A day passed in which Jon tried to consider different options for wishes. He made his room nicer, gave himself a better computer, made himself a bit taller, and while it all was a rush of excitement he felt his mind continually drifting into what it was like to be that woman's ass. He didn't even know her name, or really much about her at all. But he kept thinking about her, wondering what she was doing, whether she was going to some club and grinding on some random guy with her... he shook his head to clear the thoughts away. This could get addicting, and that thought both aroused and frightened him. Late the next morning, he woke up with the frustration pent-up arousal can bring, and he decided he couldn't take it. One more try, at least to get it out of his system.
He took a deep breath, grabbing the stone. "I wish that I would become the same woman's ass from noon until midnight, and that she won't have to use the bathroom until after midnight." Heart pounding, and lust filling his mind, he didn't think of anything wrong with the spell until the wish had taken hold. Suddenly, in a rush he felt the same whirl of sensations as his body melted down into fat and split itself down the middle. Jon realized that the transformation felt more cozy this time, as if slipping into a familiar set of clothes. The immediate pressure on his face brought him back to reality. He felt himself spread outwards, and with the sounds of rustling paper and chewing muffled almost beyond recognition he guessed she was eating lunch. He realized that, if not for his specifications, he might be tasting that lunch tomorrow, or something similar. Though the train of thought did make him think of the terms of his wish...
