This choice: Yuki tried again with the dictaphone. Her mouth parched with anticipation. • Go Back...Chapter #5Yuki tried again with the dictaphone. by: Mr. George ![Author Icon](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) Yuki had to bend carefully to avoid toppling over, and even when she could reach the floor, she had to fumble blindly until her hands found the dictaphone. Standing back up, was just as tricky. Keeping her top-heavy centre of balance, she sighed as she raised it back up. A bouncing impact, reminded her of the extent of her bust. She needed to swing her arms wide to avoid further mistakes.
Yuki's teeth ground together, as she raised the dictaphone back to her lips. A rather more awkward task, with her unimpressive bust in the way. Licking her lips she prepared to speak, this time being more careful.
Through gritted teeth, she spoke, "Not my tits... my height."
Finally, Yuki felt her eye-line rise, as she grew six inches or so. Not quite the growth she'd wanted, but it took her to a respectable 5' 8", a reasonable height for a woman.
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However, she still scowled to see she was still cursed with her improbable bust. Her smile vanishing, even as she tried to crush it away.
Balancing against the wall, she suspected the dictaphone was still playing games with her. She wobbled uncertainly like Bambi as she looked down. "Fuck!" she swore quickly in a low voice, not wanting to draw any more attention than her ponderous tits would on their own.
The dictaphone had given her a set of high heels, for her previously bare feet. The cause of her sudden growth was hardly magical. She took a deep breath, and rehearsed the words inside her head.
Closing her eyes, and hoping when she opened them again, she'd not be so extreme.
"My bust is back to a normal size, and my height stays this size, without the heels."
She clicked the dictaphone back off. It didn't feel like a moment had passed, but already she felt relieved. Her feet were flat, rather than in a painful arch, and her shoulders didn't feelt the same relentless burden, nor was her spine so strained either.
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