Jim was a trifle dissapointed, but attempted to comply... "how does this work?", he thought to himself. He pointed his hands at Allisoon, and thought about making her larger. Nothing. Finally, he stated aloud, "I make you 40D-20-36." On cue, Allison's chest began to swell. Her shirt pulled tighter, and she looked in delight as her A-cup breasts swelled to B, then C, and into the D-cup range. But they didn't stop there. They continued increasing. "Something's wrong", he said, as her shirt began to tear. "You did this on purpose!" she shouted, attempting to remove her bra which was by now painfully digging into her overflowing bosom. But it was too tight, she could not pull it off. It finally gave way with a snap and her now immense, at least H-cup breasts spilled free. They finally stopped at about 110", with Jim running out of letters of the alphabet to correctly assess their size. "I swear, you heard me, I said 40D. The Leprechaun overdid it..." "Leprechaun? You got this power from a leprechaun? Don't you know they are mischevious? Perhaps this involves some kind of metric conversion... what am I going to do now? I can't be seen like this.... Jim says,
Mon Nov 13 00:57:25 2000