Jon waited a few seconds for the wish-granting warmth of the rock to subside as he knew his wish got granted. Sue's husband was likely to give her behind more attention than she'd ideally like to. And very soon she wouldn't be just someone Jon was referring to, but rather she would be Jon's whole future lived experience.
"Am I not going too far?" He whispered quietly. Maybe it was time to take a bit of a stock of the changes he's inflicted upon himself so far.
He's turned into a 35 year old woman, a wife and a mother of two. That's for one. And the wishes he's made guaranteed that in less than a day now his whole mental world would also change to match that person he's created. For all intents and purposes he would be Sue. Look like her, think like her and feel the way she feels about things which in turn also meant he'd behave like her. The only way he'd be different from having been Sue from birth would be remembering her life as Jon and being 100% aware that her life and the person she's now is a result of his wishes.
Jon knew that this likely meant that Sue wouldn't think very highly of her past self. No doubt she'll feel a bit like a victim of horniness of a stupid kid with masochistic female discomfort kink.
Jon hated that he couldn't wait to feel like that.
He thought of the other changes he already introduced to his future life beyond him into this 35 year old woman.
He looked down at his small hands. He found them cute this way, but it'd be interesting to witness that appeal soon dissolve into that of mundaneness. Or would she also like them this way? And her feet too. Women hate having large feet, right?
He looked at the slight bumps on the surface of his sports bra indicating his more prominent nipples. Would their size bother Sue? They certainly will bring her no benefits, not after Jon wished her into the 15% or so of female population who don't really get anything out of breast play. Is he going to find himself wishing that she could get at least some amusement out of her chest, instead of only carrying it around for the sake of her husband? He imagined laying there low-key bored as some guy is having the time of his life kneading his boobs. It was weird thinking of being sexually active with a man but Jon still felt himself get a bit flustered at the idea of being fed up of being a toy.
"Mmmmm" he vocalised gently as heat built in his crotch again.
He thought of the wish to make Sue... vocal. How was that going to work given her and David have kids?
He shifted his weight from his left to his right food, surprised by the fact he could feel this induce more shifting around his hips than he was used to. Yeah, lastly there was his most recent 'improvements' to Sue's bottom. He walked over to the mirror to see how the beautiful, shapely woman he remembered seeing there before now seemed to match what he'd imagine was one of the top results to a search for the word 'childbearing'. Her hips were just broad, especially compared to the rest of her torso which stayed largely the same. Her thighs were also chunkier and wider but her buttocks surprisingly didn't seem that much more prominent. Maybe there was more mass to them but it got stretched to the sides rather than protruding out behind her. She had 'the ratio'. Jon tried reaching into Sues memories to see whether her proportions made clothing trickier and a brief image appeared in his head - being in a fitting room of a clothing store, looking down and to his side at a waistband of his jeans, and seeing and inch or so of a gap between their rim and the smooth skin of his lower waist. The imagery came with a vague feeling of frustration.
"I'll take it as a yes." He said.
And then of course he followed up the change Sue's hip structure with a guarantee she feels self-conscious about them while her husband feels entitled to enjoy her behind.
"Mmmm" the warmth in Jon's crotch was turning into dampness again.
This was such a slippery slope. He could stop now and instead turn his attention into making his new life better. Make it easier for him to slip into being Sue. It all wasn't supposed to get to this point. It was supposed to be a temporary experience. "Surely", Jon thought, "rationally knowing that I'll have to live with it all for the rest of my life takes priority over a few more hours of wild ride of sexual indulgence?"
But looking at all the wishes he's made so far wasn't helping. Knowing he'd regret it all wasn't helping. The idea of regretting it all was precisely what was turning him on in all this. Only some kind of miraculous cold shower could stop this madness, and deep down he knew it. He felt like an addict on a bender - knowing it's bad for him but not able to stop. It scared him, and it excited him.
He looked at the magic rock in his hand and grasped it tight.
"I'm sorry, Sue." He whispered.
