Zoe came after Jon, her bounds longer and more powerful than she was used to. “Dude! Don’t just run away like that, what the hell is—”
Oh my.
She was stunning. An intimidating, curvaceous form every bit a tall and eerie as Zoe’s, but carrying more of an elegant softness, compared to Zoe’s harsh and regal features.
Her hair was long and curled, its ebony locks reaching as far as her rear, loosely decorated with fine ribbons and silvery ornaments. It framed an angelic visage, with its round, tender eyes and heart-shaped lips that eased to a natural pout. Like Zoe, she had pointed ears and ashy grey skin, but with just enough of a purplish hue to indicate a distinct liveliness.
She was wearing... robes, almost. Soft, white fabrics woven together with golden chains and ribbons, giving the vague illusion of modesty while hiding absolutely none of her delicate physique and jaw-dropping curves. Completing the ensemble was a pair of intricate sandals, their elaborate laces crawling high up her slender legs.
Also, very important, her ass was even bigger than Zoe’s.
“I didn’t know drows could be so... cute,” Zoe managed to say, her bewildered expression a stark contrast to how intimidating she was supposed to look.
“Sh-shut up!” Jon shot back, struggling to stand in the towering heels the sunlight threw him into. “This is all... really... Uh...”
His voice was beautiful. Musical, even, with a whispery, ASMR quality that dripped with every word. And try as he might, Jon couldn’t shake it off—the new body was adamant it sounded this way, each and every inflection betraying him as soon as they left his mouth.
“Uh-huh. You wanna explain why you ran back here? Or maybe...” Zoe gestured to the glowing red gem in Jon’s hand. “The hell that’s about?”
Jon gave an awkward nod, realizing secrets probably weren’t gonna help. “You remember when grandpa died, how I inherited a rock...?”
“Jon, you fuck.”
“I’m sorry.”
“A wish for something interesting? How? How!?”
“I’m sorry!”
“Look at us! We’re 7 feet tall! We have tits bigger than my fucking head!”
“Again, I’m sorry—”
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it, dude! Fuck!” Zoe took a sharp breath. “Did you see what happened to Mikey? What if we can’t undo it?!”
“I said I was sorry!” Jon winced at how, even now, his voice refused to sound like anything other than a sensual whisper. “I… This shouldn’t have been possible! Grandpa’s letter said there was a limit. That the stone couldn’t affect more than a few miles. Whatever happened with the sun…”
Zoe’s glare softened, if only barely. “At least you had the balls to come clean about it. That’s… Decent of you, I guess. Even if you caused the apocalypse.”
“It can be undone, probably! I just need to get the stone back together, work around my original wish, and...” He faltered. Zoe was giving him a look.
“Dude. You have no idea where the other pieces are. Hell, you don’t even know it’ll work—wait. Wait, wait, wait.” Zoe broke into a smile. “You’re shitting me. You have to be shitting me. My god, this is so fucking dumb.”
“What?”
“Your rock got turned into goddamn MacGuffins! Like in Lord of the Rings or Dragon Ball or whatever!” Zoe was all but cackling now. “You’re supposed to go out and find them.”
