"I do wish my boobs were a few sizes smaller, like double D or so. These constant back pains are killing me." And, to your dismay, her walloping huge heaving mounds of flesh shrink back down to a smaller size. You notice they're still larger than her original breasts, but after having seen her breasts grow to the size of ripe watermelons this is a bit of a let-down.
"What's the matter?" She asks, seeing your disappointed expression. You shrug, and try to force a smile on your face. "It's nothing." but in your head you add I just thought you looked sexy with bigger breasts - but decide against saying it out loud, breast size can be a touchy subject for a woman after all.
You look at your hands; there's still some oil on them. Why wouldn't she be happy with bigger breasts, if you made her. Hell, if you can change her physically, why not mentally...
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