"Look at these!" He exclaimed. "Must be Margo Dydek's castoffs, huh?"
The redhead gave a little *yip* of pleasure at the discovery and slipped her feet into them, immediately sending her head and the rest of her figure another six inches into the air. Rick grinned and pulled a band of gray, chalk-striped fabric out of a box. He spread it out to reveal a skirt about 12 inches from waistband to hemline, with a waistline of about 36 inches.
"Now who do you suppose would fit into this?" He asked sarcastically, and the redhead snatched it away from him and hastily slipped it around herself. The skirt flared out just enough to accommodate her hips, but didn't quite cover her butt cheeks in back. She didn't seem to mind.
Jim noticed that no one in the crowd seemed to take the slightest interest in the events, although he found it awfully coincidental that there were clothes of such dimensions at a flea market. Of course, neither the redhead nor anyone but Jim and Rick remarked the fact that the girl was still completely topless, though she was no less aware of her freakish size.
"Wow, this skirt is a score." She celebrated, "and thank god for shoes, though I hate heels. Keep your eyes peeled for something more practical, guys. Also, I'm still pretty freaked out about being so big." She spoke with complete calm, but complete sincerity, too.
Jim leaned in to Rick and murmured. "Lucky finding those shoes and skirt, but let's take care of all the whining about you know what."
Rick nodded and had the presence of mind to whisper this time. "I wish she'd forget about growing and just relax and have a good time."
Jim nudged and made a 'go on' gesture.
"What?" Rick shrugged as the redhead's face relaxed into a pleasant interest in the flea market, which she viewed from the unique perspective of seven and a half feet. The sun was warm on her bare upper body and legs, and though she didn't know them, her two young companions seemed like nice k1ds.
Jim nudged Rick again. "You know..." He made gestured again.
"What? I wished for shoes and a skirt." Rick hissed soto voce.
"You did that? Oh!" Jim figured it out. "Well, here, gimme that."
He took the wand and gave it a little jig.
The redhead gave a little jig as her breasts about doubled in size to a very impressive proportional E-cup on her 7-foot frame while retaining their C-cup profile and firmness. She took no noticed, only adjusted her posture a little, and shifted to look down at the booth she was shopping from the side instead of straight-on.
Rick took no notice either. "That's what." Jim pronounced, returning the wand to Rick's hand.
"What?" His friend seemed mystified.
"That." Jim indicated the redhead's bosom, the very lower curves of which brushed Rick's hair as she rejoined them having found nothing interesting in the booth.
"What about it?" Both the redhead and Rick asked.
"Forget it." Jim turned away to look for something to redirect attention.
The trio set off down the row of stalls, Rick and Jim falling behind the redhead's long strides. "Dude," Rick nudged Jim, "We've been forgetting something."
"What?" Jim asked before an awful realization struck him.
"I wish her tits were twice as big." Rick muttered, Jim just catching the words, but knowing already what they'd be.
The redhead stumbled again, this time almost losing her balance completely, as her breasts exploded to the proportions of small beachballs, still retaining the pert shape and firmness, and the outstanding natural roundness and cleavage that had caught the boys' attention in the first place. She adjusted her posture again, but visibly had to work to maintain it, and her pace slowed as she accounted for not being able to see clearly down over her rack. She assumed a slight caution in each step, as if worried she might run into something or someone.
Still, neither she nor anyone else took any notice. Rick shared a gleeful smile with Jim, who had to force his in return.
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