Jon reached for the stone on the floor, but at the last second, a pull from his sweater moved his arm slightly, and his fingers knocked it away.
“Geez, when did you get so clumsy?” Karyn teased.
“It’s not me! It’s these clothes. I think they want me to be a fat, uncoordinated mil- OW!” He felt a pinch on his breast at the same time as the skirt slapped his ass, sending him wobbling head over heels. He fell to the ground, looking up at Karyn, who was doing her best not to laugh.
“You sure you’re up for this competition? I really don’t see how you stand a chance.”
“Yes!” Jon pouted, his face turning red as he climbed to his feet, clutching the stone. “We only just started, you don’t know if you’re going to win...”
“I already have the advantage of being a woman, which I think will give me a big leg up in this competition. You’d have to be pretty lucky to beat me, and with the different bodies that were given to us, you can see how that’s turning out. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the stone was playing favorites.” She leaned forward, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d wished she couldn’t possibly know this was all a big horny game for him, he would have guessed she was peering right into his soul. “Or maybe the stone thinks you secretly want to lose.”
“No way!” Jon objected, his voice a pathetic squeak.
“Oh relax, Jon. I’m joking.” She circled behind Jon before he could turn around, and she roughly scooped up his enormous breasts in her hands. Her own pair slid perfectly over his shoulders, the weight of them nearly enough to pull him to the ground. He realized that if her own pair of breasts were much bigger, he could be smothered between them. And that was with her behind him! “I can’t believe you actually thought I was serious. For someone who looks like a librarian, you’re not very smart.”
“Karyn, what are you doing? Oh!” Jon gasped as she ran her fingers over his large nipples, giving them the gentlest caress through his thick sweater and bra.
“Honestly? I don’t really know. I just realized my boyfriend wished himself a massive pair of hooters and this might be a rare opportunity to really appreciate them.” She ran her hands into the warm crevice between his small pudgy stomach and his massive milkers above, rubbing strongly into what was a new, strangely sensitive area for Jon. It felt wonderful, and he groaned despite himself. She wasn’t just pulling ahead in the bet, she was really starting to completely command the situation physically, in a way that left Jon acutely aware of just how much power she had over him. If she didn’t stop this in the next… five minutes, he’d really have to let her have it!
“Oh, do you think this is because my last wish affected us, too?” Karyn mused. “I’m a person around you, and this definitely counts as giving you attention, doesn’t it?”
This was too much. If he was going to lose, it couldn’t be in a blowout like this. That would take all the fun out of it!
“I wish…hnng…” He bit his lip as Karyn continued to work his sensitive breasts. Whatever he wished for had to affect both of them. It couldn’t be something simple like making them both hornier, that would just double his disadvantage. He could wish that if one of them was horny, the other would grow hornier to match. But that would just put them on the same level playing field. No, Karyn was planning on leveraging her experience as a woman, so he would have to saddle her with the problems of a man.
“I wish we both had routine, distracting, and sexual intrusive thoughts that we couldn’t help but get worked up from…” So close, but not quite. He wanted to get to know what Karyn was into, what it was that she was clearly enjoying about this experience. “... and that we couldn’t help but share them with each other.”
