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Fred came out from the toilet and his attention was immediately caught by a girl standing by the ladies. She had short black hair and a goth style to her clothing and makeup. If Fred had to give a rating, it would be around a six or seven; attractive but not outstanding.

Clutching the stone, Fred started his test. "That girl has huge breasts." Almost like a cartoon, her chest ballooned outwards, going from a molehill to a mountain. "Bigger. F cups. And they are perfectly shaped too." As they continued to stretch, her blouse and bra shifted along with it, preventing an explosive wardrobe malfunction.

"She has flawless skin..." All her imperfections disappeared. "...a prettier face..." An awkward chin and small eyes changed into Fred's ideal of beauty.

She was now stunning, with a rack that stopped traffic. "And she doesn't wear underwear." Two points arose on her blouse, clearly where her nipples should be.

Fred was overjoyed at the insane powers of the stone. Anything he wished was made reality!

The now perfect woman before him was working up a lust in Fred. Surely he could use the stone to go a step further?