Suddenly Naryanne appeared in front of Chris, smirking. Chris stared at her in disbelief for several moments, before she spoke four words.
"Your wish is granted."
Chris stared at her, dumbfounded, when he felt an itching in his chest. He reached up to scratch it, but was shocked to find his nipples had swollen to the size of thimbles! He gasped as he felt his chest muscles slacken and soft tissue sprouted under the skin. Too terrified even to blink, Chris gawped as his t-shirt filled up with sensitive flesh. Tears ran down his face as his throbbing nipples rubbed against the polyester fabric.
The swelling stopped, but then his t-shirt itself began to change. Seams altered themselves and the pieces of material altered their shape. The colour changed from dark blue to rosey pink. The base of the shirt drew in until it was tight against his navel. Then the material that wrapped around his chest expanded until it did not feel so tight against his raw nipples. Though he didn't notice them, the sleeves grew shorter and adjusted themselves to their new length, just over his shoulder. Then the neck of his t-shirt plunged south, finally revealing to him what he had feared.
Realisation came quickly, inspired by the hairless chasm he gazed into, between twin mountains of tissue. Breasts! Enormous breasts on his chest!! What the hell?!
"Now men truly have half the selection of women," laughed Naryanne, "the top half that is!"
As a final insult, the word MILK appeared in fluffy white letters across the front of his feminine top.
"Who... who are you?" Tom found his voice.
"I am Naryanne, the Deliverer. This world is my plaything."
"Are you.. a god??"
"Oh please, no! Nothing so insignificant."
Chris clasped his generous mammaries in his trembling hands.
Naryanne continued, "There's nothing you can do, Mr Chris. They're yours for the rest of your life, or until someone else makes a foolish wish to the contrary."
"A wish to the contrary?"
"What are you doing??" snapped Rhian, impatiently. "You're embarressing me!"
"I was..."
"Talking to yourself, I know!"
"Ms Rhian can't see me, Mr Chris. Nor can anyone else right now. Only you can see me, Mr Chris," said Naryanne, as she slowly vanished into nothingness.
"Wait!" cried Chris, in vain.
"Wait? I am waiting Chris! I'm waiting for you," replied Rhian. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," said Chris in a dry voice, looking at his large bosom miserabley.
"Okay!" replied Rhian. "Come on then, we haven't finished shopping yet," she tugged on chris's arm, leading him to the shop's door. She continued to talk about shopping, "You need to get fitted again, remember? I can't believe you're a D now! I have a boyfriend with bigger breasts than me," she laughed, "I suppose I should be embarressed!"
