[Breast Play (1A+1D), +Sensitivity and Size; 2C]

You explain your ideal world to an inquisitive Charles, whose brow quirks upward a bit as your vision of a casually fetishized world becomes clear, but then he just rolls his eyes mirthfully.

"Oooof course. Never really let go of your adolescent attractions, have you? You're so focused on ladies' front-parts that you'll eschew all other sexual contact? Just all tits, all the time? If you go through with this, you're not getting anything else, you know that? Not even a handjob while you nurse from your mother's teats. Anything further, you'll have to just romance them the old-fashioned way... but you and I both know that's unlikely, isn't it?"

You burn with embarrassment at his teasing, and assure him - yes, you are sure about this. If you can have any choice you want, you want this one.

"Hey, don't get so defensive. It's your world. Just making sure you understand exactly what you're asking." Charles counted off on his fingers and said, "So that includes fondling, licking, sucking, fucking - just about anything you want as long as it involves a woman's breasts. You can just walk up to any woman - that's over 18, by the way, let's be reasonable - and grope away. Other men don't get this, because you're greedy, but women do have the right to engage in some consensual public breast play as well. So the occasional pair of women fondling or sucking each others' boobs will be a common occurrence. At least the other males get some eye candy, I suppose. Does that all sound right? Feel free to tell me if I'm off track for this item."

You shake your head. He's understood perfectly.

Charles' eyes narrow as he considers your second item. "The other part's pushing it, though. Pushing it by a lot. You know that's technically three items total, right? And you're supposed to be casualizing your fetish, not crafting every woman on Earth into your personal walking wet dream."

You panic. Had you messed up? Had you blown your chance by asking for too much? You launch into a stumbling explanation as to why–

But then he puts a hand up to stop you and smiles. "Nah, I get it, though. Hard to enjoy free titty fucks if the average woman doesn't have much worth playing with. The increased breast sensitivity part is actually fine; you want girls to enjoy and possibly be able to cum from breast play alone, which is... almost admirable, considering the scenario you're crafting. But the size..."

He put his hand on his chin and considered it for what felt like an eternally long time, which was basically a minute of silence as you squirmed in the rickety wooden chair.

Finally, he nodded to himself. "Alright, lad. Because I like your audacity, I'll talk him into giving you two cup sizes for every woman. That is, the average bra size will go from C-going-on-D to E-going-on-F. Or double-D going on triple-D. However that goes. I think it comes to about 4 extra centimeters in bust measurements. Some will be bigger, some will be smaller, but the average woman you pass by on the street will be rocking a solid DD. And they'll all be quite sensitive to stimulation, to the point that most women can cum from a good fondling or titfuck. That should enable your fetish just fine.

"And then, with the 2C modifier, every woman will be fully involved when you make free use of them, or when they enjoy each other's company, or when the subject of their sensitive breasts comes up, which will probably be a lot. It's just a normal part of their lives, and completely open to chat about. All the more opportunities for you to hear women talk about their assets, huh?" he added with a grin.

You were going red from both how squarely he had you pegged and how anxious you were to see if this could all become real.

"Alright, sounds like we've got it. Last chance to reconsider, lad. Literally anything else could be yours; feet, arses, vaginas, hands... No? Still going with a world where big-breasted women will enjoy it and talk about it when you play with their breasts and only their breasts? Going once, going twice... Sold." With a grin, he reaches into a pocket and and pulls out a small flip-phone that looks a decade old. He dials a number and puts the phone to his ear. A muffled voice you can't hear very well on your end speaks, and Charles nods. "Hello, doc. This is... going to be a stretch, but hear me out..."

He relays the information you gave him. He's interrupted briefly by what sounds like frustrated shouting from the other end of the line, but Charles is quick to come to your defense. After a few minutes of discussion, it seems like some kind of accord is reached, and the call ends. Charles focuses his eyes on you and pockets the phone. "Good news, lad. You're getting what you asked for. Follow me."

You get up from your chair and follow Charles through the maze of crates. Occasionally, you pass an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart races; you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How... and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago... right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown... just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well, that cinched it. You open the door and step through into the blinding white light.