![]() ![]() Wondering if she would go on forever, Zoe finally popped up with a wide baby toothed grin, looking no more than a toddler in her pink tutu, proudly announcing "All done!", releasing an adorable little burp which only made Jon giggle. Jon realized there'd be consequences from this, but somehow, making sure Zoe's needs were met was far too important. He knew this was wrong, that he needed to break off this attachment, this act no brother and sister should ever share, but it just felt so wonderful seeing her like this, running a hand through her hair as she suckled away, getting smaller and smaller with each passing second, regressing until she neatly fit in Jon's arms. "Zoey, I know you're starving, but there's nothing there." Jon's statement being proved wrong as he watched a dribble of white liquid make its way down Zoe's chin. How'd you even get here?" But Zoe didn't open her mouth to speak, instead latching onto Jon's exposed teat, sending an absolute rush of conflicting, confusing feelings through his head. And as worried as he was for Zoe, this new power only bolstered his resolve, acting with a certainty that he was the only one who could save her.Īnd there it was, room 6262, there was no doubt in his mind that the energy he was sensing from behind that door was Zoe's, letting himself in and frantically sprinting to the mess of back hair curled up in the fetal position in the corner. And as daunting and endless as this seemed, it was almost like Jon could sense her through some connection, some intuition, feeling how alone and scared she was, even weak and hungry, like they were almost his own emotions. Running down the endless hotel corridor, trying his best to contain the jiggling from his bust, Jon tried his best to locate Zoe, knowing each door held some sinister surprise behind it, needing to focus in and pick the right one where Zoe was trapped. ![]() I'm always here, for you Jon, when you need help."īut Jon was already one foot out the door before Karyn could even finish. I guess, I'll see you when I see you Jon-boy. I get it, she's your number one priority, yada yada. "Karyn, I'm sorry I got to cut this short but-" Why couldn't he focus? Why had such a huge detail been lost to him. "Zoe!" Jon's eyes shot wide, realizing that he had completely forgotten she was in trouble with the stone and needed his help. I really had the biggest crush on you before all this. And it's a shame really, if you wanted to play with some, you could have always have asked me. There really not all they're cracked up to be, just big sacks of milk if you ask me. You're the perv that wanted full access to your own pair. that was," but a cursory glance down and a quick squeeze at the lumps poking through his shirt revealed differently. So tell me why exactly you wished for boobies?" Now where were we? Oh yeah, your dumb wish. I told you to leave me alone! Ugh, parents. "Not now mom," her tone soaked with venom on that last word, in only the way teenagers could manage. It was also accompanied by a gentle voice, "Karyn? Karyn? Are you in there? It's me and I really need your help." He wasn't even tired, there was no hair in his eyes, his ironic Golden Girls t-shirt hung flat against his chest- "Hey, Earth to Jon-boy? Are you even listening to me or are you up in space again?" Jon could almost cry at his relief, trying to find the right words to describe how horrible a vision he just experienced to Karyn, about Zoe's wish, about becoming a woman, when a sharp rapping on the door startled both of them. Turning over and wrapping an arm over Zoe, appropriating her for this purpose, he closed his heavy eyes again, wishing his pressed up bosom wasn't such a nuisanceĪnd then they just weren't. How do women do it? Well, that body pillow Zoe snaked away would probably help, Jon realized, having something to cuddle would set the geometry of his body right. Finally, after settling on sleeping his back with his hands tucked at his side like some sort of vampire, when the darkness of rest seemed to finally be closing in, a loose strand of hair got sucked into his mouth, interrupting his breathing, and sent Jon coughing. He tossed and turned, finding it impossible to find a comfortable position, his breasts finding a way to insert themselves whether it was on his back where they would flop and creep down to his armpits, on his side where they either navigated upwards to interrupt his breathing or managed to wedge themselves into a spot where they would be painfully pinched between his arms, and a quick flop onto his stomach ruled that set up right out their sensitivity and size and amorphousness made it impossible to get right. ![]() Jon thought it was funny at first, cute almost, but as the minutes turned to hours as he stared at the ceiling, his amusement faded. ![]() The moment the lights went out she basically was too. ![]()
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