Now that I had proof of the rings power I tried my best not to 1: panic at the AWSOME power I now wielded and 2: start wishing things left an right.
"Hey hun, everything alright?" My wife Sarah asked, placing her nimble hand softly on my shoulder. "You have that 'thinking hard look' on your face."
"Ohhh, I was day dreaming. Nothing to worry about. Dear." I replied with a quick smile.
"Ready to head home? All this walking today has left me beat tiered. I hope the car is finished by tomorrow."
"Yeah, lets her home n off our feet." She agreed. She took my hand and I panicked as I realized it was the hand with the ring on it. Afraid that she might feel it and ask where it'd come from. Luckily my wife's greatest fault was her obliviousness.
She was kind, caring and sometimes a little to upbeat or optimistic, to the point she'd sometimes seem a little unhinged, but she always missed little details. One time I had to change out our white shower curtain with a blue and orange stripe pattern without mentioning it to her. 2 weeks later she'd asked me. "Has our shower curtain always had those orange stripes?"
I'd laughed so hard when I pointed out the blue ones that she was red faced with embarestment and a little angry that I was makeing fun of her that I'd spent that night on the sofa. The next day we made up, but I always chuckle to myself when I see her miss something out of place.
Once we got home I offered to make dinner, she didn't object and decided to take a shower.
With her out of earshot I took the opertunity to set up some thing for the ring. First I wished it looked exsactly like my wedding band. That would make hiding the ring easier. Not that my wife noticed in the first place.
Second, I wished for a tasty dinner to be prepared. Without any prompts a pan of vegetable stirfry appeared on the stove, ready to serve. With the ample time I now had I tested the ring a little more.
Simple wishes to see how thing worked. I'd wished myself to have blue hair, easy enough in the hallway mirror I had blue hair. Then I wished I'd always had blue hair. In one of our vacation photos my hair was the same blue color as it was now. Conveniently I wished my hair was back to normal and the photo was undone.
I'd turned out salt and pepper shakers into two mice and then back again. With a few vague wisha I'd picked up that the ring somehow drew on my intent on even the least described requests and on more intense description and specifications it matched them perfectly. I had compleate control over its powers. I was in a frenzy and almost blew my cover when I heard Sarah ask "did you say something?"
I turned to see her with a towel on her head and whereing pajama bottoms and a tank top. I knew this as her "in for the night" wear.
"What's that smell?" She asked, turning to the kitchen and abosndoning her first question. I quickly changed the drapes back into a black satun color from the white linin I'd wished them into being.
In the kitchen Sarah and I dished out our supper and chatted about our day and the thing s that needed doing tomorrow, mostly yard work. That; I usually dreaded but with the ring it be easy to accomplish. So I had a rather up beat tone.
"You seem happier today then usual."
Sarah blatantly stated., I was taken aback by her sudden observation then anything else.
"Yeah?" I feinted, "I suppose I've just been feeling rather obstomystic about things. "
"Well I'm glad to see it." She said with a smile, then got up and set her dish in the sink.
"I however am feeling beat tiered, I'm going to go to bed, hopefully my body won't mind sleeping on a full stomach."
I stayed seated and finished my meal, then did the dishes. I didn't wish the mess away because I didn't want Sarah to question why it was so quick and to give her time to fall asleep.
I then tip-toe'ed past the bedroom door some time later, listening closely for any soft snoring. Once I was confident that she was asleep I quietly entered the room.
I gave a quick wish to see better in the dark and soon the black room was cast into a kind of gray-scale that gae away the room outlines perfectly. I then stood befor my wife as she layed in bed on her side, waiting for me to cuddle up behind her whenever I called it a night.
I took in the shape of her body; thin lith frame, her narrow waist an hips. The small breasts on her chest. She was a beautyful woman, but I'd always woundered what she's look like with a little more curve.
And that was the start of it I suppose. I wished almost absentmindedly that her breasts would grow a cup size. And as expected, they did. They gave a soft jiggle and through her tank top I could see just a little more cleavage. Then on a little bit of a high from the first wish, I wished again, but that she'd gain an in on both sides of her hips and thighs!
Those too jiggled slightly and had the added effect of causing my wife to shift in her sleep as I could see her upper legs widen ever so slightly.
I hurried to my side of the bed when she gave her 'about to wake up' groans an curled up behind her, slipping an arm under her pillow, and bring my other arm
Down along her waist, noticing the the new curves I'd given her and the soft, squeezable flesh beneath my fingers.
Lieing down suddenly braught with it the exhaustion of the day. So much happened and I still alot more to do. I planed to play more with this ring and my wife, but i would saver it, like a never ending buffet of posaablities.
I was looking forward to trying everything.
The next morning I was woken up by my wife's grunting. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and saw her struggling with a pair of jeans. Specifically the button. Already I could see her expanded thighs and hips pressing on the taught denim splendidly, molding her extra curvs like a marble statue.
"Geehh!" She groaned, giving up on the button. She then fetched a belt from the closet and threaded it through her jeans. Using the belt like a corset for her waist, braught the pants togther and fastened the button underneath it. The tight jeans held as my stubborn wife sighed a breath of air from sucking in her abdomin.
At this moment she noticed me watching her. "You did the laundry last week right? Did you use hot or cold water?" She asked, slightly winded.
I knew where this was going, and for my own intrest lied. "Yeah, I set it to hot, had alot of dirt in them from the yard work last Friday."
"Ugh, I knew it, you shrank the load!" She exclaimed. "No wonder my bra is so tight today! And these jeans, it'll take me all week to streach these out now..." Sarah then pouted her face at me.
"Sorry hun, I didn't realize they were in that load." I continued the story. "But hey, look at those pants now..." I got out of bed and wrapped my arms around her waist, sliding my hands up and down her tight thighs into her even tighter pockets.
"Nah-nah!" She exclaimed grabbing my wrists and pulling my hands out of her pockets. "I just spent 5 minuets putting these pants on, your not getting me to take them off that easy!" She spun around and gave me a playful kiss. "Besides, you have work today and i need to get the car from the shop, when they call. So hop to it mister!" She slapped my butt lightly, pushing me to the bathroom to clean up.
I did as I was told, it was the least I could do for her since I just ruined most of her cloths.
After a shower I got in with my day eagerly waiting for my return home to play with my wife some more.