Pentalope picked up the stone in between bites of her giant meal. She thought about what she could do to Jon and she decided that he had gone a bit too far.
"Ok Jon. Here we go. You already look like a knocked up girl, so lets take it a bit farther. I wish that you will change to the following description. Your name is now Misty. While you are 16, you look much younger than your age. Your hair is now long, curly and brown but poorly dyed blonde. You have a jailbait look to your face which adds to the youthful look you have. You have a slim and delicate body with little muscle. The only thing not slim is your large boobs. They look far too big for someone with your small body, but its the pregnancy that is causing them to grow. While you are not ACTUALLY pregnant, you look like you are five months pregnant and have all the related symptoms and feelings. You dress far too sexy for your age, but unfortunately, you also dress like a young girl trying to look older, but instead just look like you found something that fit in your older sisters closet. You always wear heels because you like that they make you have a sexy walk. "
Jon was smiling as most of these things were pretty expected. He couldnt wait to fall into this role.
Pentalope continued after taking a wheezing breath. "Also, you are amazingly sensitive to sex. Your breasts and all other erotic zones are very very sensitive. You have had sex with dozens and dozens of boys from school and you remember them all. Because you are this little sex kitten, you have a hard time not having sex with any boy that asks you and alot of them ask you because of your poor reputation. Because of all this practice, you are very good at sex and will do almost anything sex related. You have a very flirty voice and mannerisms. Lastly, even though you look young, your style and mannerisms lean towards trashy rather then classy."
Jons shocked face showed his surprise as the wish kicked in. His body shrunk even further, to 5'2". He looked like he weighed 100lbs with his thin arms and legs. His face made him look like he was 13 but was heavily made up like he was trying to look older. His breasts jumped up two or three cup sizes. They looked like soccerballs on his small frame. While his stomach didnt change much, he could feel like there was a heavy moving weigh inside. All the liquid was moving around so much. His clothes faded and transformed into a skin tight spandex minidress. It was half black and half mesh. His breasts were stuffed up into huge cleavage with a bright red bra. The dress left his shoulders and arms bare and left most of his tummy visible through the nylon material. The bottom half was skin tight spandex and barely covered his crotch. If he bent over at all you would see that he wasn't wearing any underwear. The heels he was previously wearing shot up another two inches and a platform appeared on the front. They turned a bright tacky red.
As he looked at a his reflection in a nearby stores glass window, his head started hurting. As he sat there, his mind was filled with the very real memories of him have sex in any and all ways with many boys. He could vividly remember being taken in broom closets, under the bleachers, giving blowjobs to multiple guys at parties. His revulsion was noticeable in his new cute face, but something else Pentalope noticed was his rock hard nipples pushing out of his dress.
The new Misty came out of her trance and looked at Pentalope with fury. "What the fuck are you thinking you bitch! You think you can fuck wit me like dis". Misty stopped suddenly. She realized that she had not meant to say those words. She sounded like some sort of trailer trash. "I can't believe that you messed me up so bad Pen."
Just then a ringing came from Mistys purse. She opened it, having no problem handling her new two inch nails. She pulled out an older smartphone and saw that she had gotten a text. "I see you are at the mall. Meet me in the bathroom. - Brad". As soon as he saw the message, a NEED coursed through her body. "Be right back Pen", Misty said as she struggled up to her high heeled feet, her belly hanging in her see through dress. Pentalope was busy eating and didnt reply.
Misty quickly walked to the food court washroom, knowing that it was the one that this Brad had meant somehow. As he got to the mens washroom, he looked around and pushed on the door. With his small frame and big belly, he had a tough time getting it open. Once he got in, he saw that there was a boy he didnt recognize in the small washroom.
