Mess with Daniella

At the end of the meal Daniella stood up to tell everyone about the weeks plan, as she helped organise everything. Daniella is 23 years old, stands at 5 foot 5 and is as flat as a stick. She has straight jet black hair that reaches to her midriff. She never wears a bra as her breasts are effectively smaller than an A cup, and her arse is flatter than your own.

She would be your target now. She had a slightly nasally voice which annoyed you, so that would be your main change to start with. After a quick thought her voice rose in pitch, getting higher and higher and less nasally. Soon she sounded like a cartoon character, squeaky yet sexy.

After she finished speaking you noticed she went directly back to her room, and so you followed. Carefully. You went to your room first though, and then became a ghost. It was a weird feeling, passing through the walls. You went the wrong way to start with and found Ariellas room. Ariella is a five foot tall 23 year old girl. She had long brown hair in a pony tail, which reaches her middle back. She has a slightly chubby stomach and nice 36C cup breasts. Just before you left you grew her to 6 foot tall, making her look more in proportion, and then you found daniellas room.

Daniella was lying on her bed reading a book, she was currently wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and a zip up hoodie. She never wore this outside in public. She always wore a dress of some kind, or a modest top and a skirt. She must have gotten changed very quickly. You looked over her, on her back, and decided to improve her a little. Letting her know about the change though.

You focused on her breasts, those tiny less than A cup mounds on her chest, and willed them to grow. Not by too much, just into C cups, and slowly.

Daniella felt an itching feeling in her chest, it was small to start with but seemed to get stronger. She scratched it quickly, hoping it would go away, but it did not.

She put her book down for a moment and gave her left breast a proper itch, and then let out a yelp. Her breast was more sensitive than it ever was, and felt hot to touch. She stood up and walked to the full length mirror in her room, where she let out another yelp. She could see her breasts growing, pushing out through her hoodie. They appeared to be bubbling slightly, pushing outwards, stretching her hoodie. It was a tight enough hoodie that even a small bit of growth was obvious. Cautiously, she unzipped her hoodie a bit and felt sick when she saw the smallest hint of a cleavage. She unzipped her entire hoodie and stood there in a white tank top, breasts very clearly there.

“What the hell” she whispered to herself. She tentatively touched her breast and felt better that it wasnt so hot or sensitive anymore. Sue poked it to confirm it was real, and to confirm she wasnt dreaming. It was real, she was not dreaming.

“Oh god” she said. She had to admit to herself, many years ago when she started growing she wanted larger breasts, but she was glad that she had small ones, noone would take her seriously if she had large breasts. She was worried about that now, before realising that they werent as large as some of her friends.

“My clothing!” she said, running to her suitcase. She felt weird running, not used to these two mounds bouncing around on her chest.

She opened her suitcase and found bras, C cup bras, that she had never owned before. “What the hell?” she repeated. She pulled out one of her dresses, it looked the same.

At this point you left her, she would just spend the next however long going what the hell and worrying about her breasts. You would wait till tomorrow morning to see how she coped.