The Necklace

“Up here shorty!” Megan teased

You raise your vision to make eye contact and see Megan giggling slightly and looking at you with interest. You expect her eyes to lower to your level, before you begin to glance down, past her seemingly larger breasts, and notice her bare feet firmly planted. You look back up at her eyes with a look of confusion.

“Ahem” Megan says and points towards her chest.

You glance down again and notice the necklace! It’s nestled between much larger breasts than you remember, and you can see them bulging slightly over the bikini top and the V-neck shirt she had come in wearing. You are surprised her clothes don’t appear to look smaller on her given the circumstances.

“Evie told me you gave this to her. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her this morning, but she showed me in person how it works and said she got it from you! Apparently, she owed you a favor after how much you helped her out and judging by how she looked this morning, I think you helped her a lot.”

You stare incredulously at Megan, thinking about how Evie is probably even with you now.

“But how tall are you now, did you use it yourself, or did Evie use it?” you ask – thinking of more questions as you blurt them out

“Evie told me it only works on the user, but that apparently it also can work on clothes. That’s lucky, because I barely fit in most of my clothes last night…” Megan mentioned, as you mentally thank Evie for the little lie, she told Megan.

“I’m also not sure how tall I am – I was hoping to make it to 6’4”, but I don’t know if the necklace works exactly as predicted. That being said, I think I’m now a solid DD as I wished for” Megan mentioned as she looked down at her healthy bust line gesturing with her hands.

“I was pretty excited when I got home last night and measured myself at a “C” cup but seeing Evie this morning gave me some idea” Evie giggled again to herself.

“I’ve always wanted a bit more up top, well a lot more – and it looks like you don’t disagree” Megan mentioned as she caught you staring again.

“What do you think, Megan asked playfully, as she eyed you up. Or do you want to finish helping me figure out exactly how much taller I am now?” Megan toyed with you.

“Oh, uhm, well – I think you look amazing as always” you fumble with your words.

Megan looks at you, like she’s considering her options.

“Fine, get that tape out and let’s measure me” Megan instructs as she backs up against your wall pressing her body firmly against the drywall.

You unfold the flexible tape measure and lay it against the wall. You quickly realize this isn’t going to work and ask Megan if she can hold the bottom with her foot.

“Of course, I can, just don’t spend too much time down there”

She’s really pouring it on – you think. She must be enjoying this.

Megan moves her foot and uses it to hold the tape as you align the “0” with the floor and then start bringing the tape up. You try not to marvel too long at her long legs and newly luscious rear. It’s hard to believe her jean shorts are still fitting, but she must have made some adjustments with the necklace. As you are halfway up you hear a gasp and stand up quickly holding the end of the tape in your hands.

“I’m getting that weird feeling again” Megan says as she looks you both uncomfortably and quizzically.

“Are you using the Necklace?” You ask innocently and wondering if your wishes were still going to work with Megan wearing the necklace. You consider using the wishing stone in your pocket but decide against it.

“No…Well, let’s find out how tall I am” Megan finishes her thought.

You lean in closer to her and flatten the tape against the wall. You press the 6’6” mark of the tape flat against the wall with your thumb.

“Put your hand on the top of my head so we know for sure” Megan mentions.

You lean in a bit closer, and you can feel the heat of her body. As you flatten your hand against the top of her head you feel her make contact with you via your chest. Even though you were trying to avoid being awkward with her newly expanded breasts.

“This isn’t going to be accurate unless you stand perfectly straight” you tell Megan.

“I am, why are you leaning into me so much?” Megan asks

“I’m not, but you are definitely 6’4” and I felt you lean into me” you respond.

“Jacob, I’ve been standing still this whole time, if you didn’t lean into me, then” Megan trails off.

Suddenly the realization hits both of you. You back away a bit and look down to see that Megan’s breasts look much tighter in the bikini and shirt than before, and they seem to be finishing a growth spurt as you can see the slight curve wiggle a bit after no longer being pressed against you. She hadn’t leaned into you; her breasts had grown into touching your chest as you were measuring her! She had gained another inch on her bust line while you were taking the measurement, and her once tight shirt now looked like it had could burst at any minute, while her breasts looked constrained in the bikini underneath and there was a very significant mound spilling over each cup.

Megan looked down at her breasts.

“Okay – I didn’t do that, there must be something else happening here because my breasts were about a cup larger than normal when I got home yesterday. I must be pushing an “F” cup now!”? Megan commented looking down at herself incredulously.

You are having a hard time comprehending the scene in front of you.

“Well, what do you think Jacob, like the change?” Megan asks you coyly.

“Yes, of course I do!” You blurt out before you can think about your answer.

“I knew it!” She responded seeming even more excited. “I had a feeling you liked these” Megan stated as she grabbed each breast with a hand and hefted them slightly.

“Well, uhm, I” You stammered, looking at the large amount of cleavage now much closer to eye level than before.

“You can’t even form a complete sentence!” Megan looked back at you from her own chest. “It’s okay, I’m pretty shocked myself.”