After much deliberation, Jon finally decided on what to do to Sarah.
"Sorry," he said, with feigned sorrow in his voice, "but wishes can't be reversed. But, I'll see what I can do to try and make things easier on you...." A small smile appeared on his lips, and a glint of retribution in his eyes. Sarah got glance of this, and was about to say something, before she felt a tingling in her chest. She looked down, and then looked up, and saw Jon whispering something into the rock.
"What did you wish for," Sarah pleaded to Jon, but she soon had her answer. She felt her chest expand even larger, growing slowly, straining her already pressured shirt till it split in two. After about thirty seconds her chest stopped expanding and she looked in horror at the insanely large....H-cup breasts that nearly filled her entire lower field of version.
"FUCKER!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She nearly began to break down into tears, but then she felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety wash over her. "What....the...." She felt her pussy get incredibly moist, and feelings of lust awash her.
"I'm helping you out," Jon said as he clutched the rock tightly. "But there's a price. See, you're in the middle of the best female orgasm you can experience, but you can't reach orgasm and climax until you have sex with me."
"FUCK YOU!" Sarah screamed, but she felt the anxiety grow even more within her. If it continued much longer, she'd go insane...
"You can try and fight it all you want, but you'll have to give in eventually." Jon just laughed and wished for all of his clothes to instantly vanish, exposing his equipment, which was at this point engorged with blood, to the naked air and to Sarah, who looked at it with longing in every fiber of her being. She was trying desperately to fight the feelings, keep her mind from clouding over, but it was a losing fight. The only way to help her was to get the rock. Desperately, she made a dive at it...
