And immediately brushed that though aside.
A genie just gave me fucking transformation powers. There is no way that I'm going to just let this pass me up.
Joanna looked back down at her chest, taking off her shirt to get a better look. An activity she tried to avoid normally.
She concentrated her mind upon her mammaries, filling her brain with breast as best as she could. Small curves upon her chest, capped with delicate nipples, almost small enough to be mistaken for the curve of her pectoral muscles.
And then, she imagined them changing, swelling, getting larger until they filled her hands and she could feel their heft.
Her chest once again began to glow...
