Sarah had always been a flat-chested girl…

Tom closes his eyes and drifts back in time as his mind demands it, reliving the sensual moments that began when he had granted Sarah a first intriguing transformation.

His mother didn't forbid him to use the ring, she just warned him that he should be careful and not wish for too much. And this is quite expected. You wish for all the money in the world, an island with a palace full of women, and after a while you get tired of it. You will no longer be able to find anything that will surpass this.

He liked to approach this slow. And find some simpler wishes that could make his life simpler.

He sometimes thought about using this ring on himself. He could improve his height, his muscles, his stamina, his dick. But something inside him rejected these thoughts. It was too simple and uninteresting.

But enlarging Sarah's breasts seemed appealing to him in theory. First, they talked about it and sometimes Sarah admitted that she wanted to go under the knife to fix it. On the other hand, he was always looking at girls with big breasts on social media. Why not just bring it home?

A vision of Sarah enters Tom's mind, her long curls bouncing playfully as she approaches him in their sunlit kitchen.

Sarah queries, her voice a gentle combination of curiosity and apprehension: "Tom, does my breast look a little bigger? Look at it".

Tom: "Well, maybe… well, just a little".

Sarah: "They definitely feel fuller. Maybe it's my period coming. Don't know".

Several days have passed and Sarah's form captivates him further as he studies her breasts — now, just past their former A-cup size and moving towards a more voluptuous B.

Intrigued by this development, she voices her concerns: "It bugs me a little bit. Could it be cancer? Don't you think?"

Tom knew for sure that it was not cancer, but to play along with the flow of the story, he answers: "Maybe you should go see a doctor? I think finding a good oncologist is not a problem here".

Sarah sitting nervously in an exam gown as Dr. Grayson examines her with gentle care.

He says warmly: "Everything is perfectly normal, Ms. Peterson. Maybe it's just a late growth spurt, that happens sometimes".

Tom never found out whether this could really happen or whether his wish worked in such a way that it made this changes possible. But since then, Sarah has truly come to terms with what is happening to her. As if it were absolutely normal.

Tom recalls the moment Sarah models her new bra for him in their bedroom, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she shows off her fuller bosom.

Sarah: "Look, Tom! I'm officially a C cup!"

She had never worn a bra before. Not that she needed it before. But now it was a necessity. Her eyes shine with excitement and desire, igniting an insatiable longing within Tom. He marveled at the perfect fit of her new lingerie, envisioning her growing further still.

One day, as Sarah exclaimed she would be "shopping after work", Tom remembered their previous excursion for new bras. They venture into a store together to confirm her suspicions that her bras were "no longer supplying the support and coverage she required".

Not only did her size change, but also her style of dress. She often wore tight shirts tucked into her skirt. This emphasized her new curves.

On DD cups, the growth has stopped. Or rather, he decided to stop it. He really liked her new breasts. Its shape, its size. He felt like he could gaze at it endlessly.