"Ohhh fuck... what time is it?" Susan moaned reaching for her ringing phone.
"Hey sweetie how's it going?" Alan chirped from the other side.
"Hey baby! Good! On your way back yet?" Susan asked as she tried to hide her tiredness.
"Only a couple hours to go. Just checking if I needed to grab anything on the way back. I know you might not want to be leaving the house right now." He responded and Susan could almost see his grin from here.
"Mhhhmmm...." She said as she peered beneath her sheets to see to mounds erupting from her chest. "You might be surprised about that... but I think I'd rather you just hurry home."
"Your wish is my command." Alan said hanging up the call.
"I can't believe he's almost back... I've really overslept. I really should have gotten to sleep sooner." But she knew what had kept her up last night. After all the excitement she had rushed home and absolutely ravished herself. Everything she had done all day, all the attention, lust, craving she had received had fueled a marathon of activity on her bed. And then when she was recovering she had retrieved the medallion and used it on the skimpy, well calling it a bra would be giving it to much credit, garment she had purchased from Naomi before falling asleep. She was afraid that maybe the Stripper hadn't been as truthful as she wanted her to be about it not being worn before, but the lack of tattoos this morning gave her hope. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. Only she found the ground still a few inches away from the bottoms of her feet. Though they were difficult to see past her new enhancement. "Still short so that's good. Let's go see the damage..."
"Holy fuck!" She exclaimed looking at her reflection in the mirror. The top had the effect she had hopped for. The full length mirror displayed herself naked and without reference you could hardly know she was reduced in size. But jutting from her chest were two huge tits. They looked so out of place on her otherwise slim frame. And beyond that they seemed to be defying gravity.
"Are... Are these fake?!?" She asked herself as she brought up a hand to feel them. A few squeezes later gave an affirmative answer. They didn't feel like they had with her last enhanced pair. "That thing actually gave me fake tits... Wait are those surgery scars?!" She cried examining around her breast to find light scaring implying surgery. "This is un-real! How... how did it do this?" But she knew she'd only be able to give one answer to that. Magic Amulet. Explain that.
"Ok Susan come on. Alan is gonna be here in a bit and you got some cleaning to do." She chided herself as she quickly threw the sheets she'd ruined last night into the wash, only cursing lightly how much harder that task had become, and then hopped into the shower. After toweling off she donned her heels again as her Achilles had begun to pain her again and she really didn't have anything else that would easily fit. But she didn't mind as they felt so comfortable. She had tried to determine if her new tits came with any mental changes like the shoes had but if they did she hadn't found it yet. Figuring that top would fit her best now she donned it as well before finding the medallion and checking her clock.
"Sooo... I got time for one more change before Alan gets here. What to pick..."