Walking out of the house, Jon saw Karyn and jogged to catch up with her. The blond hair and larger breasts still didn't really suit her.
"Hey, Karyn."
"Oh, hey, Jon."
A sudden rash impulse seized Jon. "Karyn, aren't you Leanne's girlfriend?"
"Well of course I am! I'm on my way to meet her right now. But you know not to let anyone know. Can't have your parents finding out, after all."
"No, of course not. But don't you think she'll be disappointed with your new look? Don't you know that she loved your gigantic breasts and floor-length red hair? Seeing you like this... she wouldn't like it." Reality shifted. Karyn's wish had been interpreted to give her hair and breasts like Sarah's, which were rather less impressive than her natural attributes, while Leanne gained a definite appreciation for such.
"You're right, she wouldn't. But that damn rock... I guess I'll have to tell her about it."
"No, you won't, because wasn't your wish actually to let you switch between your usual body and this one? It's got to be more comfortable sleeping in this one."
"You have no idea," said Karyn as her clothes, then her body, shifted to her usual form. Her hair was done up so it went only to her waist, while massive breasts the size of pumpkins stretched her shirt almost to its limits, showing a foot and a half of cleavage, and clearly hiding at least another six inches before the areolae. They showed little sag.
"Ahh, that's much better! Can't think of why I didn't switch before leaving home, though. At least nobody else was around, I wouldn't have wanted to explain that body to them."
The two walked a little further, Jon managing not to ogle his best friend.
"Okay, Jon, you know Leanne and I don't want anyone knowing where we meet up."
"All right, all right, but a few other things. Aren't you the best lover in the world--the perfect complement to the most beautiful person in the world? And isn't your hair rather short and plainly done up, and aren't your breasts still too small? And aren't you rather short and weak? Don't you remember that Leanne loves that she can stand under your breasts and that you can pick her up as if she weighs nothing, even though part of her beauty is her 6'6" height and her own well-muscled frame?"
Karyn grew even more with these last questions. She was by far the world's tallest and strongest person; a medical impossibility, some thought. Jon guessed--though he did not know--that Karyn's shirt showed at least four feet of cleavage, and there was easily seven feet between the bottom of them and the ground. As for her hair, her hairdo had become much more elaborate and the tips now brushed her ankles.
"OK, enough with the questions, Jon! And as for how good a lover I am, that's none of your business."
Jon watched briefly as Karyn walked off, then went another way.
