Naomi spoke up quickly, "Jen, do me next."
Jen twisted stiffly to look at Naomi. With a bit of awkward movements, Jen pushed herself into a seated position on the bed. "Alright, what do you want me to change?"
Before Naomi could answer the balloon lady spoke up, "Maybe we should move downstairs. It feels a little cramped in here."
Nods all around and the three girls started down to the living-room and its plush seating. Jen found it difficult to walk with nearly frozen knees and pointed feet. She needed to lean heavily on Naomi as they went down the stair case. Cathy taking advantage of her light body simply tossed herself down the incline bouncing as she went. In the large, dark room on the main floor the game continued.
"I can't believe you turned me into a doll, Cathy," Jen said a little hurt. If it weren't for her voice her emotion could not be determined. Jen was trying to rub her feet with her fused fingers but her legs were just a little too long and just a little too stiff to reach. "I mean look at me. I feel so weird." Jen's face returned to her smoldering grin when she finished talking.
"Yeah, well you should have been more clear when you made me a killer-whale-blow-up-sex-doll, Jen." Cathy flopped down into an arm chair as huffingly as she could. Being a plastic balloon made the drop much less satisfying. "I guess we just have to be more careful."
"Right," said Naomi. "Now, Jen, I want you to say this just right. I want bigger boobs."
Cathy laughed. Jen snickered. Naomi looked between the two. "What? I want bigger breasts. Everyone wants bigger boobs."
"Are you sure you don't want to be made back into a skinned person?" Cathy said. "Are big tits really so important to you Naomi?"
"Hey! I'm at least enjoying this. You just want to do boring research and Jen just wants to use it to be hotter. I want to have some fun. I actually like being made of latex." To illustrate, Naomi did a little dance. She made her way over to a lamp and turned it on. The other girls watched as the black, rubber girl moved around the room clearing things. The glossy surface of her body gleamed and reflected the light in a mesmerizing effect. Her curves flexed and rolled catching the eye as Naomi moved fluidly. Her body squeaked and popped where latex surface met latex. "I feel so ... sexy."
"Fine, but I don't like being made of plastic," Jen said. "How big do you want them?"
"Well, actually, I've been thinking of something different." Naomi danced over to Jen and whispered into her ear. If Jen had the ability her face would have turned to one of shock then playfulness.
"Alright, Naomi," she said laughing a little. "I'll give you what you wanted." The Question was asked and answered. "Naomi, your transformation is that when you become excited or aroused your breasts will grow slowly larger but will remain round and perky and they will continue to grow until you calm down or they become as big as basketballs then they will shrink back to the size they are now."
When Jen finished Naomi felt the magic touch her breasts then reside there. Naomi could feel that her breasts were somehow more alive than ever before. They were still a part of her body but now they could become active and could change almost without her consent. Tied to her emotions, Naomi felt a slight thrill that part of her was now wild and unrestrained. Something she had always more than knew was switched on in Naomi's body. Her heart quickened and her pulse pounded. She was getting excited and aroused at the thought.
Then she felt the new pressure. Her breasts were growing. Her handfuls of breasts felt more solid and warmed. As she looked she could barely make out that they were getting bigger. Naomi stripped off her top leaving her sport bra on to see if it were visible. Slowly her orbs seemed to shift and change. The pressure that was making them bigger did not let up and she felt so excited that she knew they would continue to their maximum.
Pulling her attention away from her breasts, Naomi found the others looking at her. Slowly laughter spread between all three as the ridiculousness of the situation made itself felt.
"I can't believe you did that," Cathy said between fits of laughter.
"Why not? I can always change it back later." Naomi smiled at her sister. Deep down she did not want to admit to anyone that she never intended to give this up. And that thought excited her, fueling her growing breasts.
"But growing breasts? Come on, Naomi, that is just so juvenile." Cathy laughed.
"Don't knock it until you've tried it. And now it is your turn. What do you want?"