Jon opened his eyes to be met with the same view he saw just a moment ago, yet the soft curves and tight sports wear still surprised him. He could see his nipples poke slightly against the pastel blue of his bra and indeed he could feel two points of gentle tightness where his pecs should be.
He carefully extended his index finger and touched the tip of one of the little bumps adorning his bra. It felt nice. Very similar to the way it felt when he touched the ladyparts in his crotch, but not nearly as intense. It was the same gentle pleasure which started with his touch, but quickly left that particular location and instead spread all over his body.
Of course he felt himself let out a small moan. It was like trying to not laugh when you're tickled.
Jon knew he should be counting himself lucky. From years of reading various parts of the internet, getting off to the idea of becoming a woman, he learned a lot about female bodies. Like the fact that unlike what porn would like you to believe, many women didn't really find nipple stimulation all that pleasurable. And those who did, often did so only after being really in the mood. So Sue was lucky to be able to have her nipples played with feel nice.
But Jon's fantasy was not all about feeling nice, was it?
He was weirdly attracted to the idea that a lot of women have breasts and nipples, very obvious sexual parts of the anatomy, and yet themselves find them not sexual in the slightest. They have to put up with them for no good reward. It was kind of mean of mother nature to do that.
And of course the idea that mother nature would be mean to him too was appealing, to say the least.
"I wish..." he said reaching for the stone again. He knew he's only just made a wish for his vocality. And maybe it was unwise to keep wishing and wishing and wishing, especially when as horny as he was now. But he was on the roll. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop even if he wanted to. And the rational part of his brain wanted him to want to stop.
"I wish my nipples were average in sensitivity, but absolutely none of that sensitivity was sexual in nature. Oh, and I wish that also applied to my breasts as a whole."
He felt the stone go warm, but didn't feel any different himself. His nipples still seemed to distend the fabric of his sports bra slightly. He poked one of them with his finger to test outcomes of his wish, only to find that - no surprise there - it had worked perfectly. The nipple felt a bit stiff under his finger, sure, but that was only as a response to the general arousal he was experiencing. Touching it didn't generate any more arousal. It didn't feel nice. It didn't feel like anything really for that matter. He might have as well been touching one of his other fingertip. Sensitive? Sure. Sexual? Not really.
"Haha, welcome to the disappointments of womanhood Jon!" he laughed entertained. He felt a little less horny now and a bit more amused and curious. It was still hot, seeing the pair of tits in front of him, but he also knew that he was that one step closer to joining the ranks of billions of women for whom breasts were just a boring part of everyday life rather than something exciting. Jon was quite curious about what it would be like to get there fully.
He pinched both of his nipples gently, to find that, of course, it just felt a little uncomfortable. They were tender, but not sensual. Interesting.
Still amused by the situation, at an impulse he reached out for the rock once again. What's better than having prominent, female nipples for no benefit of his own? Having really prominent nipples for no good fucking reason.
"I wish large nipples run in my family and mine were by far the most prominent - enough so that they sometimes get visible even though the most padded bras."
As he finished he watched as his words became reality right in front of him. The half-soft, half-hard pencil erasers seemed to grow plumper under the tight constraint of his bra. They actually became a little less obvious as their volume spread wider than taller. But that didn't last for more than a couple seconds as he felt them push against the tight pastel blue fabric, pumped up until it looked like someone shoved two blobs of jell-o cast out of largish thimbles between the flesh of his breasts and the constrictive sports bra.
Jon smiled at the sight. Those were prominent nipples. And they were his!
He pulled the stretchy fabric at his cleavage up to have a bit of a peek at his new nipple "in the flesh" but it was difficult to see anything this way. He sat up instead and spend a few dozens seconds struggling to remove the contraption around his chest. Without the bra squishing the flesh of his breasts close to his chest, he felt their full weight settle down once again. Yeah, his nipples were large. Just shy of looking kinda out of place. They also got a bit darker. Looking mature for sure, though that shouldn't have been surprising seeing as he's wished himself to be a MILF.
He leaned back down on the armrest, feeling the weight of his breasts roll to his sides a little without the support of the bra.
The view was hot. So hot. He felt himself getting turned on again.
He gave his fat nipple another flick. He felt the flick but it still didn't feel any good. The sight of a slender hand of a woman touching her breasts was quite appealing though. Especially given the contrast between how small that hand was and how large the nipple. Easily bigger than the top of her thumb.
He reached out to the stone. "I wish that Sue finds it quite annoying how much attention her husband David gives to her nipples and breasts."
The rock grew warm, and Jon knew that thanks to his previously-established rules, the sentiment he just wished up for Sue will become his at some unspecified point in the next 24 hours. Perfect.
