"Can, can you really give her bigger tits, just by wishing?" Arnold asked.
"Sure!" I said. "I can give her jugs the size of beach balls if I wanted. Hell, I could even make her enjoy it!"
Arnold winced. "Nah, tits that big just look gross and fake." He looked at the screen for a bit and licked his lips. "Maybe, I d'know, twice as big? And making her like them sounds good, she looks kinda tense."
"Whatta you mean?" I asked. "All we can see is her chest! I wish the camera would pan out a bit."
On screen the camera pulled back showing Lauren's white-knuckled grip on the desk. Sweat streamed down her face smearing her make-up as she took a deep breath and screamed again. Her mouth gaped open, though with her microphone off no sound came through. The ticker changed to 'Lauren Wu, aged 28, distraught anchorwoman' Her blouse appeared to be made of some gauzy material leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Dude!" Arnold shouted. "She's like, flipping out! Do something!" He looked wildly at me. "I mean, sure, titties are great and all but that's just not cool!"
I scowled at Arnold, but realized he had a point. I'd just wanted to have some fun with her.
"I wish Lauren to be calm, collected and analytical about her situation, and her hair and makeup fixed. There are you happy?"
"Well, yeah." Arnold said grudgingly. "But what about her tits?"
***
Lauren let her breath out with a puff. Her throat hurt from the screaming, but otherwise she felt fine. She glanced at the "on-air" screen and saw the camera had pulled back, but her tits were still clearly visible. Experimentally she tried moving her left arm across her chest and felt it go numb again and fall to her side. She reached up with her right hand and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
'Ok,' she thought to herself, 'I can move as long as I don't cover myself.' When feeling returned to her arm she braced herself to get up and found she couldn't lift herself out of her seat. Further experiments proved she couldn't turn her chest away from the camera, and that no one in the studio seemed the slightest bit concerned about her plight.
"Hey, Barry! Alice? Ted? Anyone?" Movement brought her attention back to the "on-air" camera. It had zoomed back in on her breasts. Her blouse was only visible as a silvery sheen where it clung to the sides and bottom of her tits and where it tented over her nipples. 'Lauren Wu's Breasts, 37D, newly enhanced' scrolled along the bottom of the screen.
Lauren gaped down and reflexively brought her hands up to cup her breasts. She was almost as startled that she was allowed to touch them as she was by how good cupping them felt! Even her tight blouse felt great as tits pressed against it when she inhaled. She felt her nipples tighten again and noticed they seemed bigger than she remembered. She squeezed her tits lightly and moaned softly at the wave of pleasure she felt. She glanced back at the screen.
"38F!?" Lauren shouted. "You've gotta be kidding me!" She stared at the screen showing her hands gently massaging her swollen mammaries. The waves of pleasure were tingling down her spine and causing sympathetic tingling in her crotch. She struggled and lifted her breasts slightly, watching her flesh overflow her hands and trembling at the sensation. Her tight, darkened nipples stuck out like a couple of doorbells and looked as big around as half-dollars. Lauren gasped as she felt a sudden flood of wetness spurt from her pussy, totally soaking her panties.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, they're fantastic!" she chanted in time with squeezing her jugs and shifting to rub her thighs together.
***
Arnold stared at the screen, listening to Lauren's panting voice and keening moans as she shifted from squeezing her breasts to tweaking her nipples. 'Lauren Wu, feeling up her 38F funbags, rapidly nearing orgasm.' scrolled across the bottom of the screen.
"Dude, um, if I don't take care of this boner I won't be able to walk tomorrow." Arnold glanced at his erection, and surreptitiously over at mine.
"Sure, no problem!" I said smiling.