Karyn's thoughts were pretty hard to miss.
"Oh Jon, you were right! I'm more aroused than ever and I haven't done anything but think about you coming over here right now."
"Sorry Karyn, but I'm more interested in cleaning up breakfast at the moment. I don't think I arouse as readily in this form."
"No problem!" Grasping the Stone, Karyn said in her now impressively deep voice, "I wish that the dishes were cleaned and put away."
"Agreed", Jon said (since this wasn't a body adjustment it required approval), and the table was cleared. "But that's not exactly what I meant. I'm not in the mood."
"That's OK, I'm not in a hurry."
As Jon stood up, Karyn said "Wait! You need to be a little taller".
"I thought you liked the idea of "pick-up-and screw-on", Jon said as (s)he slowly pirouetted for Karyn.
"The two are not mutually exclusive. I wish that Jon's tennis shoes were red 4 inch spiked heel open toed pumps with ankle straps but no buckles."
Jon felt himself rise up onto his toes to a commanding height of nearly 5'5". Turning around once again but with a little wobble in the ankle, Jon was becoming involved in this game.
"Oh much more interesting, but heels are to accent legs. I wish that Jon was wearing tight neon pink satin short shorts and a stressed deep neckline white tank top, no bra."
Jon shivered momentarily in the sudden cool of exposed legs and arms. His nipples pressed rigidly outward against the thin tank top. Jon stepped forward to once again twirl for effect but was thrown off by the bounce and sway of his ample and now unconstrained breasts.
Recovering his aplomb, Jon slowly walked toward Karyn. Every shortened step a sensuous stride accompanied by a wondrous bounce-jiggle.
