Chick for a Dick: Locker Room

Jon stepped into the locker room, his duffle bag of exercise clothes in hand. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, phys-ed was in a classroom. The class learned about nutrition, the dangers of drugs, sex-ed and the like. The other three days, however, were spent doing physical activities of some sort. Normally, Jon hated the days in the gym. But lately, he'd been enjoying it a lot more. There was something about having a whole bunch of sweaty girls in tight clothing showing him attention that really improved his opinion of the class.

Jon open his locker and unzipped his bag. Even his workout clothes were now name-brand athletic apparel due to his previous wish. Jon pulled out the clothes and began to undress. As he unfastened his belt, he felt squirming in his crotch. With one swift motion, he pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing Karyn. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, her support falling away. Jon looked down at the miniature girl that was now his penis hanging between his legs. In the past, Jon was too shy to leave himself exposed for any longer than needed. Now, Jon felt like he owed Karyn a brief respite from being trapped in his pants all day.

For Karyn, however, this was all business as usual. Some days Jon would change in such a rush that she wouldn't even have time to wake up before she was returned to the comfortable embrace of Jon's underwear. Other times, she had enough time to stretch and break up the monotony of time spent in Jon's pants with a tour of the locker room. Not that it was much to look at. It was harshly lit, it smelled like the inside of Jon's pants when he didn't shower, and worst of all it was a total sausagefest. Karyn would have to suggest to Jon that he wish for the locker room to be coed.

In the meantime, Karyn looked about the room, grateful to be able to stretch out a little but disinterested with the scenery. She did take more than a little pride in being the biggest dick in the locker room, and she knew Jon was pleased with her too. For now, Karyn waited patiently. When Jon had her out for this long, he typically was going to use her for one of two things, and since there was no one here to fuck...

Jon looked down at Karyn and realized he had better go to the bathroom while he had the chance. As he started walking to the urinal, Karyn smirked to herself. I know him better than he knows himself, she mused. As Jon lined her up, Karyn opened her mouth and waited. Jon released his bladder, and Karyn felt the rush as his urine entered into her hilt, passed through her core and up her throat before erupting out of her mouth. That moment was always a little scary for Karyn because if she wasn't lined up just right, she would end up making a mess. This time, though, was a perfect execution. Karyn took a moment to once again be proud of what a great penis she was.

As Jon continued to piss, he carefully reached down and pulled Karyn's long blonde hair back, keeping it away from the stream. Jon was so good to her. Karyn began to consider just how good he treated her, recollecting the past weekend. The times with Lisa, the ride with Emma, but the best had been the orgy during the party. So many girls, all of those pussies...

"What are you thinking about?" Jon asked above her. Karyn realized she had started to make herself hard. She cursed herself. That was no way for a good penis to act when it was supposed to be taking a leak. "Sorry, Jon," she apologized after the streamed died away. "I started thinking about this past weekend," she answered, spitting out the last traces of urine from her mouth. Jon gripped her firmly and gave a long, slow pump along her length which elicited a throaty moan from her. "Want to have some more fun after school?" he asked.

"Oh, yessss," she hissed, lost in the pleasure of his hand. "Ok, we just need to get through a few more hours," he said as he returned to the locker. Jon quickly stepped into a fresh pair of underwear and as he pulled them up over Karyn, she muttered "Cock tease" with a smile. Soon, Karyn was enveloped in the warm darkness of Jon's pants. She felt him adjust her through the material until she was in a position that he found comfortable. Karyn, for her own part, rotated and turned her body until she was at her most comfortable as well. She nuzzled up to the material of the underwear and savored the mild taste of precum in her mouth.

Business as usual, she thought. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Chick for a Dick: Lunch

Jon stood in line to pay for his lunch, watching another girl walk away without realizing she had talked to him. Or realizing she didn't usually walk around naked. Since Jon had entered the cafeteria, one girl right after the other had walked up to him and announced that she had been changed.

The first girl explained that her boyfriend had been going down on her and complaining due to her not shaving that day. The boyfriend had offhandedly wished she was bald, and now she was. From head to toe. Her head, eyebrows, everything was now bald.

Ironically, a second girl had approached Jon and told him her boyfriend had a similar complaint and has wished she would "trim her bush." Her pubic hair was now no longer hair at all, but instead the green needles of a coniferous bush. She did, however, have it neatly trimmed as her boyfriend had desired.

The next girl's boyfriend had wished she had bigger melons. Instead of breasts, she now had a pair of large honeydew melons hanging from her chest.

Another girl told Jon about how she was self conscious about her underdeveloped breasts when her girlfriend wished that she would "bloom." The girl explained her breasts were bigger, now C-cups, but her nipples had been replaced with the heads of blooming sunflowers. She didn't seem to mind, however, as she told him about how good it felt when bees would gather pollen from them.

The girls had continued to come up to him and Jon had heard their stories. He was glad to hear most enjoyed their changes, or were at the very least indifferent to them. Jon watched as another girl stood up in the same trance-like state he had seen today and began to walk towards him. As she approached, Jon realized something.

So many girls, he thought. Zoe's a player!

===

Lunch over the past week had been a new experience for Jon. Before the stone, Jon and Karyn had a usual table they would sit at together, tucked out of the way and rarely bothered by Sarah or anyone else. Since his change, however, it had been very different. Now, he was one of the most popular kids in school. Everyone asked him to join them as he walked by, and wherever he did sit there were sure to be several hot girls who would end up joining the table. The only other person who got so much attention was Zoe.

As Jon walked past the rows of tables, his attention was drawn to a blob of bright red out of the corner of his eye. Looking closer, he saw that it was a girl sitting at a table with her back to him. Her hair was a brilliantly vivid red, but that wasn't all. It looked hard and glossy. As he approached, he saw it was actually long strands of red licorice candy cascading down her back, looking like a bizarre wig. Jon circled around the table to get a better view of the girl. The sight that met Jon was one of the most unusual transformations he'd seen yet.

Her licorice hair was only the beginning of her change. Her entire body looked like it was made out of soft, moist white cake baked to a golden brown. Her eyes looked to be small green lollipops, with the eyebrows above them being made out of thin lines of multicolored sprinkles. Her lips seemed to be molded out of taffy, and the white teeth behind them were made out of rows of breath mints. Her fingernails drew his attention next. Each one had the trademark swirl of a peppermint candy. The girl seated next to the her noticed Jon hovering near their table and enthusiastically tapper her friend on the arm. The altered girl turned and looked up at him, her glossy eyes going wide.

"Oh! Hi, Jon," she said, twirling a length of licorice hair around her right index finger. He stared into her altered eyes, unsure if his ability would even work. "Honestly, what's your name?"

"Candice," she responded immediately. Jon, let out a sigh of relief. "What wish made you like this?" Candice released her "hair" and looked down at her transformed body. "I had just wrapped up having an orgy with Zoe and a few others when someone at the party wished they could eat me out. Now, I'm completely edible."

Jon's jaw dropped. "PEOPLE EAT YOU?!" he shrieked. "Doesn't that hurt?! Wouldn't it kill you?!" Candice smiled and calmly shook her head. "Nope," she said casually. "My body is made for it now. I don't feel any pain from it. Some parts are actually very pleasurable while they're being eaten. Once a body part is eaten, though, it's numb until it grows back. And it does grow back, but it takes about a day or so. But there is a way around it. I can modify my body by adding parts to it. If I baked a couple large cakes and put them to my chest, for example, I can increase the size of my boobs. But, if those are eaten, only my original sized 'cupcakes'," she squeezed her petite breasts for emphasis, "will grow back. As long as not all of me is eaten at the same time, I will be fine."

Jon blinked twice and Candice's clothing was gone, revealing that her nipples had been replaced with pink gumdrops. Jon leaned over the table and looked between her legs. He could see a thin, well managed line of sprinkles between her legs, confirming his suspicions that her fine body hair had been replaced with sprinkles. "What do you think of your change?"

"It's... weird. I mean, I'm a walking dessert plate. And I think it's totally normal for people to ask to have a piece of me to snack on. It's kind of freaky, but it feels really good. Also, I can always change how I look by going to the baked goods or candy aisle." Jon nodded, glad that she didn't seem to really mind what had happened to her. He shrugged, and said "Hey, Candice. Mind if I sit here?"

The trance broken, the three girls at the table shared shocked glances. Jon Gibson had asked to sit with them! "Sure," Candice blurted out, failing to play it cool. "Thanks," Jon said as he set down his tray. "Can I join too?" Jon looked down and to his left to the source of the voice and saw Erin standing beside him, her short body going almost unnoticed. "Sure," Jon said, the other girls visible displeased with the added competition.

Erin noticed their looks and turned to Jon. "Saturday night was fun. So was Sunday morning," she said, rubbing it in. The other girls glared at Erin. Jon only grinned as he took a bite if his sandwich. Getting fought over by a table full of girls. He could get used to this.

Jon watched as Erin slipped her sandals off and squatted down, the bag slung over where her neck and hips met now resting on the ground. With practiced motions, she dipped and rotated her head, unslinging the bag from her body. Using her nimble toes, she opened the bag and pulled out a series of plastic bags containing her lunch. Nobody batted an eye at Erin, but Jon was impressed with her ability to adapt to her new body.

"Hey, Jon," came a voice behind him. Another girl suddenly sat down in the seat to his right. Jon recognized her as the girl he had found in his basement whose head needed to be reattached to her body. Before he could ask her anything, she turned to the transformed girl across the table. "Hi, Candy."

Candice raised one of her sprinkle eyebrows and let out a sigh. Jon was able to smell her sugary breath from across the table. "Knock it off, Emily." Emily smirked, then pursed her lips in a kiss towards Candice, who then returned the gesture. "Emily, honestly, what was that about?" Emily was just about to take a bite of her pasta when she put down her fork, closed her open mouth and turned to look at him. "We were both in the orgy with Zoe on Saturday and she started calling Candice 'Candy.' We're old friends so I've been teasing her about it all weekend. It's even better now because I know she doesn't want you to find out about her being with Zoe because she wants a shot with you."

Jon smiled and looked at Candice, realizing for the first time that her plate was nothing but dessert confections. It appeared all she ate anymore was sugary foods. Jon turned back to Emily. "What is the wish that changed you?"

"Somebody wished the could 'get a piece of me.' I can now have any part of me be pulled off. Anything from my whole head, like you found me, to even orifices like my mouth or vagina. They can be peeled off like stickers and put on another surface and used like normal. I love to peel my mouth off, stick it on the palm of my hand, put my pussy on the other palm, and just eat myself out. I'll even loan parts to people so they can use them whenever. Nothing like sitting down to family dinner right when someone starts fucking you and trying not to let anyone know." She gave him a mischievous smile and bit her lover lip.

"So you like your change?"

"Absolutely! Wouldn't dare think of changing a thing."

A blur of motion and a yelp cause everyone's attention to go to Candice. Both of her hands were cupping her still bare left breast. "Dammit, Samantha! How many times do i have to tell you to ask before you take a piece of me!" She lowered her hands to reveal that the gumdrop for her nipple was gone. Jon heard a buzzing overhead and looked up to see a tiny figure hovering over them, greedily devouring Candice's candy nipple.

"Hey, Samantha," Jon called up to her. The fly-girl looked down at him with her red, compound eyes. Jon pushed back his lunch tray and gestured to his uneaten brownie. Samantha smiled so broadly that Jon could still make it out even on her tiny face before she bolted down and landed on the tray in front of him. The brownie was half as big as she was, but she started in, all four of her hands pulling off chunks and shoveling them into her mouth. "Thanks, Jon!" she said with her mouth full.

"At least she didn't go full 'Alien' on you," Emily said. "Emily!" Candice looked at Jon before starring daggers at her friend. "We don't need to bring that up!" she hissed. "Why?" Jon asked. "What's that?"

Candice continued to stare at Emily who held up her hands, indicating that she wouldn't say anything more. "Samantha once ate her way all the way from Candice's vag all the way to her chest," Erin said from Jon's left, wickedly smiling at the candy-girl. Candice's mouth hung open while Emily tried, and failed, to hide her snickering. "Then she ate her way out and came out between her boobs, like in that old 'Alien' movie."

"Hey! Shut up!" Candice cried. "Everyone knows," Erin responded. "It was weird," Candice said with a shudder. "It was delicious!" Samantha said with her mouth full. Jon laughed and looked down at the miniature girl.

"Samantha, honestly, how did you become part bug?" Samantha finished the pieces of dessert she was already holding and then licked her fingers clean. However, she followed it up with running her upper arms across her head, like a fly cleaning itself. "My dumbass brother was trying to act like a bad thug stereotype and wished that I was 'more fly.' Next instant, I'm what you see now."

"What do you think of it?"

"Flying is the biggest rush ever! It like being a living roller coaster. It does get scary at times. Every thing is so big, and I'm so small. But I'm so hyper and ready to go that I barely ever notice what's happening from moment to moment. The rush is totally worth it, but it's not all great."

"What's the problem?"

"There's two problems, actually. First is the eating. I can't help myself, I eat everything!" Jon shrugged. "Do you really think people mind that much?" Samantha shook her head. "Jon, no, I eat... everything."

Her statement sunk in and Jon stuck out his tongue in disgust. "Exactly," she said. "If the normal me realized what I have been doing and the shit I'd been eating, literally at times, I'd probably throw up. Worst part is that I'd probably then want to eat that, too," she said in a defeated voice.

"What's the other problem?" Jon asked, wanting to move on. "Guys," she responded flatly. "I had a crush on you, and I still do, but I'm too small. Before my change, I thought I might have a shot with you. And it drives me crazy that Alexis is gunning for you."

"Alexis?"

The fly-girl nodded. "She's a girl I've known for a long time. Too long. Every guy I have ever been interested in, she used to steal away from me and then kick them to the curb once she was done with them. Now that I'm a bug-girl, she instead lords over me how she can get guys. Fucking gold digging bitch. I wish that black widow was in the same situation as me!"

Flash

"Where does she sit?" Jon asked. Samantha pointed with two of her miniature arms towards a nearby window. Jon walked over and found who he assumed to be Alexis sitting on the window sill. She was now only nine inches tall, like Samantha. She had long black hair, tan skin, long legs and an hourglass body with proportionally large breasts on her shrunken body.

She also had four additional arms, giving her a total of eight limbs. Her thirty fingertips were each capped with black, claw-like fingernails. Her forehead was covered with eyes, and her mouth was now filled with long, sharp teeth. And just as Samantha had her ass replaced with a fly's abdomen, Alexis now had a spider's, complete with noticeable spinnerets and the telltale red hourglass mark of a black widow.

The femme fatale spider-girl did not pay any attention as Jon inspected her. He realized he had not released Samantha from her questioning trance, so nobody would notice him until he did. Jon watched as she reached into the web in the corner of the window, pulled out a bound insect, and eagerly bit into it, sucking out the juices before grabbing another.

Jon stuck his tongue out and returned to his seat where Samantha stood patiently next to the brownie. "One less problem, right?"

"Not really. Now I'm worried about her eating me."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Feel free to stop by and grab anything from my plate anytime," he offered, freeing her from her hypnotic trance. "Thanks, Jon!" she responded enthusiastically, returning to the dessert. Jon did make a mental note, thought: make a wish just to make sure Alexis didn't try eating Samantha.

===

Jon carried his trash to the waste bin. He was surprised just how much of the brownie Samantha had been able to get through. As he approached, he spotted a girl walking towards him. She did not seem to be dazed like the others, but she still had a confused look on her face. "Hi, Jon. Um, my name's Erica, and this is weird, but, I feel like I need to tell you that I'm friends with Cathy. Which is really weird because I don't know anyone named Cathy."

Jon cursed himself. He had wished that Erica would introduce herself to him, but didn't wish for her to not notice that she was doing so, as he had with the other girls. "Erica, honestly, do you now remember Cathy from before she was changed?" he asked her. "Yeah, I do now," she responded. "We were at the party together when I ended up wishing her into becoming a coffee table." Jon nodded, pleased that while in the trance Erica would remember her friend. "What do you think about it?"

"Better her than me," Erica responded bluntly. Jon's jaw dropped. "What?" he asked, not believing what he had heard. "Cathy is a nice girl, but I wouldn't go out on a huge limb for her. Especially not if I was going to end up a freak like her."

Jon was angry. Cathy didn't enjoy her change, and didn't deserve it. Several girls, like Amanda and Grace had been changed as retribution for their behavior. But Cathy had been altered into a form she not happy with without cause. Jon couldn't believe how callous Cathy's supposed "friend" was being towards her.

"Erica," he said with a stern voice, "have you made out with my sister before?" Erica smiled. "Yeah, she and I stayed after gym class and Sarah ate me out," she responded with delight. "Were you changed by a wish yet?" he continued. Erica shook her head. "Nope."

"I wish you were in a situation similar to Cathy and that you would change back once I changed her back."

Flash

Jon now stood alone by the trash bin. Nobody around him noticed anything. Jon exhaled and dumped the trash, then headed for the door.

Chick for a Dick: Fourth Hour

After the unexpected stops at the janitor's closet and with Nari in the hallway, Jon had not been able to get to class very early after all.  He didn't mind, though.  He was too pleased to with his latest wishes.  Besides, now that he didn't have to worry about school for the rest of the year, he could talk to the girls as much as he wanted.

Jon stepped into the large classroom.  Like his 6th hour chemistry class with Ms. Stevens, this room was also a lab room.  That meant there were two sections to the room.  The first half of the room was filled with standard school desks.  The back portion of the room was a collection of lab stations designed for students to pair off and share.

As Jon entered the room, he noticed two things: the fresh piece of paper sitting on his desk and Heather the rabbit-girl sitting at her own desk furiously scribbling away at a piece of paper.  Jon walked to his desk and saw that the paper was indeed the homework assigned the previous Friday.  It had his name in the top, it was written in his own handwriting, and he could see that all of the questions were answered perfectly.

Jon smiled and put down his bundle before he crossed the empty classroom to Heather's desk.  As he approached, he saw the paper she was scribbling on was their homework assignment.  Heather had always been known as a bit of a procrastinator, and it looked like that hadn't changed even if her body had.  He had to admit, she looked pretty adorable as she concentrated on the paper.  Her nose twitched back and forth over her enlarged front teeth while the tall ears turned on top of her head.

"How's it look?" she asked, writing in the last answer.  Jon moved behind her and looked over her shoulder to inspect the paper.  His now highly comprehensive knowledge of the material picked it apart and he turned to look at her.  Her ears were laying flat against her head, her concern visible.

"Numbers 4, 6 and 7 in the multiple choice are wrong.  The short answers are accurate, but you didn't go into too much detail.  You're probably looking at a 'B-'," he told her.  Heather erased the multiple choice answers he indicated and switched them before pushing the paper back.  "I can live with that," she said.  "I forgot we had homework.  I guess I was having too much fun at your party."  She gave him a wink.

Jon heard voices in the hall and saw a couple students stepping into the room.  Class would be starting soon.  Jon looked back at the buck-toothed blonde.  "Heather, honestly, what was the wish at changed you?"

"I was on the dance floor with Jason from the football team and he wished 'we could fuck like rabbits.'  I don't know about him, but I sure can now," she said dryly.  "Do you like it?"  She shrugged.  "It has its ups and downs.  I can hear and see everything so much better.  And damn am I fast!  I can jump so high that I'm glad I'm not afraid of heights.  The only reason I don't play basketball is because I end up getting my feet stepped on.  And I do get them stepped on.  A lot.  There are times I miss being able to wear shoes.  Sometimes it's because I want to accessorize, but the worst is going out in winter.  But the biggest change is the sex."

"How so?"

"I always want to fuck.  Always.  But the problem is that I'm super fertile now.  I can have multiple kids, get fucked the next day, and be pregnant with multiple kids all over again!"

Jon's eyes went wide.  "How many kids have you had?"  Heather shrugged.  "Nine from two pregnancies.  And those were both within the past year.  I've smartened up though.  I use birth control, which thankfully still works on this body, have my partners wear condoms, and sex for rabbits lasts less than a minute.  Luckily, most guys can outlast that.  So, we go for about 40 seconds, I cum, get off and finish the guy off in other ways.  I know how fertile I am and I don't want to be pregnant again, but I can't help but fuck all the time.  That being said, I love my kids and wouldn't trade them for anything in the world."

Jon's blood ran cold.  He hadn't even considered all of the unprotected sex he'd been having since his change either.  Looking around at the mostly empty room, Jon walked far into the back lab section and pulled out the stone.

"I wish that I cannot get anyone pregnant unless I want to," he whispered.

Flash

Jon sighed in relief.  That should keep him from enduing any unintended repercussions. In the meantime, he decided that once he got home he would divert some of his ridiculous new fortune to helping Heather support her kids.  He wouldn't imagine wishing anyone out of existence, especially children, but it had to be difficult for her to raise so many of them.

Jon turned back to the front of the classroom just in time to see Nari walk through the door.  As soon as she saw him, she averted her eyes and walked straight to her desk.  Jon contemplated going over and trying to talk to her again when Mary and Kerry entered the room.  Since the twins had been conjoined and no longer had a single leg between the two of them, Jon assumed they would be getting around by wheelchair or a similar setup.

Instead, the twins "walked" in on their four arms.  They were each wearing a different top, while their fused hips were covered in a custom garment that looked like a cross between a skirt and a tube-top.  They each had a backpack on and they were wearing gloves on their hands.  The two moved over to a couch in the room and pulled themselves up on it, laying on their side.  They pulled over a pair of low tables on wheels, unslung their back packs, and started settling in for class.  Jon approached them and they both smiled at him.  "Hello, Jon," they said in stereo.

"Hey girls.  How's it going?"

"Doing fine," said the twin to the right as she pulled off her gloves.  Jon saw they were custom made as the palms had a rubber padding on them, resembling the sole of a shoe.  "Wishing it was still last Saturday," said the other with a wink.  "I heard you had a private party upstairs.  Why weren't we invited?" she pouted.

Jon looked at the pair, and without knowing who was who said "Kerry, honestly, what was the wish that changed you two?"  The twin on the left continued to unpack her bag, while the twin on the right paused and looked at him.  "Dave saw us dancing together and wished he could fuck us at the same time.  Now, we're always going to be fucked at the same time."

"Do you both feel what the other feels?"

"Yes.  Our vagina has two clits that we both feel.  I can feel her breasts, when her hair is stroked, I feel it all.  If it weren't for the fact that I had always thought it was like this, it would be overwhelming."

"What do you think of your change?"  Kerry frowned.  "It's terrible.  I love my sister, but I am my own person too.  Or at least I was.  Now were just 'the twins'.  I can never get time to myself, always have to put up with someone, and then there's the physical issues.  We have to walk around on out hands.  I wanted a cart of some sort, but Mary convinced me that doing it this way is more independent.  Plus it builds up our arm strength so we can have sex 'standing up'," she said, her fingers making air quotes.  "Besides that, the bathroom is a nightmare.  We share a vagina and an asshole.  But they're each in the middle of our body and on opposite sides.  We need to balance the middle of our body over the bowl, then flip over to keep going.  It isn't easy."

"Mary," Jon said, "honestly, what do you think of your change?"  Kerry returned to unpacking her bag while Mary looked up at Jon and smiled brightly.  "I fucking love it!  The sex is twice as good, everyone is even more intrigued by us and I'll never be apart from my sister.  I wouldn't trade this for anything!"

Jon looked at the pair.  He wasn't sure what to do.  He could try figuring out a way to fix them and make Kerry happy, but keeping them together would keep Mary happy...

A wave of calmness passed over him.

Jon shrugged.  He couldn't fix things right away anyways.  He'd think about it and figure it out some other time.  However, Kerry had been right about one thing: they really were two different people.

Jon looked up, spying Mr. Trencher enter the room.  "Maybe next party, girls," Jon said with a wink.  They both blushed as Jon headed for his seat.

"Alright, everyone," Mr. Trencher said, calling the class to order.  "We will be continuing our lessons on cell structures.  For today's lesson, we will be examining different cells under the microscopes.  So, you'll be pairing off.  Mary, Kerry, I will set up a microscope for you at your couch.  Everyone else will be paired off randomly.  Please turn your homework in to my desk, then go with your partner to a lab table."

The teacher pulled out index cards with everyone's names.  The teacher said random pairs encouraged team building.  Jon believed it was Mr. Trencher's way of avoiding problematic students from teaming up all the time.

"Heather, Ron."

Heather hopped out of her seat and put her homework on the teacher's desk.  With two large hops, she had crossed the entire room and was at a lab table before her partner had even stood up.  "No running in the classroom, Heather," the teach stressed as if this had been the millionth time he'd had to tell her.

"Jon, Nari."

Jon heard an audible groan go through the class as everyone seemed to be disappointed by the pairing.  He could understand why the girls were upset as they were all highly attracted to him, but even the other guys seemed disappointed.  Confused, Jon stood up, handed in his work, and headed to the lab station.  A moment later, Nari sat down in the stool next to him.  Jon tried smiling at her, but she continued to stare down at the table.  Finally fed up, Jon rolled his eyes and asked "Nari, honestly, why don't you like me?"

"I like you very much," she responded sincerely.  "Then why are you acting so distant from me?"  She looked up at him.  "I do not want you to see how attracted I am to you." Jon was only getting more confused.  "Why not?"

"My father would be furious if I had relations with a boy while studying abroad."

"Isn't your biggest turn on the thought of breaking rules?"

"It is, which is why the thought of sleeping with you is even more appealing.  But while breaking my father's rules is my greatest turn-on, I am still worried about him finding out and shy about letting an attractive boy know that I want him to have his way with me."

Jon smiled, enjoying the look of lust mixed with longing in Nari's eyes.  Looking around the room, Jon saw that the rest of the class had been paired up and were about to start the day's project.  "You can used to microscope first," Jon offered.

Nari returned to looking at the table, but Jon noticed the corner of her mouth twitch momentarily into a smile.  "Thank you," she said softly as Mr. Trencher began his lesson.

Chick for a Dick: Sixth Hour

Jon adjusted the backpack slung over one shoulder, getting used to the weight.  He would always bring his backpack to his final class so he didn't need to stop at his locker before heading home.  However, it was now mostly empty.  He didn't need to bother bringing home any textbooks or homework materials.  He already knew everything each book had to teach and his homework would always appear when he got to class.  It was perfect.

Smiling, Jon entered the his final class.  He had been looking forward to this class all day.  To be honest, he had been looking forward to this class all weekend.  He was excited to see what Ms. Steven's, Betty's, new fetish was.  As if sensing he'd arrived, the teacher stepped out of the back storage closet and made eye contact with him.  The oversized fake tits she'd had on Friday were gone, replaced with her original B-cups.  She subtly looked him over, her eyes pausing beyond her glasses to focus on his crotch before looking back to his eyes and giving a slight smile.  Jon smiled and headed to his desk.  Whatever her new fetish was, she was definitely still into him.

Jon threw his backpack under his seat and looked around the room.  He shared the class with a few other students from other classes.  However, the only changed students were Kelly and Molly, the rhinoceros and unicorn horned cheerleaders, and Grace.  Grace was currently sitting in her desk, talking to another classmate named Jenna who was standing in the aisle next to Grace.

Jon grinned wickedly and blinked twice.  The next instant, Jenna was continuing her conversation, completely oblivious to the fact that she was not normally a nudist.  Although the fact that she was now naked did not strike anyone as odd, it did strike several of her classmates as appealing.  Jon noticed a few of the guys, and even Betty, trying to discreetly catch glimpses of Jenna.  However, they were much more subtle than Grace.

Sitting in her desk, Grace was leveled with Jenna's exposed crotch.  Jon could see her newly acquired obsession for eating pussy was hitting her strong.  First, her jaw seemed to open but her lips remained closed as she attempted to make more room in her mouth.  This only delayed the inevitable as slowly the tip of her penis-like tongue parted her lips and extended an inch outside of her mouth.  The whole time, Grace was nodding as the conversation continued, but she never took her eyes off Jenna's slit.  Just as Jon thought Grace might actually lean in and start licking Jenna right in the middle of class, Betty spoke up.

"Alright, everyone.  Take a seat and we'll get started.  Please pass your homework forward."

Jon could see a look of relief and disappointment on Grace's face as Jenna left for her seat.  Jon blinked twice, returning her clothing as he passed up the homework waiting for him on his desk and turned to face his teacher.

===

"... gases also react to temperature," Ms. Stevens continued to explain.  "For example, if you have a car tire and then place it in a colder atmosphere, the space between the air particles will condense and the tire will begin to lose pressure.  However, take the same tire and go to a hotter environment, the pressure will build as the air particles spread out.  This does not happen only in sealed containers, either.  This is why upper floors are sometimes warmer while basements are typically cooler."

Jon sat through the lesson barely paying attention.  After all, he already knew all of the material.  Instead, his focus was on Betty herself.  He had tried to identify any change to her body or behavior, he had even briefly made her naked in front of the class, but he saw nothing to tip him off to her new fetish.

Jon's attention was broken as he saw a girl raise her hand.  He rolled his eyes even as he heard Eric behind him mutter "This should be good."  Betty noticed the hand too and removed her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose.  "Yes, Cassie, what is it?" she asked in an annoyed voice.

Cassie was not the brightest student in class.  She was a nice girl, but she didn't have two brain cells to rub together.  She would often have difficulty keeping up with the lessons.

"Is that what makes balloons fly?"

A few students snicker, but Ms. Stevens kept her patience.  "Well, not party balloons. Hot air balloons use that principle, for example. Instead, common balloons use a gas less dense than air in order to float, like helium."

"Huh?  I don't get it."

Ms. Stevens' shoulder slummed slightly.  "Ok...  There are gases that do not weight as much as air, like hydrogen or helium.  So when they're in a light, sealed container, like a balloon, they would float.  Hydrogen, however, is explosive and very dangerous.  Which is in part what led to the Hindenburg."

"The guy from 'Breaking Bad'?"

Ms. Stevens sighed deeply while drooping her head.  The snickers among the students growing louder.  "No, Cassie.  The character from 'Breaking Bad' named himself Heisenberg.  The Hindenburg was a famous disaster where the gas in an airship caught on fire and it crashed."

"Is that the Led Zeppelin my dad keeps talking about?"

Jon was doing everything he could to not laugh.  Some of his classmates, though, were not able to contain themselves and started laughing.  Cassie turned around, oblivious to how ridiculous her questions were.  "What's so funny?" she asked obliviously while Ms. Stevens had her face in her hand.

"Wait!" Cassie suddenly exclaimed, turning back to the teacher.  "Does that mean the balloons at graduation could explode?!"

Now Jon did lose it, along with the rest of the class.  It only got worse when Cassie added "I don't think it's funny!" over their laughter.  Finally, Ms. Stevens held up her hands and the class started to die down.  Behind Jon, Eric muttered "This is great.  I wish the airhead would keep on going."

Flash

Jon looked at Cassie and his eyes went wide.  Her neck and head were gone.  In their place, was a clear balloon with eyes, nose and a mouth drawn on it.  Jon couldn't move until he heard:

"And what about me?  Am I going to explode?!"

Jon erupted into laughter, setting the whole class off again.  But it wasn't her question Jon had laughed at.  Her voice had changed along with her head, sounding like she had sucked down a whole tank of helium.

"No, Cassie," Ms. Stevens said flatly, her patience spent.  "The graduation balloons and your head will not explode.  They are not filled with hydrogen for that reason."

"But-"

Cassie was cut off as Brad, sitting behind Cassie pulled out a sharp pencil and unceremoniously poked her in the back of the head, popping her balloon.  Jon gasped as the loud bang filled the room.

"Brad!" Ms. Stevens bellowed.  "What have I told you about popping Cassie's head?"  Jon watched as Cassie's headless body turned in its seat and flicked off Brad.  "Cassie, do not curse in my class," Ms. Stevens instructed.  Cassie turned forwards again and slumped in her chair, her arms crossed in a pout.  Jon knew there was no way he could talk to her about her changes now, he was just glad she was still alive.

"Does anyone else have any questions?" Ms. Stevens asked, her voice dripping with annoyance.  Jon had one.  He looked at her and asked, "Betty, honestly, what's your biggest fantasy now?"

"I'm bisexual and get off on having multiple sexual partners at the same time."

Jon nodded to himself.  So she wants to have an orgy... He smiled, an idea forming in his head.  Jon looked at the clock. "Ms. Stevens, it's time to go," he said, breaking the trance.

She looked up at the clock and nodded.  "Ok, class.  See you tomorrow, if anyone has any questions," she made eye contact with Jon, "see me after class."

===

The classroom was empty except for Jon and the teacher, the sound of students rushing in the hall could be heard through the closed door.  "I'm glad you stayed after, Jon," Ms. Stevens, Betty, cooed.  She was leaning on her desk, her long legs stretching out in front of her.  Her hair was up in a loose bun, making her look professional and naughty at the same time.  "You've already got a perfect score in my class, so I can't raise your grade.  Want me to raise something else?"  She gave him a playful wink.

"Absolutely, but not here.  It's a little too... public for what I was thinking."  Betty smiled and stood up.  "I'll get my things," she said, heading for the storage closet.  As soon as she was out of sight and earshot, Jon pulled out the stone.

"I wish that when Betty steps out of that room she will be followed by two female students who would like to have a foursome with me."

Flash

Jon grinned as he put the stone back in his pocket, but he suddenly realized the flaw in his wish.  He had met several girls he would not want to have a sexual experience with.  What is it was Athena or Avery?  He didn't like the idea of being with anyone else who had a dick.  His heart sank.

What if it's Liz?!

The girl with a horse dick had already told him she wanted to to have sex with him.  His jaw dropped.

Oh no...  Zoe!!!

He remembered his own sister wanted  him as well.  He thought he might be sick.  What had he gotten himself into?

Just then, Betty stepped back into the classroom.  "Hope you're ready for all of us," she said.  Behind her, he saw the figures of...

Chick for a Dick: Heated Encounter

Betty gasped as Jon heard a loud slap.  Her arms dropped away from Jon's shoulders as her hands moved to cup her ass.  She spun around to find Jacqueline behind her.  "That's right," Jacqueline said, stepping past the surprised Betty.  "And then... you take care of us."

She gave him a playful push and he fell back into the middle of the couch behind him.  "I think we should set the mood," Betty said, still rubbing her left ass cheek where Jacqueline had slapped her.  She walked over to the entertainment stand and turned on a radio sitting on a shelf beneath the television.  An electronic song came on, and Betty began to rock her hips with the slow beat as she ran her hands along her body.  She looked over her shoulder at Jon, giving him a wink, before turning to Nari and seductively curled her index finger, calling her over.

Nari approached the dancing woman, her eyes transfixed on her body.  Betty put her hands on Nari's hips and pulled the short girl closer.  Following Betty's lead, the two were soon rocking their hips to the beat, their bodies pressed together.  Suddenly, Nari wrapped her arms around Betty and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.  "Wow.  Looks like she doesn't need any more encouragement," Jacqueline said, standing next to the couch.

She stepped towards the kissing couple and came up behind Nari.  She reached up and grabbed the collar of Nari's uniform jacket and pulled.  The Korean girl relented and pulled her arms away from Betty as the coat was removed, but they remained kissing.  As the coat fell away, Betty's hands at Nari's hips traced the waistband of her skirt, unhooking it.  Meanwhile, Jacqueline had moved on to fumbling with Nari's necktie.  In moments, the knot was undone and the tie hung lose around her neck.  Nari finally broke the kiss, her own hands going up to her shirt buttons even as Betty began to unbutton her own shirt.  Jacqueline, meanwhile, had begun to slide her own skirt off, showing off her fishnet wrapped legs.

As Nari opened her shirt, Jon saw that her breasts were actually encased in a strained sports bra.  "Damn, Nari!" Jacqueline exclaimed as she noticed as well.  Betty had just finished pulling off her own shirt, and her hands shot forward and pulled up the sports bra, Nari's large breasts pouring out.  "My father demanded that I attempt to hide them," she explained quietly.

"Daddy isn't here," Jacqueline said as she leaned in and began to suckle on Nari's left breast.  She gasped and cupped her hands around Jacqueline's head, running her fingers through her buzz cut stubble.  Jacqueline responded by reaching up and running her fingers along the front of Nari's white panties, making them become noticeably damp.  Betty reached for Jacqueline's shirt and pulled up, causing the two girls to separate as it was removed.  As the shirt came off, it revealed a massive tattoo on her back of two dragons, one made of smoke and the other of fire, tangled together.  The three girls stopped and looked at each other, each in various states of undress, each incredibly horny.

In a blur of motion, the girls began pulling at their own clothing.  In a flash, Nari pulled her sports bra off over her head and dropped her panties.  Betty removed the hair tie maintaining her bun, the long, wavey brown hair falling past her shoulders.  She then quickly removed her bra, but was struggling to wiggle her way out of her extremely tight pants.  Jacqueline took a direct approach and simply ripped her panties off beneath her stockings, her wet pussy accessible through the wide net weaving.  She had also left on her boots.

Jon never even considered using his power to instantly remove their clothes.  There was no way he was going to skip past the show he just saw.  The three girls now stood exposed before him.  His eyes scanned over their bodies, taking in the intoxicating sight of three beautiful, naked women before him.  As he did, his attention continued to settle on differences between the girls which stood out, and highly appealed, to him.

Jon looked at Betty.  He loved how long her hair was, feeling like it added to her femininity.  His eye kept wandering the the deep purple of Jacqueline's locks, but he found the midnight black of Nari's hair to be the most appealing.  Jacqueline's green eyes stood out the most when compared to the brown eyes of Nari and Betty, but Nari's almond shaped eyes made her more exotic.  And he loved how Betty's glasses gave off the naughty teacher vibe.

Nari had the largest breasts of the three, however they were not nearly as perky as Betty's.  Jon's eyes again turned to Jacqueline, her nipples each pierced with a bar.  As Jon looked her body over realizing just how thin she was.  However, her ass was still pert and round.  He could clearly see that the clit of her bald pussy was pierced similarly to her nipples.  Looking at Betty, he saw that she had her hair shaved in a neat strip while Nari's pubic hair was a full bush, long and dark.  However, Jon could see all three were aroused.

The three dance naked together.  The kinky teacher.  The shy, exotic beauty.  The aggressive renegade.  Even after everything that had happened in the last week, Jon wasn't sure if this could actually be real.

"Looks like someone's ready to join in," Betty said.  Jon looked down and saw the tent pole in his pants.  He could see Karyn squirming underneath, trying to push against her fabric prison.  Jacqueline strode forward and gracefully dropped to her knees in front of him.  "Let's check to be sure," she said playfully.  Her skilled hands quickly undid his pants and belt before reaching in with her thin fingers and wrapping them around Karyn's hard body.  Jacqueline licked her lips as her free hand pulled back Jon's underware and exposed his transformed penis.

Slowly, Jacqueline began to stroke her hand up and down Karyn's length.  The penis-girl started breathing heavier, looking up into the giant face before her.  Jacqueline smiled broadly at her reaction before suddenly puckering her lips and spitting a huge wad of saliva straight into Karyn's face.  She gasped as it hit her, her mouth hanging open in silence as the enormous spit wad ran down her chest and soaked her blonde hair.

"Oh, fuck yes..." Karyn finally said dreamily.

In response, Jacqueline ran the palm of her hand over Karyn's drenched face and proceeded to run her hand along Karyn's body, lubricating the cock-girl with her spit.  Jon hissed through clinched teeth, soaking in the pleasure.  "I can't wait to have this in me," Jacqueline said aloud, completely enthralled by the incredible cock in her hand.  "Oh, yeah," Betty chimed in across the room.  Jon looked past Jacqueline to see that Nari was on her knees and eagerly eating out her teacher.  "You'll definitely get your turn."

Jacqueline's hand stopped mid-stroke, her eyes staring straight ahead.  "My turn?" she asked defiantly.  Betty did not seem to notice her tone.  One hand was groping her left tit, the other was on the back of Nari's head between her legs.  "Yeah, there's plenty of him to go around."

"Yeah, there is.  So you won't mind if I ride him first."

Betty opened her eyes and turned to face Jacqueline, staring daggers at her.  She lightly pushed Nari away.  "Excuse me?  Why should you go first?"

"Why should you?"  Jacqueline released her grip on Karyn and stood up, walking back across the room.  Karyn whined loudly while Jon looked on, sensing any attempt to protest or defuse the situation would have fallen on deaf ears.

"Because I'm in charge!"

"Says who?  This isn't your classroom!"

"It is my apartment!"

"If you hadn't insisted on us coming here, we could have just as easily been at Jon's!"

"Oh, whatever!  Even if we were at his place, I would go first!  I have seniority!"

"You mean age before beauty?"

"Listen you little punk, I am only 26!  And I have more up top than your little mosquito  bites!"

The argument continued, the two arguing over who got to be fucked first.  Nari stood by staring at the two of them, too timid to get involved.  Jon sighed.  This wasn't how he expected things to go.  "Jon," came a strained voice.  He looked down to see Karyn.  She had a frustrated look on her face, her body still wet with Jacqueline's spit.  "Do something!" she hissed.

Jon looked at the trio.  This definitely wasn't what he wanted.  He had wanted to experience a foursome, but it just didn't seem like a good idea anymore.  He still wanted to get laid, but he didn't want the drama from dealing with so many girls.  He silently wished that he had only picked one of them to fuck.  A lightbulb flicked on in his.  He could just wish for it. But which one did he want to stay?

Jon closed his eyes, trying to close out the bickering.  He carefully reached into his right pocket, barely resting a single finger on the stone.  He brought his left hand up to his face, covering his mouth.  He thought a moment and realized the stone could make the decision for him.  Took a small breath and finally whispered as quietly as possible "I wish there was only one of them."

Flash

Immediately, the room went silent except for the music.  Jon let his head fall back against the plush couch and smiled, glad to be relieved of the bickering.  No more complaining, just peace and quiet.  A moment later, though, he realized something: the music was different.  It was now some sort of Korean pop song. Nari, he deduced.  Suddenly, Jon felt plump, sweet lips meet his and a tongue slip into his mouth.  Jon felt the girl move onto his lap, straddling him.  A wet pussy pressed against Karyn between his legs.  Then he felt something else: the pussy had a clit piercing.  Jacqueline? he wondered.  As the pussy continued to rub up against his transformed best friend, Jon could feel a neatly trimmed patch of public hair crowning the girl's lower lips.  Jon reached up and pulled her in close, massive breasts pressing into him.

Jon held her close with his left hand on her back while his right hand moved to the back of her head, pulling her in for a more passionate kiss.  As they made out, Jon ran his fingers through her long hair.

Jon reached  around and groped the massive breasts pressing into him.  They were so large, and firm.  He traced his fingers along their smooth surfaces, eliciting a hum of pleasure from her even as they continued to kiss, until he reached her nipples and unexpectedly pulled on the bar piercings he found there.  Jon pulled his hands back, unsure of just who was in his lap even as the girl broke the kiss with a primal groan.

Jon's eyes snapped open in time to see the girl moved up and plunged herself down on his cock, taking Karyn into her pussy.  She was smiling wildly as she squirmed her hips, her tight pussy clamping down on his cock.  As Jon looked at her, he had a realization.

He had no idea who she was.

Chick for a Dick: Home Sweet Home

"Oh, Master!  You look absolutely exhausted."

Jon was exhausted.  It had been a long day at school and he had been quite busy trying to talk to as many transformed girls as he could.  Then had come the stress concerning Jaci's change followed by the session of incredible sex after.  However, her transformation had additional consequences.

Since they were no longer at Betty's small apartment complex, Jon did not know where he had parked Jessie.  By the time he did find her, he realized it was an additional half hour of riding to get back from downtown to his house than if he had left Betty's.  It all added up for a long day.

However, Lisa made his homecoming a pleasant one.  She had chosen to meet him today dressed as a 1950s housewife.  She looked like she had stepped right out of Stepford, wearing a white blouse that accentuated her bust, a black skirt, white heels and with her hair up in a retro style.  She held a tray for him which had a tall glass of lemonade.

Jon smiled in appreciation, taking the drink and downed several large gulps of it.  "Thanks, Lisa," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  "But I would really like-"

"Your bath is already prepared, Master.  I will bath you while you relax and I will clean your clothes later."  Jon stared at her in disbelief.  She stepped forward and tenderly kissed him on the cheek.  "I always know what you want, Master," she said with genuine consideration.  Jon gave her a hug and kissed her forehead.  "Lisa, you're perfect."

===

Karyn awoke with a jolt as she was submerged in the warm water.  The initial rush quickly subsided as she looked up through the clear water to see they were in Jon's massive bathtub.  Karyn turned her head back and forth, letting her long hair float in the water around her and gently caress her body.  Karyn saw motion above the surface and was happy to see Lisa, completely naked, move up to the edge of the small pool of water.

Karyn watch as one giant leg and then another dropped into the clear water close to her as Lisa entered.  She sat down next to Jon, her long legs stretched out along the marble floor of the tub.  It was a sight Karyn took in greedily, especially as her gaze made its was up to the mound between her legs.  She felt a twitch run through her body as she hardened slightly.  She was so lucky to be Jon's penis.  Even after having incredible sex with Jaci, Jon still got to come home and have a bath with his personal pleasure servant.  Karyn closed her eyes and let herself revel in the warm water and pleasant memories.

Soon, the water in the tub began to churn and swirl.  Karyn opened her eyes and could see through the rippling surface that Lisa was cleaning Jon, lathering up his hair before rubbing his body with a sponge.  She worked his way down his shoulders, arms, chest, back and stomach, moving closer and closer to the water line.  Karyn knew what was coming, and she felt Jon heave beneath her and got a momentary sense of vertigo as the floor of the tub fell away from her as Jon stood up.

The cool air hit Karyn and sent a shiver through her body.  At times like this, she knew if she had arms that she'd be wrapping them around herself, like she saw boys do in the locker room when the water got cold.  She wondered absently if arms really did help keep you warm, but she just shrugged.  Penises don't need arms.  They would only get in the way.

Karyn was brought back to the present as she felt the soft sponge run across her body.  She hazily recalled Jon giving her a quick wipe down after fucking Jaci, but that was nothing compared to this.  Where as that had been quick and utilitarian, this was absolutely divine.  Lisa tender fingers delicately rubber down her length, removing and lingering traces of cum before they ran through her hair, making it straight and clean.

By the time Jon sat back down to rinse her off, Karyn was completely hard again.  She looked up through the soapy film of the surface and saw Jon and Lisa.  The two were close, cuddling together.  Jon said something which Lisa laughed at before settling into his arms, the warmth of the water embracing all of them.  Karyn sensed she wasn't going to be used any time soon, so she simply closed her eyes and drifted off in the embrace of the warm water.

===

Karyn woke up as the cool air hit her again.  She shuddered slightly and silently waited to be dried off.  Soon enough, Lisa ran a towel across her, giving her a couple extra strokes than what was needed to dry her.  Lisa gave her a wink while Karyn pursed her lips, blowing her a kiss.  Karyn shifted as Jon stretched and headed to the toilet.  He raised the seat and aimed Karyn down at the bowl.  Soon enough, the stream from her mouth died down.  She's kept the pee out of her hair and all in the bowl.  Karyn grinned to herself, taking pride as always in what a great penis she was.

Lisa moved up behind Jon and draped his plush bathrobe over his shoulders.  Jon slipped his arms into the sleeves and began to walk towards the door into the bedroom, but did not close the robe.  Karyn always enjoyed these moments when Jon didn't put her away immediately, and she was pretty sure Jon knew it, too.  Karyn saw them approach the bed and braced herself.  A moment later, Jon rolled into the bed.  Karyn flopped around until Jon came to rest on his back.  The robe was spread open, exposing Jon's damp body while Karyn laid limp between his legs.

Except for the sound of Lisa tidying up the bathroom, the room remained quiet for a few minutes.  "Jon," Karyn finally said.  Jon grunted, the only indication that he had heard her.  "I had an idea earlier for a wish."  He didn't respond this time, clearly exhausted.  Karyn decided to pitch her proposal anyways.  "What if you wished for the locker room to be coed?  Think about it!   How hot would it be to have all of those girls in there, naked, showering, and being able to join them?"

The room returned to silence.  Karyn waited several moments and was just beginning to think that he had passed out when Jon mumble "Lisa."  As if he had shouted for her through a bullhorn, Lisa dashed into the room.  "Yes, Master?" she asked obediently.  "The stone," he mumbled again.  Lisa departed but quickly returned, carefully cradling the unassuming relic in her hands.  She gingerly placed it into Jon's outstretched hand and he wrapped his fingers around it.

"I wish the locker room at my high school was coed."

Flash

Jon grumbled to himself and managed to whisper "I wish I wouldn't be late for school tomorrow."

Flash

His energy finally spent, Jon passed out, the stone falling from his limp hand to the floor.  Karyn let out a deep sigh.  "What's wrong?" Lisa ask.  The penis-girl looked up at her.  "I wanted to have more fun."  Lisa giggled and sat on the edge of the bed.  "But you just got cleaned up from earlier."

"I'd rather be getting used for fucking than be clean and put away," Karyn pouted.  "Aww, poor dick," Lisa teased. "Maybe you can be both."  Her fingers expertly wrapped around Karyn's flaccid body and began to stroker her.  Karyn moaned as she hardened, soon her entire length standing proudly from Jon's crotch.  He moaned pleasantly, but remained asleep. Karyn didn't care, though.  This was all for her.

Pre-cum bubbled up her body, and Karyn could feel it gathering at the back of her throat, but she continued to swallow it back.  Not only did she want to be a good penis and not make a mess after just getting cleaned, but it tasted so damn good too.  Lisa continued to stroke her, squeezing and groping her length in just the right places.  When Lisa leaned in and tenderly suckled on Jon's balls, Karyn felt like she was going to explode.

"Lisa!  Lisa!" she gasped.  Karyn watched as her giant face came in to view before her and opened its mouth invitingly.  Karyn gasped as she looked into it, wishing so bad that Lisa would wrap her lips around her and suck her off as she had done so many times before.  Instead, Lisa extended her tongue and gently caressed Karyn's throat and chin with the tip.

This set Karyn over the edge and she tensed up.  Lisa saw and quickly moved in, her lips puckering tightly to enveloping Karyn's tiny mouth in a bizarre kiss.  Karyn's body throbbed as ropes of cum erupted from her mouth directly into Lisa's who greedily swallowed it up.  The two staying locked this way until Lisa got every drop she could, Karyn growing softer and softer in her grip.  Finally, Lisa pulled back, a fine strand of saliva lingering on Karyn's face as Lisa pulled away.  "There," Lisa said proudly as she gently laid Karyn's flaccid body back down. "No mess.  Feel better?"

"Uh huh..." Karyn uttered dreamily before she too fell asleep.  Lisa giggled quietly and stood up.  Looking down, she saw the stone on the floor and reached for it.  However, she couldn't pick it up.  She recalled her Master's command that she couldn't touch it unless under specific conditions.  She shrugged, knowing it was safe enough there until morning.

She moved back to the bathroom to finish tidying up.  As she gathered up Jon's dirty clothes, she reflected on her life after her wish.  It obviously wasn't what she would have desired for herself a week ago, but that was before she knew the pleasures of her new abilities.  And before she really knew Jon.

She looked through the open door at her sleeping Master.  Even without that incredible dick and being the best lay she'd ever had, she couldn't deny how fantastic he was.  He had been good to her, better than any if her boyfriends had ever been.  He was kind, even though he could have commanded her to be nothing more than a mindless sex toy.  Although, being treated like a sex toy isn't always bad either, she mused.

Lisa finished her cleaning and discarded the soiled clothes in the hamper.  She would clean them after Jon went to school.  She smoothly climbed in the bed, careful not to disturb her Master, and moved close to him.

"Lisa," he muttered quietly.  "Yes, Master.  I am here."

"You really are perfect," he whispered before falling back asleep.  Lisa smiled to herself.  She was perfect.

Funny you should ask...

Chick for a Dick: Time's Up

A boom of thunder jolted Jon back to consciousness.  His eyes snapped open and he let out a sharp exhale, started by the noise.  He stared up at his ceiling, starting at the large skylight windows.  A thick sheet of water covered the glass from the heavy rainfall.  Beyond, gray clouds hung in the sky, backlit by the obscured early morning sun.

Jon groan and stretched, Lisa's sleeping form pressing into him as he did.  He looked her body over in the dim light.  She looked peaceful, content.  He sat up in his bed, realizing he was still wearing his bathrobe.  "Master?" Lisa said wearily.  Her quiet voice was almost drown out by the noise of heavy rainfall above them.  "Go back to sleep," he whispered to her.  Her eyes fluttered and she slumped back, immediately falling asleep as Jon had instructed.

Jon swung his legs to the side of the bed and lowered his feet to the ground.  As he did, his right foot met the now familiar sensation of his plush new carpet.  His left foot, however, came to rest on something hard, smooth and cold.  Jon reached down and felt stone.  He cursed himself silently, knowing just how disastrous the ramifications of not keeping it controlled were.

A flash of lightning and a crack of thunder broke his thoughts.  He placed the stone on his nightstand where he typically left it while he was in his room and stood up.  Karyn's limp body slapped against his thighs.  She let out a drowsy grumble but remained asleep.  Jon closed his robe over her and tied the belt.  He didn't want to close Karyn away from the precious time she was able to be exposed, but she seemed more content to be sleeping at the moment anyhow.

Jon approached his office door and opened it.  He peered into the room.  The large windows along the far wall looked out onto the gray, wet world outside.  The occasional flash of lightning revealed the kneeling form of Vicki on his desk, unmoved since he had last interacted with her.  He looked down and saw Cathy's table body where he had left her, although her eyes were closed.  Looks like she still sleeps, he thought to himself, almost expecting her to be awake but staring straight ahead like he had previously seen her do.

Jon reached up and flipped on the lights, the dark wood floor and walls bathed in amber light.  Jon watched as Cathy's eyes twitched before slowly opening.  Her wooden face contorted into a yawn.  "Good morning," he said softly.  "Morning, Jon," she mumbled.  "Morning," came a cheerful voice from further in the room.  Jon jumped, and looked towards his desk.  Vicki remained unmoved, and the voice did not sound like her synthetic one.  Someone else was in the room.

"Erica!" Cathy snapped.  "You startled him. That's no way to treat our owner!"  Jon stepped into the office and approached his desk.  Looking past Vicki, he saw Erica positioned behind her... merged with his high back office chair.  Her head was now the ornate wooden carving at the top of the chair. It was flat, only a couple of inches thick, with her face appeared to be expertly carved into the front. Her expression shifted and moved just like Cathy's was able to. Her hair was stained a darker brown than her face to more closely match the color her hair had originally been. It was parted down the middle and flowed down to make a smooth arch where her wooden neck transitioned into the top of the leather chair.

  The changes to her head were only the beginning. The rest of her flesh was now leather dyed a deep burgundy color.  Jon could tell from the rich scent of oil hitting his nostrils that she must be extremely soft. However, what really caught his attention was the seat back that was made up of the front of her torso.  It was now covered in breasts, four across and five down for a total of twenty boobs across the surface of her body making an inviting and enticing surface to lean back and rest against.  Her arms had become the arms of the chair.  They were inflated, creating a large, soft surface to rest one's arms until they reach her wrist.  There, her normal sized hands remained.  They were balled into fists and were now the same type of wood her head and hair were made of.  Beneath her, her body rested on a black metal stand which had five spokes coming out is.  Each spoke ended in a brass caster, allowing the chair-girl's body to be easily rolled along the hardwood floor.

"I'm sorry, Jon," she apologized sincerely.  "It's alright," he muttered, his eyes still running over her body.  Erica smiled in response and started staring straight ahead, just like Cathy.  Jon smiled to himself.  Erica would now shared Cathy's fate, just as he had wished.  Once he found a way to return Cathy, Erica would change back too.

But that was a task for later.  For now, he had other issues to attend to.  "V.I.C-E., activate," Jon commanded.  Vicki's eyes lit up with their electric blue glow.  "Voice analysis: match.  Logging you in.  Welcome, User," her emotionless, robotic voice declared.  "Ok, V.IC.-E., there are a few things we need to go over.  First, any new emails?"  The monitor on the computer-girl's stomach came to life and a window opened.  "You have received 58 emails since you last logged in.  All are from females requesting time for various activities, although all carry indicators the true intent of their requests to be sexual coupling.  How would you like to proceed?"

Jon shrugged.  "Catalogue them, but ignore them for now.  I'll get to them in my own time."  The window closed.  "Acknowledged, User.  Awaiting next request."

"Hey, Jon," Erica chimed in.  "Would you... like a seat?"  A hopeful tone filled her voice.  Jon shrugged and approached her.  He placed his hand on her shoulder and rotated her body to face him.  Jon's suspicions were confirmed as he felt that her skin was the texture of soft, oiled leather, but it was also warm and alive to his touch.  Jon turned around and slowly eased himself into the seat, earning a moan from Erica. Jon was initially concerned he may weigh too much for her, but soon Erica's new body was easily holding his weight with no signs of stress on the transformed girl.  "Lean back, relax," Erica's voice encouraged from behind him.  Jon leaned back, his body pressing against the wall of breasts behind him.  Erica was incredibly comfortable, and Jon found himself even more pleased with his wish.  He felt a slight shudder beneath him, Erica taking her own enjoyment from being utilized.

Jon looked ahead, his view now level with Vicki's screen.  "V.I.C.-E., pull up a list of the household expenses."  Jon watched as multiple screens opened with more numbers and charts than he could comprehend.  "Is there a specific search you would like me to run, User?" the synthetic voice asked above him.  "Um... what do I pay Renee per event?"  A new window opened with a highlighted figure.  Jon slumped further back into Erica, causing her to moan lustfully.  The figure was enormous!  No wonder Renee was so excited to work another event for him...

Jon shrugged.  It was just money.  He had already wished up more than he knew what to do with, and knew he could get more any time he wanted.  "V.I.C.-E., I wish to open an account to be made accessible to Heather Weiss.  I want to make sure her and her children's needs are always met.  Is that something you can do?"

"Understood, User."  Jon watched as a new collection of windows opened in her screen.  "I will notify your bank to create the appropriate account and authorize it using your virtual signature.  It will be established within the business day."  Jon smiled and nodded.  "I'll leave you to it," he said as he stood up.  Erica groaned slightly behind him, whether in protest or arousal, Jon wasn't sure.  Vicki remained silent as she continued with her assigned task.  As Jon approached the door, he paused and turned around.  "Oh, V.I.C.-E., what's the weather supposed to be today?"  The computer-girl didn't even turn to face him as she announced "Weather for Tuesday is 100% chance of rain with occasional thunderstorms all day into the early evening."

Jon nodded before turning off the lights and closing the door.

===

Jon stepped out of his bathroom and back into the bedroom.  After stopping in his office, he had immediately begun getting ready for the day.  He had woken Karyn up when he took his morning piss, but the penis-girl hadn't minded.  Jon had left the robe hanging up in the bathroom, so Karyn now dangled exposed between his legs.  He felt her twitch and looked down to see her eyeing Lisa's still sleeping form on the bed.

"Something up, Karyn?" Jon asked nonchalantly.  Karyn didn't answer, continuing to stare at Lisa.  Slowly, her body raised up from between Jon's legs until she was pointing straight ahead.  "Other than you?" he teased.

"Jon," Karyn said longingly, "can we please fuck her before school?  We have time."  Jon looked at the clock on the wall.  It's true, they did have time.  But as he looked at the clock, Jon felt uneasy, like he was forgetting something.  He shook his head and looked at Lisa.  He'd figure it out later.  Right now, he was just as interested in having some fun with Lisa as Karyn was.

"Lisa," Jon said softly.  At his voice, Lisa began to stir.  She took in a deep breath which she exhaled in an enticing moan.  She stretched her arms up and brought them back to her body, her fingertips running along her exposed flesh.  Her eyes opened and she stared at Jon, then his crotch, and back to his eyes.  "Good morning, Master.  Is that for me?"

Jon silently stepped forward and approached the bed.  Lisa sat up as he came closer until she was sitting on her knees.  Jon stared at her large breasts hanging off her chest.  Feeling her master's desires, Lisa reached up and cupped her tits, presenting them to him.  Jon thrust forward and buried Karyn in the valley of cleavage before her. She squealed in delight, feeling the soft flesh rub against her.  Jon continued to thrust her in and out until Lisa's breasts and Karyn's face were covered in a heavy sheen of precum.

"More... Give me more..." Karyn moaned as more of the fluid flowed out of her mouth.  Lisa dropped down and gently kissed Karyn's face, earning a grunt of approval from Jon.  Lisa smiled up at him and leaned in lower, kissing Karyn length all the way down to their balls.  Now Karyn was moaning loudly, her body visibly throbbing with her arousal.  As Lisa licked and suckled, Karyn began to cry out.

"Oh yes... oh fuck yes... it's so good... please suck me... put me in your cunt... I'm so horny... I'm so hard... I'm... I'm... Oooooooooh... Uhhhh... Uh... I... I... What... What's... Oh fuck... OH FUCK!"

Jon pulled back in alarm.  Karyn's cries had gone from immense pleasure to sheer panic.  Her eyes were wide and she was looking around the room and wiggling strangely.  Lisa pulled back and looked at her with concern in her eyes.  "Karyn?  What is it?"

"I'm a... I'm a... I'm a..."

She froze and looked up square into Jon's eyes.  "I'm a penis."

Suddenly, Karyn's eyes rolled back and her body went limp as she passed out.  Lisa looked at her in alarm then back up at Jon.  "What's happening?!  What did she mea-"

"Lisa!  Stop!  Don't do anything!" Jon commanded.  Suddenly, Lisa's eye glazed over and became glass.  Her skin changed color as it became artificial.  Within seconds, Lisa had again been transformed in a real doll replica of herself. Her body slumped lifelessly back on the bed.

Jon looked around in a panic and caught sight of the time.  Then it hit him.  Tuesday morning, last week, at this time, Jon had made a wish.  For one week, everyone would think Karyn had always been Jon's penis.  Including Karyn.

And now, time was up.

Jon looked at the unconscious body of his best friend dangling between his legs and then at the lifeless sex toy he had just turned  Lisa into.

What was he going to do?

Very good.

Chick for a Dick: Unexpected Company

Jon looked down at the tray of food in his hands. The day was half done, and he was thankful for that. Phys ed was already finished, and Jon had been grateful that today was not a gym day. He did not want to face the trial of changing in front of the other guys in the locker room with Karyn aware of her current form.

However, the class had not gone off completely without a hitch. Jon had walked into a classroom which was full of naked girls, the left over result of Jon's previous fun with the volleyball game. Looking around the room at all of the exposed, attractive girls, Jon couldn't help but get aroused. He felt Karyn tent pole in his pants and immediately set about giving all of the girls their clothes back. He must have looked ridiculous as he looked at each naked girl and blinked twice, but Jon's guilt left no room for subtlety.

The rest of the class had gone normally. Or at least as normal as it could have gone with three cheerleaders with horns and Amy passing notes to Liz. Whatever was written in the notes was enough to cause Liz's horse dick to visibly bulge under her skirt. As bizarre as it was, the scene actually provided some comfort to Jon. Amy and Liz, along with many other girls, were very happy with their changes. But Karyn...

Jon snapped back to the present, still staring at his tray of food. He didn't have an appetite, and he knew whatever he ingested Karyn was just going to be stuck peeing out. Logically, however, he knew that he hadn't eaten all day and needed to get some food. He'd just have to hold it as long as he could and figure out a way to get around it once he was home and had the stone.

Jon walked past the occupied cafeteria tables. Nobody called out to him like the had over the previous week. Jon had briefly wondered if he would be more popular due to his vast wealth, but he got the impression that most if his classmates were rather envious of his fortune and didn't care too much for him unless he was throwing a massive party or trying to get something from him. And so, Jon returned to the isolated table where he used to sit with Karyn. Only now, he was alo-

A blur of motion across the table caught Jon off guard. "Hey, Jon," Erin said. "Didn't you see me grab a table over there?" She tilted her chin in a general direction back towards the center of the cafeteria. "Um, no, sorry. I was... thinking about something," Jon stammered. Erin smiled warmly at him. "No problem. I hadn't unpacked my lunch yet, so it's all good." 

Erin removed her bag from her hip-shoulder as Jon had seen her do the other day and begin to unpack its contents with her toes. Confused, Jon asked "Erin, honestly, why are you sitting with me?" Erin paused and looked at him, her head resting just above her hips peeking over the table. "Because I like you. And we're dating."

Jon's eyes went wide. "We're dating?" Erin nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. We met at your party on Saturday. We ended up going to your room and talking for hours before I left super late. The next day, we met up w took me out for ice cream. After that, we decided we'd try dating."

Jon slumped in his seat. It was true, he had liked Erin, but he didn't know her all that well. The late night talk that they'd had in this reality had instead been sex followed by even more sex in an alcohol induced orgy in the reality he recalled. "This is getting complicated," he muttered.

Erin perked up. "What is, Jon? Is everything alright?"  Jon looked back at her and realized he had released her from his questioning power. "Yeah," he said. "I, uh, got detention today."

"Oh... I'm sorry. Who with?"

"Mr. Martin." Erin scoffed and buried her face in a plastic container. She pulled out a baby carrot and quickly sucked it into mouth. "I'm not surprised. He loves to give out detention. I have him for my fifth hour and haven't seen him go a whole week without giving someone detention.  Hey, want me to get detention on purpose? Misery loves company, right?"

Jon silently shook his head.  He started to reach for his cup of pudding when he saw Samantha was already on his tray with her head buried into the dessert. Jon let out a small yell and recoiled, shocked by the fly-girl's unexpected arrival. Samantha didn't seem to care, only pausing to shout out "Thanks, Jon!" before sticking her head back into it, her wings fluttering on her back in delight.

Jon looked across the table at Erin, who was smiling dreamily at him. She was the first girl to look at him like that all day, and he realized how much he missed the feeling of being desired.  He felt himself becoming aroused, imagining fucking her compressed form.

Suddenly, Jon felt his hardening penis rotate in his pants. Jon immediately remembered Karyn and his mood soured again. Erin seemed to notice his displeasure, but said nothing. She instead looked down and returned to eating in silence. The only sound from the table was Samantha slurping the pudding and the occasional buzz of her wings.

Chick for a Dick: Delaying the Inevitable

Jon watched as his house passed by again as he took the SUV around the block. For the fourth time. He clinched his jaw and frowned, ashamed of both his cowardice and his inability to find a solution to the problem hanging over him.

Jon had almost been relieved when he'd arrived at detention. Mr. Martin arranged his detention as a one hour study time. That meant no talk, complete silence. That gave Jon time to finally sit and do nothing but try to figure out a way to fix his wish. It also gave him an extra hour before he had to face Karyn again.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Jon thought it over, he could not think of a solution. He had specifically said "I wish Karyn was my penis." And now she was... forever.

When Mr. Martin released him, Jon didn't want to go. The only thing worse than facing Karyn was facing her without any ideas of how to fix her. Jon had once again been soaked through his clothes on his walk across the parking lot. The rain had not let up all day. That's fine, Jon thought bitterly, it matches my mood.

As Jon approached the house, but could not bring himself to pull into his driveway. It would mean facing Karyn. So, he had driven past the house and circled around the block, trying to delay the inevitable. Then he did it again.  And again. And again.

As the house approached again, Jon felt a wave of calmness pass over him. This wasn't helping Karyn. She was his friend, his best friend. She deserved better than this. Besides, she was probably as cold and wet as he was.

Jon turned into his drive and approached his garage, the massive doors opening automatically as he pulled forward. Jon entered the garage and returned the SUV to the spot it had come from and exited the vehicle.

Jon entered the house.  His wet clothes were clinging to his body, and he loosely carried his equally soaked backpack at his side. He was glad he didn't need to carry homework in it anymore, because everything in it was no doubt drenched.

A bark down the hall caught his attention as Amanda rushed towards him, her eights boobs bouncing wildly as she ran. She was incredibly happy to see him. Her tail was wagging rapidly and her mouth was open in her familiar smile, showing off her prominent teeth and long tongue.

Jon pat her head, running his fingers through her long blonde hair before scratching her behind her large, floppy dog ears. The transformed girl grunted in satisfaction and leaned into him. As Jon stopped, Amanda barked again. Whether she was showing her appreciation or asking for more, Jon couldn't tell. He pat her head one more time and continued down the long hallway.

Amanda followed him happily, walking on her four dog legs next to him. When Jon got to the staircase, he instructed her to stay which he was pleased to see she did. When he was halfway up the stairs, she turned and headed into the sitting room where Cathy had once been, most likely looking for a soft couch to rest on.

Jon continued up the stairs and finally approached his bedroom door. On one hand, Jon was dreading entering as it meant he would finally have to talk to Karyn. On the other, he could finally get out of his drenched clothes. Jon sighed, turned the doorknob, and stepped inside.

"Welcome home, Master," a pair of voices said in unison.

Jon looked up and his mouth hung open. Lisa was standing before him dressed again in a French maid uniform, only this one was much more provocative and fetishistic than the one she had worn a few days earlier. The skirt was short, showing off the white lace stocking covering her thighs, and the neckline was cut so low it left little to the imagination. She wore a lace choker around her neck and a maid's cap crowned her hair which was pulled back into a ponytail.

The real shock, however, was Nadia dressed in the exact same uniform next to her. Both of them curtsied, wide smiles on their faces.

Jon dropped his backpack.

Chick for a Dick: Shared Revelations

"Hey," Karyn said, starting down at her breasts. She looked up into Jon's eyes and immediately looked back down. Jon, meanwhile, kept glancingly around the room, also unable to keep eye contact.

The room was filled with silence except for the steady rain above them, the room glowing in the flickering light of the fire place. A low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.

"So..." Karyn said. "I take it Nadia and Lisa were given you a show, as usual." Jon looked at her in surprise. "Lisa and Nadia?" he asked. "Yeah, Nadia has greeted you whenever you get home ever since she volunteered for that program that bound her to you. And Lisa's joined her ever since she was over here last week and made a wish that made her just like Nadia."

Jon closed his eyes and signed internally. Since Karyn and Lisa knew about Lisa's wish, they would believe that Lisa accidentally changed herself to be like Nadia, instead of knowing Jon's wish to make Nadia like Lisa actually came second. Only he knew the truth.  "Yeah, they did," Jon admitted.

Jon looked at her and saw she was licking her lips. He realized she was trying to lick up the precum around her mouth. Noticing his gaze, she pulled her tongue back in and looked away. Jon reached up with his loose robe and gently wiped her mouth. "Thanks," she whispered.

Jon nodded, but said nothing.

Finally, Jon whispered "I'm so sorry."  Karyn immediately shook her head, her long hair trailing behind her as she did. "No, I'm sorry." Jon looked at her. "What do you have to be sorry for? I did... this," he gestured towards her. She sighed. "It was both of our faults. Neither of us respected the power of the stone enough. You were a dick for trying to force yourself on me. I was a dick for hurting you." She paused, then scoffed. "And now I'm just a dick," she said dryly.

"I'll find a way to fix you," Jon said, his voice filled with more confidence than he felt. Karyn smiled at him. It was soft, but unconvinced. "Jon, wishes can't be reversed. But it's ok. I'll be ok," she said softly.

"I shouldn't have made the wish to make you forget," he said. Karyn shrugged her armless shoulders and looked up at him. "Maybe it was for the best. I had a week to get used to not being human. Hell, I still remember all of the fake memories from the reality where I was only your dick. I remember your first erection... your first blowjob... when you lost your virginity..." she trailed off. Jon watcher her, her expression zoning out as she was caught in the vivid memories. Jon watched her throb and saw her tilt her head back, knowing she had just had another pulse of precum run through her body and enter her mouth. He watched as her mouth moved as she swished it around, appearing to savor it.

Karyn suddenly came back to the present and looked up at Jon with an expression of guilt as she quickly swallowed and looked away. "Karyn," he said softly. She said nothing and didn't look at him. "Karyn, what's up?"

"Nothing," she said defensively. "Is that the truth?" Jon pressed. Karyn opened her mouth and looked up to him, but as soon as she met his eyes, she closes her mouth and looked away. Jon sighed. "Karyn, honestly, what are you afraid to say?"

"I like it," Karyn said instantly.

"What?" Jon asked, thinking he was misunderstanding her. "I like being your penis," she said.

"You... like it?" Karyn nodded enthusiastically, causing her entire length to bob between her legs. "I had always been bi-curious before, but was always afraid to tell you. And then, to not just be pleasured by a woman, but to be a penis being pleasured? It felt so good. The pleasure was indescribable. Every waking moment, I hoped that you would whip me out and have a new pussy to stick me in. Or a mouth to suck me. A hand to stroke me. Fuck it all, even an asshole. Fuck, Jon, do you know how much I love it when you stuff me up a tight little asshole?!" she screamed.

"I love it! But how can I tell you that?! How can I tell you that I want to be a body part? Your body part? Your penis?" She sobbed. "I'm so confused. I want to be human too. I miss having a life. I want to have time away from this, to be an actual person, but I don't want to lose this. Even spending all day in your pants is nice. It's comforting and I don't have to worry about anything. And I'm never alone. You were always there. Always taking care of me. I see now that you were treating me like your best friend, but... dammit, Jon... I was so proud to be your dick!"

Jon watched in silence as Karyn cried her eyes out. He thought back to his original wish to make her forget being human and almost threw up. "Karyn, is this because I wished for you to not be upset with the way I used you over the past week? Are these thoughts because they're the only feelings I let you have?"

She shook her head. "No. If anything, that's made it easier. I am not mad at you, and I don't feel like I should be. The regular me would have been angry just because I wouldn't have known how to deal with these feelings. Instead, I'm just confused and scared of what you'll think of me."  Jon sat in silence, letting Karyn calm down. After a few minutes, he whispered "Karyn."

"Yeah, Jon? Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize I had been crying," she said, breaking out of Jon's questioning power and feel her wet face. "I have a question," Jon said. "And I want you to promise me that you'll be honest." Karyn nodded, but said nothing, her face full of apprehension.

"Are you upset because you enjoyed it and don't want it to end?" Karyn's eyes went wide as she looked into his. She clenched her jaw a chocked on a sob, her eyes again filling with tears. Jon said nothing, but continued to stare into her eyes. After several moments, Karyn nodded morosely.

"I'm a freak," she sobbed.

"No, you're not," Jon said reassuringly. Karyn shook her head as her tears flowed. "Yes, I am! Because I want to be like this!"

"Then I'm a freak too because I like having you like this as well!"

The outburst surprised both of them. And they stared at each other in silence. "You're my best friend. This past week has been... weird. But exciting. I love having you this close. You're the most intimate person in my life. I want you to be able to be a human again. But... I'd miss this..." Jon admitted.

Karyn snuffled again, and looked away. "Jon," she said quietly, "that may be my fault." Jon furrowed his brow. "What?" he asked in confusion.

"When I thought I was only a penis... I used the stone to make a few wishes..."

Jon slumped back in shock, Karyn bobbing as he moved. He had been changed, and never even knew it! "What? How?" he asked in confusion. "I ate through your underwear and the lining of your pocket and got to the stone. I wished the holes closed when I was done so you wouldn't suspect anything." Jon silently admitted to himself that it was a good plan, and wondered if he ever would have thought of it. "What did you wish?" he asked, bracing himself. "Well..." she started, "you weren't using me, so I wished that you would enjoy using me more and stop being so upset all the time."

The revelation hit Jon like a lightning bolt.  He had been enjoying himself. Even during times when he started to get upset, he had always experienced a wave of calmness passing over him, making him forget about his worries. Outside of today, he could not remember a time in his life when he had ever been constantly upset by something.

"Well..." Jon said taking it all in, "it might be for the best. I always feel this sense that everything will be better in the future whenever I get upset. That must be your wish. I must have been constantly upset before you made the wish. It was probably working overtime today, too. I've been trying to not freak out ever since you remembered everything this morning."

"Yeah," Karyn said. "It's just a lot to take in, realizing you're a human being and not just a penis. Especially when you're up a girl's ass while another one's sucking your balls."

"Up a girl's ass? But I didn't-" Jon stopped. In his version of reality, only Lisa had been around and she had only been starting a blowjob when Karyn remembered everything. In this reality, he must have been in the middle of having anal sex with one of them when Karyn's revelation occurred. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be. I asked you to fuck Lisa's ass with me." She paused, then sheepishly asked "Do you promise not to judge me?" Jon nodded, and Karyn smiled timidly. "I would kind of like to do it again and be able to finish," she admitted sheepishly.

Even after hearing Karyn's confession under the influence of his questioning power, Jon was still surprised to hear her so readily request that he stick her up a girl's ass. Even as he heard her say it, he felt himself growing harder and felt his cock, Karyn, throb. She hummed pleasantly, reveling in his arousal. "I guess that's a 'yes'," she said.

Jon gave a single, sarcastic laugh. "Kind of hard to keep anything from each other anymore."  Karyn smiled up at him. "To be honest, Jon, that's one of the things I like about this... situation."  Jon smiled and ran his fingertips along her tiny head, brushing the hair out of her face. However, her head was also still the head of his dick, and the gesture was not just tender, but arousing as well. "Yeah, me too," he admitted.

"Oh," Karyn said, remembering her train of thought. "I also wished that you enjoyed using the stone, enjoyed using Lisa, and that everyone thought your cum tastes as good as I think it does."

Jon laughed. "Wait, you mean I used to have normal tasting cum? Damn, I have memories the first time I got a blowjob and the girl was going on and on about how good it tasted. That was you changing things?" Karyn could only grin sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry. As for the others, you weren't spending time with Lisa like you were Nadia. I think it was because she was changed by a wish and not by actually volunteering for the transformation processes, and you seemed to feel guilty. And as for the stone, well... I enjoyed seeing what the wishes would do and didn't want you to stop." Jon nodded. "Well, for as long as I've had it I remember having a strong desire to use it and enjoying it when I did. And I have used it, haven't I?"

"Yeah. You have the coolest house ever. Your sister has two girls for tits, one of which was a stuck up bitch cheerleader, so that's double awesome. Only thing is, I haven't seen any girls changed by your party wish."

Jon looked at her in confusion, but then realized his mistake. He had made a wish allowing him to notice the transformed girls, but didn't include anyone else in that wish. Even knowing that changes were made, Karyn and Lisa didn't recognize them. And Karyn still didn’t realize that Sarah had been turned into Zoe’s vagina. Jon smiled, getting a kick that Karyn wouldn't notice any of the girls, not even the ones in his own house. It was like a private joke that he didn't want to let her in on yet. 

"They're around. I'll point them out sometime, ok?" Karyn nodded, then fell silent before asking "So... what do we do now?"  Jon shrugged. "What can we do now? We deal with this until we think of something."

Karyn nodded, tears in her eyes. "Yeah. Hey, thank you, Jon. Thanks for taking care of me and... understanding." Jon smiled down at her. "Of course. I'll do anything I can to help."

"Anything? No judging?"

He nodded.  "In that case, I have a favor I need to ask of you."  Jon nodded and waited. "Can you... you know... jack me off? I am so horny that I can't take it anymore." Jon chuckled. "Sure. Want me to call Lisa or Nadia in?"

"No," she said quietly. "Can you do it? Right now, I want it to be just you. Just... us."

Jon nodded again and gently reached down, taking her into his hand. She moaned and twitched even as he tighten his grip around her. "Thank you, Jon... thank you..." she gasped. Her eyes were closed and her face was covered in the precum she had been holding back. Soon, Jon was pumping away furiously, Karyn moaning loudly as he caressed her sensitive body.

"Karyn! I'm close! I'm close!"

"I know! I know! I can feel it! Oooooh fuuuuuuuuck!" she screamed as the two reached orgasm. Jon watched as Karyn twitched and shook, her whole being caught up in the sensations pulsing through her. The thick ropes of cum shooting out of her mouth landed on the thick carpet and hearthstones between them and the fireplace.

Jon watched as Karyn throbbed and twitch with aftershocks. "Thank you, Jon. Thank you," Karyn whispered sleepily. Her body was going limp and their cum was dripping from her slacked open mouth as she passed out. Soon, she was asleep between his legs.

"Lisa," Jon said aloud to the empty room.

Moments later, the door to Jon's room opened and Lisa stepped inside. She was still dressed in the same maid uniform and stood at attention obediently. "Yes, Master?" Jon gestured to his crotch and the floor. "Can you please clean this up.

Lisa let out a squee and rushed forward. She dropped to her knees and enthusiastically licked the remaining drops of cum from Karyn's mouth before she turned to the carpet. Jon was surprised to see her actually trying to lick it up, but it was a useless effort as it was already soaked in. "Master," she said, standing up, "in the future, I am more than happy to do anything you need to avoid making such... messes." She gave him a wink. "In the meantime, I will fetch the carpet cleaner."

"Thanks, Lisa," Jon said as she headed for the door. "By the way," he called after her, "where's Nadia?" Lisa smiled then turned around and bent over. Like Nadia, Lisa was wearing no panties with her uniform. However, Lisa had something Nadia didn't. Tucked in her ass crack, the flat base of a butt plug could be seen sticking out of her asshole. It appeared to be latex, and its tan-ish brown color seemed similar to the skin tone of-

"I left her the ability to wiggle a little," Lisa said proudly. "She feels absolutely divine." With that, Lisa left the room with Nadia the butt plug firmly up her ass.

"Looks like Nadia made it up Lisa's ass before you did," Jon said to the sleeping girl between his legs, giving her body a small stroke. Karyn hummed happily at his touch, but remained asleep.

Jon looked up and stared into the fire. He relaxed as he watched the flames dance. After a few moments of peaceful silence, Jon realized that the rain had finally stopped.

Hold up.

I don't want to be like, a pedantic know it all but didn't the wish that made Karyn forget she was a human for a week, ALSO make it so every wish made during that week would reverse itself?

I just want to say that I am loving this story.  It's always exciting when new chapters go up!

Thank you so much for the feedback. I can see how many times my story has been looked at, but I sometimes wonder how much everyone is enjoying it. Thank you.