“I would’ve loved to do this to you before we became friends,” you say,
“Hey! We’re more than friends at this point, and you know it,” Skylar interrupts,
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. And again, I’m still not mad you made that wish, I deserve it after I made that wish on you. But you were a bitch,”
“That’s... yeah I know,” she says, looking down at the floor, or more realistically, her belly, “oh yeah. I know you wish you could have done this before we actually liked each other, but I’m not a big fan of being this fat,”
“Yeah, that’s a fair point...” you say, then think for a moment, “but then again, you did bully me and my friends for most of high school,”
“No please don’t leave me like this!”
“I’m not, don’t worry. But I’m not fixing you, not all the way,”
“Huh...” Skylar seems slightly intimidated,
“I wish Skylar was chubby, but not all the way fat,” you say. Skylar’s face is a mix of relief and grumpiness. You watch her body deflate, getting thinner and thinner. By the time she was done, her belly stuck out to where her nose was. Her breasts looked a little bigger than normal. Her thighs were thick but still left a gap. Her butt was bigger as well, and if she were to look in a few angles she would have a visible double chin.
“How long do you plan to have me like this?” Skylar says, disappointingly,
“As long as I want, you have to admit you deserve it. And it’s pretty tame for what I can do with the ring,”
“Yeah, I guess...” you watch as Skylar places both her hands on her boobs, she squeezes them, “at least these are a little bigger,”
“I wish her boobs were two cup sizes bigger,” you say. You watch as Skylar’s boobs grow one, then two cup sizes bigger, her face lights up,
“I am okay with this!” She says, gleefully, she pulls her tank top down a little, revealing some cleavage, she points it at you, you feel your penis get a little hard. Then it occurs that both you and Skylar’s clothes are either very stretched or broken completely,
“I wish Skylar’s clothes fit her body,” you watch her stretched clothes float back to her body, sticking to her slightly larger figure, “I wish she is wearing a bra,” you say. From up the stairs you watch a bra fly down and go right into Skylar’s chest, sliding itself under her tank top and hooking together,
“It’s a little tight,” she says,
“I wish it fits,” you say. You watch the bra grow a little bit, fitting perfectly on her breasts,
“Wow, I’ve never had a bra this comfortable before, I guess... thanks?”
“Yeah. Now, I wish my clothes aren’t broken anymore,” you say. Your clothes suddenly repair themselves, fixing themselves back onto your body,
“Aren’t they a little tight since you...” Skylar gets lost in your newly muscular body, she shakes herself out of it, “grew your body...”
“Yep,” you say confidently, “more to look at for a certain someone,” you say, you wink at Skylar. She blushes at you, this makes you smirk.
“What about my parents, then?” Skylar asks,
“Well, they’re your parents, it’s up to you,” you respond. You both look back at them. Skylar’s mother is still lactating at a very fast rate, you only just remember why your feet at a little wet. Her mother looked pretty much the same, other than her face gave a look of perpetual pleasure and orgasm. And of course, her breasts, constantly changing with every wish. Her left breast was shrinking and growing with every suck that her husband took, making him bigger. Her right was leaking, a constant stream of milk going all over the place, it was bigger than the left but wasn’t too big thanks to being constantly emptied. Her father was bigger than his wife, much, much bigger.
“What do you suggest?” You ask Skylar.