Suddenly, I heard the door behind me creak open. "Emma!" a familiar voice yelled. "What are you doing?!" I gasped. That was my boyfriend, Greg! I bit my lip. I didn't want him to see me like this, but I really needed help now. My breasts were too heavy to even attempt to move. "Greg!" I called hopefully, "I need help!" I heard footsteps coming in my direction.
"What happened- oh." Greg blurted. He was standing behind me and pointedly staring at my chest. I blushed furiously. I really didn't like this! "I need you to hand me that dice." I said, pointing to the dice on the other side of my massive boobs. "What happened..." Greg muttered again, his eyes wide in wonder. "Please, Greg," I pleaded. Greg nodded slowly and stepped towards the device. Greg picked up the dice and asked, "This did that to you?"
I nodded. Greg stared at the dice for a moment. Then a smile slowly crept across Greg's face. "How does it work?" he asked sweetly. "Just make a wish, then roll the dice!" I said. "Please hurry! This is uncomfortable!" Greg glanced down at me, lifted one of his shoes, and stepped on my exposed tits. A wave of pleasure washed over me and I let out a little moan. Greg grinned at me and held up the dice. "You want me to make them smaller, right?" he asked. I nodded nervously. "I wish that your boobs were even bigger!" Greg shouted. With that, Greg tossed the dice into the air. "What the hell!" I yelled. The dice hit the ground and bounced, slowly rolling to a stop...
Greg rolled a 1. My gigantic breasts sucked themselves back into my chest, stopping at a healthy D-cup. Quickly, I snatched up the dice and glared at my boyfriend. "What was that for!" I shouted. Greg backed away nervously. "I-it was a joke!" he claimed. I eyed the dice in my hands. What to do, what to do...