Karyn Black had not slept well. Only a couple of days since she gained the enhanced figure due to a wish from a wishing stone belonging to... someone, had been hard to adjust to. Sure her closet had changed to reflect the new size, but the added fat to her chest made finding a comfortable position to sleep in difficult.
“Come on you stupid! Bra!” Such as right now as she tries to hook the bra in the back with arms that by all logic should be able to, but Karyn’s mental state prevented it. She bounced around in her favorite jeans trying to get a better position. “FUUUUU! No, calm. Calm.” Karyn let the bra slip off her shoulders and leaned over her vanity. “I’ll just grab another thick sweater from the closet. Then... front clasps.”
Her door opened and Karyn turned to see who it was but just saw it opened so she shrugged and closed it after yelling “Mom! My door’s swinging on its own.” downstairs.
Of course, Karyn was completely unable to perceive the naked woman who had entered her room. The blonde haired Tiffany put on the bra which was just the right size for her own breasts, then panties from a drawer. As she did so, Karyn blanked out and left the room.
“Grhk!” Tiffany Black squeaked as she felt her bra tighten. “Jesus christ, seriously?” She took off her bra and tossed it back to the ground. “Why the hell did I wish that?” She ran a finger through the platinum folicles now on her head
To Tiffany, she had yesterday used... someone’s wishing rock in jealousy over Sarah Mcmillan. Not that her own figure was unimpressive even with the frumpy clothes becoming tight sweaters on her, she just wanted to have a leg up. ‘I wish l had bigger boobs and blonder hair to show her who’s boss!’
Her breasts surged forward and her hair became almost white as snow. And the bra on the floor must have been one of her older ones. “Gotta get to school and hope my sweaters are thick enough. No way I need to be compared to that slut Sanders.” Raging nymphomania was hard for the Black daughter to control, which was evident when her knockers (which she called the wish made monsters) hit her vanity and knocked open a drawer that an hour previous would have been empty but was now filled with adult toys and cleaning material.
“Tiffany! You’re going to be late!”
“Give me a second!” Tiffany rifled through her closet but couldn’t find her favorite jeans, so went for a khaki pair and a thick sweater. “Three layers.” She said to herself after looking at obious points. Two minutes later, Tiffany Black was on her way to school.
The former Karyn Black, currently topless and wandering the streets in Tiffany’s currently favorite jeans, was searching for her own new outfit.
