Curves

“I want curves” she said softly, “I want breasts! And hips!” she added, “My parents always pushed me into doing athletics” Becky continued, “Yeah it gave me this nice tight body but I’ve always wanted to fill out a dress or a bikini, I want to be able to sway my hips and turn heads as I walk” she concluded getting a little upset.

“There’s nothing wrong with that” Dave replied as he reached into his pocket and got a hold of the bone, he pictured Becky with nice big fertile breasts and wide child bearing hips that wouldn’t be able to do anything but sway when she walked. Becky instantly felt the changes in her body, first clasping her chest.

“What the hell?!” she gasped feeling her tits slowly swelling under her braless top, before moving her hands down to her expanding hips, causing her tight trousers to creak under the strain.

“Looks like you’re getting your wish” Dave said in feigned surprise, moments later ripping could be heard as Becky’s trousers gave up the fight to contain her expanding hips.

“I, I don’t believe it!” she said with joy on her face, “I’m so curvy!” she added running her hands over her new curves, her large soccer ball sized tits and wide hips giving her the perfect hourglass figure, “Oh my god” she said calming down, “I’m going to need new clothes! And bra’s! Oh my god I’ve got to buy bra’s now!” she added in shock, “I wonder what my measurements are now?” she asked her self, sitting down again, her breasts resting just above the table surface. She looked at Dave, satisfaction written all over her face, “Thank you” she said in a soft voice.

“What? Me? I didn’t do anything!” Dave replied implying his innocence by throwing his hands into the air, the bone still in his pocket.

“Hmm…” Becky says giving him a sideways look.