No, Chelsea keeps the bone

“Back off a sec,” said Chelsea. The bone warmed in her fingers as she stared at it.

Bunny took a step back and whispered, “One one-thousand.” As soon as the second was up Bunny moved forward again and yelled, “Gimmie!” Officer Hunky moved with her.

“I said back off and I meant stay back!” Chelsea stepped away, but she didn't need to as Bunny and Officer Hunky walked backwards fast and slammed into the wall. Chelsea looked back down at the quivering bone and studied it intently. “Why does holding this feel so... dark?” She ran a hand through her bottle black hair and smiled nervously.

Chelsea's coworker Zeke walked into the store. “Hey. Anything happen during my lunch-” He stopped dead when he saw Bunny and one of the mall security guards half dressed and against the wall.

“Yeah,” responded Chelsea without looking up from the bone. “I just finished helping out this customer. I'm not sure why, but I looked through the store like I was possessed until I'd brought her everything that would fit that huge rack of hers.”

Zeke stared at the couple against the wall. “Chelsea, what the fuck?!”

“Hm?” Chelsea gazed at the bone a moment longer before looking up. “Oh! Yeah, they're uh... wow. They were going at it pretty hard in the changing room. It's so weird that I was so focused on getting her some slutty clothes that I didn't even care.”

Zeke averted his eyes from the security guard's large cock swinging freely. “Geez, how can you not notice something like that.”

“Oh, grow up,” said Chelsea. “You just wish you were that big.” Chelsea realized that she was getting slightly horny. Under her breathe she said, “I wish you were built like that.”

Zeke twitched. He moaned. Chelsea almost said something, but stopped when Zeke's black t-shirt ripped open. Zeke screamed as he grew several inches and gained seventy pounds of muscle, until finally the sides of his jeans split open, giving him some relief.

“Holy shit!” cried Chelsea. She turned to Bunny. “Did I do that?”

“Yes,” said the older woman with her lip curled in a childish pout. “My wishbone can change anyone's body or mind.”

“Or... mind?” Chelsea turned towards Zeke and looked over his new muscular physique. She could see a considerable bulge in what little was left of his pants. Her arousal grew, though she didn't realize the wishbone was responsible for that. All she knew was that Zeke looked a lot better than he used to, though he was still the same annoying guy who would never shut up about politics.

“I wish Zeke was just a big, dumb piece of man meat who'd treat me like a princess the way the football players treat their cheerleader girlfriends.”

Chelsea instantly regretted the wish. She had just meant to do a little experiment. She hadn't meant to word it so strongly and change Zeke so much. She thought about wishing him back to how he'd been before.

Then she saw the way he looked at her.