Meanwhile, Jon was getting ready for school himself. He had decided to wish for something after he got ready for school, but now he changed his mind.
He walked back into his room and grabbed the stone. "I wish ..." he said, not realizing that the wish would be granted to his mom, instead of him, "I wish I had a foot-long dick."
Like most young men his age, Jon was worried about the size of his dick. Was it big enough? Whose was bigger than his? If it was indeed big enough, why then couldn't he get laid?
The stone flashed and Jon waited for the wish's effect, but nothing was stirring down there. Perturbed, he spoke again, "I wish my dick was bigger."
The stone flashed again, but still nothing. Jon tried again, "I wish my dick was bigger!"
Again, nothing happened. Frustrated, Jon tried once more. "I wish my cock was twice as long!"
Jon's penis remained unchanged.
"Dammit, is it broken?" Jon groaned. He saw the time and realised he was goign to be late for school unless he got a move on, so Jon grabbed the rock and put it in his backpack. Hopefully he'd have time to try and find out what was wrong with it later in the school day.
"Bye mom!" called Jon as he rushed downstairs and past his mother, who was cleaning the living room.
"Bye sweetie," she called after him, but he had already vanished out the front door.
Joan, Jon's mother sighed and went back to dusting the bookshelves. Suddenly, a wooden figurine dropped off the shelf below her and fell with a thud to the floor.
"Oops!", Joan gasped and picked the sculpture back up. "I should be more careful, or I could probably take out the whole bookcase with you!
"Let me tuck you between my legs, Little Joan," Joan said to the 34" long penis hidden beneath her long skirt as she manoeuvred the flaccid log to where she wanted it, clamped between her thighs. "There, now you can't cause me more mischief! Honestly, I can't take you anywhere..."
