"Hey Karyn" Jon called over to her, pointing toward Carly, the woman working in the salon. "Want to swap breasts with her? She looks roughly your old size."
As Karyn turned to look, Jon made a wish under his breath, inaudible to Karyn. "I wish Karyn would agree to swap her breasts with Carly, then find an excuse to go home, leaving me here."
Karyn smiled, "That would be perfect Jon. Just be quick, I've got to get home.". "Completely forgot my aunt is visiting today." she lied.
Jon leaned in close to Karyn, so she could hear the wish clearly over the noise of the mall. "I wish Karyn and Carly would swap breasts.". Both Jon and Karyn felt the need to close their eyes,
as they looked to check the outcome, Karyn let out a sigh, as her breasts were now much more manageable. She then turned and began to jog away, waving back to Jon.
"Excellent" though Jon, "Now to have some fun, without Karyn ever knowing anything happened", he smiled. Things were about to change drastically with no-one to keep tabs on him.
Jon turned his attention back to the salon worker, Carly. Her blouse now strained with the size of her now DD-cup breasts. Jon clutched the stone and made a wish.
Whispering, Jon spoke the wish, "I wish I would switch my butt and hips with Carly". He felt his jeans tighten up around his waist and groin as Carly's curvaceous behind became his own.
Carly, now looked far more top-heavy. Her black pencil skirt barely finding any curve to hug, hung almost flat with her masculine hips and butt.
Jon decided he'd done enough damage to the salon for now, so turned and strolled down towards the woman's clothes shops. His hips somewhat swaying as he walked.
As he wandered through the mall, his gaze was caught by a young woman buying some underwear. She was around 5'7", with long flowing red hair. She was dressed casually, a white tank-top and skinny jeans.
But what had caught Jon's attention more than this was her breasts. She was a perky B-cup. Jon never had a thing for large breasts, not seeing the general obsession with them.
But to him, this woman's breasts were perfect. "I'm having those" Jon thought to himself, placing his hand on the stone in his pocket.
"I wish I would switch chests with her". Jon felt his eyes forced closed, and a weight press on his chest. He opened his eyes and gazed downwards, his t-shirt tented outward a couple of inches with the presence of his breasts.
Jon made an additional wish. "I wish I was wearing that woman's bra". He felt a force press his breasts, looking down the collar of his shirt, he saw he was wearing the woman's pale blue bra.
