I always wanted an item that has the ability to grant wishes. It is a bit unfortunate that I can't wish myself a better body or gain superpowers, but an unlimited amount of wishes still sounds pretty good. Still holding the WishStone, I was walking along the coast when I found the perfect target to test out the stone's power.
Lounging about on her beach chair, the raven-haired lady was getting her tan from Florida's sun. Wearing a simple green bikini with some yellow details, it showed off her modest breasts and her shapely butt that is semi-hidden from her chair. The potential guinea pig for my experiments is sound asleep, which is perfect for me to play around with.
So, like what the WishStone told me about how to work its magic, I close my eyes, grip the stone tightly in my hand, and picture what I wanted. And what I pictured was the woman in front of me but younger with her breasts and butt bigger than her.
After a few seconds, I felt the WishStone warmed up a little in my hand. Like it was starting up for the first time in centuries. Then I opened my eyes and witnessed my first transformation in person. The lady was still asleep while the years ran away from her, making her into a younger girl. As the years passed my magic tester by, her tits grew in size along with her tush. It was like all those years of adulthood were being sucked into her assets.
Speaking of ass, the ex-woman's butt has grown wide enough that the chair's armrest broke away. Even though the cheap plastic beach chair made a loud "CRACK", the late teen girl was still napping away as if nothing happened. The triangles of her bikini barely kept up their owner's growth, preserving less and less of the teenage girl's modesty.
Soon enough, where the woman, who once had average size assets, is now a pre-teen girl who is hidden between her hyper-sexualized bust and couch-size ass. It was after this point that the girl woke up and realized how much she lost and gained from the WishStone. But I forgot to add mental protection on her/ change the world so that it is normal for a 12-year-old to weigh over a ton in her tits alone. So, she screams her little head off in her younger voice, which adds more to her panic and fear.
Looking around, I can see that there is no one else on this strip of sand. Which is unfortunate for the panicking, prepubescence girl but not for me. I hurried over to the beached whale of the girl's bosom and announced myself to the hyper-sexualized girl. "I heard a scream, are you okay little girl?" I asked her, knowing that I had caused her to be like this. "Do I look like I'm okay, asshole! I can't see past my breasts, my giant butt made it impossible for me to get up, and I am having a killer wedgie right now!! So no, I'm not okay idiot!"
The foul language that came from such a cute, yet sexualized, girl really got on my nerves. "If you don't stop cursing at me, I will blow up your lip so much that not even moans can be heard from you," I said while holding the rock in my hand. The immobile girl stopped complaining and stared at me. "You. You did this to me. Are you crazy or a sick pedo that gets off at -" Before she has a chance to bitch some more, I used the stone to visualize her with such fat lips that they rest in her cleavage. Thus, silencing her like I said I would.
"DON'T CALL ME CRAZY!!! Crazy has a lot of negative connotations with it. I prefer the term "Mad". And when I allow you to talk again, without you raving at me like I'm the one at fault, I would like you to call me Mad Min." I used the WishStone for the third time to transform the broken beach chair into a cart for my newest playmate to become mobile enough to bring her to my car.