Joe wished away the slut's cloths, if they could iven be called that. He then wished that all of his clothing was the right size for his new cock, and would grow to accomidate his balls. As he pulled on his new clothing, he thought about how the slut had moaned when he touched her breasts. He had a strange desire to know how it would feel to have his own. "I wish I had globe sized breasts." He felt a tugging on his cheast and saw his shirt push out. He wished for a mirror on the back of his door. He saw the strangest thing ever. Along with the massive bulge in his pants and under his shirt, he had two giant bulges on his cheast. They were so big that they had pulled his shirt up a couple of inches. His nipples stuck out at least three inches. The weight of his endowments was real begining to hurt his back. He tried in vain to pull his shirt off, but his breasts were two big. He finnaly just wished it off. He saw breasts that were much like his sluts, but much bigger. Joe gasped when he flicked one of his nipples. The feeling was just as good as fucking the slut had been. Joe wished for a bra that was big enough to fit his massive endowments. A red silk bra with huge cups appeared on his bed. As he walked over to it, he felt the alien sensation of his breasts swaying. It was strangly erotic the way they kept time while he walked. He picked up the bra and somehow knew exactly how to put it on. Finnaly, Joe wished that all of his shirts would change to fit his rack.