"I wish that Jon could talk to me in my head, and that no matter what he could only tell me the truth whenever I ask him a question." Jon felt a tingling pass over him, and after that passed he was still being clughed between Sarah's hands high in the air.
"Now, Jon, can you hear me?"
Jon suddenly had this incredible urge to tell her 'yes', but when he tried to speak he found that he still couldn't make any sounds. But after a few seconds of fumbling around mentally, he finally got to where he thought out to her, 'Y-yyyyyeees?'
Sarah sobbed, quickly clutched Jon to her bosom again, saying a couple thank-yous.
After that passed, she turned him to look at her in the face again, "Jon, do you think you've learned your lesson?"
Jon wasn't exactly sure, 'Lllesson?'
Sarah was suddenly cross, angry that Jon hadn't even known there was a lesson! "Yes! Your lesson not to look at girls changing in their rooms! Or to try to trick her into going to bed with you!"
'I... think so?' Jon found that his communications were coming clumsily, slowly. 'What are you going to do now?'
"I'm going to wish you different. You're still going to be my teddy bear, but at least you won't have to sit here quietly in my room all day... Oh!" Sarah acted as if she had just thought of something, "Jon," she moved Jon so that his face was pointed directly at Sarah's breast, "meet Karyn."
Jon was flabbergasted for a second, and then just had to ask, 'In your boob?'
Jon's world twitched momentarily as Sarah squeezed him violently for just an instant, disorienting him. It was still a strange sensation to be smashed like that. It wasn't like when he was human and being crushed like that would have meant vast amounts of pain and a few injuries; now it was just like he was suddenly reshaped and he could feel the pressure against him where it was.
After that quick moment, he was again pointed to Sarah's face, "No, you idiot! Geeze, is breasts all you can think about? My clothes, my clothes! Dummy!"
'You made Karyn be your clothes?' Jon then remembered back when Sarah had said 'Karyn, change now' the night before, and how her clothes had suddenly changed to the pajamas they were now. It seemed like an eternity ago to him, who had been perfectly awake and aware but unable to even roll around and get comfortable. Heck, it seemed like he was never really comfortable, now that he couldn't move. But then, he also never seemed to be particularly uncomfortable... especially since he was now an inanimate object and thus had no need for comfort.
"Yep. I figured she got her boob-job first, so she would have more experience with big breasts, so I figured she could help me deal with mine! I'll tell you, she's really comfortable, so at least she's good for something." She snorted.
'Can she talk with you, too?'
"No. I don't particularly care to hear what she has to say. So long as she changes when I say 'Karyn, change now'," suddenly, Sarah was clad in nothing but a lacey white bra, a bra that was so lacey that Jon could see the round spot that was likely to be Sarah's aureola's through the almost-not-there laciness, "she's doing what she's supposed to. You can talk to her, if you like."
'No I can't. You only wished that I could talk to you, no one else.'
Sarah sighed, "Fine. I wish that Karyn and Jon could talk to each other with their minds."
