“What’s this?” A young woman named Evelyn, somewhere around 20-25 asked herself as she lent down and picked up a shiny little object. What she found was an odd little trinket. A plain, golden ring!
“Cute!” She said, blowing it lightly before slipping it onto her finger. She stood back up, admiring her ring as she began walking again. As she looked at her ring, she wasn’t focussed on where she was going and bumped into some random woman. Her elbow went right into this woman’s breasts, feeling them squish on impact,
“Excuse me!” The woman exclaimed dramatically,
“Sorry ma’am,” Evelyn replied, but immediately upon looking this woman’s direction was entranced by her grand mounds, so perfect and large, round and squishy (from her brief impact),
“My eyes are up here, young lady!” She exclaimed even louder for everyone to hear,
“So sorry!” Evelyn said, able to drag her eyes up from this woman’s chest to her eyes. She was clearly furious, “I really am!” She insisted,
“Ugh!” The woman scoffed, turning around and trotting off.
“Man, those tits were top tier,” she said to herself, “I almost wish Layla had boobs like that!” She joked, turning back around and continuing on her journey.
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After a short walk, she finally arrived at her destination. Small street with a row of stores whereupon she could see the back of her girlfriend, Layla!
She approached Layla, intending to surprise her when she did. She creeped up behind her, one step at a time before…
“BOO!” She shouted, Layla jumping back with a squeak of surprise. Catching herself, hand on her heart, she turned to face Evelyn with a look of slight frustration on her face. But Evelyn only looked at this for a brief moment before her eyes with immediately magnetised downwards to her low-cut top,
“B-b-b…” Evelyn stuttered, staring deep into Layla’s previously (almost) non-existent cleavage,
“Do you have to gawk at me every time we see each other… especially in the street!” Layla complained, clearly flustered by Evelyn’s gazing compliment,
“But… how did…” Evelyn continued to stutter, starting to piece it together. She looked from Layla’s cleavage to her brand new ring, remembering the woman she’d bumped into on the street,
“Evelyn!!” Layla cried out, “you can do this back at your place later!!” Layla tried to reason,
“How did your boobs get so big!?” Evelyn couldn’t help but ask. Layla’s face lit up bright red, eyes widened as far as they could stretch,
“I’ve told you this a MILLION times!” Layla said as quietly as she could, her face somehow getting even redder, “my mom offered to buy me implants for my 18th birthday and I said yes, big deal!” She explained,
“B-but…” Evelyn said, “they weren’t that big before…”
“R-really?” Layla replied, looking down at her chest, “m-maybe it’s the bra I’m wearing today, or maybe it’s just that time of…” she suddenly blushed again, “this really isn’t what we should be talking about!” Layla snapped back, finally grabbing Evelyn’s attention,
“R-right… sorry…” Evelyn stammered, composing herself, “I guess I just got… distracted,” she said, glancing at Layla’s breasts for a split second before bouncing right back up to her eyes, smiling awkwardly,
“If you like my boobs so much, why don’t you pay for me to make them bigger!” Layla said in frustration, then blushed again, “o-or save up to get yourself a pair…” she looked a little flustered, “j-just kidding,” she forced a chuckle.
“What are we here for again?” Evelyn asked, trying her best to maintain eye contact, at the very least look anywhere that wasn’t her breasts,
“Oh my, you really are a bimbo,” Layla said, pushing her glasses up before reciting their plans, “we’re here to find an outfit for you, for your brothers wedding!”
“Oooh, right,” Evelyn said, “h-how could I forget,” she said, glancing back down at Layla’s breasts one final time before closing her eyes and rationalising,
‘There is no way that Layla’s boobs could’ve grown that big in just a few minutes— or a few days! There’s no way… that woman, her boobs. They felt like implants, and you wished for Layla to have boobs like that! B-but that doesn’t make sense. The ring! It must’ve done something, but you can’t just wish for something and it would just happen! Or maybe it could… you’re not that smart but it doesn’t sound possible. Unless…’
Evelyn knew that the only way she could truly know if this ring could actually grant wishes was to make a wish. She followed Layla into a clothing store, watching as she looked at various sets of clothes. She had to make a wish,
“Here goes nothing…”