Turn her back to normal.

You write D Natural hastily, the text turns red and lock your gaze on Shannon.

She looks down and gasps. her breasts quiver and flop low on her chest. The gurgling sound shifts to a natural smack-- almost like the book gave her natural Z-cups before they start to slowly recede. It's hypnotic to watch, if not a little disappointing.

"My tits... they're..."

"Uh... what?" the technician says. "A-are you in need of assistance?"

She doesn't answer, instead watching as her boobs deflate back to firm D-cups. This is your first time seeing her in her natural glory and she looks good. She looks up at you and you roll your hand, trying to get her to answer.

"Uh... I... I'm fine I guess. Normal."

"That's... good," the tech says. "And the nature of your call?"

"This is 9-11? Oh. Oh!" She realized her situation and covered herself as best as she could. "I'm sooo sorry. I didn't realize I dialed 9-11!"

"Oh. It's allright ma'am. It happens a lot." the tech says. "So to be clear, there's no emergency?"

"None." She hangs up, staring blankly at you. "A... Magic book?"

You nod.

"I want them back."

"Whuh?"

Shannon holds out her arms. "I want big tits again! Maybe not Z's maybe not fake ones, but I want big tits. You're... you're like... the boob fairy!"

You wince. Boob fairy, huh? You'd like to think more of a Boob God.

To be continued.