Jon and Linda both looked at each other in confusion.
“Wait. That actually worked?” Jon asked.
“I guess?” said Linda. “Normally my mouth clamps down when I make wishes like…”
A flash of light, the sound of Jon and Linda yelping in surprise, and the sight of an unfamiliar figure in Karyn’s place.
Both started.
King Garen-or-Karyn-or-Whatever’s new body still had a good seven inches on Jon’s dainty physique. Similarly goddess-shaped as both him and his mom, with enormous, perky breasts and the sorta of hips that got hypnotists unemployed—but toned and athletic, in the way Karyn has always been. Her face was also her own, almost. If she was twenty years older and had tight, sculpted features, striking, lustrous eyes, and wide, kissable lips.
Her accoutrement was flattering in every way it needed to be.
Fluffy, crimson hair bound perfectly into an over-the-shoulder braid. A white, button-down blouse, regal and tomboyish and doing masterful work keeping her melon-sized breasts in line. Flowy, high waist pants; royal blue in color and just transparent enough to give the rare glimpse of the nicest legs you’ve ever seen. Pointedly, she still had a wedding ring to match Linda’s, though the hand wearing it was smooth and ladylike, compared to the large mannish thing from only moments ago.
Karyn still had her fingers intertwined with Linda’s.
“What,” said Jon.
“I don’t know,” said Linda. “I wished for Karyn not to be King Consort. The stone—”
“Made her Queen Consort instead,” Jon groaned. “Mom. What the fuck.”
“Sweetie? Dearest?” Karyn interjected. Her voice was rich, sweet, and lightly accented with an English cadence. The kind of voice you could just fall asleep listening too. “What on earth are you on about?”
Jon slowed. Seeing Karyn like this, similar to her herself, but so… Extra. Older. Beautiful. It left him all kinds of flustered and ashamed. On one hand, the girl Jon may or may not have had a crush on his whole life looked so fucking pretty and hot and impossible and oh-my-god, and on the other, she was his Mom now.
Once again, everything was spiraling out of control because of this stupid goddamn magic stone. But it was Jon’s own fault this time, admittedly. He pushed his mom to make the wish.
“N-nothing, darling,” Linda stammered out. Jon fumed at the way Linda gaped at Karyn. He fumed at how his mother so evidently couldn’t bring herself to let go of Karyn’s hand. But he absolutely seethed at how his own body kept him from lunging forward and taking the stone for himself. “You… Wait, what do you think we’re talking about?”
Karyn pursed her lips. “I haven’t the faintest. Something about wishes and someone being turned into a king consort?” Her eyes darted to Linda’s palm. “What are you holding?”
A second realization. Karyn didn’t notice being changed into a woman, but this seemed to wipe away the last wish—‘that the king wouldn’t realize what we’re talking about.’ Karyn wasn’t king anymore.
Jon glanced at Linda. She glanced back, offering a similar look of awareness. Good. All she had to do was repeat the same wish as before.
Problem was, Linda was frantic, horny, and off-guard.
“I wish for a distraction!”
Flash.
Once again, Linda found herself in her royal quarters.
Once again, she was squeezed into an itty-bitty number built to show off as much of her form as possible.
Newly, she was sharing her massive bed with the most breathtaking woman she’d ever seen, similarly dressed to Linda and staring down at herself in confusion. The distracting, distracting thoughts in Linda’s head didn’t seem to mind. As far as they cared, this version of Karyn was every bit as appealing and attractive as the man from last night.
Fuck, Linda really was bisexual now, wasn’t she?
“Without incantation…?” Karyn said. Her voice sent tingles down Linda’s spine, though her tone was even, focused. “Lucinda. I’m no spellcaster, but what sorcery have you been playing with?"
Distract.
Karyn gasped—a sharp, gorgeous sound—as Linda’s hand drifted on impulse, nails dragging lazily along her thigh. With dancer-like grace, she twisted forward and nestled Karyn along the mattress, soft womanly body pressed under Linda’s own. Then, barely aware of herself, she met Karyn’s lips with a kiss, gentle and moist and warm and breathy. Questions fell to the wayside as Karyn responded just as passionately, arms wrapping around Linda’s waist and legs brushing together. She gave a saddened squeak when Linda finally managed to pull away.
“I can explain,” Linda breathed out. “I—”
Distract. Distract. Distract.
Linda’s head dropped back down, plump lips finding their way to Karyn’s breast. Lips drifted tenderly along her skin, before settling around a dusky bronze peak. Karyn’s nipples stiffened, her back arching, toes curling.
“Ohhh, Lucinda… Always so eager,” she moaned, hand reaching for Linda’s hair. The grip was possessive, familiar, like she knew exactly how Linda liked to be held.
And, oh, god, Linda did like it.
Mouth moved instinctively, lips parting as her tongue traced slow, teasing circles over the area. Linda shouldn’t have known how to do this, especially with another woman. It was too effortless. Masterful. But her previous wish—Distract. Distract. Distract—echoed through her, guiding her actions like a puppet on strings.
