So the first thing that happened was that Jon turned into a girl. It was very sexy. So sexy that normally most low-key erotica authors such as myself would write paragraphs and paragraphs about it with one hand while jerking off to it with the other, but let's face it, you've read plenty of those. Feel free to sub in your favorite paragraphs about breasts ballooning and butts broadening and penis-to-pussy pulling and puffening here, because Jon turning into a girl was in fact the least interesting thing that immediately followed.
Jon's clothes tore up and reformed into an insufferably feminine dress, as usual, but then that dress tore itself up again. Ropes appeared and tied him up, gagged him and hoisted him up to dangle off the roof of something, and a hood pulled over his head blinded him. His ears became pointy, the Wishing Stone embedded itself in Jon's cleavage like it was Gardevoir's pointy horn thingy, and strangely enough for a teenager, he smelled nice. Finally, the last part of the transformation happened on the other side of the fourth wall, as the author's choice of pronouns for poor Jon shifted like magic.
"Wahw auh fufgh," he she said in his her new soprano. It wasn't enunciated very well through her gag, but most within earshot picked up the emotional tone if not the correct pronouncement of "What the fuck".
"Ah HA! She is awake!" Cackled what would have been the voice of Sarah McMillan if it sounded more Evil™. "Remove the Blindfold, my minions!"
Sarah McMillan was, apparently, now the Evil Overlord Demon Queen Supervillain Empress in charge of an Army of Cyborg Cheerleaders, and one of said Cheerleader Robots was the one to take Jon's hood off. Evil Sarah reclined back on a jet-powered floating throne that even had cupholders, and Jon was in her Evil, Unsecret Lair. Her scantily clad but perfectly uniformed Cheerleader Bodyguard had tied Jon up in the Distressed-Damsel-Pinata knot and dangled her over a big Jacuzzi full of Hentai Tentacle Monsters, and apparently also tore up her dress to make her even more sexually vulnerable in that somehow-PG sort of way.
"Wahw auh fufgh," Jon repeated.
"At last! At long last, the Poorly Worded Wish Genie is MINE!" Evil Sarah cackled with glee. "Princess, Princess, Princess, for too long have you evaded me! The oft-misused Cosmic Powers of Ironic Calamity you wield can only rightfully belong to ME! As will you and your body, soon enough... Oh, don't look at me like that, Smile! A mechanized pom-pom would suit you well, if you would not surrender to me voluntarily. Not that you have any other option, do you, my Genie?~"
"...Wahw auh fufgh ow woo oggen awowd?"
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Ah thed, 'wahw auh fufgh ow woo oggen awowd?'"
Evil Sarah rolled her eyes. "Without the gag, please?" When Jon blinked, she clarified, "just bite down, stupid."
Jon bit. Sure enough, her teeth tore through the gag material easily, and after a bit she could just slurp it up from around her head like a long uncut spaghetto. Then she licked up a little drool, smacked her plump new lips, and asked, "You have gags people can just bite through?"
"Yeah, not gonna lie, biodegradable rice paper gags were not McMillan Evil Industry's best idea. Corporate's all like 'we gotta save the planet!'" Sarah said with a sneer, "but really, that shouldn't be important to our business model until after we've conquered it, you know?"
"...What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Right, I'm getting distracted. Mwahaha, etc., and then was that comeback you said before?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? I said, 'What the fuck are you talking about,' Sarah. Because I have NO fucking clue."
Evil Empress Sarah's smirk returned. "You do think you still have options. That's cute."
"No, Sarah, I meant-"
"You will NEVER escape!" Sarah interrupted. "You think all your Cosmic Powers make you untouchable, but you're all tied up! You can't squeeze those big tits of yours for any Wishes now, my Genie! And your pathetic friends can't save you either. Not when I'm done with you, Poorly Worded Wish Genie~..."
Sarah pushed a button next to her boba tea, and her Reclining Throne descended back down to the ground. She stood slowly, and sauntered up to the edge of the Tentacle Monster Jacuzzi slowly, hips swaying sensually inside her flowy regal dress. Android cheerleader minions took away her fur-trimmed cape, and she leaned in close.
"You know why?" She whispered as she leaned in close to Jon's face. Her dainty little hands came up to knead Jon's huge, sensitive titties, and the Stone in her cleavage began to glow in anticipation of a Wish.
"Because I wish you wouldn't even try to escape~."
A pulse between Jon's giant breasts. Suddenly, Jon was sitting on Sarah's surprisingly-comfy Jet-powered Throne, and Sarah was the one tied up over the Tentacle Monster Jacuzzi. The Stone had simply swapped their places.
"Huh. Well, that was... easy... I guess?" Jon mumbled while Sarah scowled at her from her Damsel Pinata Knot. "Wish I knew what the hell this was for, though."
And then suddenly a gang of intrepid, chivalrous, and most importantly, spandex-clad sexy superheroines burst through a big panoramic window in the room the narrator hasn't described until just now. (Still had a good view of the city despite the shards though!)
"STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!" Cried out a voice that would have been Karyn's if Karyn's voice sounded more Anti-Evil™.
"Oh, Karyn? You're here!"
"You bet I am! Me and the full force of the Fanservice League of Lake Point! (A Subsidiary of Justice Incorporated)." Karyn was indeed joined by 4 other promiscuously dressed paramilitary demihuman girls, but the rest of them had their masks on and made at least a token attempt to conceal their identities. Not that Jon remembered anyone in Lake Point being as... curvy as that. Karyn got Star-of-the-Show privileges though and had no mask, nor anything to conceal that she herself was much curvier than she had been earlier today. "Your Evil schemes end here and now, Vile Alpha Bitch!"
"... Schemes? Karyn, you've got the wrong idea, I'm not-"
"Don't play dumb, Empress! We know your Bitch Clique captured the Poorly Worded Wish Genie, and we're here to rescue her! Now turn over the Princess, or else!"
Jon looked down. The cleavage gem thing that the Stone had turned into was still nestled alluringly in the deep canyon between her big beautiful boobs, so as far she could tell, the genie was still her. Right?
There was a slurping sound, followed by the smacking of lips. Once Sarah finished eating her gag, she interjected "You're too late, Fanservice Flunkies! The Genie belongs to ME now, my kinky bondage situation notwithstanding! Did you really think I wasn't expecting you? Dumbass airheaded bimbos! BODYGUARD, PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"
And then Jon got to witness what Cheerleading as an Android's martial art looked like, at least in its opening stances. Base Cheerleaders stacked up over each other in defensive formations, and behind them Back Spotters pulled rifles out of their cleavage and took aim. Flyers took to the air (as in, literally deployed fairylike mechanical ornithopter wings and began to fly), and Tumblers rushed to the flanks with all the grace and speed of a Ballerina doing Parkour; between them, the Fanservice League was quickly surrounded in all 3 dimensions, and of course, they were hopelessly outnumbered.
If this at all intimidated the Fanservice League, they didn't show it. They had an over-the-top anime power-up sequence of their own to show off, after all. Each of them struck a pose worthy of JoJo's Bizarrest Stand Designs, and as one they chanted "GIRLYZORD, POWER UP!" This spell caused 4 of them to promptly disintegrate.
Karyn was the last one still intact, and she was growing huge. HUGE! Enormous! Collosal! The mass of the other 4 heroines added to her own; 2 of them seemed to be transforming into her boobs, and the other pair into her asscheeks and thighs. The latter's fluidized bodies wrapped her swelling legs in thicc, toned, bulletproof meat, and the titty two seemed to be absorbed through her nipples as if by reverse lactation as she grew bigger, bigger, bigger, and stronger than Jon dared to imagine. By the time Karyn's FTP-Voltron transformation was over, she was an over-9-foot-tall muscle mommy monster, with wild frizzy hair of many colors growing down to her knees, iridescent bloodthirsty eyes, and a build of such corded, rippling power that Jon almost cowered from her sheer presence.
She also had cat ears and a tail now, interestingly. Did that make her a catgirl? Jon only supposed so in the academic, taxonomic sense, because when she let loose a roar it was as guttural and viscerally profound as the proudest lion's or the mightiest tiger's.
"What, the, fuck," slipped out of Jon's dainty, squeaky little voice once again. "What the fuck!? When I said 'interesting', did it mean just, anything goes!? Anything at all!? This is absurd!" Jon looked down at the Wishing Protrusion in her chest once again, and, finally starting to kind of catch on to what was happening, squeezed the magnificent mammaries around it. The Wish died in her throat, though, or more specifically was shoved by the squealing little "Kyah!" that moaned it's way through instead; this was her first time feeling her sensitive new tits with her own hands, and it was overwhelming.
"Are we waiting for an invitation?" Sarah hissed. "Fucking KILL that pussy already!" Cyborg Cheerleaders threw Pom-Pom-Bombs and Rope Dart Ribbons, and as the room erupted in glitter and smoke and the sounds of gunfire and school spirits, Sarah continued to scream. "Someone cut me down from here!" she continued, squirming to try and kick away a tentacle tickling at her toes, "and Throne! THRONE, listen to me! Get the Princess out of here!"
The Jet-powered Recliner Jon was sitting on lurched into motion, flying Jon out of Sarah's penthouse through a sliding window that Karyn broke, and soon Jon was hovering over the city, flying away from the Chaos in the Unsecret Lair at Mach Fuck. Worst of all, the Chair was trying to restrain her! In fairness, the Seat Belt was probably a good idea, but the robotic limbs that were trying to grab her wrists and pull her hands away from her tits could NOT be tolerated. So, Jon wasn't thinking.
"I wish I didn't have to deal with this!" squealed the Poorly Worded Wish Genie.
And so, the Seat Belt came undone. A violent hiccup in the Jets overturned the Throne, and dumped Jon out of it and into thin air. Now she was falling, falling, falling, from skyscraper height down to Lake Point below. So great was the height that she had a good several seconds to comprehend the rapid approach of Earth, and realize that soon enough, a wet, crunchy splash on pavement just might end all things.
