Not for the moment, it seems

Bunny's eyes were wide as she beheld all the wonders that the mall presented before her. There were so many stores with so much that she could buy! And thanks to the wishbone, she's have no problem getting anything she wanted. She grinned and giggled, thinking of all the great fun she could have.

"C'mon Officer Hunky!" she called to her new acquisition, whose arm she grabbed and pulled toward a store. Her enlarged breasts bounced freely within her tight t-shirt, her nipples sticking outward, prominently through her shirt.

The two entered the store and Bunny released the Officer's arm, basking in the wondrous glow of expensive clothes. She'd gone into Victoria's Secret. Although often enough, she knew that lingerie was an article of clothing she wouldn't always need or want, she thought that she might should have some anyway. After all, sexy bras and thongs would make all the boys hard for her.

She giggled obnoxiously at the thought, as she bounded over to a rack of pink bras of various sizes, leaving her escort in the dust. "Ooo these are so pretty!" she cooed, holding one up to her large chest.

"Hi, I'm Sarah. Can I...uh...help you find anything ma'am?" an employee asked, eying Bunny rather strangely.

Bunny blinked at her and thought for a moment. Then another moment. Thinking was so hard! At last she forgot what she was trying to think of, and looked back to the saleswoman, as if aware of her presence for the first time. She grinned stupidly and exclaimed, "I want lotsa sexy stuff!" punctuating her statement with a mindless giggle.

The poor saleswoman tried to keep a straight face and replied after a moment. "Well...uh what bra size are you? Maybe I can help."

Bunny thought for a minute. She had a vague memory of B-cup breasts...but looking down at her large bust, she realized that this was ridiculous. She had no idea what size her breasts were. "Uuuh, I dunno," she told the woman, looking back at her with large doe eyes.

The saleswoman looked back at her for a moment, as if in disbelief, before looking away and sighing. "Alright, well I can go and get a measuring tape so we can take your measurements if you like," she offered.

Bunny nodded enthusiastically and giggled. "That'd be totally awesome!" she exclaimed.

The woman turned on heel and started to walk away, muttering, "Big-boobed bimbo..."

Unfortunately for her, Bunny caught this, and wasn't terribly pleased. "Hey lady, that's not very nice!" she called out, mustering as much of a look of displeasure as she could, which ended up looking more like an unhappy pout.

The saleswoman stopped in her tracks and groaned, not meaning for her comment to be heard. Not that this woman was probably smart enough to complain to a manager anyway. She turned around and started to apologize, but didn't get the chance, before Bunny began chattering away.

"You should be, like, more considerate of people's feelings!" she exclaimed. The wishbone throbbed in her palm and suddenly the woman's expression did acrobatics, landing in one of sadness. She felt so horrible for her insulting comment. She wanted desperately to apologize for making the customer feel so bad, but Bunny kept going.

"And yes, my boobies are toootally big, but at least I have boobies! You don't have, like, any at all!" she exclaimed, stamping her foot, her tantrum not yet done. However the saleswoman really did have breasts. A healthy C-cup, but from Bunny's perspective, it wasn't really much. However as the wishbone pulsated, those C-cups receded into nothing, leaving the woman as flat as a board. She gasped in shock, as she looked down at diminished chest. "What did you-?!" she started to cry out, looking up at Bunny in a mix of shock, fear, and anger.

However Bunny's tirade wasn't over yet. "And I may be a bimbo, but I'm waaaay smarter than you! I bet you're so dumb that you can't even dress yourself!" she exclaimed, hurt tears forming in her eyes. "Bunny's so out of here!" she choked out, running toward the door, where Officer Hunky was waiting for her. She couldn't believe people could be so insensitive. She just wanted to get out of the store and forget about the mean ol' saleswoman. She'd come to the mall to enjoy herself, and that's what she planned on doing.

However, as Bunny was exiting the store with her security escort, the saleswoman's mind was slowing at an alarming rate. "What's going on?!" she asked aloud, feeling an increasing amount of fuzziness in her mind. "Why's my head feel so str...st...funny?" she asked aloud. It seemed that her capacity for inner monologue was diminishing greatly. "What's happening to Sarah's...head?" She brought her hands up to her skull, holding it, as if trying to keep her intellect in by physical ****.

And then all at once, like that it was over. Sarah was now dumber than Bunny by a long shot, and she could hardly comprehend it. She was very confused. "Sarah's...like...where?" she looked around in confusion. There were strange racks everywhere, holding some sort of cloth objects that she could swear she could used to identify. However now she could remember no name for them. She looked down at herself. She was confused as to why her skin, a light shade, suddenly turned black around her lower neck. It looked completely different than her skin. Clothes were something Sarah now found hard to comprehend. "Somebody?" she asked, looking around, hoping that there was someone that could help her make sense of this unnecessarily complicated world.

As she looked around however, she caught site of a blown up photo of a model on the wall. Her eyes widened as she fell over backward, frightened of the large person. "AH!" she cried out in shock. Then when the figure didn't move, her fear lessened. "H-hello?" she asked the photo.

Poor Sarah would spend a while trying to coerce a response out of the portrait in the simple speech that she could manage, but to no avail.

"Let's get out of here Officer Hunky," Bunny said, grabbing the security guard's arm and dragging him from the store. "The people here are tooootally rude!"

She looked around the mall, the conflict in the store now in the back of her tiny mind.