And just like that, David’s dick was completely gone, and the table was no longer underneath him. He crashed forward onto his tits, his ass sticking straight up in the air. He looked up to see his mom looking down at him, shock on her face as she looked down at her former son. Standing next to her was Karyn, who looked down at the nude Jon with the same laughing smile he was getting used to seeing on her. He was on the floor in the kitchen of his now-sister’s house.
“Karyn, please, I’m begging you, you need to make my milk tanks even bigger! I want a pair so enormous that I can’t drain them without industrial farm equipment! I want people wondering why I don’t have four teats on each of them! And my ass needs to be huge! I want to be so big that I can’t fit through doors! I want hips so big that I have to move around on all fours!”
“Don’t worry, Princess, I’m sure that if you have some patience, you’ll get there soon.” She looked over Jon’s food-covered titties. “Especially with all the fun you’re apparently having with David.”
“Jon, I just...” His mom struggled to find the words. “You really wanted to be my fat, ditzy, sex toy of a sister?”
“Uh… Yeah!” He chirped. He wanted to soften it, to justify himself in some way, but of course he could only say the first thing on his mind. Karyn’s wish had come true, of course, and now he was hornier than ever. He struggled to his feet while they talked over his moaning that had picked up on coming out of him right where it had left off.
“So you see what we’re dealing with here," Karyn gestured at him. "This is going to be a tough fix, especially since you can see how much he loves what he’s done to himself.”
“You say you can’t just wish him back to normal? Or at least something less of his sex cow fantasy?”
Jon’s face reddened. He couldn’t believe he’s ended up here, justifying his perversions to his own mother. What was even worse was that they weren’t even his perversions anymore!
“No, like I said, any time you try, it gets changed around,” Karyn explained. “Watch, I’ll try giving you the ability to control his ass size, so you can shrink it back down. I wish Jon had a huge pair of cocksuckers on his face.” Jon moaned as his lips swelled. They grew until they were just barely in his line of sight. They popped open slightly, and he had to apply a tiny bit of muscle to force them to close completely. “Thank you for using my body as an example, it works perfect because I’m the one stuck with every single change you make.” Jon moaned in annoyance, but he felt like he was getting a little better about going on too long.Talking was strange now, his lips more getting in the way than helping him to actually make words. At least he could still be understood clearly.
“I think it helps complete your look,” Karyn laughed. “I think you just need one more thing. I wish you had a full face of makeup.” Jon could feel it appearing on his face, and his lips turned a bright, glaring shade of pink. “Wow, the stone really nailed the slutty look.” Jon, back on his feet, was suddenly fully aware of how full his chest was. The unsatisfying sex had been a powerful distraction, but the pain was growing, and now it couldn’t be ignored.
“Can I milk myself while I clean up in the sink?” He asked in resignation.
“I don’t know, Jon, can you?” His mom teased in return.
“I’m only asking because of a wish. David made me need permission from someone to drain these things, or else they just get fuller even while they leak.” Even his mom couldn’t help but snicker at that.
“Yeah, they look pretty uncomfortable. But I’m learning that’s how you like it, apparently.”
He moved to the sink and began washing the remnants of food and milk off his still-naked body. The tightness, that aching fullness, was still increasing, and he couldn’t focus on anything else. “You have to say it’s okay. Come on, Mom.”
“It’s just so weird to have my sister calling me ‘mom’.” She shook her head. “Have you really gone down the rabbit hole of online pornography so deep that the only way you can get off anymore is with stuff like this? I have half a mind to just leave you as you are. And where’s Sue at? Is she in your body?”
“You didn’t have a sister before today, Mom. The other Jon is a duplicate of me, and I altered reality so I’m your new sister. Now please, can I empty these things?”
“Alright, fine. You can empty those melons, as long as you don’t spill a drop outside the sink.”
Jon nodded, and immediately felt some small relief as his leaking breasts began to actually drain. What would he do if he accidentally got himself going while he was at home alone? He might end up having to wait hours for David to come home and let him drain himself. Oh, no, and what if he was on a business trip…
“Jon, shut up about your tits for 5 seconds so we can figure this out,” Karyn reprimanded him. She looked to his Mom. “Do you have any ideas? If we try to help him directly, we end up making things worse, which just encourages him.” She set the stone down on the table and slid it toward his mother. “Even a long shot is probably worth a try at this point. Want to try fixing the fatty?”
“Karyn, don’t just give the stone out to whoever wants a turn,” Jon protested. The food had been removed, and now it was just a matter of draining himself. He hated this. Why had he given away the body of a capable young man just to be forced into a form like this?
“Oh, quit whining,” his mom chided him. “You’re lucky we’re not just letting David run wild with you.” She grabbed the stone off the table, holding it gingerly in her hands. “Oh wow, that’s… I wish your butt stuck out even more.”
Jon’s already prodigious ass somehow grew even larger. Earlier today, it would have been the first thing anyone would have noticed about him. Then, Karyn had wished his nipples into freakshow territory, and that was the thing that would draw eyes anywhere he went. But now it was like his behind was clamoring for attention as it grew out further and further… and further. Jon groaned as he continued his milking efforts at the sink, feeling the growing weight behind him. He surely looked absurd.
“Thanks for making it absolutely impossible for me to ever be thought of as anything except a waddling ass, Mom.”
“I’m sorry! It’s a hard urge to resist, especially with you distracting me. I wish every part of you was annoyingly jiggly. Sorry!”
“Mom, come on!” Jon squirmed as everything from his wide thighs to his fat new lips began very gently rocking, his small imperceptible movements still strong enough to keep each part going and going. “It’s great that you made it even harder for a slut like me to avoid attention. I really do want to be constantly ogled by everyone, since I’m only good for one thing.” The change took him by surprise, and the counterweight of his new ass quaking ever so slightly as he stood at the sink threw him a tiny bit off balance, and one of his breasts bumped against the faucet. He pulled it away from the cold metal, leaving a few drops of milk behind. Immediately, the sense of relief ended, and was the pressure actually increasing again? He let go of his nipples like they were two hot irons. Damn, he hadn’t even been halfway done.
“Can I keep milking myself, Mom?” He turned back to her sheepishly. “I got a drop on the faucet, and I guess that’s ‘outside the sink.’”
“Good heavens, Jon, can’t you talk about anything else? I wish you had a slow metabolism, zero willpower, and an insatiable sweet tooth. Look what you made me do!”
“Mom, now I’m going to-”
“Alright, shut up Jon," Karyn cut him off. "We’re sick of hearing about how much you love being a big fat useless milf.” She turned to Jon’s mom. “See? It’s tough.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” His mom leaned against the table and closed her eyes to focus. “But wait, what if…” They snapped open again in realization. “Wait, I think I got it! We can’t wish for anything directly helpful because it’ll get turned into something Jon apparently enjoys, right?”
“I actually wished that I wouldn’t-”
“That’s right,” Karyn interrupted him.
“Alright, Jon. Sorry I have to bring this fatty fantasy of yours to an end, but here it goes: I wish that anyone using this stone would repeatedly make accidental wishes to make things worse for Jon.” She blinked. “Oh, uhh… I guess that didn’t work.”
“Come on, Mom!” Jon shouted to her across his newly fattened lips, his naked jiggling body making him look comically indignant. “Now whoever has the stone can’t help but make things worse for me in all the ways I want and deserve!”
“Oh relax, Chubby Cheeks. We can just put it down and not use it. This would only be a problem if I said something like ‘I wish Karyn also had a stone exactly like this one.’” Karyn’s eyes went wide as another identical copy of the rock appeared in her hand.
“Okay," his mom spoke thoughtlessly "well, at least I didn’t say something like ‘I wish Jon had an embarrassing tattoo.’”
As she finished, ‘Please spank me, I’ve been a bad girl’ appeared in large, flowery letters on Jon’s right butt cheek.
“Oh no! Did you even hear yourself over the sound of his clapping ass cheeks?” Karyn cried out. “You just said ’I wish Jon had an embarrassing tattoo!’”
Before she even finished the wish, ‘I consent, just stuff it in’ and a downward pointing arrow spread across his lower back.
“Oh, geez!” His mom countered. “You just said ‘I wish Jon had an embarrassing tattoo!’”
Across his chest was scrawled ‘For your pleasure, not mine’ with an arrow pointing to each of his impossible-to-miss nipples.
“Please!” Jon shrieked, the anger he wanted to convey turning into begging in his throat. Karyn and his mother both turned to look at him, silencing whatever accidental wish was coming next.
“I need you both to know that-”
In unison, the two cut him off, speaking over each other.
“I wish you had a fat dildo stuck between your lips to keep you from interrupting us,” his Mom snapped.
“I wish you had a fat dildo stuck in your pussy that distracted you from interrupting us,” Karyn snapped.
He felt the bizarre sensation of having his unfamiliar sex suddenly stretched out by silicone. He would have yelped in surprise, but any noise he would have made couldn’t get past the identical pink plastic penis that materialized in his mouth. Only his eyes showed his shock as he reached to pull it out, and couldn’t. He wasn’t sure what invisible force was keeping it in place, but despite his rapid tugging it wouldn’t budge an inch from its position down his throat, pushing his fat upper lip so far into his view that it actually blocked a small bit of his vision.
Karyn and his mom looked to each other in shock, the weight of what they’d done hitting them all at once. They looked back to Jon, and once again in unison, both broke down into a fit of uncontrollable mocking laughter.
