She was clearly distracted, so I took advantage of her averted eyes and whispered another wish.
Slowly, her breasts began to expand again. She felt the change much more quicly this time, and gave a bewildered squeal as her shirt stretched even more than before. "Danielle!" I cried, masking my delight with worry. She stepped back, adjusting the new weight and size--her bust almost two feet across. By now her clothes were beginning to burst at the seams.
"Come on," I said, escorting her into a nearby alcove, where we wouldn't be seen. "Let's get you out of public."
Short of breath, she paused as we ducked in off the street. Suddenly she looked up. "It's going to happen to you too again!"