Yes

"Ok sweetie but you better not disappoint me again!" Sarah says with a stern look.

"Thank you honey," you say with a smile. You take a deep breath, close your eyes and make the wish again. As you open your eyes you see Sarah's bust swelling again, her top getting even tighter as her mounds spill over her small bra, her top riding up her body showing off more of her wonderful midsection. Her nipples are poking through the material, clearly on display for all to see but as Sarah's top starts to look more like a tube top than a tank top you stop the growth once again. Her large melons are straining her bra to its limits as her breast meat overflows on all sides. You tear your eyes away from her bountiful bosom and look her in the face, only to be welcomed by the same blank expression as before.

"Well ?" she asks shortly, "I don't see my boobs getting any bigger! You're so full of shit James!" she adds, tightly folder her arms under her tits causing them to wobble.

"Why are you not seeing the change?!" you ask more confused than ever.

"Maybe because there is no change to see?" Sarah answers for you, "Honestly James, this is so not like you, you're usually so honest, I don't understand why you'd want to play this kind of prank on me."

"I'm sorry sweetie," you apologize in your most sympathetic voice, "I'll make it up to you," you add.

"Well you'd better," Sarah replies, refusing to look at you. During the pursuing silence you think about what went wrong.