"I wish that Karyn would be back to her normal, full size and always stay that way."
Suddenly, as he watched, the girl that was his penis suddenly grew. And grew, and grew until she was back to roughly the size she'd been before being miniaturized.
Jon didn't notice, but with the changes in his penis, changes in other things also had to be made. His penis was now far too big to fit inside a vagina, so despite that he still essentially had a penis, he would be surprised to find that he was now classified as 'female', as he was no longer capable of producing sperm, and instead all of his sex organs consisted of Karyn's female organs. To better support this new fact, Jon's legs refashioned themselves to match the standard 'child-bearing hips' that Karyn had had before, and the place where his crotch normally was now only had Karyn's crotch.
Karyn was also now far too large to properly carry urine all the way from his bladder to her mouth, so instead his bladder would empty the same way hers would, through her vagina.
Of course, none of this occured to Jon, as all he knew was that there was now a very nubile young woman quite literally rubbing up against him and moaning slightly as her breasts bobbed back and forth in the mirror. Oh, and because of the way his wish had been worded, her being his penis she was also fully erect, and that was pushing his mind into new levels of arousal.
Smiling stupidly, he started to rub and grab her breasts. He found that grabbing too hard elicited a jab of pain in his dick, so he lightened the touch and found that this lighter touch was sending even greater waves of pleasure up his spine than he'd ever known before.
Karyn didn't argue, and in fact was doing her darned best to make things go even better, wiggling and contorting, though for some reason her crotch seemed to refuse to move, which made sense since her crotch wasn't really hers anymore, or at lest the legs and hips weren't. She didn't know that the bones of her spine ended just at the lower end of Jon's stomach, or that her nervous spine went through her crotch and back up Jon's spine. She didn't care that many of the muscles that would normally be found in the lower back had now been replaced with what was essentially taught cartilage. All she knew was that she needed Jon to reach down and get at that warm feeling in the place where she would normally be able to feel her legs, but now wasn't.
Barely able to breath out, Karyn huskily pleaded to Jon, "Jon, lower..."
Jon seemed to understand, and after a moment of figuring out that he had to reach to his own crotch in order to get to hers, Jon was ministering away, and Karyn was moaning as liquid fire was shooting up and down her entire body, as limited as that now was.
After some indeterminable amount of time Karyn's entire body tensed and shuddered as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed her senses as her brain went haywire.
And to her it seemed over. Of course, Jon hadn't seemed to have noticed, and was still going on as he had been only moments before, driving Karyn bonkers yet again. "Jon, stop!" Her pleas sounded weak even to her own ears, but she found that it was all she was capable of before she started moaning again, and before too long she climaxed again.
Yet Jon still seemed to not have noticed, and Karyn finally realized why, 'I'm... full sized, and I'm his penis, I'm... full sized... and I always will be. Oh no, he's just going to keep going, and forever!' "Jon!" Through her clouded mind Karyn couldn't help but feel helpless against Jon's lust-driven stimulation; she had no arms to even try to push him away with, and she had no legs to try to run away with, all she could do was plea and hope he heard her.
But he wasn't really paying any attention to her, only to her body, which was essentially rightfully his now, and before she could really think of anything to do she climaxed again.
It was getting worse, with all the stimulation she simply couldn't think straight, and after she climaxed yet again, she knew she had to do something, but she also knew that she had to get Jon to do it for her.
The only thing she could think of was the stone, "Jon! Get the stone!"
"Heh, stone..."
Karyn had to think fast, which in her current state of mind meant that a snail could outthink her, and it was a few minutes later before she could speak again, "Jon..." She started with a seductive, suggestive voice, "Could you get that widdle wishing stone for me?"
Jon heard this, and his mind, already obsessed with making this girl feel good, started the essential functions to please her, doing anything she asked so long as she used that low, hoarse, bedroom voice. He picked up the stone, not noticing how Karyn's head nearly hit the floor.
Karyn, taking a gamble, turned back to Jon, smiled, and said in that rough, lust-filled way, "Could you rub me with it?" She punctuated it with a pout, surprising herself with just how effective all this was to the hormonally over-driven young man she used to know as Jon.
Jon, of course, was happy to comply, and practically shoved the little rock into Karyn's waiting cunt; the sensation of the cold rock in a place that was so warm, wet, and sensetive almost drove Karyn too far all on its own, but she managed to hold it together long enough to do what she wanted, "I wish..."
