Originally posted to writing.com
"I wish you were eight months pregnant with triplets," Bob said with a bit of a smirk.
Jennifer's stomach suddenly bulged outward, her shirt becoming a crop-top that showed off her newly pregnant belly and her milk-engorged breasts. "What the hell?!" she exclaimed, feeling her altered body. "I think they're kicking!"
"I'm sure they are," said Bob. "They're gonna be girls -- Jason hasn't announced this yet, but all babies born for at least the next year are gonna be girls."
"We -- we didn't want any more kids," protested Jennifer.
"You're not gonna have any stretch marks or saggy tits," Bob told her. He waved toward the Joneses' mansion. "And you've got the resources to take care of them. Should I wish you up a couple of nannies? Maybe a wet nurse?"
"No, please, just --" Jennifer sighed, and asked Kevin, "And I suppose you're all right with this?"
"Of course I am, honey," said Kevin, as he moved to put his arms around his wife. "Besides, we still have Annie --"
"Yeah, Mommy, I'll help with the babies!" Annie exclaimed. "But they're not here yet, so -- can I go to the party at school now?"
"Sure, I guess," said Jennifer.
Bob said, "Before you go, Annie, let me give you a reward for having such a good attitude about being the older sister to three babies. I wish that your next wish, whatever it is, will be granted by Jason."
"Oh, wow, thank you!" exclaimed Annie.