"You're gonna what?!" said Jon, ask Karyn pushed him up against a locker, placing her hand on his chest.
She leaned in, kissing him as he began to diminish, first horizontally until she could wrap her fingers around him like a pole and then, holding him in place, vertically. In almost an instant, she was holding Jon, no more than four inches tall and completely naked, in the palm of her hand. Giggling, she reached down and grabbed his clothes, dressing in them to cover her own naked body.
Though at first Jon's shirt and jeans hung off her, Karyn concentrated herself and swelled in size. Nearly six and a half feet tall and now with an incredible chest that made Jon's t-shirt go taught, Karyn beamed with pride at her solution.
"Wow!" was all the tiny John could squeak at the incredible goddess.
"Guess where you get to ride," she chuckled, tucking Jon between her breasts.
"As for you," she said to the tiny Biff with the over-inflated dick, "I think I know where there's some spare room."
She pulled forward the elastic of Jon's underwear and tucked Biff inside, right up against her own crotch.
"Let's go!" she smiled.
