"I wish that half of all women were born with a hormonal issue that made them very curvy. I also wish that Zoe was one of those women and mom was not."' As soon as Jon made his second wish, Zoe's previously tiny breasts rapidly gained mass. She winced as her new assets audibly tore through her now inadequate bra. Her hips had also visibly grown, though the full growth was obscured by the long dress she wore.
"Oh my god" Zoe said, still focussed on adjusting her new watermelon-sized melons so that the shredded remains of her bra wouldn't cut into them, "You're using me as wank material, aren't you? Couldn't you wish some bimbo into existence instead of jerking off to your sis? I'm leaving, find someone else to jerk off to and change me back when you're done."
"Oh, but you're going to want to hear the next wish" said Jon in a sadistic tone. "I wish that these curvy women were considered incredibly stupid and were just treated as cattle even though there is nothing wrong with their brains. I wish they didn't go to school and that we're merely keeping Zoe around as a pet."
Zoe clasped her head as she felt her mind die bit by bit. She could no longer do math or even read, she remembered what the brand names on the shampoo bottles said but when she looked at them the letters just weren't processed in her head. It felt as if her thoughts shrunk as she lost every bit of critical and lateral thinking she was ever encouraged to learn at school. She could sense the same thing happening to her friendships. She'd never went out of the house and met her friends so they were just.. gone.
Once her mind stopped degrading, Zoe lifted her head to look at Jon. Her sad, makeup stained expression quikly turned into rage and she charged at her brother. Sadly for Zoe, her brother had expected her to do that. "I wish Zoe couldn't come withing five feet of me." He shouted, and watched as his charging sister crashed into an invisible wall. "How could you do this to me?!" Zoe shouted, bashing against the invisible sphere as if she had any chance to overcome its magic with her fists.
While his sister was taking out her rage on the invisible walls, Jon made another wish."I wish Zoe was wearing a more appropriate outfit, like the one I have in mind." Zoe's boots turned into open footed heels and her dress slowly went up in smoke from the bottom up, revealing a set of hips and thighs that were twice as big as her waist. The dress evaporated futher, leaving only a small and thin cow print bikini that gave her an obvious cameltoe and did almost nothing to hide the huge perky nipples she now had. Zoe stopped bashing the invisible sphere when a black leather collar wrapped itself tightly around her throat. It covered her entire neck and was tight enough to bother her, but she could still breathe. She tried to loosen it but she found out that she lost her manual dexterity, too. Finally, a cold cowbell hanging from the collar dropped between her breasts, completing the outfit.
While his sister was distracted by her revealing outfit, Jon briskly walked towards Zoe, pushing her into a corner of the bathroom. Zoe couldn't keep her balance and fell onto the sphere, squishing her breasts against the invisible walls. "Shit", she said, struggling to free herself. "Oh and before I forget, I wish that cattle girls would start producing milk once they were 18 years old." A small stream of warm milk started coming out of Zoe's breasts and trickled down her body. "You know," Jon said, "I think it was very rude of you to try and hurt me like that." "Fuck you!" Shouted Zoe. "Look at what you did to me! You can go straight to- AAAHH!" Jon had taken a small step forward, crushing his sister's stomach against the wall. "I think you should apologise to your big brother." Jon said coldly while he took another tiny step. Zoe had the wind forced out of her as the sphere pressed her diaphragm up and her ribs inwards. She was afraid they might break. "Well?" Jon asked, lifting another foot. "I'm *hhh* I'm sorry *hhh* big brother. *hhh. hhh.*" Zoe said, tears rolling down her face while she gasped for air. "Do you promise you'll be a good girl from now on?" "I *hhhh* promise I'll be good *hhhh* brother." Zoe said with pleading eyes. She was starting too look even paler than usual.
"Good." Jon said, and took a few steps back, dropping gasping his sister on the ground and giving her enough space to breathe. Jon jerked himself off to completion while his now vulptuous sister sobbed in a puddle of her own breast milk, but he wasn't done with her yet.