Karyn walked over to the spot by Jon's door where she had left it, and grabbed her purse. "That's okay, I have an idea on that front." Karyn returned to the bed. "While you were asleep, I wished that I had both my memories from before these last few wishes, and the ones I would have if I hadn't heard those wishes." Karyn held her purse open next to the edge of the bed.
"Uh, Karyn?"
"Yes, Jon?"
"What are you doing?"
"Well, you're much too small to keep up with me on foot, and my pockets are too small to fit you, so I figured I'd have to carry you in my purse..."
"Uh-uh. No way. Not happening."
"Well, do you have another suggestion?"
"Uh..." Jon looked up at Karyn. She stood, bent forward over him holding the purse against the lip of the mattress. Jon blushed heavily as he realized that there was another alternative. "I suppose uh... I could uh... that is, if you would permit me to..."
"What?"
Jon squeaked something completely inaudible, his face now nicely matching the polka-dots on his dress.
"I couldn't hear you; you're going to have to speak up."
After taking a moment to muster his courage, shouted at the top of his lungs, "I COULD RIDE BETWEEN YOUR BREASTS." Despite Jon's tiny size, the sound still carried reasonably well. Mortified, Jon mouthed a silent prayer that none of his family were around to hear that, and then mumbled up to Karyn, "That is, if you don't mind at all."
Karyn opened her mouth, as if to say something, then closed it again. She looked Jon over, sizing him up. Then she looked down at her still unfamiliarly large cleavage. "Yeah, I guess you would fit, if you curled your legs up against your body. And you'd be able to peek out and see where we were going, at least while nobody was looking."
"So I can ride there?" Jon inquired, hardening at the thought.
"Sure, why not?" Karyn closed her purse, dropped to her knees, and rested her bosom on the edge of the bed. "Hop aboard."
Jon clambered over into position, sitting on the point where the cups on Karyn's bra met, one hand firmly gripping each cup. "Alright, I'm ready." As Karyn stood up, the world shook around Jon; the jiggling of the magnificent mounds now adorning Karyn's chest was made all the more enticing by their relative hugeness and proximity. Jon fought the urge to reach out and squeeze one; no telling how Karyn might react to such a move, and losing his grip in this position could prove quite dangerous for Jon.
Jon marveled for a moment at all the various instabilities of his physical position. The regular motion forward and backward as Karyn breathed. The sideways motion ad Karyn turned to head towards Jon's door--particularly the jiggling aftereffects. The regular vertical shaking movement as Karyn began to walk. The vibration along the flesh behind him as Karyn began to speak.
"As I was saying; I've given myself both memories from before the change and after, and I think I've noticed a difference that might be worth investigating in..."
