Jon's Breasts: Karyn Still Remembers the Old Reality

"What the hell? Jon, what did you *do* to yourself? Was that an accident?" Karyn asked, after approaching him. "Nope. I wished it on purpose." Karyn looked both shocked and confused. She definitely needed an explanation. "Last night, I couldn't stop thinking about your breast enhancement ..." "I'd hardly call it an enhancement. More like a pain in the neck ... or my back," she said, rubbing her back as she said it. "Frankly, I began to get jealous. At first, it was a weird idea - giving myself breasts. But then I figured I could touch them whenever I wanted. Easy access." "*That's* why you wished for breasts?" Karyn asked. "Because you have some sort of breast fetish?" She had no idea Jon was so ... perverted. "Wait a minute. Why can I still remember you without breasts? If you made a wish when I couldn't hear ..." "As part of the wish, I made it so that your memories wouldn't change." "How considerate," Karyn said, sourly. "Come on, Karyn. I thought you of all people would be pleased by this." "And where would you get *that* idea from?" "You were complaining about having big breasts. Now I have them too. You know, misery likes company." "But *you're* not miserable about this. You wished for them on purpose. My wish was an accident." Jon sighed. "Maybe I should have let your memories change after all," he said, pulling the stone out of his pocket. "I thought you'd understand." Karyn gasped at seeing the wishing stone. Jon wouldn't wish her memories to be different, would he? Well, he did wish that he'd have a pair of DD-cup breasts, so who *knew* what he would do?