Matt looked at this strange girl, confused. "Well... hi. Jon is a pretty strange name for a girl, isn't it? Is it short for something?" The more he looked, the more he realized... she was perfect. He was dimly aware of drool on his lip, as he was too focused on his erection, harder than it had ever been. His gaze was moving frantically from her angelic face, to her perfect breasts, to that enormous ass that so drove him wild in other women.
"...your lover." He realized with a start that she had been talking, and blushed deeply. She giggled, making him smile. "It's okay, baby. I know you weren't listening. And I know... exactly... why." She punctuated the last three words with a kiss, each deeper than the last, and he finally decided to abandon his racing thoughts and just do what came naturally.
Jon was in Heaven as Matt's hand groped hungrily across his entire body, as if unable to believe he was real. But... something was wrong. Matt was staring at his ass the entire time. Are my boobs not good enough? He wondered, blushing, and gently pushed Matt away, rushing back into his room. Jon snatched the rock up and vaguely realized that his wish had been wrong in another way: He was Matt's perfect lover mentally, too! And I wouldn't want to be any other way, Jon smiled. "I wish I had, um..." What would be big enough? He didn't know anything about bra sizes. "Um... G-cup breasts."
A peculiar feeling washed over him as he felt his tits balloon outward, bra resizing and reshaping itself, becoming a bit more sturdy than sexy. He looked down at the new valley of cleavage, smiling, and ran back to Matt as quickly as he could, reveling in the feeling of his new jiggling mounds of flesh.
"I'm back, baby." He murmured in-between kisses, and he heard Matt close the door as he pushed Jon down onto the bed, lifting up his skirt and pulling his panties down. They were both lost in a world of ecstasy unlike anything either of them had ever felt, and after it was all over, Jon thought, What a great wish.
