As the cheerleader rolled her cart down the hallway, Jim couldn't take his eyes off the sight. Each of those breasts had to be at least 4 feet around and the jiggling of the wheels of the cart against the pavement was matched by a continuious jiggling of those monstrous hooters on the cart. Just then, Jim's prayers were answered and the cart hit a major crack in the walkway which gave it a good jolt. The effect was truly spectacular. It was like watching a water bed. A giant wave started at one end of her right breast and rolled across it, setting of subsidiary ripples in all directions as it went along. Reaching the great divide, the wave easily hopped across it and continued on till it reached the other end of her left breast where it reversed course and started back again. The cheerleader had to stop walking and steady her cart under the onslaught. She waited a minute for her breasts to quiet down before continuing on and as she did so she saw Jim staring transfixed at those breasts. She looked irritated and snapped, "What's the matter, never seen a woman before?"
Jim explained, "Uhhh ... Ummmm ... Uhhh ..." The cheerleader rolled her eyes and muttered something about men being all the same before rolling her breasts around a corner and disappearing. Jim looked around for any other women but the hallway was empty. Where was everybody? What time was it? Jim looked at his watch. No wonder the hallway was deserted, he was already 3 minutes late for history class.
Jim ran through the empty hall to the door of his class room, then paused for a second before opening it, wondering just how different things would be. When he went in, even semi-prepared as he was, it took him a second to recognize he was in the right class room. Each row was now alternately boy-girl and the boys' rows were placed well in front of the girls to allow extra room for the girls' special desks. And special they were. Each one was as big as a normal dining room table and came up to a height just below breast high on each girl as she sat there. But its most eye catching feature were the two huge U-shaped dips built right into each desk and into which each girl had comfortably laid a bean-bag chair sized tit. And boy, were those tits something to behold! Jim could have easily climbed on top of the smallest breast in the room, curled up and settled in for a nice relaxing nap. He was just about to suggest this to the girl closest to him when he noticed the teacher, Mrs. Mulligan, looking at him sternly. Realizing he was late, Jim hurried to his usual seat, which was still empty, next to Rick. Mrs. Mulligan was sitting at her teacher's desk at the front of the room, and her desk was the same style as the female students, only of higher quality wood as befitted the teacher. Jim had never thought much of Mrs. Mulligan's looks before, but there was something about seeing her with breasts more than 4 feet big that was quite stimulating. All the women were wearing pullover type tops which, even with the tremendous amount of space built in across their chests, seemed to stretch the fabric to the limit for some of the girls. This allowed Jim to catch a couple of glimpses of white bra under the fabric and he grew giddy thinking of what bra sizes those bras must be. Each girl and Mrs. Mulligan had her breast cart parked next to her desk and Jim tried to imagine how the girls had transferred those breasts from the carts to the tables. He looked forward to the end of class when he could see this, no doubt, major operation in action for himself.
Nobody else seemed to think anything was out of the ordinary and Jim realized the leprechaun had fixed the wish so that everyone thought this was normal. What a minute, he had only wished that snotty girls had these monster mammeries, and instead every girl in this class plus the teacher had them. What had that stupid leprechaun done? He heard a voice very close to his ear speaking to him. "Ye see laddie, I fulfilled ye wish that some lassies have tremendous tits by giving them to all lassies. After all, ye did not say what snotty was, so the only way to be sure to get every gal ye wanted gotten was to zing all women everywhere. By faith, ye can na' say you did na' get your wish, all the snotty girls in this school do have the huge hooters, eh? Don't ye know us little people delight in twisting wishes this way. Especially for uncooperative laddies like yourself. Ye should do more reading." The voice laughed and slowly died out. Jim sat for a moment wondering what he had done to the world with his wish.
The buzz of student chatter in the class room then quieted as Mrs. Milligan began her lecture. A volunteer male student was manning an overhead projector so she could lecture without having to leave her desk. Jim soon learned he had underestimated the importance of female breast size in history because when Mrs. Muilligan began to talk, she ...
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