“You know what, I wish those tits were so big she couldn’t even move!”
Luka grumpily sat back at his desk and looked at his watch.
Fifteen minutes…
—
And the time felt like hours before he could finally leave. He stood up, and without saying goodbye to anyone simply left the building.
On his drive home, he got a text in the work group chat. He didn’t bother checking it, the last thing he needed was another god-damn update on work shit. But as the drive went on, more and more messages started coming in, spamming his phone. He angrily grabbed his phone and switched it completely off.
—
Before too long, Luka was home. He opened the door to see Miruku and Henri in the living room. He smiled as he walked in, finally an improvement to the day.
—
And with that, the day ended. Dinner was made, Luka put Henri to bed, and both Luka and Miruku sat and watched TV together. Then, it was time to go to sleep.
At around 11:52, Luka slipped himself into bed beside his already asleep wife. He smiled as he looked at her. He closed his eyes, ready to drift off…
Then a thought entered his mind. He had to go back to work the following day. His smile quickly dropped as he opened his eyes.
Fifteen minutes passed as Luka tried to sleep. He just couldn’t do it.
He stood up and walked to the kitchen, whereupon he found his phone. Still switched off.
He sighed as he grabbed a glass and poured some water. Then he switched his phone back on to check if there was anything at all interesting in the group chat.
But to his shock…
‘Has anyone seen Melisa? She left her phone in the break room.’
‘Yeah, she went to the bathroom.’
‘Okay.’
-Twenty Minutes Pass-
‘Can someone check up on Melisa, haven’t seen her since she went to the bathroom.’
‘HOLY SHIT SHE’S’
“Excuse me?”
‘HER BREASTS’
‘What about her breasts?’
‘THEY’RE THE SIZE OF BEANBAGS’ ‘SHE CAN’T MOVE’
‘What?’
Luka was baffled. He frantically scrolled through the messages, finding more and more people discovering what happened to Melisa. Had his wish actually… worked?
Surely not. That doesn’t make sense. Luka strictly didn’t believe in magic… but breasts don’t just grow like that.
It had to be a coincidence.
A really… really odd coincidence.
He looked at the time, remembering the letter. Midnight…
It was past midnight. Technically, if this ‘fairytale’ were true, he’d be able to make another wish.
But this wasn’t real.
Right?
—
Luka approached the bedroom, seeing Miruku asleep on her side of the bed. He looked at her, seeing her body.
“No way,” he whispered to himself, “this isn’t real, I’m being stupid,” he said. He contained to try and convince himself it wasn’t real, “it’s not real, just make a wish,” he said to himself,
“I wish…”