Karyn touched her face and neck which were now dry, and let out a sigh.
"I'm phean I gueff." Karyn said pragmatically.
Karyn touched one of her newly modified breasts. As soon as she lifted her hand the moisture it got from her breasts began traveling back down her arm towards her rack.
"Epheph my fiffs. You maphe fem weff, ficky and unconforfaphle. Anff fere gonna geff phucking heaffy aff fiff raffe." Karyn was letting her anger shimmer through again.
"Okay, I can fix that." Karyn began shaking her hands and head as soon as I started that sentence.
"I wish women's breasts had to be drained with a milking device when they get too full. I wish women couldn't drain their own breasts."
"Now, I'm sure you're as curious about getting your breasts as I am."
"Fiff iff forffure, Phon." I ignored Karyn and continued.
"Sadly I can see they're not quite full yet. So I wish that women's faces produced enough pussy juice during a meal for their breasts to get sore, and I wish that Karyn would produce that much juice retroactively."
"Haaa- Haaaa..!"Karyn moaned as her face turned bright red and her lips began to puff up and pulsate. A small dribbel of juice fell down her pussy and was soon followed by what could be described as a small waterfall of pussy juice. The juice made way towards her breasts which swelled, putting an audible strain on her now stretched out tank top. Even though she was hyperventilating and trembling from her arousal Karyn tried her best to cover up her nipples with her tiny top, but since her breasts were now bigger than a porn star's her areolas couldn't be covered completely.
I waited for Karyn to stop panting. She was still trembling and I asked how she felt.
"H-horriphe. Iff waff phike all my plooph ruffeph ffoo my h-heaff anph fen my f-faphe goff horny."
"Hot."
Karyn made another attempt at a frown. "Anph iff goff a phiffing heafage now cauffe all phe waffeff in my phophy juff wenff fo my breafff."
"Okay, I don't want you dead so I wish that women's vaginas produced pussy juice out of nothing. Better?"
Karyn's trembling slowly subsided."I'm fipherffeff facifmile of a woman phuff I'm noff phying of firff, yeff."
"Good! Now, I wish pussy juice was collected because women drank and used other women's juices instead of water. I wish that if a woman came in contact with actual water she would get an uncomfortable but harmless allergic reaction in her butt and chest that gave her a hourglass figure."
Karyn shivered as her entire biological makeup was restructured to depend on pussy juice.
"So, would you like to drain those jugs of yours now?"
Karyn made another frown but nodded reluctantly.
"That's the spirit. I wish it was costumary for a restaurant to drain their female costumers' breasts after a meal."
I wished my meal away and saw the waitress approach with a jar and a milking device like you would see in a barn.
"I wish all women, that includes you right this moment Karyn, wore stretchy clothes that could easily be opened at the breasts for draining purposes."
Karyn's tank top morhed into that actually fit her swelled up breasts. The front split down to her navel into two halves that were only held together by a small strap.
The waitress arrived and asked karyn how her meal was.
"Iff haph pheffer."
"Forry fo hear phaff lophe. Now let's empty you up."
The waitress patted around Karyn's upper body, and gave both of her breasts a grab. "Hey!"
"Ma'am pheaffe fiff phill, or you will haphe to finff a milpher somephaffe elffe."
Karyn sighed and tried to keep stil, but she still jolted as the waitress swiftly ripped open her shirt and bra in a routine manner. Both of Karyn's now saggy breasts flopped down. The waitress took each of them and stuck the cups on the nipples. With a press of a button, the machine began humming and a gentle stream of pussy juice drizzled out of Karyn's breasts and into a bottle.
Karyn breathed a sigh of relief.
I wasn't having that.
"I wish draining machines had to violently tug at women's breasts to get any juice out."
The hum of the machine turned into a mechanical whirr. Its cups had been transformed into metal contraptions resembing the cylinders on a petrol engine, which rythmically alternated between pulling either breast. Karyn screamed in pain.
"Aaah! Geff iff off! Geff iff off!"
The waitress panicked. She didn't dare touch the new cups and felt around the machine for a way to turn it off. But before she found the right button, the machine had already stopped by itself. The jar attached to it was filled with pussy juice and Karyn's breasts were now red and bruised. I didn't like the look of them so I wished women's breasts healed fast.
Then..