Candi cleaned, feeling a little bored as a show played in the background. She wanted to hang out with Karyn and Emma. But as a stepmom, she supposed it was important to let her child have some alone time. She found a stone in a bonsai plant.
“I wish I knew what you were doing there,” knowledge flashed in her mind. “A wishing stone, this is so much fun. I wish I knew how this worked.”
She moved to the window to observe the beach. Candi saw a woman under an umbrella. She was covered up. It was their neighbor Erica. A beautiful woman without confidence. There had been many looks of envy at Candi’s chest. She didn’t see any reason not to bless her.
“I wish Erica’s breasts would grow big and beautiful,” Candi said. “That they would snap her bikini top so the men on the beach would notice her.”
Erica sighed, “Just go over and talk to them. You are attractive, young, and rich. You should be able to find some gold digger at the very least who is willing to pretend they like you.”
The heiress looked down at her chest as she pulled apart her jacket. It was still flat. Her nipples were minuscule. They popped out to attention. She could feel them rubbing her frilly top that was starting to push out. The slopes swelled out, becoming mountain peaks. Pink went past the edges of the tiny top. Several men were staring and nudging others to get a view of the gigantic, heaving chest.
Her top finally could no longer resist the strain. Erica’s massive breasts bound forth to the cheers and whistles of the crowd. She wasn’t embarrassed. Why would she be with such a body? It was fun to play games with men. Honestly, she was surprised she had made it outside before it burst.
“Won’t someone help me cover up?” she asked. Several men rushed forward, and it looked like she wouldn’t be lonely tonight.
