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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1708356
You come across some old witches potions, and have a bit of fun with them. PLEASE ADD!
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Chapter #6

Rampant inflation

    by: Georgie Author IconMail Icon
"I'm sure it'll be OK Em," you say with as much conviction as you can, although realizing that you really don't have a clue about what will happen. As you watch you can see the flimsy material of her pyjama top stretching beyond the limits it was designed for as her breasts continue to expand, reaching what you guess is a double F or maybe a double G, although really you are just playing with numbers. All you know is that Emma's bosom is now beyond what you would call ample.

"Danny - do something!" Emma screams at you.

Well it certainly seems that despite your wishful thinking nothing is slowing the rampant growth, and as you watch her pyjama top gives up, ripping along the seam and falling to the floor, leaving a topless Emma with breasts reaching the size of melons.

Then it hits you. Wishful thinking. Of course. It was your wish that caused this, or more particularly that you left it open ended - you wished that Emma's breast grew larger, but did not specific how much. Oh crap, that means they will carry on growing, potentially forever. Is that even possible? Well, no, but neither is what has happened already.

"I wish that Emma's breasts stop growing!" you shout. Then you remember that you need to be touching Emma for the wish to work, so grab her hand and repeat the wish. As you watch in anticipation you see that nothing has changed, and her breasts are reaching the size of footballs.

Oh blast. The oil must have dried up. "Back in a minute - need to get the oil..." you shout at Emma as you run from the kitchen. You hurry to your room, find the bottle of wishing oil, open the stopper and pour some of the oil into your hand. You rush back to the kitchen.

You are confronted by Emma, now collapsed on the floor, with what appears to be a pair of pink space hoppers in front of her. You rush to her, push your oily hand towards the closest part of her, which happens to be one of her enormous boobs, and make your wish, now with a little more confidence that it may work... "I wish that Emma's breasts stop growing, and return to exactly the same size they were before they started growing."

You have the following choices:

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1. Emma's boobs return to normal

2. Emma's boobs disapppear completely

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