Cassandra’s thoughts turned to her time in high school where, as a small and plain girl, she had always been at the lower end of the social strata. Even the less attractive boys and girls in her own grade pretty much ignored her, instead turning their attention to the attractive girls in the lower grades. Cassandra looked down at her chest, her A-cups barely causing even a ripple in the fabric of her shirt, and an idle thought crossed her mind.
"I wish I'd had boobs like the girls at school the guys were always looking at." She said.
Still looking down, she was a little surprised when the area around her breasts sparkled briefly, and then downright amazed to see her shirt expand outward. She pressed her hands against it, and it was as if she was feeling two balloons being inflated.
She practically ripped her shirt off, just in time to see, as the growth continued, her plain white cotton bra morph into a pink lace-and-silk model, fancier than anything she’d ever owned. Instead of immediately puzzling over that, though, she tried to get it off -- however, it wasn’t a Velcro closure like she was used to, it was instead four little hooks. She wriggled out of the shoulder straps and managed to twirl the closure around to the front, finally undoing it, only to realize that the growth had stopped.
It was almost like there were two flesh-colored cantaloupes attached to her chest, although they sagged enough to prove they were real. Cassandra started to reach for them, but then had a different idea. “I wish I had a full-length mirror attached to the back of my bedroom door,” she said, and one appeared in a quick shower of sparkles.
She got up to take a look at herself in her new mirror, enjoying the sensation of the unaccustomed weight jiggling on her front. She bounced up and down on her toes a couple of times and watched the sympathetic vibrations.
She experimentally tweaked her now-larger nipples and was rewarded with a pleasant sensation. Ooh, I wonder if Jennifer Church plays with hers all the time at home, she thought. Jennifer Church was one of the most-endowed girls in her graduating class, someone Cassandra had in mind when she made her wish.
I think these look even bigger than hers. Cass thought smugly. Probably because my body is smaller overall than Jennifer’s, who as the head cheerleader was much taller and spent a lot of time working out.
It was then that Cassandra remembered seeing her bra change.
"I wish I knew why that happened." She said, and suddenly, she knew the reason -- was completely certain, in fact. When she'd spoken her wish, Cass had said, "I wish I'd had", implying that she had always had breast this size throughout high school. Wishes granted by the ring could literally change past and present reality itself if worded the right way. It occurred to her that that wasn't the case when she had wished to be home -- her mother noticed that Cass was wet from the rain.
Now, it seemed that the large-breasted version of her preferred different underwear styles. Some new memories popped in her head, of people checking her breasts out, and even a few guys asking her out. She'd been too shy to ever say yes, still being quite mousey apart from her new breasts, which she always covered with big sweaters and jackets.
Whoa. She thought, grabbing her head as the new memories appeared. I'll have to be careful how I word my wishes.
She opened a dresser drawer to verify the thought about her wardrobe, and found the drawer full of bras in assorted colors, all similar to the one currently lying on her bed. A quick check of a tag: “32DD.” She didn’t think she’d ever seen that size at the department store -- must have had to order online.
She stopped in her underwear exploration and took another look at the gold ring on the third finger of her right hand. It hit her just how powerful that small artifact was. If it could teleport her home three blocks, and enlarge her breasts four cup sizes, and change the world to accept the changes -- it boggled her mind.
She thought back to those new memories, at how she was somehow still the same dull girl even with her new bosom. She decided to...