Sarah stood in her room after getting home from work, excitedly holding a seemingly normal stone in her hand. What she knew, however, was that this stone was magic. It was a wishing stone. She had found it walking back from her summer job at a local bookstore. Her eye had been drawn to it for some reason, and when she picked it up Sarah could feel the magic inside it. On one side of it, the stone said, “Wish on me.”

Now, standing topless in her room, Sarah knew exactly what she was going to wish for. The one thing she had wanted all of her adult life: boobs. To her dismay, the 20 year old college student was completely flat.

Holding the stone in her hand, Sarah said, “I wish I had huge boobs.”

Her bedroom door burst open on the second “I,” her mother immediately saying, “I was looking for my phone, have you seen it?” Unknown to either of them, the magic of the stone got twisted around from Sarah and her mother saying “I” at the same time, and the wish flowed to her mother instead of Sarah.

“Mom!” she shrieked, turning around and covering herself up. “Could you knock?”

“I’m sorry, honey, I just-” Marie, her mother, was cut short as a strange feeling struck her. Suddenly, her chest expanded, her breasts quickly swelling from her modest B cups into large E cups, her bra clasp snapping from the sudden increase in pressure. Released from her bra, Marie’s breasts billowed out into the available space in her buttoned blouse. As they kept growing, the buttons became strained, the top one flying off as her boobs resembled melons.
Marie’s head-sized breasts kept pushing father into the fabric of her shirt, testing the stitching on the buttons. Her bottle-cap nipples poked into the material as they grew larger and larger, two more of the buttons snapping off, revealing inches upon inches of deepening cleavage.

Her tits kept growing as both mother and daughter looked on in stunned silence. They kept swelling, busting more buttons off and revealing more of her burgeoning breasts. Finally, the last button on Marie’s overtaxed shirt came off, revealing her boobs for the final moments of her growth.

As the growth finally ended, Marie’s breasts resembled basketballs for size, capped by huge pink nipples that were easily an inch wide, resting eight or nine inches from her torso. Her boobs reached down below her navel, almost to her hips. At their widest point, the massive mammaries were at least a foot wide, if not more.

“Sarah,” her mother said, “What just happened to me?”