"Grow some tits, Flatty!"

The confidence in my voice surprised me as much as it angered Veronica, but Regina seemed pleased with what was about to unfold. "EXCUSE ME?" Veronica roared, hands defiantly on her hips, inadvertently thrusting her chest out. From this position I could make out her slight b cup breasts. Her nipples just barely visible if I looked...Wait why was I looking so intently? Something about her body looked... Different somehow. Like I was seeing it for the first time, or at least in a new light. She looked damn sexy, sexier than I had ever thought she did. What's going on?

"Focus." The Genie snapped her fingers "you're gonna wanna see the effect of your powers, Ringmaster." She gestured to Veronica's chest, who had been yelling at me this whole time with that cute mouth... her pony tail whipping as her head bobbed indignantly... Shit, I gotta focus: her chest, her...growing chest? As I was gawked dumbstruck, Veronica continued to chew me out, apparently too angered to notice her expansion, , while I noticed a growing warmth in the Ring.

"You've never had any complaints about my body before" she huffed, her deep breaths after each sentence seemed to linger longer than they should in her chest. "Not that you were showing much interest in me anyway" she continued gesturing to her body and the mounds on her chest seemed to expand before my eyes. Her previous B cups entered C range, with no sign of stopping. "But now you're a big macho man, Petey?" She chuckled, repositioning her arms to be folded under her growing bust, adding to the already growing cleavage that stretched her simple white top, which became more see through as more mass was added. "Wanna critique my body when yours is so average?" Now gesturing mostly with her shoulders, Veronica was putting on quite the show with her new bouncing breasts, even if she hadn't noticed. "Enlighten me, Petey. What would you prefer? Some nice DDs?" She mockingly asked. As if on cue, her new knockers ballooned out more quickly until they reached DD. The strained t shirt became more like a crop top. "Or maybe some big porn star titties, like the shit I always caught you jerking it to." Again her taunts became reality and her tit gained, not just mass, but an artificial perkiness that comes from implants. Her shirt hugged tightly under her new fake chest, exposing her toned waist and emphasizing just how far these girl have come.

"Maybe then you would have been more willing to fuck me, Petey. If I had big. Fake. Titties. Like tha-" Veronica stopped, as she reached to cup her imaginary boobs and found very much real flesh. She looked down, mortified at her cartoonish chest, as I felt the rings warmth subside to a mild throb, almost pleasant. "What the hell, Petey?" She accused, anger dripping off the final 'Petey.' "Is this some perverted joke? How'd you do this?" She tentatively felt her new boobs, unused to the weight and new jiggle. She wouldn't admit how turned on she felt.

I looked at the Genie who gave me an encouraging thumbs up. I looked down at the ring and started to put things together. I faced Veronica, to confirm my suspicions. "Stop calling me Petey." I commanded.

"That isn't really an issue now, Peteeeeeeer." Veronica strained to get the nickname out, but couldn't seem to make the proper syllable. Her look of confusion aroused me more than our entire relationship. Didn't the genie mention increased lust for women? My head swam with thoughts. How far could I push this? It clearly affected mind and body, but how far could it go?