You bring out the flashlight and place it on the table between the two of you. Ciara looks at it, then at you, and raises an eyebrow.
“This,” you begin, “is a magical artefact.”
She snorts. “Sure. Pull the other one.”
“No, I’m being serious,” you insist, and grab her hand, placing it atop the flashlight. You turn it to pink, and shoot it at her breasts, and the two of you watch as they begin to expand. Not much, you turn it off pretty quickly (you do not want to freak her out too much just yet) but enough that she’s gone up a size to a C-cup. It’s definitely enough for her to notice.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. “That is actually magic.”
You nod.
“And you can use this on, like, anything?”
“Yup. And as long as I have it set to unaware, no one else will notice. You’ll only see it if you touch it.”
“Wow,” she mutters, looking down at her newly-grown knockers. She prods them cautiously, as if they could somehow be fake. But, no, the flesh is warm and just as soft as they were before, if not more so. She tilts her head. “Wait, did my shirt grow too?”
You frown. “Yeah, I guess it did. I think it changes reality at the same time.”
“Aw, so no bursting out of my clothes,” she says with a pout. You raise an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know you had that sort of fantasy.”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Ciara giggles, and boops your nose. “So how about we go home, and you can learn a bit more…”
You gulp, and nod. “Yes, ma’am.” It’s the quickest drive you’ve ever been on. Even if you nearly swerve the car because your girlfriend decides to unbutton her shirt and let those gorgeous breasts breathe.
The second you get home, Ciara throws the bags aside and catches you by the collar, hungrily grabbing a kiss from your lips.
“You know, I couldn’t stop thinking on the way home how hot it would be to have you sculpt my body,” she whispers to you, as she wraps her arms around you.
“What do you want to be?” you mumble back.
“Anything. I just want you to change me.”
“And you want to know what’s happening?”
Ciara thinks for a second. “Um, actually…”