My eyes immediately focused on Ms. Fahl's chest. She was wearing a somewhat conservative, button-down blouse. I could see movement under her shirt. It was as if two balloons were being slowly inflated.
"Calm down, everyone," she said as she tried to bring the class to order before starting her lesson. "Please turn to page... oooh."
She had noticed the pressure under her bra for sure by now. Her previously non-existent breasts were now at least a small pair of B cups.
She looked down worried at the unexpected tenting of her shirt and muttered, "What the...?"
I had to act fast. I whispered, "I wish that her bra will grow to fit her breasts, whatever size they become. And... and, I wish that she won't notice the change to her breasts."
As soon as I finished wishing, the worried look on her face vanished.
"Excuse me," she said. "Please turn to page 56 in the anthology..."
Even as she spoke, her breasts continued to grow. Soon, they were straining against the buttons of her blouse. I silently kicked myself for not wishing all of her clothes to grow larger instead of just her breasts. The other students, noticing the change to her chest began to mutter and whisper to each other.
"Did you just do that?" asked Sharon. "I mean, you just wished for that and it happened."
Seeing things quickly spiraling out of control, I quickly said, "I wish that everyone thinks that Ms. Fahl's breast size is normal except for me... and Sharon." As soon as I said that, everyone in the class calmed down, except for me and Sharon. I wondered, as soon as I said her name, just why I had included Sharon as an exception with me.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "You did do that. You're making real wishes. Holy shit."
"Quiet," I said. "Listen, I'll tell you all about it after class."
Sharon looked as though she wanted to say more, but she held it back and just smiled at me and nodded.
I looked down at Ms. Fahl again. The top two buttons of her blouse had popped off, revealing a deep line of cleavage between a pair of perfectly formed D cup breasts. Neither her, nor the other students appeared surprised by this at all. I just breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to concentrate on class, though it wasn't easy considering how distracting Ms. Fahl's body was now.
For a brief moment, I considered changing her back to normal. Then, I came to my senses and decided that I had done the whole world a favor just now. I had added a little more beauty to the lives of all of Ms. Fahl's students. As an added kindness, I quietly wished that she would have a full wardrobe of clothes that fit her new body, and that she would never suffer any back pain or other ill effects from her large breasts.
The class came to an end, and I walked out satisfied with my wishing. I had certainly dodged a bullet in there. I made a mental note to be more careful about what I say in the future. But, as I entered the hallway, I felt a tug on my sleeve. Turing around, I found Sharon staring at me in wonder.
"So are you going to tell me what's going on or what?" she asked.