening lump in his pants as it started to shrink.
"Awww...well, we'll see if we can't help with the fit of those panties then, shall we?" she whispered into his ear as he struggled not to squirm too much.
Jon fought with himself, struggling not to draw attention to himself and crawl backwards out of his seat and away from Karyn's hand all at the same time. It was all he could do to sit still, hips wiggling back and forth with his thighs clamped firmly together, as Karyn teased him. Another novel sensation: a growing erection and a shrinking penis at the same time. The contradicting forces, the conflicting nerve signals, and the depressing relief he felt as the "breathing room" in the front of his tight-fitting women's jeans increased would have been enough to set him on edge even without his best friend's feminine hand rubbing it in, almost literally.
Karyn felt his shrinking under her touch, fascinated by the sheer thickness of it as it hardened to her rubbing...and then shrinking smaller and smaller the more it tried to grow and stiffen. She felt the front of Jon's pants draw almost flat and smooth across his groin, and could feel a little bit of the tenseness leave him as his clothes no longer felt so crowded down there. Then he tensed again as he realized...gave a frightened bleat, and snaked a hand of his own into his pants to find...
"Oh, that's just not fair. How little did you make me?!" Jon hissed, not making the connection even when Karyn kissed the tip of his nose and turned his hair a cotton-candy pink.
"Oh, two or three inches," she answered with shrug, then smiled.
"Your panties aren't still too small, are they?" she asked him, trying to watch his reaction while ignoring the sporadic laughter of the audience around them.
"Nonono!" he was quick to answer, shaking his head rapidly and making his pixie-cut pink hair almost shimmer in the silvery light of the theater.
"Good! I want you to be comfortable," she lied through her teeth, slipping her arm around his shoulders this time and turning her attention back to the movie as if nothing were amiss.
