Catching Karen off-guard, the rapidly shrinking Jon lunged for the rock, successfully knocking it out of Karen's grasp.
"Careful," she said, more than a little worried that Jon might slip up as she had.
"I wish," said Jon with a smile, "that for the next two hours Karen was six inches tall."
Karen glared at Jon as a feeling came over her body. She felt her shirt grow past her arms as the world shot up in stature. In an instant, the circus-tent-sized t-shirt blocked out the light and she couldn't see a thing. But something was off.
"Oops," she heard Jon's voice boom.
Karen struggled to move, but something big weighed her down. She kicked, but her legs were off the ground as though she was stuck against something.
"What's happened?" squeaked Karen in a tiny, high-pitched voice.
"One little mistake," said Jon, whose turn it now was to hold back laughter.
"Get me out of this shirt so I can see," shouted Karen.
Jon gently pulled back the shirt, revealing Karen's thimble-sized head. She looked down to see what pinned her down only to find... her own breasts.
"What the hell?!" Karen shouted.
Jon couldn't help it and started busting a gut. Karen just looked too ridiculous, desperately trying to get a foothold with her normal-sized breasts holding her off the ground.
"You wished that they were bigger," laughed Jon, "and the wish couldn't undo that. So it did the next best thing."
"Damnit Jon! I can't move with these things."
Jon reached down, eyeing the diminutive Karen and the rather-amazing cleavage. Here she was, exposed in Jon's eyes for the first time, as strange as the situation was. Cupping each breast in either hand, Jon lifted Karen off the floor.
As soon as his hand moved across her enlarged chest, Karen let out a shockingly loud moan. The sensation to her body seemed magnified a hundred times.
Jon smiled.
