Jon 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.
Jon imagined a scene - of a nude couple, doing nude couple-y things. The man ditching his other efforts to squeeze the woman's breasts, as she frowned annoyed and disappointed that he's all about her chest instead of things which feel actually nice.
He didn't understand why he wanted so much to experience what this woman was experiencing. Why he wanted so badly to be fed up by how sexually selfish her partner can be. Why he wanted to struggle to understand his desires.
Yes, that was a big part of it. He liked hearing how women completely didn't get what it was that men saw in them. He got off online to stories of men saying how their hot partners just couldn't comprehend what their boyfriend saw in them, even though they were objectively super hot.
Jon wanted that. This... loss. The loss of being able to appreciate the sexappeal of the female form, all the while being stuck in a body so hot it hurts. He wanted to curse himself with the inability to see his womanhood as attractive. In his transformation-masochism, he wanted to make sure that ultimately he's not able to draw pleasure even from looking at his beautiful body.
He checked the time. Or at least he glanced on his wrist where his watch should have been. There was none, just his slender arm.
"I wish I had a smart-watch..." he said. "... with a special extra function of showing the countdown to any time-triggered wishes I might schedule."
A watch appeared on his wrist showing the current time: 5.30pm. He thought he's started this whole experience around 5pm, which meant he still had about half an hour left of his wish-guaranteed one hour of home time alone.
"What time does David and the kids usually come back home?" He tried 'remembering'.
David usually comes back at 6.15pm and on Tuesdays Lilly drops the kids back here around 7.30.
"Lilly, who?" he scratched his head. Jon was still not quite used to receiving memories from his new life straight into his psyche on demand. And it didn't help that sometimes they were incomplete.
Lilly Jameson. Lucy and Samantha's mother. My kids' friends. They usually have play/study sessions on Tuesdays at theirs and stay over for dinner.
"Ah ok..." Jon thought. He didn't know whether to be glad or scared that this meant, he likely had a little over an hour in the house alone with his new husband, before his kids were back home. He was excited, that for sure. Maybe even excited because of how scary the prospect was. No matter how milfy his body and life was, inside he was still pretty much a young heterosexual man, so the idea of having a husband was a bit iffy. Though he also knew that in all likelihood he'd soon magically force himself into an outlook more appropriate for Sue, David's wife.
He knew it needed to happen but he didn't know if he had the guts to do it quite yet. He still wanted to enjoy the sight of the perfect bomb of feminine sexappeal that was the body he now occupied. But he knew that the longer he delayed wishing for his new life the more likely it was that he'd chicken out.
That's why he wished the smart-watch into existence. That's why he wanted it to have a wish countdown. If he wished for things now, scheduling them to take place later, he could still have a bit of time before they properly kick in.
He needed to test the watch with something simpler than mental modifications first.
He looked around for an idea but he kept getting distracted by the body he saw attached below his neck. His new nipples were just so obvious, and the way his now bralless tits kinda settled a bit to the sides, pulling gently on the skin on his sternum, really emphasised their soft mass. ("Two apples of pure tit-flesh!" he thought amazed. He still couldn't believe that just yesterday seeing a pair in person was just a dream.) Then his smooth tummy, on his slender torso, narrowing into his waist and flaring out into his thighs. He noticed that his thighs flattened and widened slightly as he sat on them instead of standing up. It felt odd, but that'd be yet another thing he'd need to get used to. In the end he did wish for "huge butt" earlier on. In the mirror the butt looked not massive but definitely sizeable but the way it felt compared to his old behind was certainly huge.
"What to test this on?" he wondered. "What the fuck do I test this on?"
Sue's thighs were making it difficult for Jon to concentrate now. They looked so soft and squishy. So womanly. He wondered how they looked nude. Were they smooth? Covered in slight cellulite maybe? The way they spread out a bit also made him realise that probably often female hip width came from the layer of fat around their thighs rather than purely from their skeletal structure. Though there was also something super sexy about skinny women, whose hips were broad because of how wide their hipbones were...
He looked at the watch. The time-countdown function needed to be tested.
"Ah fuck it." he burst out, not being able to think of any good test example, and distracted by his bottom body. "I wish that exactly in 20 seconds Sue's pelvis would get a few inches wider and the whole reality would adjust to make it so that's the way it always been."
Wider pelvis - 20s
A small text appeared on the face of his smartwatch, just underneath the clock, changing just a second later, and then again the second after that. So the time keeping worked.
Wider pelvis - 18s
Jon thought briefly about the wording of his rushed wish. "A few inches?" he looked down at his black leggings hugging his curves tightly. "I meant a 'couple' inches. 'A few' can mean 'a couple', right?"
This was supposed to be a small test but he realised that maybe he accidentally made it a bit... more consequential?
Wider pelvis - 10s
He was glad it wasn't at least anything to do with mental changes. I mean, he was going to give himself some mental changes. Highly regrettable ones. But he wanted to know that they weren't accidental.
Wider pelvis - 5s
The way he laid length-wise on the sofa, there was quite a lot of space for him. Certainly between his feet and the other arm-rest (Yayy, being 5'1''). But also there seemed to be a few inches of sofa real estate between either of his hips and the sofa backrest and the seat edge. Though he wondered how much his estimate was affected by the fact that he was generally smaller now, and not used to it.
Wider pelvis - 3s
"I guess we'll find out pretty soon." he whispered as he put the palms of his hands against his hips. They felt wide already. Oh man.
Wider pelvis - 2s
He noticed how without his bra on, and with his arms positioned down along his body, the flesh of his boobs actually pressed a little into his upper arms. Interesting...
Wider pelvis - 1s
...
Wider pelvis - now
