"Now what shall I do? I could teach you some manners, I mean first you threw the die at me and now you're just rude. On the other hand I could give you just one more chance to behave.
I could wish for clothes and go somewhere fun with you or go shopping with the girls. Decisions decisions."
I looked up at Jon terrified of what he will do. I really neeeded clothes though, because I could feel the cold air on my pussy which was exposed because of the gap between my legs my super-wide hips made.
"I know!" he said. "I don't feel like going shopping now, so I'll just give you your clothes. I wish that when we get out of the house Lizzie and Karyn will both wear sundresses and strap-sandals. And no bras." He winked at Karyn. "But I also need to punish you and make sure you try to mind your manners Liz." He looked at me and I shuddered. "As your punishment I wish that the next time I feed you you'll get pregnant. I also wish that from now on, every time I decide you are not minding your manners properly, an extra child will be added to your next pregnancy. That means that for your little misbehavior your next feeding will give you at least twins. I suggest you behave now if you don't want to end up with a belly bigger than the rest of you."
He laughed while I just watched with eyes wide open.
