Giving up on finding a way to get the device (or the stone) back using more conventional methods, Jon surrendered to a mix of curiosity and lust. Perhaps Jon could wrest the device back as Karyn basked in the post-orgasmic glow; if not, the situation could hardly get any worse.
Lacking experience to dictate what to do next, Jon improvised. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the inside of one thigh, then ran it up across Karyn's lower lips, and down the other. The taste was faintly sweet. Karyn giggled.
Trying another tack, he removed his tongue tip and placed it between Karyn's thighs. He then proceeded to drag it up and towards him. As he ran the tongue along between Karyn's outer lips he got a taste of the sweet nectar already coating the tunnel within. Continuing closer and upwards, Karyn gasped audibly as the rough surface of the tongue slid across the nubbin at the top of Karyn's inner chasm. Following Karyn's blond curls as surely as if they were the yellow brick road. The trail culminated with a stop in Karyn's navel, for which Jon flicked the tip of his tongue in and out with a flourish.
Jon paused in wonder for a moment at the difference in size that now existed between himself and Karyn; even with his hugely extended tongue, Jon found that he could barely reach Karyn's navel with its tip. Still, if he wanted to reverse the process he would need to retrieve the transformation device Karyn held easily beyond his reach. Jon pressed on.
After his brief love affair with Karyn's navel, Jon returned his tongue in the direction of the real action. Sliding again through the golden wheat of Karyn's field, Jon stopped at the nubbin--Karyn's clit--to give it the attention he denied it on his trip up. A repeat of his earlier flourish earned another sharp intake of breath from Karyn, who began to absently knead her left breast with her free hand. After a final downward stroke of the flourish, Jon thrust the tip of his tongue up into Karyn.
"Mmmmh..." The beginnings of a moan escaped Karyn's lips. "Deeper."
Undulating the middle of his lengthy tongue in order to maintain friction against Karyn's clit, Jon worked his way deeper into the ambrosial chalice of Karyn's depths. Releasing her breast, Karyn brought down her left hand to the back of Jon's head. Momentarily afraid of the huge hand on the back of his head, Jon ceased his deepening. Karyn, however, began applying a slight pressure, egging Jon on further.
"Mmmmmh...yes...there..." The tip of Jon's tongue ran up and down along a few ridges found deep withing the folds of Karyn.
"Harder...faster..." Struggling to comply with both requests, Jon tried to simultaneously press harder with the tip of his tongue, and rub it faster across the ridges of Karyn's g-spot.
"Harder...faster..." Karyn began to slide Jon's head in and out with more force.
"Harder...faster..." Jon had lost essentially any control over the situation. He swung up his arms to try to brace against Karyn's thighs to push away.
"Harder...faster...smaller..." As he tried to push against Karyn's thighs, he suddenly found that his arms could no longer reach.
"Harder...faster...smaller..." And then his legs no longer touched the ground.
"Harder...faster...smaller..." Karyn's movements of Jon continued to accelerate, and Jon found himself getting dizzy. Jon tried to bunch up his tongue but couldn't overcome the strength of Karyn's vaginal walls given the rapid movement induced by Karyn's arm.
"Yes! Yes! Oh Yes!!!" The sudden squeezing against Jon's tongue indicated (he hoped) the end--or at the very least a reprieve. One thing was clear: giving in to temptation could indeed make things worse.
