[Busty sex work/free use (1B+1D/2B), Flat-chested shame (1B/2A)]

You finally came to a decision, and if it worked, it was going to make the world way more fun for you. "Okay, I think I know what I want, but it might be too much for just two items."

Charles gives you a lazy smile. "No worries, kid, just spit it out. You're not locked into anything just by asking. This is all a free gift we're working out for you, not a twisted genie's wish."

You nod gratefully, rubbing your hands together in excitement. "Sweet. Let's start with the first one. I want busty women everywhere to be required to be available for some form of sex."

Charles smirks. "Sure, that's an easy one, we can just - "

You hold up a hand, smirking back. "There's more to it. Specifically, I want all women with big breasts to be required to perform sex work with men. It doesn't have to be their full time job or anything unless they choose - just enough that it's a major part of their lives no matter what. On top of that, women who have augmented tits should be required to let anyone use them for sex at any time."

Charles' eyebrows rise a little. "Damn, mate, we knew you might do something tit-focused, but that is a specific one. It's almost two rules by itself."

You nod ruefully. "That's what I was worried about."

He strokes his chin thoughtfully. "We might be able to make it work, though - maybe we can say that women with big tits have to be sex workers or available for use, mention the potential categories and let the doc sort it out. I can run it past him, anyway, it might fly; other you's have done weirder things, that's for damn sure."

You blink. "Wait, what?"

He waves a hand dismissively. "Don't think about it too much, let's answer some other questions. To make a change like that, most people have to be able to participate to some degree, so we'll go with 1D for that option. How casual did you want them to be about it, though?"

"I like the middle of the road, where it's acknowledged, not often. 2B, I think you said?

"Right. They'll casually discuss it sometimes, but generally just as a fact of their lives, unless there's something unusual or they have a particular fetish about it or something."

You grin. "Awesome. Now for the second part, and I hope it's not cheating or something. I want women to become super self-conscious about their breast size if a man tells them they're too small, to the point that they want to go out and get bigger ones as soon as they can."

Charles laughs out loud at that. "So with the other rule in place, you can make whatever woman you want free use and control how big they get at the same time? That's real rude, mate, but if the first one is a go, that shouldn't be too hard at all. You want that to only work for you?"

You chuckle a little too, commiserating about your plan. "Actually, no, though I don't really want every guy to be doing it all the time; if I make it 1B and 2A, would that mean that men don't usually consciously know they could do it, but women still have the same thing happen if it comes up normally?"

He nods, already pulling out a phone from his pocket. "Sure, I think that would probably work out. Let me just double check I've got what you want in a nutshell: Naturally busty women have to spend a lot of their time as sex workers, and women with big implants are free to use by anyone. Additionally, when men tell women their breasts are too small, the women feel intensely bad about it and need to run out and get bigger breasts ASAP, but men other than you don't consciously realize that's how it works. Yeah?"

You nod eagerly, and he pushes a key on the phone and puts it up to his ear. "Let me call up the doc and see what we can pull here." He turns away from you, moving off a little ways. "Hey, doc, we've got another one of those weird combos..."

A few minutes later, he comes back your direction, grinning wide and shaking his head. "Well, aren't you a lucky little SOB. The doc says he can do pretty much exactly what you want, but it's a big enough change to society in general that a bunch of other little changes are gonna need to pop up along with it. I can tell you all about 'em if you want, but if you'd rather, you can just trust me when I say I think you'll like pretty much all of them."

You think about it for a sec, then shrug. "If this isn't all some crazy hallucination in the first place, then you're pretty much doing all this for my gratification anyway. Surprise me!"

He chuckles. "Glad to hear it, should be a good time for you. Follow me."

You pop up from your chair and follow Charles through the maze of crates, suddenly finding yourself in a long white hallway streaked with black. At the end of the hall stands an impressive black door with silver handles. Charles waves towards it. "Go ahead, lad; your new world full of big tits and sexy times awaits. Just think of where you'd like to end up and step through."

With only the slightest hesitation, you shake Charles's hand and fix a destination in your mind, stepping through into the world of your fantasies.