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Chapter 4 by Spindizzy Spindizzy

More wishes?

A few small ones

The hallway is crowded as usual and Amanda moves through a steady hum of other peoples conversations.

"Dude that shows is gonna be awesome, I can't believe you got tickets" A guy is saying to his friend as she passes "I wish I could get my hands on some."

Amanda shivers as she grants his wish not even consciously aware of what she is doing. She is only aware of the guys confused delight as he pulls a pair of concert tickets from his pocket.

"Oh that's nice," she thinks walking on "someone must have put them in his pocket to surprise him."

Next, she rounds a corner and almost ploughs into her friend Ben.

"Oh hey, Amanda. Sorry didn't see you there." he apologises "I was a little distracted. Just found out I've got a big test later. Kind of wishing I'd stay up half the night studying instead of playing Warcraft..."

Ben trails off and his eyes glaze over as his memories of the last twenty-four hours are rewritten. As far as he is concerned he spent last night hitting the books instead of rampaging orcs. He blinks and grins suddenly confident that his last-minute cramming will get him the A he wants.

"Okay, catch you later," he says "Just gonna go ace this test."

He strolls off leaving Amanda confused by his sudden change in attitude. She tries to puzzle out what had happened. They had been talking and she'd had that strange feeling again and...

She feels like she is on the edge of understanding when another conversation catches her attention.

"Wow, Tina I didn't realise your boobs had gotten so big." she hears a girl she doesn't know say to her friend.

"Yeah looks like I'm going to have to go bra shopping this weekend. Hey, why don't you come too?" Tina asks "We can be bra buddies!"

"Ha! Not much chance of that." The unnamed girl said looking down wistfully at her flat chest "I wish I was rocking a pair as big as yours then maybe we could...Eeek!"

She squeals in shock as her breast suddenly inflate spilling out of her now too small bra and straining her blouse to its limit. Once again Amada has a strange feeling of energy channelling through her, stronger this time, clearer somehow. She watches the formerly flat chested girl grab her new assets, her face bright red as she tries to avoid busting out of her top.

As the girl runs off Amanda is left wondering if she could be in some way responsible...

What does Amanda think.

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