Central preoccupation?

Xander didnt have to consider his next decision. He knew what he could do with this phenomenal power. He'd often dreamed of it. Buffy. And him. Buffy and him in a relationship.

There was only one problem with his idea. If he used Master P.C. to make Buffy love him could he live with it? Live with a fake love? Could he live with knowing she wouldnt actually love him, that he had just mind controlled her into loving him. Would it eat away at him or was he a shitty enough human being to let it slide?

It was... depressing how much he could justify mind controlling Buffy.

But, no, he was a better man than that...

But what if?

No, he couldnt...

Could he?

He had to stop thinking about it. He could spiral out of control arguing both sides and never reach a conclusion.

And it's not like he could waste the time. Who knew how long the magic computer would last? He might only have minutes left to make some wishes come true.

Fuck it. Back burner the Buffy question for now.

So what should he make happen? What did he want to see? What?

Nothing? Seriously?

Shit. Fuck. Writers block! Blind panic, write something dumbass!

02- Women living in Sunnydale grow large breasts. Those that move to Sunnydale find that within a year of living in Sunnydale teenage girls and full grown women will find their breasts have grown to be at least a double D cup(happy, perky, round and firm breasts; no saggy, droopy, tired and sad breasts). There is no upper limit as to how big the breasts may grow. The bare minimum breast size is a 30 double D cup. Women born in Sunnydale usually grow larger than normal breasts.

Xander felt something happen as he hit enter. Like something tingly playing over his skin. Not exaclty a breeze or like rain drops but something closer to static electricity. And then it was gone. Barely a second and done.

He raised his head to look around and stopped. His brain forgetting all about what he had felt as he took in the females in his computer class. And their suddenly big boobies. Good god, that girl in the corner had giant ta-ta's, must have been at least J cups!

His wish, for lack of a better word, had worked.

Now what should he use the Master P.C. to wish for next?