Follow Up With Mall-Girl

You decide it's been long enough and, thinking about it, you haven't fucked at all in the past few days. You've had plenty orgasms otherwise, but no actual sex. It's time to call up your "personal big-titted and big-assed slut."

She picks up after only one ring. A breathy, "Hello?"

You state who you are. Her breathing grows heavier.

"You... I really need to see you." she declares. Of course she does. You give her your address and clean up the apartment a bit. (you've vowed to not become lazy and just wish for everything to be done instantly, as you'd done with Amina) She must live close by, because she was at your door in seven minutes.

You open the door and there she is: that pretty young face, except now with two watermelons in her grey sweatshirt and an ass you can notice from the front. You stare and she doesn't even seem to care. She seems very nervous, possibly even upset? You invite her in and ask how she is. She stands in your modest living room.

"Look, I just want to cut to the chase." her voice quivers. "What the fuck did you do to me?" She didn't curse angrily.

You play dumb. As far as she's concerned, you're just some guy she thought was really hot and happens to masturbate to twice daily, never truly fulfilled, always longing for you.

"No, just stop. I talked to you out of nowhere, which is unlike me, and then... I started changing." She looks down at her breasts. "How did you do it, why did you do it?"

You silently consider what to say, even feeling a bit nervous yourself. After a very long and silent consideration, she pipes up. "Well?"

"Fine." You tell her simply. "I did do it. I met a genie that grants wishes and I thought you should have a bigger rack... and ass. But then you slapped me and I doubled that increase."

"What the fuck? So you cast some curse on me because I slapped you because you're being an asshole? All I did was bump into you."

"Curse?" You ask dismissively. "I think that's putting it a bit strongly."

"Fuck you! You have no idea!" she's shouting loud enough to bother the neighbors.

"I wish you'd whisper instead of shouting."

Her eyes grow wide as proof of your power becomes apparent: she whispers, "How... look. Seriously, do you have any idea what I was thinking? I bump into you, give you my number, and the next thing I know my tits are like a pornstar's." You pause to consider how hot she sounds saying all this while whispering, definitely a trick you'll keep up your sleeve. "And my fucking ass got huge like a black girl's!" She turns her rear toward you as proof. Her ass was unbelievably large for her frame, yet tucked neatly into her jeans. You remember that all your changes would also change the woman's wardrobe.

You interrupt her. "Yeah, let's lose the jeans and shirt so I can see what I've done."

"Uh, no." she whispers. Oh, right.

"I wish you would strip down to your bra and panties, and that you would happily do everything that I tell you to from now on." Mm, power.

With a strangely compliant smile, she unsexily removes her form-fitting (thanks to you) sweatshirt, tank top, and jeans. She's nervous now. You tell her not to move or speak. You survey her. Her large breasts are amazing and framed in a perfectly-fitting lilac bra and her ass hangs low, with no support from her matching lilac thong. It's not a toned ass; it's actually quite flabby and bubbly, though not fat. You grab a cheek with each hand and squish it around, your boner about to sprout out of its jeans.

After some time, you return to face her. "Alright, they are definitely huge. But I made all your clothes fit you, so why are you so upset?" you ask. No response. "You can move and speak now." you tell her. Scary.

"Oh fuck, you did that too? I wore a 36B... now my bras are a 38F." Four cup sizes, sounds right. "These very jeans were size 4, now I don't even know what size they are. I seriously scheduled a doctor's appointment for rapid breast growth because of you!" she whispers as loud as she can and folds her arms across her chest. "It's hard to sleep with these boobs when I had such small- uhm, smaller ones. Please, you have to fix me." she begs. "Just sitting on my huge butt is very uncomfortable."

She raises some good points, you think. You merrily went on your way enhancing women, even if this was the most egregious case, making them sexier. You only once enhanced someone to their liking: that flat-chested teenager. You were drunk on power and you'd only just received it. She interrupts your thinking.

"And after..." she begins. "You know what I'd like." she speaks hopefully. "You must have done this too, but I don't even care. I really need you."

"Need me?" you smile innocently.

"I have literally been passing out from all the pleasure that... touching myself gives me, thinking of you. Don't play stupid. I need to be fixed, I haven't seen anyone but my parents for the past three days because of this all."

Something has to give. Here is this young girl, previously rail-thin with very modest curves, now standing in your living room begging for her body to return to how it was. Well, she asked to "fixed", to be clear. There are many options available to you.

Do you return her to how she was when you met her? Maybe just half the increase and tell her she'd better get used to it?
Do you make her love her new proportions instead? How about toning her breasts and ass?
Make it so this was always her reality? What would the repercussions be for her entire past?
Ignore her and consign her to her big-titted big-assed fate? Borderline sociopathic. You don't even know her name.

But perhaps most importantly: do you fuck now, or after the changes?