"I wish Jon was home cleaning up this mess up instead of goofing off after school," his mom said, dropping the rock to the bed. She turned to leave the room and didn't even notice that she came inches from stepping on the just-materialized tiny, nude version of her son who, despite his scale, was suddenly intent on getting his room clean.
Luckily for Jon, the urge to clean his room wasn't so insurmountable that he couldn't apply some focus and, deciding to focus on his bed, he managed to -- with a great deal of difficulty -- make it to the stone.
"I wish my room was clean," he said and, magically, it was, letting him breath a sigh of relief to have the mental command vanish from his brain.
"I wish I was 5 foot 10 again," he said, instantly expanding on the bed.
"I wish Karen was here," he said.
With a flash, there was Karen, still small with disproportionately huge breasts, face down on his bed. Jon couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh thank god," said Karen, trying to wiggle around to look at Jon but finding herself weighed down by her own chest, "Can I get a little help here? Can you wish me back to the right size?"
"I've got a better idea," said Jon with a smile.
