I had too think quickly, but the choice wasn't too hard for me though. 'Well, what's it going to be Joey?'
Amanda asked impatiently. 'The boobs.' I responded abruptly. She pulled back a bit. 'Good choice,' she said
followed by her wish 'I wish that Joey had boobs!' I closed my eyes hoping that nothing would happen, and for a
second it seemed that indeed nothing would happen.
But that changed when I felt a strange sensation in my chest, kinda like it had fallen asleep. I looked down at
my chest and it started feeling extremely itchy. I started scratching it but found that my shirt was not helping
with the itch, so I took my shirt of. After that, another sensation entered my chest: with each inhale, my chest
would bulge a little more, but it wouldn't bulge down. After a few breaths, the were some small tits covering my
chest, a few more breaths and they had increased to about the size of a basketball. I had to try my best to keep
my balance, as I was quite put of balance by the new weight on my chest bouncing up and down as I moved.
'Are you enjoying the new chest Joey?' Amanda asked me with an evil grin on her face. 'Unfortunately, we don't
have much time to appreciate it, since it is time for your next round of questions.' I looked at Amanda in
despair. 'Please don't do this to me Amanda!' I begged her. She ignored my plead and just continued talking 'For
your next options you can choose to either have a skin like latex, grow goat-like horns or become three years of
age, with your same thoughts AND your breasts of course. But first, let's just put you back to your original
size.' She wished for me to grow again, but made me just a tiny bit smaller than she was.