“Which skill? Why all of them silly,” Karen giggled. “Oh don’t look so horrified, it’s your fantasy and I’m an active participant so by definition it will be fun for both of us. At least for some definition of fun … oh wait … according to your fantasy it's my definition that counts. Not to worry, I’m having fun already.”
Jon swallowed nervously and said, “WISH COMPLETE! Come on Karen, say it with me. Fantasies are best left in the privacy of ones own head, it’s not the same if it becomes real and known. Please, let’s end this,” Jon pleaded.
“I have to admit, so far this has been pretty much a dud as far as sexy fantasies go. Maybe you’re right. Okay try again. On the count of three … 1 … 2 … 3,” Karen said smirking.
Relieved, Jon said, “wish complete,” and immediately covered his own mouth in horror upon hearing his voice come out small, soft, high pitched, and girly.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry, I missed the count. What was it you said?” Karen asked grinning.
“Not funny,” Jon’s little girly voice tried to whisper.
“Your fantasy always included changes. I didn’t want you give up on your desires before we even gave it a fair shot. Let’s try this, I’ll just bump you arousal level up a bit to help you get in the mood, well perhaps more than a bit,” Karen chortled happily to herself.
Jon gasped with a high pitched wiiiieee as his penis went to full erection and began throbbing with desperate desire.
Karen grinned listening to Jon’s high pitched little girly cries of sexual passion. Under normal circumstances Jon would almost immediately shoot his load into his own underwear, but Karen commanded, “You can’t cum until I say you can.”
“Please Karen,” Jon squeaked shrilly.
“Oh sweetie, we’re still having fun. I believe you’re supposed to be naked in your fantasies.”
Jon found himself suddenly naked in front of Karen with a raging hard-on and a desperate need to grab it and pump himself into relief but he managed to barely stop himself from shamefully jacking-off in front of Karen.
“It’s okay Jon, I understand. You can masturbate in front of me but—”
Given tacit permission, Jon began frantically trying to jerk himself off, his high little voice eeeping and iiiieing incongruously with his otherwise very male body.
“Easy there tiger, you’re going to break it like that. Slow down and think BLOW JOB! A blow job will be wonderful. Feel your cock getting bigger, feel it becoming more wonderful,” Karen commanded grinning and watching.
Jon slowed down and slowly reveled in the feel of his cock getting bigger, and it was wonderful. Jon slowly pumped his growing cock and rose up onto his toes with pleasure and excitement.
Karen watched eagerly as Jon rose up onto his toes as she eased him into ever higher and higher heels. At the same time she dropped his standing height until he stood shorter than she did, despite the ridiculous platform stilettos she put him in. Despite shrinking Jon dramatically, she kept his erection the same size. To him it must feel like his cock has gotten bigger and more powerful when in fact he had gotten much smaller and weaker.
“Jon, your mind and arousal levels are back to normal now,” Karen commanded, keenly waiting for Jon to fully comprehend the moment.
