Jon dropped the rock in fear he would make another wish. Karyn also noticed that Jon had made a wish and stared at the rock like it would attack them. "What do you think that wish did?"
Jon licked his lips. "I don't know." Jon licked his lips again. He was starting to get really thirsty. "Say, Karyn. Did you drink your milk this morning? Your breasts seem to be about the same size as before your wish yesterday."
"Oh," Karyn said, turning her attention away from the rock. "I emptied my breasts last night, but by morning, they were already this size; so, no, I didn't drink it this morning. I guess the wish makes sure I always have large breasts to satisfy my wish."
"Do . . . do you think I can have some?"
"What?"
Jon couldn't think straight. He needed more milk. He was craving it, wanting it more than anything else in the world. He jumped on the rock and said, "I wish Karyn's milk would appear in my hand."
A jar of white liquid materialized in his hand. Jon removed the lid and chugged the whole thing. It was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Even as it reached his stomach and caused him pain, it was still pleasurable. He knew something was wrong with him, but he didn't care.
Jon finished and let out a little burp of satisfaction, and then immediately leaned over in pain. Karyn was giving him an incredulous look and said, "Are you feeling alright, Jon? Ah, my breasts are gone!"
Jon looked up and sure enough she was flat as an ironing board. "Apparently my wish brought me your milk still inside of you too. Ah, it hurts!" Jon could feel his veins on fire as the milk spread throughout his body, not just chest. And yet, he still wanted more milk, even though he knew how much pain it would cause him. He said, "I wish I could have more whenever I wanted."
