The winner of Dave's delightful little contest is the auburn waitress. He gets excited at the prospect; there's a lot more he feels that he can do to mess with a busty chick than a flat chested one, such as making her tits prohibitively bigger, turning her into a bimbo, and the like. Of course, it isn't up to him. Whatever strange desires were floating around in this young waitress's head will be determining what happens to the raven haired one. Before that question can even be asked, Dave has to have lunch. So he does, going through the usual motions, being placed at a table and ordering a meal, waiting half an hour for service. Almost an hour and a half after arriving a now stuffed Dave pulls out his pen and begins writing.
"That waitress who served me will sit down and believe everything I tell her"
Just as he writes, the waitress abandons whatever task she is doing and sits down opposite of him. Her face gives off a look of confusion, but for reasons unknown to her, it seems right to talk to this man.
"Hello there Miss" he breaks the silence. "I've some wonderful news for you. It seems you've won a rather fabulous contest!"
"A contest, you say? What kind of contest?" she replies with keen interest
"The kind of contest is unimportant really. All that matters is your prize. And a great prize it is; Using my powers, I will grant literally any change you can think of for your body. Want bigger tits? Done. Lose 15 pounds? I Got ya covered. Sprout Wings and fly like a bird? Get sailing Missy."
"My god!" she nearly shouts. "That's amazing! How do I claim it?"
"Easy there girl" he calm her. "There's a slight catch. Before you get your wish, you gotta use another wish on that raven haired waitress over there. A negative one, at that"
"Negative? Like kill her?"
"Ha ha, no, not that extreme. Just some change to balance it out."
"Well, what if I don't want to hurt her?"
"I don't want to, but failure to comply means I'll have to give the prize to her, and I feel she'll be less forgiving than you. Wanna spend the rest of your life as a bra?"
"Gah..." she squeaked out. After a few moments of silence, she finally replied. "F-fine, I'll do it... I wish that..."