As I continued to watch the group of women, it struck me as odd that my speculations matched what was revealed about these women, as if I was the one changing them unknowingly. I had to know for sure if I was the one changing them; I had to think of something impossible, that noone in my position could deny as evidence I was changing them.
The women's breasts seemed to be a primary focus, so I could perhaps think of something impossible along those lines. It was a long shot, but I had to give it a try; if it worked, I was definitely causing changes instead of just noticing things that had been revealed. I carefully schooled my thoughts.
"The blonde girl must be wearing that hoodie to try obscuring her four D-cup breasts," I thought to myself. I watched her like a hawk to see if anything changed.
At first, it seemed like nothing changed. She did not shift in her sest, and the bulky sweater she was wearing did not get any new bulges. It was a relief and a disappointment a the same time that I was not changing anything, as hot as the changes have been.
With this dissapointment in mind, I was getting up when the group of women decided to finish their chat. The redhead and the blonde daughters got up to pick up the trays, and that's when I saw it: the blonde daughter's bulky sweater straightened out a bit, hinting at not two but four lumps hidden underneath. The way the sweater folded when she was sitting hid the other breasts until she stood up. She put her hands on her hips and stretched out her back and there was no further doubt - the blonde daughter had four breasts.
I was mezmerized by the blonde girl's sweater as her lower pair of breasts pressed against the fabric as she maneuvered around tables. Her sweater might obscure them well, but if you knew what to look for they were obvious. She dumped the trash in the nearby garbage bin, then rejoined her friends and mother as they left together.
When they were finally out of sight I had to consider the outcome of this experiment. How were my thoughts affecting these women? And were my thoughts affecting Sandy and Ali earlier? What were the limits of this?
I threw my paper coffee cup and sandwich wrapper in the trash and headed out, there was more people watching I could do elsewhere.