"Alright," Jon replied in a monotonic voice. Karyn plopped down on the bed next to Jon.
"Have you finished the math homework due on Monday?" Karyn asked.
"Nah, I haven't even looked at it yet." That was typical for Karyn, always getting homework done early. On the other hand, Jon procrastinated until the very last minute to do homework. He had a solid grade in the class, so he wasn't really worried about it.
Jon's eyes had been slowly glancing around the room. He turned to look at Karyn, whose eyes were looking straight back at his. She had a slight smirk on her face, trying to figure out what was on Jon's mind that had him so uninterested in this conversation.
"I think we should try out the stone again," Karyn finally said after a pause. Jon's heart sank at that. He didn't want Karyn to know that the stone was lost. He forgot that Karyn would probably want to unwish her new endowments and blonde hair.
"Are you sure Karyn? Our first experiments with the stone didn't go so well," Jon said, eyeing Karyn's more prominent chest.
"Are you sure about that Jon? You seem quite happy with the wishes." Jon's cheeks flushed a bright red at that comment, even though it was true. He wasn't going to tell Karyn that though.
"They do hurt my back like a bitch, though. Luckily my bras all changed size to fit them," she added while looking down and cupping them in her hands. She looked up back at Jon. "They do have advantages though."
"Like what?" Jon asked, curious to see where this question led.
Karyn leaned forward and kissed Jon on the lips. This startled Jon. Sure, he and Karyn had kissed before, but not like this. Karyn started slow, massaging Jon's lips with her own, but became more aggressive and started pushing her tongue into his mouth. Jon was enjoying the moment like a teenage male should; only he wasn't a male. He was more nervous of what Karyn may find missing down below.
Karyn quickly took charge and slowly pushed Jon back onto the bed while still kissing. She fumbled with her sweater and lifted it over her head and tossed it on the floor behind her. They stopped kissing so Karyn could let Jon gawk over her new breasts contained in a white lacy bra. They were a sight to behold to Jon, the first pair he had ever seen close up. A familiar sensation tingled in Jon's pants. Heat began to radiate and moisture started to accumulate from beneath his panties. He had messed around with dildos before as a means to 'getting off', so he was accustomed to the feelings that wanted him to be 'filled.'
"You like what you see so far?" said Karyn, which seemed redundant as Jon silently nodded. Karyn slowly reached back, fiddled with the bra hooks, and let the bra drop onto Jon's stomach below her. Perfect was the only word to describe such boobs. Then again, wish-induced boobs should be perfect, right? They were large and perfectly round topped with the erect nipples of Karyn's excitement. Karyn giggled, for Jon surely looked like a deer lost in the headlights or a man knocked senseless staring into space. Unexpectedly, Jon felt liquid between to leak from between his legs, but more than during normal arousal.
"Shit shit shit," Jon sat up fast, nearly knocking Karyn off the bed. He reached for his crotch as a way to stop the flow, but restricted himself in the presence of Karyn, who saw what was happening and stood up.
"Hahaha Jon, did you lose your load already?" Karyn commented playfully, though slightly disappointed.
Jon however, was not laughing. He got up off the bed and walked fast out of the bedroom to his mother's bathroom, where she would hopefully have some tampons. Meanwhile, Karyn quickly fumbled to get her clothes back on after Jon's haste to leave the bedroom left the door wide open.
In the bathroom, Jon was panicking. He was successfully in finding a tampon, but his clothes had blood stains in the crotch. He looked into the hamper for some of his mom's panties, found a purple brief, and slipped it over his legs. He didn't like having to resort to this solution, but it wasn't the first time he had to wear his mom's panties. There was no alternative to his blood-stained sweat pants though. 'Karyn is surely going to say something if I put on any of my mother's pants,' he though. Either way, he would have to give Karyn some kind of explanation, most likely the truth. In defeat, he slipped on his stained sweat pants over the panties, and opened the bathroom door. The slow walk to his bedroom was dreadful. He contemplated what Karyn would say, how she'd react. Would she still like him or think he was a freak?
"Jon, is everything ok? Is that blood on your pants?" Karyn said, noticing the obvious dark spot in between Jon's legs.
"Karyn," Jon said, his voice quivering. "I have something to tell you."
