"I learned my lesson, Jon!" Sarah pleaded. "Please! I really did!"
Jon glared at her and clutched the tiny stone.
"I don't know," he said.
"Is there anything you can do," Sarah begged as she clutched her breasts. "About these?"
Her wishes had made them far bigger than she had wanted and now floated on her chest like gravity-less watermelons.
"Yeah, okay," said Jon. "Let's start there. Have A-cup breasts."
Shock crossed Sarah's face as her breasts shrank away to almost nothing.
"That's not fair, Jon!" she cried. "This isn't how they were before!"
"You think it is fair, Sarah. You like having really small breasts," Jon said, knowing that Sarah would have to obey him.
Suddenly, Sarah's expression changed from distress to happiness. "Of course I do," she said, touching her A-cup breasts. "I like being flat-chested."
Hmm, what else should I do to her? Jon thought to himself. He could change Sarah any way he wanted and make her like it. Of course, everyone at school would be making fun of her, but it's supposed to be punishment, right?
Jon thought about what other changes he wanted to make, then said "Sarah, have ..."
