Back To Scale...

"I wish Sarah would do whatever she's told," John commanded, holding her in the palm of his hand. Having been altered by so many wishes, Sarah was dressed in nothing but tight pink panties, now an unintentional thong having increased her age and bust, the latter of which was now a rediculous extreme, at least proportionately for she now no taller than a Barbie doll.
A tingling sensation went through her as the wish took effect, but she felt pretty much the same and continued sobbing.
"First thing," John ordered, "Stop crying!"
Though she still felt terrified, Sarah found she could no longer cry. Still on her knees, she looked up at John with a mixture of terror and curiosity.
"Let's try this," John said and set her down on the floor. She tumbled out of his hand and fell to the carpet.
"Now grow!" he commanded and immediately she did. From her micro-stature she gained inches and then feet until, when she was just about her original height, John said, "Stop!"
Looking down and feeling her body, Sarah smiled with relief that she was back and immediately rushed forward and hugged John, her huge breasts pushing against him.
"Thank you! Thank you!" she said hysterically over and over.
"Not so fast Sarah!" John said, "You haven't learned your lesson. I can just imagine the trouble you would have caused if you hadn't been stopped. You still need to be taught a lesson..."