"Your words say stop," Jon replies, continuing his fondling assault, "But the rest of you says go." At 'go', Jon again ran his thumbs past Karyn's nipples, and Karyn let out an audibly louder gasp. Her right hand flits between her legs, and Jon gets a reasonably good view--live for the first time--of a girl masturbating. Enthralled (and increasingly aroused), Jon continued his motions even as Karyn's breasts seemed larger and larger in his hands. Karyn's hypnotic moans used no language, yet they communicated a feeling of profound ecstasy.
When the final triumphant squeal came--accompanied by a convulsion throughout Karyn's entire body--Jon could only tell the passage of time by the extraordinary difficulty he was having holding up (let alone fondling) a pair of breasts much too large for his now miniature hands.
"So," inquired Karyn, a look of bliss painted across her face, "Did you enjoy the show?"
Blushing scarlet at the thought of Karyn noticing his recent act of semi-voyeurism, Jon set Karyn down on the floor, in the only practicable position--lying on her back, with one breast resting off to each side.
"What makes you think the show is over?"
