Tomorrow didn't exactly go according to plan. Jon had failed to make it out of bed without looking at the island girl's blown-up boobs, and that was all she wrote.
Jon knew the girl was clever, but she still surprised him when she chose to remove the magic bra from the cabin while he was too damn horny to stop her. She had obviously figured out what had caused her wishes to come true.
She had returned half an hour later, without the bra.
She was eager to jump back into bed with Jon and he only hoped she hadn't made any more wishes while she was away "“ though her already huge breasts didn't look any bigger than when she had left.
The girl was incredible at sex, Jon admitted. Even in spite of his compulsion, she cuddled and caressed him as though he could choose not to and she was immensely grateful he hadn't. He knew she still very much adored him. She probably saw his altered state as the next level of their passionate affair. Jon still loved her too, in spite of everything, and could not begrudge her beyond the inconvenience of his current horniness and the limited time left with her in which he could fix it.
They made love until the small hours of the morning, when the girl had exhausted herself and fallen asleep. Jon rolled out of her grasp to avoid another erection.
He wanted to find the bra, he needed to find it. His legs were nearly too tired to carry him, but he managed to stagger through the dark forest in search of the stream and the clearing with the girl's hut. Jon figured that was the best place to search for the magic bra.
Unfortunately, the jungle at night looked completely different to the jungle during the day and Jon became hopelessly lost. After a few hours of searching in complete darkness, he eventually found the stream and began to follow it.
The sun was rising and light was beginning to penetrate the thick canopy above him. By the time he reached the clearing he was too weak to climb up to the girl's nest and collapsed against the tree, exhausted and asleep.
