"Maybe magic isn't such bullcrap in the end " Kayrn said, grinning evilly as the tingling intensified throughout her body. Maybe the stone her slave had given her really was magic! Hurriedly, she began stripping off the simple outfit that she'd worn to school that day. She had gotten to the point of unhooking her bra when her body tensed up and her flesh began to crawl. She hated the feeling of helplessness "“ one of the main reasons she wasn't a sub like most girls "“ but gritted her teeth, knowing it was for the greater good.
Jon continued to kneel, the strange submissive instinct he'd been feeling since accidentally wishing himself into this predicament and common sense both keeping him in place. Now that Karyn's litany of wishes was finished, he appeared to have some control again, but it seemed wiser to stay where the stone was; even if he didn't have a chance to recover it, he'd at least be aware of what changes were made.
Finally able to drag his gaze up from the floor at Karyn's feet, his suspicions were confirmed that: in this reality, this was her first use of the stone, as her hair was the red he remembered, and her breasts were of a modest size. Not for long, of course, as the magic began to have its way, taking a much slower course than it had in Jon's few experiments. In an odd parallel to Jon's thoughts, her hair lightened to a sandy blonde color and clung to her scalp in tight little curls, while a matching Van Dyke sprouted on her face, obscuring her strengthening jaw line. That instinct re-asserted itself, causing Jon to feel tense and worried about looking unbidden at Karyn's face, but he fought it down and kept watching.
Now that they'd begun, Karyn's changes continued rapidly, perhaps because she'd called for all of them in a single wish, or perhaps because the rock's magic was responding to her desire for her own changes to be over with quickly. Soon, Jon would've had to crane his neck to see her face even if he were standing, as she filled up and out, reaching the specified 6'4" minimum and growing two inches beyond that. Muscles appeared and bulked up, giving her the look of a Greek sculpture, or, at the very least, a pro wrestler. As her biceps and forearms swelled, Karyn's hand spasmed, and the wishing stone fell to the carpet at her feet.
Jon's eyes tracked the plummeting rock, and he leaned forward, ready to pounce, when his attention caught on Karyn's crotch. As Jon watched with a certain horrified fascination, Karyn's now-inadequate panties split and her, now his, new penis spilled forth. Already at half-mast due to his high testosterone level and the feeling of power his new body gave him, Karyn's cock resembled a fleshy soda bottle. Tearing his eyes from the fate that awaited him if he didn't get the rock back, Jon
