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Breasts of Wishes
By Grosporina

Michael was being totally selfish with his wife's birthday wish.
His wife Peta . . . well, there were many who considered her a total babe. Tall and athletic-looking with a light tan, blond hair and deep blue eyes, she was a fixture at the local heath club where she taught aerobics three times a week. Her appearance was one of the things that had caused Michael to fall in love with her. That and her personality. She was very open, and was more than willing to tell Michael every little intimate detail about herself after they'd gotten to know one another. That had also been a turn on, particularly when she started discussing her sexual fantasies and desires . . . .
There was only one thing about Peta that didn't make Michael happy.
Her breasts.
Peta was a B cup, a 34 B cup. Those might have been good and well on a shorter woman, but Peta stood 5' 11" in her stocking feet, and 34 Bs on that frame looked more like tiny bumps than breasts. Peta didn't mind she often said that she was actually thankful she didn't have to worry about her tits bouncing up and down when she worked out for Michael it was misery. Pure fuckin' misery.
Michael was a breast man. His mother had been well endowed, and his older sister had picked up that genetic trait and then some, developing a 36 DD measurement by the time she was sixteen. Being surrounded by such a bounty growing up, it was only natural that Michael would gravitate towards "healthy" girls when he began dating.
Problem was, as far as Michael was concerned, the term "Too much of a good thing" didn't exist in his vocabulary.
His first girlfriend in school had been Nancy. She was a junior varsity cheerleader, but more important she was a 5' 3" brunette with a tight ass and a 34 D cup. She also loved having her breasts played with, something Michael had no problem doing for her. After a few months, however, Michael grew tired of her because she wasn't big enough. He craved something more, and right before Thanksgiving he started dating Martha, a girl whom most of Michael's friends didn't think looked all that great she was a little on the heavy side, causing a lot of people to nickname her "Moo-tha" but she had a set of 36 DDs which she not only enjoyed having sucked, but tit-fucked as well, and Michael was all over that shit. Unfortunately Martha also enjoyed eating as much as having someone cum between her tits, and during the six months they dated she put on 40 pounds. Michael lost interest in watching her develop the cleavage between her ass cheeks and took up with Jackie, a beauty who possessed an awe-inspiring 34 EE measurement tacked onto a 5' 4" frame, and who was as horny as a girl could be and not be called "nympho."
Jackie took off for L.A. with another guy, and that left Michael wandering about and that's when he ran into Peta. People who knew Michael were very surprised to see him so smitten by her considering she was "inflated," as one friend claimed but nonetheless they married a few years after they started dating, and Michael seemed to be happy.
For a while he was happy, but then the old feelings for certain "enhancements" started popping up once more, and it wasn't long before Michael started describing his "ideas" about how good he thought Peta would look with breasts implants.
Peta laughed. While she thought she would look good with bigger breasts, she told Michael there was no way she'd put anything "foreign" in her body. "As much as you might like these big-titted wonders," she told him during dinner one night, "I would never put anything like silicon or saline, or even that string stuff I've heard about, into my breasts. I just can't do it, Honey. I'd love to help you have your fantasy, but . . ." She looked down at her tiny breasts. "You'll just have to do with these."
Michael told his wife it wasn't a problem at least for a couple of weeks it wasn't.
He just couldn't get the image of Peta with these huge breasts GG or JJ or something tremendously large. It didn't matter; he wanted to see his wife like that . . . but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Peta had small breasts, and besides . . . even implants making her a GG cup would make her breasts seem phony. And he didn't want that.
Then a month later he just happened to stop at a strip club after work with a few guys and there was Jackie.
Jackie had changed. She not only looked a lot more beautiful than Michael remembered her, but she'd gotten so . . . big! She'd been a EE the last time he'd seen her, but she had to be HH now. What amazed Michael was how her breasts acted; there was no droop at all. Even without a bra on and Michael was up next to the runway, he could see she wasn't wearing any support they were firm and round, like the breasts you'd find on a comic strip girl. After she performed, Michael went up and said hi, just for old time's sake. Jackie was glad to see him, and they talked for a couple of hours while having a few drinks.
She told him about her adventures in "La-La-Land," as she called it, how she'd dumped the guy she'd run off with, took up with a couple of other losers, did the lez thing for a while, then went bi, then ended up with a guy who was managing her for a while, then he went homo . . . she just laughed. "I make good money, and I don't have to do porn that much so at least my life doesn't totally suck," she said. She asked him about his life, and he told her about Peta and his problems .. . . he had other things on his mind, though. "What I want to know is, how did you get so big? I mean, those are great implants "
"They're not."
It took a few seconds before Michael registered that last comment. "Say what? No way! Are you telling me you had a growth spurt?"
They both were a little drunk by then, and Michael could tell whatever it was that Jackie wanted to say, she was struggling with herself as to whether or not she should say it. She shrugged and decided it wouldn't hurt to talk . . . .
She told him that she'd made a wish that her tits were bigger, and it came true.
"C'on," Michael snorted. "Are you shitting me?"
She shook her head. "No, way. Listen . . . you remember that patch of woods over by the river where the running path goes? The part that's never been developed?"
He nodded. "Well, the last time I was in town a few months ago, I ran into this girl I used to know. She told me about this well; said it was a magical well that, if you made a wish and threw in a coin, it would come true.
"I figured it was bullshit, but I tried it out, just for the hell of it. I tossed in a quarter and wished that when I got back home my breasts would become HHs and they'd be round and firm and never sag.
"And you know what happened? The moment I stepped into my apartment, my breasts swelled up to the size they are now. I couldn't believe it. I walked around all night with nothing on, and they never once sagged. Swayed and bounced a lot, but sag shit!" She smiled. "Of course I had nothing that would fit, and I had to buy new clothes . . . but it also got me a lot of work. So there's that!"
Michael knew Jackie wasn't the most imaginative person he'd ever met; in fact, he'd once told someone that her IQ was less then her bust measurement. So if she were telling him something like this, he figured there had to be something to it . . . right? He didn't know. For all he knew Jackie was putting him on . . . .
But he figured he had nothing to lose.

Several weeks later it was Peta's 24th birthday, and Michael had planed a special dinner for her at her favorite restaurant, had bought a 30 year old bottle of champagne for them to drink when they got home, and even had a small cake made for her
One with a very special candle for her to blow out.
Just for the hell of it, a couple of days after meeting (and fucking) Jackie, Michael had checked out her story to see if it was true. Sure enough, right where she had said it would be there was this old well. Nothing fancy; in fact, if you weren't looking, you'd likely miss it. Michael stood there for at least fifteen minutes, wondering if he should throw a coin in and make a wish to see if it worked. The idea of having a three foot long cock kept wanting to be verbalized, but he decided against doing anything, since Jackie had also told him that each person who made a wish got one wish, and only that.
So Michael came up with something else, something he thought would work. He wished that Peta would have three wishes come true after blowing out the candles on her cake. Then he went home and wrote up the wishes for her to make. He figured that if he wined her and dined her and got her a little drunk in the process she'd read through the list he was making and not pay attention to what was happening to her.
By the time she realized what was going on, she'd be a Goddess.
The night had been perfect. Peta was dressed as sexy as Michael liked her; he especially liked the short black dress she wore which showed off her long, slim legs. He presented her with a diamond necklace and earrings set at dinner, then started plying her with wine. Peta was very happy so much so she didn't realize they'd went through a bottle of wine and were hard at work on a second.
Once back home Michael got out the cake and started working on his plan. Peta was drunk, but not so much out of it that she was passing out. She clapped when Michael brought out the cake with the single heart-shaped candle in the middle. "For me?" she quipped, smiling broadly as her husband sang "Happy Birthday" for her.
With a card containing the wishes he wanted Peta to read at ready, he told her, "Blow out the candles, honey . . . but don't just make you wishes yet?"
"Wishes?" She raised an eyebrow. "What else you have in mind for me, you naughty boy?"
Peta blew out the candle, and found Michael thrusting a card at her before she could say anything. "I have your wishes here, honey," he told her as she ripped open the card.
"You have wishes for me . . ." She wondered what Michael was up to. Perhaps he'd gotten her that spring cruise to the Caribbean she'd been wanting? She pulled out the enclosed letter, asking, "So all I have to do is ready this, and my wishes will come true?"
"Something like that."
"Or are they your wishes, Darling?"
Michael was getting a little nervous. He'd thought Peta was a little less coherent than she was acting. He was starting to wonder if giving her three wishes was such a good idea . . . "Well, they're for both of us, Dear," he reassured her. "It's not like I'd do anything bad. Right?"
"If you say so." She opened the letter. "It's just that I know . . . Okay." She tried to focus her eyes upon the words before her. "'I wish I had perfect JJ cup sized breasts that never sagged, and that all my clothes would be able to fit them, and ' Honey, this is "
Peta never finished her sentence.
The change happened so quickly that Michael almost missed it. One moment Peta was sitting there reading aloud; then she put down the letter so she could admonish him; and then . . . it was as if someone had placed a set of balloons inside her dress, then hooked them up to an air pump and turned it on, putting the pump on "Full Open." Her breasts expanded quickly, but didn't rip out of her bra or dress: both also expanded to fit he new, form. The collar of her dress plunged in the appropriate place, allowing Michael a magnificent view of her enhanced cleavage, and the stunning breasts which created it.
"Wa . . . What's My God!" Peta dropped the letter, her eyes fixed upon the huge orbs which had taken up residence upon her chest. Truth be known, it was impossible for her to see anything beyond the beach ball sized tits which Michael had wished into existence. Each was more than a foot across, and would forever hide the rest of Peta's body from her sight.
She stood up shakily, her center of gravity thrown off by the sudden addition of twenty additional pounds. "What the fuck is this, Michael?" she screamed.
Michael couldn't speak; he was mesmerized by the sight of Peta's new breasts. He wanted to see her naked, to play with her tits, to suck her gigantic nipples and hear his wife yelp out in pleasure as he oiled her breasts and rammed his cock between them. He was so focused on these new toys that he almost forgot his wife was attached to them. "Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"Why, no you fuck!" She stopped her foot and almost fell over. "Look at me I'm I'm grotesque!" She gave him a look that would have drilled a hole through the Earth. "And it's all because of you, shithead! You and your 'wishes'. All you've ever wanted was for me to be like this." She thought for a moment, then asked, "What other wishes did you have for me? I saw something else on that paper . . . ."
Uh, oh. Michael knew the jig was up. Were as before Peta had been slightly drunk, she was now stone cold sober and pissed as a motherfucker. If she sees what else I had in that letter .. . . He searched the floor, but realized Peta who was sitting upon the floor now, the only way for her to retrieve the offending document held the letter in her hand, reading it.
"Are you . . ?" Her eyes went wide. "You've got to be shitting me, Michael!" she yelled. "This is what you wanted me to become? A big-titted bimbo who dresses like a slut and has an affinity for oral sex?"
"Well, ah "
"Fuck you, Michael!" She threw the letter at him. "If you wanted a whore, why didn't you marry one instead of me!" Her eyes narrowed. Michael knew that look; Peta always did that when she was thinking of something nasty.
"So, if this one wish worked," she wondered aloud, "and you had others written down . . . I wonder if I have two more to use? Hummm, Michael? Is that true?" She cast an evil grin. "Let's find out . .. . ."
Michael wanted to cut and run, or at least cold-cock Peta before she could speak, but he'd remembered his wish had been specific have three wishes come true after she blew out the candles on her cake. So running would do no good . . . and he figured he couldn't kill her in the time it would take her to speak
"If you like big breasts so much, Michael, I wish you were a twenty year old girl who not only had breasts as large as mine are now, but that you have six of them to deal with!"
Michael felt this heat pass over him then the fun began. Suddenly his clothes felt big on him he was damn near swimming in his shirt and shoes, and his paints slipped off his waist and fell around his knees. He bent to look, and thick stands of chestnut-brown hair fell in his face, partially obscuring his view. He knew he'd shrunk a few inches Peta suddenly seemed larger somehow. Of course he might if he were really turning into
There was this weight on his chest, and Michael let out a faint screech which sounded positively feminine. The weight grew as Michael watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as his suddenly loose shirt began to grow tight around his chest. Breasts were growing; he figured he was developing a cup every couple of seconds. Instinctively arching his back against the weight, he felt his shirt start to strain against the pressure his every expanding globes put upon the fabric. When he was around an E cup he heard the material start to give; at G the top buttons popped off and exposed his new breasts to cool air. His nipples were instantly erect, and Michael felt something he'd never expected: a sudden wetness between his leg, followed by a tingle that seemed to grow
By the time "his" breasts were as big as Peta's, his lower back was crying out for attention. Peta was tall and muscular, and hauling around twenty pounds on her chest, while a handicap, wasn't that difficult. Michael had been a couple of inches shorter than her before this change, and now he knew he must be around five foot even; his wife looked so big! These huge knockers were going to put a hell of a strain on his back and shoulders yeah, they were starting to hurt, too but suddenly a mere twenty pounds didn't seem that bad when he remembered the rest of Peta's wish . . . and he almost cried. Right about the time he felt the next set of breasts growing.
He could feel them not only riding hard on his lower ribs, but pushing up into his upper set. Michael's hands went to these new breasts panic was starting to set in, but he didn't know why he was cupping his tits, he just felt he had to do something. He pulled open his shirt, popping off the rest of the buttons. He moaned slightly and began rubbing these new breasts, gasping when he felt how sensitive they were. He ran his hands over them, then moved to the upper pair, lifting them, then releasing them to fall upon the still developing second set. He loved the way this shiver ran through his new body whenever he touched his nipples . . . and how his groin seemed to grow warming, wetter, and tighter each time this happened.
Michael was so engrossed in rubbing his breasts that he didn't notice the second set which had grown was now being pressed into the first set by the new set which had emerged on his lower tummy. He leaned back against the kitchen table, his elbows helping prop up his now out of balanced torso. His hands went across his breasts all six of them now then up over his nipples, his areola, his nipples again, through his . . . cleavage. Down the . . . sides . . . again, then over the . . . nipples . . . .
He came hard. He thought his legs were going to give out. Something wet and sticky was plastered against the sides of both legs, and his scent . . . Shit, he thought, if this is how Peta feels . . . He lay back on the table crying and moan, "Please, please," and suddenly Peta was stripping his old pants from his legs and spreading his legs. He couldn't see what she was doing; he could only see arms, hands, and breasts and his hands were busy on his breasts making that nice shiver run through his body once more.
Peta saw Michael enjoying his new body, and figured she'd give him something to remember. Taking his quivering clitoris between her thumb and forefinger she pressed just so, then gave it a little twist . . . .
Michael was instantly arching his back, the force of the oncoming orgasm pushing against the weight of his breasts. "Ah, AH, AHHHHHHH . . . PLEASE, YES YES YES . . ." Peta thought she'd have broken a finger had she put it inside his now-soaked pussy.
She waited for his breathing to slow down, then leaned close and asked, "So, you like being a girl Michelle?"
Two large brown doleful eyes gazed into hers. "It's Michael."
"Not any more, my dear." Peta flicked at one of "Michelle's" nipples, causing a slight intake of breath from the girl. "You are one beautiful piece of ass, if you don't mind my saying so." And she was correct. Besides the huge breasts Michelle's face was soft and round, casting an innocence which could only be found in younger women. Her hair was long and curly, with a natural wave. Her legs were slender and firm. And her body . . . Peta couldn't really tell; from chin to crotch Michelle was little more than six gigantic JJ cup sized tits. The weight on her chest must be tremendous, Peta thought. These suckers are already started to bother my lower back, but Michelle must have about 70 pounds extra to carry around . . . .
The girl nodded. "Okay. Michelle, then." Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes.
"Something the matter?" Peta thought. She figured Michelle having been a guy just a few moments ago was upset about finding himself a girl.
"I'm . . . I'm sorry about what I did to you, Dear," Michelle said. "I mean, I shouldn't have done that to you. It was "
"Mean?"
"Yeah."
"Childish?"
"Uh, huh.
"Selfish? Infantile? Moronic "
"Okay! I get the point!" She smiled, thinking it had been all that, and maybe a little more. "At least I see what it's like " Michelle glanced at her breasts, then up to Peta's. "But it seems like I got a little more out of this than you . . . ."
"Yes, you did. And how to you like it?"
"I don't know." Michelle started to rise. Stopped. Then began moving a little more slowly when she realized just what she was moving.
It took a while, but finally Michelle in all her naked glory was on her feet. "This is like wow!" As with Peta, Michelle's breasts stuck straight out from her body in an almost unnatural way. And all her breasts were touching one another; it couldn't be helped. When she thought about it, Michelle realized she was carrying six cubic feet of breasts on a five foot frame which was a lot of breast any way you looked at it.
"You like it?" Peta couldn't believe Michelle was enjoying having all that stuff on her chest.
"Well . . . yeah! I mean, I've always like girls with big breasts, so why wouldn't I like to be a girl with big breasts?" She stepped so Peta could see her profile. "And have you ever seen breasts like this?"
"I'd have to say no."
Michelle stopped touching herself long enough to ask, "So, what do we do now?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have one wish left, dear."
Peta didn't realize this was true. After what had just happened, the fact that she'd been given three wishes had completely slipped her mind. "Hum, lets see . . . well, I could turn you back "
"I don't know if you can . . ." Michelle remembered something that Jackie had told her. "I don't think you can undo a wish with another wish."
Peta touched her own enhanced bosom. "So I guess that means not getting rid of these," she mumbled. "And that means you being a girl "
"A six-titted one "
"For the rest of your life."
Michelle shrugged. "I think I can live with it." She smiled, forcing it into a laugh. "If I can find some clothing." She started to walk closer to Peta, although "waddle" was closer to the truth. "Or . . . there's something you can wish if you want."
"And what would that be?"
Michelle motioned for Peta to lean towards her. When she did Michelle took a few moments to whisper something in her ear. When done, both women looked at each other; a smile on Michelle's face, and a slightly more puzzled look on Peta's.
"You'd really want me to do that?" Peta asked.
"Only if your okay with it."
Peta thought about it. Sure, it might be a little freakish for both of them but then Michelle already looked sort of strange. And they'd end up being lesbians but with all the shit now behind them, Peta still loved Michael, and even though he was Michelle, Peta could feel that love transferring over to her . . . .
"Sure." She smiled, then kissed Michelle on the lips, the first time Peta had ever did that to a girl. It's not that bad especially if you're in love with the person. She straightened up and said, "I wish that what you just whispered to me would come true . .. . ."

Michelle was putting the finishing touches on dinner. Peta would be home from her workout soon, and Michelle knew she'd be hungry. She drained the pasta and gave the sauce a quick glance, then began to set the table.
Michelle was happy. It had been two years since their "big change," and since then neither had ever commented that they hated what had happened. If anything, both were even more in love than they had been when Michelle was still Michael. Most of that might be due to their "physical" differences, but Michelle thought it was a combination of their emotional desires for each other heightened by their physical needs.
And any way you look at it, Michelle could never leave Peta.
She heard the van pull up in the driveway. Michelle stood before the door ready to greet her "Darling."
Peta entered, laying he gym bag by the door. "Hi, Honey." She kissed Michelle, hugged her. "Busy day?"
"Not too bad, Darling." Michelle gave Peta's breasts a nice slow rub, then returned to the kitchen. "I've got a shoot tomorrow."
"Penthouse?"
"No. Victoria Secret." She entered with the bowl of pasta and sauce. "I told you about this "
"Oh, yeah. The teddy shoot."
"Sure." She pulled the oversized chair out for Peta. "They know no one can ever wear the one I'll have on, but people will come in just to see it."
"Well, why wouldn't they?" She eyed the dinner table, then Michelle. "Wouldn't you rather eat something else, first?"
Michelle smiled. She knew that Peta usually wanted sex after a hard workout, but always tried to act like she couldn't remember. "You know . . . I think I would." She walked over, took Peta's hand, and kissed it before gazing up into her perfection.
The last wish Michelle had suggested did multiple things all which came true. Peta still had huge breasts, but she had something else: a frame she could carry them on. Peta was now 8' 9" tall, the tallest woman in the world, and perfectly proportioned. Her voice was deep but not masculine, her skin was perfect, her hair a golden blond that reached to her waist. She was also very cut; Michelle had wanted her to have the physique of a bodybuilder, but a perfect one, not one of those bulky girls that looked like a guy with tits.
She followed Michelle down the hallway, sunlight filtering in through the cathedral ceiling. Peta had won nearly all the major bodybuilding contests since "The Change," as they called it, and was the reigning Ms. Olympia. And will be for many years to come, Michelle thought. For Peta had the perfect body. No one would never top it.
She had seen to that.
They entered the bedroom. Michelle began to remove Peta's Lycra pants while at the same time started to take off her shirt and slip out of the skirt she'd been wearing. Another part of the wish had been to give Michelle six arms, one for each breast. That part also allowed her to wear clothes they just seemed to fit on her and to not have people think she looked "strange". If they were stopped in public which happened at least once or twice when they went out Michelle explained she had been born this way, and people accepted it.
For her part, Peta loved Michelle's appearance. As did others. Michelle had become a model, and after people realized she wasn't some photo-alteration, she couldn't keep up with the requests that came in. Between her shoots and a very lucrative web-based site, which averaged about 600,000 hits a day and the money Peta brought in from contests and endorsements, they were considerably more well off than they'd been before.
Michelle was almost naked, her hand now moving slowly over her breasts as she gazed up. When Michelle had first suggested this "change," Peta had first thought, "No way. Too weird" But that lasted but a second. If people don't believe there was anything wrong with the way they looked, then they wouldn't. Besides . . . Peta had never told Michelle this, but when she first said, "I want to have six arms," something in her when ahhhhh. While Michael had fantasies about girls with big breasts, Peta had fantasies about her with more than one set of arms and breasts.
She had thought on more than one occasion it was funny how that had worked out.
Peta squatted all the way down so she could be face-to-face with Michelle, and let her play with her breasts. Peta was a giant to her lover; if she didn't wear heels, Michelle only came up to her waist. "Feel hungry?" she asked after kissing her.
"Hum . . . famished." One set of hands caressed Peta's breasts, another fondled her nipples.
Peta stood up and spread her legs. Michelle moved in and began gently sucking her clitoris while she also fingered Peta's vagina and anus. Michelle liked doing it this way, eating out "her lovely giant" while she stood. Peta's large hands cupped the back of Michelle's head, softly pushing her deeper as Peta moaned loudly.
For the millionth time Peta wondered why Michelle had insisted that the last part of the wish consisted of her having to eat Peta's pussy twice a day for the rest of her life. She had almost told her to remove that declaration, but then saw the look in her eyes and realized it was something she wanted no, had to do. Once early one she'd stayed out longer than she'd expected, and when she came home she'd found Michelle very, very hungry. It didn't matter that she'd filled up on food the one nourishment she needed was her lover's pussy, and Michelle knocked Peta to the ground and orally raped her. Since that time they'd both seen to it that Michelle never missed a meal.
Peta had once asked, "What happens if I'm not here any more," and Michelle had smiled and told her, "Then I'll starve to death." It was that simple.
Peta could feel an orgasm coming on. They were as big as their owner, and the current Ms. Olympia had been know to bend bars in two when she was cuming. Although she'd never done anything to hurt Michelle.
She knew she never would.
She figured her six-titted wonder had decided to attached herself to Peta because she'd been guilty about springing that wish on her. Or perhaps she'd been afraid Peta would leave her. Or . . .. who knew?
Peta pushed against the ceiling as she came, hollowing as she did, gushing all over Michelle's face.
And the answer came back to Peta the same as it always did:
Who cares?
My little lover sure knows now to make a girl feel nice.