“Is it just me or do you not have a good feeling about this?” Niko says to you, you give a subtle nod.
Emily was by a mirror in Niko’s room, “god could this thing be any smaller,” she says, pointing to the mirror and looking at Niko,
“If it’s too small just make it bigger,”
“What?” She says confused, then it clicks in her head, “ooh. I wish the mirror was a full body mirror,” she says. The mirror grows longer and slightly wider. It’s as tall as Emily, the exact same height.
“Okay. Let’s start,” she says. You worry a little bit, hoping she doesn’t make a bad decision with the power she has,
“Just remember Emily, you’re blending in, nothing too distracting, got it,”
“Yeah yeah I know,” Emily says, “okay. Simple. I wish I had big boobs,”
Emily looked down, she watched as her t-shirt began to lift up slightly, her breasts were rising. Her breasts grew, she quickly grabbed them with her hands. She felt them growing. She didn’t wear bras because she didn’t feel that she needed to with her small chest. Well. Her usually small chest. Her breasts tented the shirt now, showing their size through it. Though they weren’t gigantic, they certainly were big. They were around the size of melons.
“Wow,” she said to herself, feeling her new breasts, “I mean... they’re nice...” she continued to feel them, then she dropped them, “but they’re really saggy,” she said,
“Well yeah, you are 40 years old, I mean I’m 15 and look at these, they’re as ripe as a grapefruit,” Niko says,
“Yeah, well maybe... I mean... screw it, I wish these were double their size,” Emily says,
“Here we go,” you say to yourself.
Emily’s sizeable breasts suddenly begin to grow again, they got bigger and bigger. But the bigger they got, the saggier they got from the weight. Luckily she was in her 40’s, not her 80’s so they didn’t say like crazy, but more than she liked. But she was prepared to deal with that. They grew bigger, falling further and further down her shirt, they reached her belly button when they stopped, they twice the size as they were before. She looked in the mirror at them, she grabbed them and fiddled with them. The whole time she was grinning.
“Okay so next...” Emily was thinking,
“Usually moms aren’t that skinny, and looking at you, you’re pretty skinny,” you say, Emily spins to face you, her breasts going flying as she does,
“Sorry, not used to the jigglyness of them,” she says, she turns at a reasonable pace to face the mirror,
She looks at herself, “okay. I wish I was generally thicker, a little fatter in places and a little more muscle in others,”
Emily looks at her body as it does exactly what she says. Her arms thicken, getting bigger, both with muscle and little bit of fat. Her stomach widens a little, it also grows forward a little too. Her legs get thicker, not thick enough to touch when her feet are together. Her hips widen the tiniest bit too, her butt increases in size. Her feet get bigger too which she wasn’t expecting.
Emily let go of her breasts and grabbed her butt, due to it facing towards you and Niko, you get a full view of her fondling it. She turns to face you both, her face looked thicker too, a little chubbier. Her lips looked a little more plump too.
“This is incredible!” She yells again, she now had one hand on her breasts and one on her butt, “you know a what,” she turned turned her head to the mirror, looking at her butt, “I wish my hips were as wider than my shoulders, my thighs are thick enough to touch each other, and my butt is the size of two watermelons,”
“I knew it was gonna get to this point,” you say to Niko, you both have a hand on your head,
You watch as Emily’s hips expand quite rapidly, it gets wider by the second. Her thighs are increasing in volume as they fill her jeans up with flesh. Her butt grows rapidly, it grows bigger and bigger. It gets so much bigger. Her jeans were being pushed to their limits.
It stopped. Her butt was spilling over the top of her jeans, she was still fondling it though, it must’ve been a great feeling,
“Uh... Emily, your-” You were interrupted by the sound of a pop, she turned around and showed that her jeans had popped open at the front,
“Oh...” she giggled to herself, “sorry. I wish I was wearing whatever I typical mom wears,” she says. Suddenly her jeans morphed into a snug fitting pair of joggers. Her shirt morphed into a right fitting plain t-shirt, over that appeared a zip up blue hoodie.
Looking at her from any distance, she looked nothing like Emily, apart from the black hair, she looked like a totally different person. You thought she was done,
“Hmm...” she says to herself,
“Emily, are you done?”
“Huh?” She says, facing you. Her body really was different. She had always said she wanted to be curvy, but this did seem a little extreme, “oh I was just gonna wish that my body was a little chubbier, or is that overkill?”
“Most of this is overkill,” Niko said,
“Hey! It’s not...” Emily looked down, she saw herself in the mirror her belly was growing bigger. She looked as her thighs were expanding as well. Her arms were thicker. Her butt and hips a little bigger.
“Oh shit,” she laughed at herself, she looked in the mirror, she took her hands off her breasts and just looked at herself, “I really do look like a mom, don’t I,”
“Yeah. You sure do. You’re done now, right?” You say, you put your hand out for her give you the ring,
“There’s just...”
“Emily?”
“One little thing...”
“Emily.”
“I wanna change...”
“Emily!”
“Okay okay...” she puts her slightly chubbier fingers on the ring, she twists it a little, hesitating to take it off, “I wish I had breast implants,” she said, she slid the ring off her finger and flicked to you. You catch it, “I was just thinking. I look like the kind of woman who would have breast implants, with this butt and body, you know?”
She watched as her breasts began to fill up with silicon. They lifted as they did, becoming firmer. They grew, they must’ve been the size of her head, doubled. They looked firm.
“Wow!” She said, she grabbed them in her hands, she squeezed them, “I mean. They don’t feel real but they sure do feel firm. For my age they are pretty good looking. And plus they don’t look too real anyways so it just makes sense.” She turned to face you and Niko. You looked at her, you notice that they were big enough that they lifted up the zip up hoodie. You could see a little bit of her belly through. You didn’t mention it as it kinda fit the look.
“Okay now that that’s all over.” You say, you look at the clock, “holy shit. We have like an hour to get to the pier,”
“Dude the pier is only...” Emily says, then she realises, “oh crap, we’re at Niko’s house.”
“Okay lets make this quick, Niko, make your wishes,” you push the ring into his chest, you don’t expect it to be squishy, but it is, then you realise,
“Dude can you not grab my tits, they’re brand new,” he said, he grabbed the ring off you, “okay. I guess first... I wish I looked like your daughter,” he said,
You watch as his face changes. It shifts in shape, looking more like Emily. His partially darker skin becomes lighter as he takes the features that Emily had when she was 15. He looks down, something he didn’t expect, his breasts begin to swell. Bigger and bigger, they were the size of melons. He put his hands on them, they definitely weren’t fake. He feels his butt grow bigger. Not as big as his ‘mother’ but it sure was pretty big. His hips and thighs matched. He was still pretty chubby though, maybe a bit more.
He looked at himself, it was pretty strange,
“Well. This isn’t what I expected but it sure makes sense.” He looked over at Emily, he noticed that there was a little bit more belly showing on Emily. He looked up. Her nipples were tenting the zip up hoodie, they were huge but they were definitely harder than before. They also looked a little bigger, the tiniest bit, “okay. And finally, I wish I was 8 years old.” He said. He felt his body shrink down.
His curves disappeared as his body regressed. His friends became a lot bigger than him. It stopped, from underneath a pile of large clothes, Niko said,
“And I wish I was dressed appropriately,”
The clothes around him shrunk down. They latched onto him. He was wearing a pink sweater with a rainbow on it. His hair was black like Emily’s. He was wearing shorts too.
“Okay. Now, mother and daughter,” you joke, “we need to get to the pier, it’s nearly 8pm.”