Taking Stock

"Oh my god! What the fuck!!" Karyn cried suddenly.

John's head whipped back around to Karyn. She was standing there, holding her chest and staring at it. John thought something seemed odd about her face, but he followed her gaze downwards and...

"Holy fuck," was all John could say. Where Karyn's chest had before featured some nice, petite A-cups, now she was sporting a pair of large Cs, which were straining against her top. Strangely, though, it didn't seem as tight as it should have given the sudden change in its contents; rather it seemed intentionally tight on her new boobs, showing them off, rather than insanely tight and near bursting as it should have been. "Karyn, what..." Some blond hair fell from behind her shoulders. "Your hair! Your...Ummm...what..."

"My hair?" she said quizzically, reaching up and bringing a bunch up where she could see it. "My hair! what the hell? I'm blond? And it's longer?"

"What's going on," they both said almost in unison.

"What the hell is the matter with you two? If you nerds want to make out, do us a favor and do it somewhere else. We don't need to see that."

Both of them looked up to see Sarah standing there, hands on her hips, and a haughty expression on her face.

"My hair! My B... My chest! What's going on?" Karyn half wailed, beginning to panic.

"Ehh?" replied Sarah. "Is this some kind of joke? What did your nerd boobs grow a little while you were away? Am I supposed to be impressed that you gained a couple inches? Just because you have descent tits doesn't make you any less of a nerd. These," she added gesturing at her chest, where her sweater outlined her own D-cups, "are the tits that get guys. And that is the best view you'll ever get," she added to John. "Now if you are done, I have important things to do."

Sarah walked off, no doubt to tell her friends all about how the nerdette was trying to show off her tits to her nerd-bro (as she called him). Karyn had begun hyperventilating, and John had just remembered the strange timestop of a minute prior.

"Holy crap," he thought. "That was real? I remember thinking that I wanted her to have boobs like she was talking bout, but I never thought... and why didn't Sarah react at all? Oh man, Karyn looks horrible. I wish Karyn would calm down, so I can figure out what to do."

Karyn's breathing began to return to normal. She looked sheepish, and then embarrassed. She hunched over a bit, trying to hid her enhanced bosom. "I don't get this," she declared. "John, I'm going to go home and have a look at my...situation. I have no idea what could possibly cause this, but freaking out here isn't going to do any good. I... I need to be alone for a bit. If you think of anything, call me."

John stared at Karyn as she hurried off, holding her bag in font of her. "No way. I wished for her to calm down so I could figure things out, and just then she decides to leave. These wishes really work?" He stood there for a second. "These wishes really work!!!"