I stared at the girls in my class for what seemed like 10 minutes straight. Their impossible breasts were hypnotizing--so large and yet so rounded and perky--and all that cleavage... I may not have meant to create a world of giant-chested women, but I sure wasn't regretting it.
Though, in spite of how much I enjoyed ogling their big boobs and the solid hard on they gave me, I couldn't help but think that they would look better if their breasts were more proportional to the rest of their bodies. And, since I didn't want to make their boobs smaller...
"I wish that the average height for women would be six-and-a-half feet tall," I said.
I watched Ms. Fahl as the change happened. She was standing in front of me, after all. As soon as I finished my sentence, her whole body sprouted upwards. With each passing second, she grew an inch taller. It was as if unseen hands were pulling her by her head and her toes, stretching her longer and proportionately skinnier. Despite her incredible growth spurt, she kept on lecturing, completely oblivious to the change. And, all the while, her clothes grew right along with her.
Soon, she was over six feet tall, but her growth didn't slow a bit. She kept going until she reached, by my best guess, nearly 6'6" tall--maybe an inch or two shorter. Even if she was shorter than the new average I had wished for, she still stood taller than any woman I had ever seen--that is, until I looked around the room some more.
All of the girls appeared to be somewhat uncomfortably crammed into their now too-small desks. Their lengthened spindly arms and legs poked out around their desks at odd angles as they all tried to find a more comfortable sitting position. Sharon, who now appeared to be a whole foot taller, about 6'7", had opted to point both knees out to her left, while resting her elbows on her desk beneath her soccer ball sized breasts.
I surveyed the room some more. The women all dwarfed the men in the room now by at least half a foot. I wondered briefly if I had changed gender politics at all by reversing the normal height differential between the sexes. I sized up the women carefully. Yes, their boobs were now more proportional to their bodies, but they were all so skinny now. All of their curves besides their chests had been stretched out of existence. This would not do.
"I wish that, on average, women would have rounder butts and hips... and a little more weight on the rest of their bodies." I said.
Again, Ms. Fahl was the center of my attention for the change. I watched her butt inflate like a pair of balloons, spreading out her hips wider and wider. In seconds, she had developed an impressive hourglass figure. Her ass was as big and round as her breasts, and her hips had to be at least two-and-a-half feet wide. Her limbs had filled out a bit more as well, making her look less skinny overall. Finally, she looked proportional.
This held true for the other girls as well. They all looked more proportional with their huge bottoms. Again, they were shifting around as their butts had now outgrown their chairs.
It was sure a sight, a room dotted with big busty amazon women. I had a hard on like I'd never felt before. I couldn't tell what was turning me on more, the gorgeous giantesses that sat before me or the rush of power I felt from using the ring. I felt godly.
"Careful," I warned myself. "Don't get too carried away. There's still plenty of ways to fuck things up if you're not careful."
Right. I had to watch myself so I didn't go totally out-of-control with my power.
"It might be best to hold off on changing the world anymore today," I said.
I stood up and walked back to my desk, taking care to avoid the female knees, feet and elbows that crowded the aisle.
Once I was seated again, I said, "I wish that everyone in the class would pay attention to me as they usually would."
A moment later, I felt Sharon's elbow nudge my shoulder to get my attention. She leaned down towards me and whispered, "Are you as bored as I am right now?"
I turned to face her, only to find I was now eye level with her amazing giant breasts.
"Actually," I whispered. "I'm not bored at all."
And then, I heard Ms. Fahl say...