I pointed my wand at Staci and made a wish. A loud rushing whir filled the air as her tattered clothing lifted away from her body and was vacuumed into my wand.
"Hmm," I said as I examined the police woman standing before me in her skimpy bra, thong, and riding boots. "One of these things does not match the others!" I announced cheerfully and gestured towards Staci's boots as I made a wish. Abruptly Staci's head bobbed upwards a couple inches and she staggered as her feet settled into a pair of 4-inch stiletto heeled shoes. They were a bright satiny red that matched her underwear, with tiny rhinestones on the straps. "There!" I said to the audience, "Doesn't she look pretty? Show the audience how pretty you are Staci!"
Staci was back to blushing furiously, but still being a good sport she posed and waved to the crowd. The cheers and cat-calls were deafening, as many from women as from men. I gestured again with my wand and Staci was wearing a sleek pair of fishnet stockings. She turned and strutted around the stage, showing off her legs and perfect rounded ass in her tiny thong.
As she neared one edge I gestured again and she was wearing cuffs and a collar as if she were a playboy bunny. She stood and obligingly jiggled her breasts back and forth for the crowd. "Alright, alright, enough of you voyeurs!" I called and with a final flourish wished a slinky low-cut cocktail waitress dress to cover Staci's underwear.
The crowd booed and there were various cries for her to begin stripping. Staci, still being a good sport, bared a shoulder and bent over to let some college coeds near the stage look down her dress. "Hey now!" I cried. "You're here to see me, not her!" the boos and cheers trailed off. "But if thats what you really want..."
I waved the wand and officer Staci's bra and panties appeared swinging around it. I flipped them into the air and they disappeared. Across the stage Staci's breasts slumped back into their natural position as she mock-gasped and twirled a bit, causing what little there was of her skirt to flair up, revealing her bare pussy and ass.
I held out a hand and Staci strutted over to grasp it. Between her heels and the tiny dress her tits bounced so much when she walked that they seemed to have a life of their own. The crowd was cheering itself hoarse and clapping so hard I was afraid they'd bruise their hands.
We took a bow and I wished Staci's breasts to be youthfully firm, perky, and several inches larger. As we stood up from the bow Staci stared down at her chest in astonishment, and the crowd gasped and cheered louder than ever.
"Folks, the show's over for now since Officer Staci and I need to recover her horse!" The crowd dispersed as Staci and I walked over to her mount. She had some trouble with her heels sinking into the turf, and had trouble seeing her footing past her now massive breasts. She caught hold of Sam's bridal still shooting amazed glances down her dress.
"Are they real?" she asked in a quiet voice, then bit her lip.
"Yup!" I replied, reaching out and cupping her breast for a quick grope before she could react. "100% milk-meat." I said giving her tit a squeeze before letting go. In a way this was my test of the torture I'd just put her through; the only thing keeping her from using her police training to knock out or kill me was the memory of her recent helplessness. I figured if she accepted and let me play with her tits she'd be completely cowed and let me do anything else I wanted.
She let out a muffled moan as I squeezed and her mouth dropped open. her pupils were huge and dark and she was breathing quickly, nearly panting. She looked me in the eye and pushed out her chest slightly, softly breathing "more" as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back. I slipped the straps off her shoulders and began fondling her huge youthful breasts as the dress slithered off her hips.
I whispered a quick wish that no one would pay attention to us and leaned forward to suck on Staci's stiff pink nipples. "Oh god, oh god, oh they're amazing! oh thank you! oh, oohm, harder!" her hands forced my face to press firmly against her breast and I wondered for a second if she meant to smother me. her moans abruptly ratcheted up in pitch and she threw her head back and forth screaming loudly as she pressed me tight against her "Oh yes, yes, oh my god!"
She slumped against me and I let her nipple slip from my mouth. Staci was still moaning softly and rubbed her chest dreamily against mine. I noticed a musky smell and slid my hand down to find her thighs damp and sticky. "Mmmm," she purred, "I always wanted bigger boobs, bought that bra to look at myself in the mirror and pretend they were getting bigger, outgrowing my clothes. god I was so horny up there at the end! I was afraid you'd done something--read my mind and were going to have me live out all my nightmares and fantasies."
"Oh," I asked, "what did you have in mind?"
"Well," she said, there's this one..."