Mikey whispered miserably to himself as they walked through the hall, "I wish I was at home..."
A bright flash filled his vision, and as it cleared, he realized he was sitting on the couch. His boobies pulled on his chest, making him lean forward, and Mikey grinned as he realized what happened. The rock was magic! Unable to pull it out of his pocket, he just trusted it to grant another wish. "I wish I didn't have these boobies anymore."
But they were still there, still two mountains on his ten-year-old chest, naturally pushed together since there wasn't as much space as on Miss Grant. Still pulling on him. "Well, then I wish these didn't pull so much, they were... firmer." He finished awkwardly, searching for the word.
Looking down, he saw his shirt stretch tighter at the top as his boobies lifted up, nearly pushing straight out now, maybe lifted up by an invisible bra. There wasn't nearly as much weight pulling down on him now, and he sighed in relief.
"Hey, little bro." Zoe came downstairs, black lips grinning. "How's your titty troubles?" Her grin, strangely, was marred by something else. Something Mikey couldn't quite recognize. She walked up to him, deliberately standing in front of the TV he hadn't been watching anyway. "Your boobs are wasted on you, Mikey."
She frowned, and Mikey suddenly realized what the "something else" had been. Zoe was jealous! "Yeah?" He grinned back. "Well, I wish you had big boobies too!" He closed his eyes against the bright flash he'd anticipated, and opened his eyes to see a very well-endowed Zoe. They didn't look quite so ridiculous on her. She just stared slack-jawed between her chest and Mikey.
"What the hell did you do?!"
