After the unexpected stops at the janitor's closet and with Nari in the hallway, Jon had not been able to get to class very early after all. He didn't mind, though. He was too pleased to with his latest wishes. Besides, now that he didn't have to worry about school for the rest of the year, he could talk to the girls as much as he wanted.
Jon stepped into the large classroom. Like his 6th hour chemistry class with Ms. Stevens, this room was also a lab room. That meant there were two sections to the room. The first half of the room was filled with standard school desks. The back portion of the room was a collection of lab stations designed for students to pair off and share.
As Jon entered the room, he noticed two things: the fresh piece of paper sitting on his desk and Heather the rabbit-girl sitting at her own desk furiously scribbling away at a piece of paper. Jon walked to his desk and saw that the paper was indeed the homework assigned the previous Friday. It had his name in the top, it was written in his own handwriting, and he could see that all of the questions were answered perfectly.
Jon smiled and put down his bundle before he crossed the empty classroom to Heather's desk. As he approached, he saw the paper she was scribbling on was their homework assignment. Heather had always been known as a bit of a procrastinator, and it looked like that hadn't changed even if her body had. He had to admit, she looked pretty adorable as she concentrated on the paper. Her nose twitched back and forth over her enlarged front teeth while the tall ears turned on top of her head.
"How's it look?" she asked, writing in the last answer. Jon moved behind her and looked over her shoulder to inspect the paper. His now highly comprehensive knowledge of the material picked it apart and he turned to look at her. Her ears were laying flat against her head, her concern visible.
"Numbers 4, 6 and 7 in the multiple choice are wrong. The short answers are accurate, but you didn't go into too much detail. You're probably looking at a 'B-'," he told her. Heather erased the multiple choice answers he indicated and switched them before pushing the paper back. "I can live with that," she said. "I forgot we had homework. I guess I was having too much fun at your party." She gave him a wink.
Jon heard voices in the hall and saw a couple students stepping into the room. Class would be starting soon. Jon looked back at the buck-toothed blonde. "Heather, honestly, what was the wish at changed you?"
"I was on the dance floor with Jason from the football team and he wished 'we could fuck like rabbits.' I don't know about him, but I sure can now," she said dryly. "Do you like it?" She shrugged. "It has its ups and downs. I can hear and see everything so much better. And damn am I fast! I can jump so high that I'm glad I'm not afraid of heights. The only reason I don't play basketball is because I end up getting my feet stepped on. And I do get them stepped on. A lot. There are times I miss being able to wear shoes. Sometimes it's because I want to accessorize, but the worst is going out in winter. But the biggest change is the sex."
"How so?"
"I always want to fuck. Always. But the problem is that I'm super fertile now. I can have multiple kids, get fucked the next day, and be pregnant with multiple kids all over again!"
Jon's eyes went wide. "How many kids have you had?" Heather shrugged. "Nine from two pregnancies. And those were both within the past year. I've smartened up though. I use birth control, which thankfully still works on this body, have my partners wear condoms, and sex for rabbits lasts less than a minute. Luckily, most guys can outlast that. So, we go for about 40 seconds, I cum, get off and finish the guy off in other ways. I know how fertile I am and I don't want to be pregnant again, but I can't help but fuck all the time. That being said, I love my kids and wouldn't trade them for anything in the world."
Jon's blood ran cold. He hadn't even considered all of the unprotected sex he'd been having since his change either. Looking around at the mostly empty room, Jon walked far into the back lab section and pulled out the stone.
"I wish that I cannot get anyone pregnant unless I want to," he whispered.
Flash
Jon sighed in relief. That should keep him from enduing any unintended repercussions. In the meantime, he decided that once he got home he would divert some of his ridiculous new fortune to helping Heather support her kids. He wouldn't imagine wishing anyone out of existence, especially children, but it had to be difficult for her to raise so many of them.
Jon turned back to the front of the classroom just in time to see Nari walk through the door. As soon as she saw him, she averted her eyes and walked straight to her desk. Jon contemplated going over and trying to talk to her again when Mary and Kerry entered the room. Since the twins had been conjoined and no longer had a single leg between the two of them, Jon assumed they would be getting around by wheelchair or a similar setup.
Instead, the twins "walked" in on their four arms. They were each wearing a different top, while their fused hips were covered in a custom garment that looked like a cross between a skirt and a tube-top. They each had a backpack on and they were wearing gloves on their hands. The two moved over to a couch in the room and pulled themselves up on it, laying on their side. They pulled over a pair of low tables on wheels, unslung their back packs, and started settling in for class. Jon approached them and they both smiled at him. "Hello, Jon," they said in stereo.
"Hey girls. How's it going?"
"Doing fine," said the twin to the right as she pulled off her gloves. Jon saw they were custom made as the palms had a rubber padding on them, resembling the sole of a shoe. "Wishing it was still last Saturday," said the other with a wink. "I heard you had a private party upstairs. Why weren't we invited?" she pouted.
Jon looked at the pair, and without knowing who was who said "Kerry, honestly, what was the wish that changed you two?" The twin on the left continued to unpack her bag, while the twin on the right paused and looked at him. "Dave saw us dancing together and wished he could fuck us at the same time. Now, we're always going to be fucked at the same time."
"Do you both feel what the other feels?"
"Yes. Our vagina has two clits that we both feel. I can feel her breasts, when her hair is stroked, I feel it all. If it weren't for the fact that I had always thought it was like this, it would be overwhelming."
"What do you think of your change?" Kerry frowned. "It's terrible. I love my sister, but I am my own person too. Or at least I was. Now were just 'the twins'. I can never get time to myself, always have to put up with someone, and then there's the physical issues. We have to walk around on out hands. I wanted a cart of some sort, but Mary convinced me that doing it this way is more independent. Plus it builds up our arm strength so we can have sex 'standing up'," she said, her fingers making air quotes. "Besides that, the bathroom is a nightmare. We share a vagina and an asshole. But they're each in the middle of our body and on opposite sides. We need to balance the middle of our body over the bowl, then flip over to keep going. It isn't easy."
"Mary," Jon said, "honestly, what do you think of your change?" Kerry returned to unpacking her bag while Mary looked up at Jon and smiled brightly. "I fucking love it! The sex is twice as good, everyone is even more intrigued by us and I'll never be apart from my sister. I wouldn't trade this for anything!"
Jon looked at the pair. He wasn't sure what to do. He could try figuring out a way to fix them and make Kerry happy, but keeping them together would keep Mary happy...
A wave of calmness passed over him.
Jon shrugged. He couldn't fix things right away anyways. He'd think about it and figure it out some other time. However, Kerry had been right about one thing: they really were two different people.
Jon looked up, spying Mr. Trencher enter the room. "Maybe next party, girls," Jon said with a wink. They both blushed as Jon headed for his seat.
"Alright, everyone," Mr. Trencher said, calling the class to order. "We will be continuing our lessons on cell structures. For today's lesson, we will be examining different cells under the microscopes. So, you'll be pairing off. Mary, Kerry, I will set up a microscope for you at your couch. Everyone else will be paired off randomly. Please turn your homework in to my desk, then go with your partner to a lab table."
The teacher pulled out index cards with everyone's names. The teacher said random pairs encouraged team building. Jon believed it was Mr. Trencher's way of avoiding problematic students from teaming up all the time.
"Heather, Ron."
Heather hopped out of her seat and put her homework on the teacher's desk. With two large hops, she had crossed the entire room and was at a lab table before her partner had even stood up. "No running in the classroom, Heather," the teach stressed as if this had been the millionth time he'd had to tell her.
"Jon, Nari."
Jon heard an audible groan go through the class as everyone seemed to be disappointed by the pairing. He could understand why the girls were upset as they were all highly attracted to him, but even the other guys seemed disappointed. Confused, Jon stood up, handed in his work, and headed to the lab station. A moment later, Nari sat down in the stool next to him. Jon tried smiling at her, but she continued to stare down at the table. Finally fed up, Jon rolled his eyes and asked "Nari, honestly, why don't you like me?"
"I like you very much," she responded sincerely. "Then why are you acting so distant from me?" She looked up at him. "I do not want you to see how attracted I am to you." Jon was only getting more confused. "Why not?"
"My father would be furious if I had relations with a boy while studying abroad."
"Isn't your biggest turn on the thought of breaking rules?"
"It is, which is why the thought of sleeping with you is even more appealing. But while breaking my father's rules is my greatest turn-on, I am still worried about him finding out and shy about letting an attractive boy know that I want him to have his way with me."
Jon smiled, enjoying the look of lust mixed with longing in Nari's eyes. Looking around the room, Jon saw that the rest of the class had been paired up and were about to start the day's project. "You can used to microscope first," Jon offered.
Nari returned to looking at the table, but Jon noticed the corner of her mouth twitch momentarily into a smile. "Thank you," she said softly as Mr. Trencher began his lesson.
