“Ugh!” Travis said as he tugged on the breasts attached to his, now her, chest. Finally giving up, he let go, and they flopped and wobbled in their new freedom. “They aren’t fake…” he stammered, in shock with the realization of his new body. “They’re real…really attached…and they’re…mine…my boobs…” He jumped back a bit, sending his new assets shaking once again, a motion he was unfamiliar with. He was going to have to get used to “unfamiliar”.
I had two left feet. My girlfriend loved dancing, but I just sucked at it. She would move like air, and sway her ass in such a sexy way, that would make any guy fall for her. So when I was granted a wish stone, I wanted to be the best dance partner she could ever have. I wanted to be a great dancer.
“What do you mean they’re not growing?” my girlfriend shouted as she flexed her shoulders, causing her shirt to unbutton itself and her tits to come spilling out.
“How else could I make THAT happen?”
“Wait is this the men’s restroom?” I asked myself when I saw a dress and a pink dildo lying on the sink. I got out, and checked, the sign. “Yes men’s bedroom. Must be some kind of prank or something” I told myself. I went straight to the urinal, I just had to pee after all the beer I had drank at the party. As I washed my hands, I just couldn’t help but look at it. I swear I could hear it calling my name. I was ready to go back out to the party.