Jim took the orb in one hand, peering at and into it with an expression of curiosity. It wasn't the orb he wanted to be holding at the moment, at least compared to the four just a quick glance away, but this one had possibilities. "So you mean to tell me that this thing... I don't know, inflated the pairs of you?"
Robin grimaced at Jim's comment, "Show some respect you..." She bit her lips and threw up her hands, "God, you handle this. I can't look at him without getting pissed off."
Sharon sighed and nudged Jim with one free hand. It was best to keep him off balance, get him repeating her statements again then grab the orb before he could do something she didn't want. "The orb, Jim. Say you wish our breasts to lessen back to normal." She was all too aware that using the word shrink could bring him out of the semi-trance he was in.
Jim smiled. Slowly. The grin spreading across his face hidden mostly by the shadow of his own doorway. There was something Sharon wasn't telling him. Not that it mattered. He looked her in the tits, then face, "The wish... Say, Sharon, did you know I have a file on my computer?"
"We don' want to know about your porn collection, McNutts," commented Robin.
"No, no," amended Jim, "It's a text file. In my contingencies folder." Sharon's eyes widened, a look of terror on her face as she realized she had lost control of Jim. She shot her arms forward in an attempt to grab the orb, but Jim spun away before she could reach it. He droned on with a hint of a chuckle. "In specific, it is the contingency file should I get one wish. File name Izapredirect.doc. My wish is for the contents of that file to be made true, as though I had said the words listed therein rather than these."
"Aw, fuck," complained Sharon as the orb glowed, possibly brighter than before. There was a high pitched ringing, followed by a loud crack, and then another, and ending with a resounding shatter. The orb shattered into a cloud of glitter. "So... Let's see."
Sharon staggered a half second before a surge of energy ran through her body. There was a fuzziness in her mind. God, she was horny. She wanted Robin right now. And Jim. God, Jim had made her... something!. Dimly she was aware that her shirt had rode up over her breasts and she had begun shaking her tits as Jim watched.
Robin gulped as Jim wished for god knows what. A warmth spread through her body as her hatred for him melted. She wanted Jim and Sharon, wanted to suck their nipples, bury her head in their mountainous tits, wanted Sharon and Jim's tits even bigger, and to wet her fingers in their tight snatches. She wanted to moan piteously at how Jim had made her interested in men as well as women, not noticing that in her desires she still wanted women only, even if she thought of Jim as one now as well... She didn't even notice that her clothes now fit her, nor that they had changed fabric to semi-sheer silks and mesh.
"As you may have guessed," commented Jim, now suited in a velvet smoking jacket, "I have essentially granted myself control over reality. And since you two were here to make this all possible, you two get some of the benefits yourself. For instance, I think you will find that you both now want even larger tits, yes?" He was, of course, correct. In fact, Sharon and Robin had both wanted much larger breasts since they started dating in middle school. "Perhaps you are aware of both realities now? I made it so you two are no longer rivals. In fact, you two are now the co-presidents of the school orgasm club. Congratulations."
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