My mouth fell open as people began to turn in response to the terrified shrieking. Some people just stopped and stared at the naked blonde woman. More than one turned away in embarassment. And still others pointed in disgust.
A minute or two passed by before a black and white police car rolled down the street. I watched as two officers hopped out of their car, cuffed the hysterical woman, wrapped her in a coat, and spirited her away in the back of the car. I looked across the street, amazed by how quickly that had happened and noticed a doughnut shop at which two other cop cars sat parked.
My heart began to pound in my ears and I did the only thing I could think of. I ran away! As fast as I could, as far as I could, until my legs could no longer carry me any further. I found myself standing outside a coffee shop, breathing heavily, and I took a deep breath and calmed myself before I stepped inside.
At the entrance to the small cafe I gathered my wits and entered like nothing at all weird had just happened. I ordered a muffin, paid the middle aged woman at the counter, and sat down in the corner. I looked down at my new ring, gulped, and zoned out for a few minutes.
*I* knew what had just happened. I knew I wasn't dreaming, or crazy, or under some kind of hypnosis. Then I thought of the old lady's bus stopping suddenly. Who was she? I wondered to myself. Why me? Regardless, I doubted I'd ever see the old lady again. I felt bad for the girl I had wished naked. The image of her shrieking horror made me guilty.
"I wish I hadn't fucked up her life." I mumbled sadly. To my amazement, the same girl swung open the door and walked into the coffee shop!! She was clothed, of course, and clearly in no distress. She sat down with a drink, pulled out an iPhone from her purse, and started texting someone. Either fate was messing with me today, or the universe was really this weird and I'd never noticed before.
Was it really that easy to mess with everyone?! Everything? Do whatever I wanted? I had to find out.
I looked around the coffee shop. The patrons were the usual type. An aged businessman. Two college girls. A hockey mom with her Navigator parked outside. The two counter people. One the middle aged woman, one a pimply faced teenage boy who clearly looked like a goth forced to take the metal out of his face for an honest day's pay. And of course, my previously naked friend.
An evil smile crossed my lips as my eyes drew to the two young college girls. One was a somewhat average nerdy brunette. The other was an animated and much bustier blonde in a sweater. A sweater that was designed to show off her ample chest.
I looked down at my ring and smirked. "I wish nobody would notice me here." There. A safety net for what was to come. I stared at the blonde's chest. Two fair sized orbs defined under the fabric of her sweater. Maybe she was trying to accentuate them for the boys or genuinely trying to hide them. Either way, I couldn't resist a little experiment.
"I wish the blonde girl's boobs would get a little bigger. Not enough to draw her attention." I whispered the wish, smirking.
Sure enough, right before my eyes the blonde's already decent boobs slowly filled out further. Though nobody else noticed, the curvative of her fine rack pressed forward just a little more, pulling her sweater a little tighter.
"Damn!" I gasped, watching her swell. "I wish the blonde's boobs would get a little bigger still. Enough to be a little uncomfortable."
Her breasts obeyed my whims. Now they pressed further still, their outline growing decidedly bigger around and pushing forward a little more. It was enough to outline two cute nipple bumps under her top. She barely stopped talking, winced in annoyance, and adjusted her bra. Neither girl noticed.
Stop? Nah. "I wish the blonde's boobs would grow a lot more." By now I was fixated and excited.
Now they really responded. The two outlines of her boobs seemed to blow up like balloons. Little by little, they filled bigger and rounder, gaining not only cup but band size. Soon the blonde's melons had damn near become basketballs and her tiny sweater was struggling to keep it all in, stretched tight over two huge luscious boobs. I could only imagine how her bra felt.
Now the two girls paused in their conversation. The brunette went wide eyed, pointed, and the blonde gasped and cupped herself in shock. The brunette put her hand to her mouth, stunned, and the blonde looked around nervously to see if anybody had noticed her sudden growth.
"I wish that the size of her boobs was perfectly normal." I grinned.
Both girls resumed their conversation like nothing had happened. The blonde's enormous natural tits bobbing and jiggling as she moved.
"I also wish she was wearing a t-shirt."
And the blonde was suddenly wearing a large t-shirt that hung off her huge tits and billowed down to her waist.
Again, the two girls gaped.
"Oh, I wish that her new shirt was what she was wearing all along."
And finally, the girls acted like there was nothing amiss.
I looked down at my ring, laughed to myself, and tried to decide what to do next.