Josh sat in bed waiting as Danielle changed into her pajamas, feeling glum. Dinner had passed by in amiable silence, the rest of the evening in their typical humdrum routine. Josh watched as Danielle dressed in a business like manner, clearly not even aware of his gaze, her mind on other things. Guess it was going to be another intimacy free evening. This was starting to become a habit. When they were first married, sex had been an almost every night event. Then it dropped to several times a week. Now they were down to less than once a week. Josh didn't like where this trend was heading. The truth was, neither of them were very interested anymore. Josh looked over at his wife, looking again at the body her knew so well. A bit soft around the middle, arms a bit flabby, thighs carrying a few too many pounds. Josh knew he shouldn't think this way, that he shouldn't be this superficial, but it was hard. Danielle probably thought the same way about him, his own body grown pretty pale and doughy over the years.
Josh watched wistfully as his wife buttoned up her pajama top over her breasts. Josh had always been a bit of a boob guy, something which had always been a sore spot with Danielle, who'd never been larger than a small B-cup. When they were younger, they'd been firm and perky enough that Josh hadn't minded so much, but now age had made soft and saggy. Josh still had the bone thing in his hand, turning it over in his palm distractedly. He really shouldn't let himself think this way, there was no point in dwelling on something they couldn't change. Nevertheless... Josh felt compelled to give voice to his desire, if only in the sanctuary of his own mind. He wished his wife had better boobs.
Josh felt the bone suddenly heat up in his hand, dropping it out of surprise. He looked down quizzically, before picking it up again. It was cold. Maybe he'd just imagined it. Josh looked back at Danielle, and nearly dropped it again. His wife's breast looked different. Josh thought he must be hallucinating, but as he watched Danielle's breast rose on her chest, pulling up as the ravages of time reversed and restored the firmness and perkiness of her younger years. In seconds, Danielle had her 20 year old breasts back on her 40 year old body. Then they started growing. Josh watched, stupefied, as Danielle's modest little handfuls began swelling, stretching her top tighter and tighter. The buttons on her top undid themselves, as if by magic, letting Josh watch as his wife developed cleavage for the first time in her life. That small valley deepened with each passing second as the orbs on her chest grew larger and fuller, pushing past C-cup, not stopping until they reached a very full D-cup.
Josh, stared at his wife, eyes glues to the large, perfectly shaped, gravity defying fun bags that projected proudly from her chest. His cock was rock hard after that display, straining against his pants. Danielle looked over, and noticing the obvious tent being pitched by his boner, smiled. Danielle walked over, boobs bouncing as her hips swayed in a deliberately exaggerated fashion. "Is that for me?" Danielle teased. Josh was floored. His wife was showing more interest in him than she'd shown in years, it was like changing her cup size had changed her whole demeanor. But how? Josh looked down at the bone in his hand. His wish. The bone had heated up right after he thought it. And now this. Could this bone really have made his wish come true?