“Jon!” Karyn snapped at him, and roughly shoved him away from her. Taken by surprise, he tried to turn and catch himself, but only awkwardly spun on his heel and fell back towards the bed. His large rear caught awkwardly on the edge, and he threw his chubby arms behind him, catching himself at the cost of thrusting his large chest forward.
“What!?” he snapped, more in confusion than anger. “What did I do?”
“That's a horrible thing to wish! Messing with our thoughts like that is already irresponsible enough, but to make your friend spill her sexual fantasies to you in real time as she has them? Do you know how messed up that is?” She glared down at him, furious.
“Uhh… I mean, I guess…”
“Did you even think before you made that wish? I should’ve known when I agreed to take part in this stupid gender bet that you’d twist it into something gross and stupid like this.” She took a step towards him, closing the short distance between them almost entirely, and held out her open hand.
“Hey, wait a minute!” Jon defended himself while he passed the stone to her from his position on the bed. “I’m not some creep! I’m playing the game! You literally just made a wish that’s going to have us harassed wherever we go.”
“Are you seriously defending this? God, it just makes me want to teach you a lesson. And I can’t even do it because I can only make a wish that affects both of us!”
“What kind of lesson?” Jon prompted, holding his breath.
“You think being a woman is just soooo easy, don’t you?” She huffed. “But finally, I have a chance to show you what it’s really like. What it’s like to be powerless next to someone else.”
“What it’s like to be… completely helpless?” Jon whimpered. Karyn leaned over, her enormous breasts meeting Jon’s own chest as their faces came to be just a few inches apart.
“That’s exactly right. I want you to know what it’s like when someone else is in charge. For what you just did? You’d be lucky if all I did was bend you over and give you the spanking you so clearly want from me.”
“Lucky?” Jon asked quietly, more turned on with anticipation than he’d ever been in his life.
“That’s right, you’d be lucky. Because you know what you really deserve? You want to be horny all the time? If I had my way, I’d make you a desperate mess, so sopping wet that you’d beg anyone who would listen for release.” She grunted and twisted away from him for a short moment as her clothes twisted and tightened, scolding her for her lewdness. Jon couldn’t tell if she was so caught up in her description that she just barely noticed, or if even the implacable clothing he’d wished upon them was cowed by her intensity.
“But you know what?” Her voice was low, practically a whisper.
“What?” Jon weakly asked.
“You’d never find that release. You’d sink lower and lower, get more and more desperate, debase yourself in new and exciting ways for my entertainment. But the need would only get worse. You think being horny is fun? You think it’s something you can handle soooo easily? I’d make you beg for relief that would never come, no matter how many times you tried.”
“Would… would everyone around me know?”
“Of course they would. What would be the point if it was a secret? Your flush face, your fat nipples, your moans and whimpers.” Her clothes shifted again, and she grunted in response, but continued her description through gritted teeth. “The way you’d subtly, subconsciously point that fat ass of yours at anyone nearby, the way every glance of yours would be drawn to a dick, the way needy innuendos would embarrassingly slip their way into your every sentence. Of course everyone would know, you’d be broadcasting it to the whole world.” She leaned a little further forward and roughly kissed Jon right on the lips, a long and passionate smooch that dropped the bottom from his stomach in shock. She pulled away from him.
“I’m going to crush you. I wish we had a whole audience, and then I could really show off how bad I’m going to beat you. In fact, I-” Jon smiled up at her words, the trap sprung.
In a blink, the bed under them was replaced by something cold and hard, and the room around them changed. A brief spurt of noise came to a sudden quiet as Karyn looked around awkwardly.
“Heh, just, uhh, tripped!” She nervously interjected a little too loudly, standing up straight. “My friend and I are… fine. We’re fine!”
Jon got to his feet a little more slowly, the table wobbling under him as he looked around at the coffee shop they’d appeared in. Karyn’s short explanation was enough to satisfy the small crowd, and already the majority were returning to their phones and laptops. A few stares noticeably lingered on their bodies before sliding away as Karyn dragged Jon to sit with her in the chairs of their small corner table.
“I’m a little surprised you’d waste your wish on something so simple, Karyn, but fair enough.” Jon shrugged with a shit-eating grin.
“You absolute brat.” Karyn hissed at him. “That doesn’t count!”
“Wow, Karyn, trying to take advantage? Trying to get more than one wish in?” Jon clutched at his pearls. “I thought we were taking turns!”
Her stony gaze didn’t blink once as she slowly, begrudgingly handed the stone over without a word.
