Mikey thought to himself about what he wanted, and he remembered what he had found once in his brothers room. He knew a good degree about females, despite being 8 years old. One thing he liked to do was sneak into Jon's room and look at the pictures in the stash of dirty magazines he held under the bed. Mikey liked looking at all the big breasted women.
Knowing this, his mind thought that he could have something better than a magazine, he could get the real thing in his room right now. He could squeeze and fondle a pair of breasts to his hearts content. All he had to do was wish for one and it would appear.
"I wish that I had a pair of gigantic boobs I could fondle!" He felt the stone grow hot and he looked away for a moment. He turned back, and was disappointed to see nothing in front of him. Thinking maybe the stone had lost power, he dropped it on the floor and tried to find something better to do with his time. Until he felt a burning sensation in his chest.
"What the..." he said...scratching at his chest as it itched furiously. He pulled off his shirt to see what was happening, and was stunned to see the flesh around his nipples beginning to ripple and mold. He felt tingling in other parts of his body as well, but the greatest concentration was on his chest. He watched in fascination and horror as his chest began to blossom out, growing at first slowly, and then exploding into a large growth of titflesh. Larger and larger they grew, until Mikey could scarcely get his hands around them. They finally stopped, and Mikey let out a yelp.
He turned to a mirror, and was shocked even further to see the mammoth boobs hanging off of his chest. He had grown slightly taller, to accomodate the amazing tits, but that was not all. His hair had lengthened down to his shoulders, becoming a light brown color. Mikey let out a high pitched wail as he felt around in his suddenly too tight jeans. He threw them off his widened hips and screamed when he saw a girl's vagina sticking between his legs.
Hearing the scream, Mikey's mother came rushing in. "What's wrong dear?" she asked, worried.
"Look at me!!!" Mikey screamed, pointing at the reflection in the mirror, "I'm a...a..."
"I know it's hard being this early of a bloomer dear," his mother said reassuringly, "But it just means you're becoming a woman even faster."
Mikey...now to everyone else known as Michelle...shook her head in disbelief, forgetting the rock that had rolled underneath her bed...
