Norm discovers the body-changing powers

Roger unclasped his daughter's bra, revealing a modest rack, nipples hard with arousal. Norm was disappointed.

"Yer not as big as yer mom," he observed. "I wish you hadz tig ol' bitties like yer mom has big 'ol titties."

The wishbone throbbed in Norm's hand and the 19 year old's young perky tits expanded to large, middle-aged melons.

"Holy shiz!" Norm exclaimed as Tiffany grasped her unexpected new tits in confusion. "I din know it could do that! Fuck! I wish you haz big fake porn star tizzies!"

The bone throbbed and warmed. Tiffany's tits throbbed and ballooned. Norm's dick throbbed and went off in Brenda's mouth. Brenda moaned and swallowed happily.

"Well fuck!" Norm exclaimed, to shocked to even enjoy his orgasm. "I wish I wuz young an' strong again!"

Nothing happened.

"Please?" he said, looking at the unresponsive bone in his hand.

"Oh well," he said. "At lease I'm clean. Rogsher! Help me outta the baf. I wanna fondle yer dauer's new titties I gave 'er!!"

"Yes, Sir," the butler said. "Right away, Sir."

Roger grabbed a big fluffy towel and held out an arm to assist his drunken master out of the tub. Norm ignored the towel, stuck the wishbone between his teeth and squeezed the massive fake titties he had wished for, wishing that their owner was even sluttier than he had made her mother.

"Oh yes, Uncle Norm!" Tiffany exclaimed as the wishbone throbbed in his mouth. "Squeeze my big fake titties! I love it!"

"You should to'ally suck his dick, Tiff'ny!" Brenda said from the bathtub. "Iss the bess!"

Norm let go of one tit to take the bone out of his mouth and turn to Brenda.

"You should to'ally have big fakers lie yer dauzer!" he said. "Thas' wha I wish!"

The bone throbbed and Brenda's tits filled with saline as she giiggled in drunken delight.

"This changes eberything!" Norn exclaimed. "I'm like a fucksin god! Les celebrates!"

"Yay!" Brenda exclaimed, letting go of her new rack to throw her hands up, leaving them to wobble in celebration.

"Yay?" said the magically stupid Tiffany, imitating her mother but unsure if she was doing it right.

"Where would you like to hold your celebration, Sir?" Roger asked.

"Wherever you left the booze, dumbass!" Norm said. "Yee bimbo daughter's entirely too sober!"

"Right you are, Sir," he said. "We left the **** in the foyer,"

"I got no idea what a foyer is," Norm said, grabbing Roger's plush navy blue bathrobe trom a hook and putting it on. "Jus lead us to the hooch! Come on, you sluts! Follow uncle Norm! We're gonna really party now!"