Dave gets the bone back and takes the girls for a walk.

Dave's dreams started out wonderfully. He flew through the sky with soft, gentle clouds caressing him while rainbows poured from his body and made gentle hills rise up on the ground below him.

Then the gentle hills turned to craggy mountains. Suddenly he couldn't fly anymore and he fell through a dark sky. The rocky ground raced towards him until-

Dave woke with a scream. He immediately looked at his hands and panicked when he realized he didn't have the wishbone. A murmur from the couch got his attention. He turned and saw one of the redheads restlessly turning over in her sleep. As she reached behind her back he figured out what was causing her discomfort.

Dave lunged forward and pushed the triplet onto her side before she could reach the bone. He reached under her back and grabbed the bone with a relieved sigh.

The wishbone felt warm and comforting in his hand. The panic slowly eased out of him. Then a mumble made him look at the couch. He was still holding the redhead by her side, pushing her face first into the back cushions of the couch. He let her go and she rolled back onto her back.

“Good morning, Dave!” said the girl as if he'd served her breakfast in bed instead of shoving her face into a cushion. “Would you like a BJ?”

“Actually,” said Dave as he clutched the bone tightly, “I'm feeling a little wound up right now. Why don't you get your sisters and we'll go for a walk to relax.”

Soon all three gorgeous redheads stood in front of Dave, dressed and ready to go. They wore regular t-shirts, but stretched tightly over their huge new breasts, leaving no extra fabric to cover their tight tummies. Their shorts were looser, but Dave decided to add a bit more roundness to their asses, stretching out the material. Three smiling hourglass beauties stood before Dave, waiting for his whims.

“Okay girls, let's go.” Dave straightened his tie and led the girls out the door. He turned towards his house, intent on getting out of the suit he'd slept in and putting on something more comfortable. Before they got halfway down the block they met one of the ruder neighbors.

Mrs. Grelding was a nasty old woman. Despite being in her seventies, her rigid posture made her six foot two inch frame very imposing. She towered over everyone like she thought she was their mother. Today she had her toy poodle Felicia on a leash. As soon as the old woman saw Doug and the triplets she headed right for them.

“I can't believe you girls! Look at you, you're barely decent! And what have you done to your bodies? Breast surgery at your age, you're barely more than children!”

The triplets stepped back fearfully from the onslaught, but Dave just smiled. “Actually, they didn't get surgery.”

Mrs. Grelding looked down her long nose at Dave, a move that usually intimidated people shorter than her. Which was almost everyone. “Young man, don't question your elders. I know breast enlargements when I see them. Now hush!”

Felicia yapped belligerently and tugged at her leash. Mrs. Grelding turned back to the girls to continue her lecture, but before she could say anything Dave decided what to do.