Gabidy

She wanted her own place? She got it.

She wanted to not have to do as much work to maintain it? Maids appeared.

She didn't want to have to go get her own groceries every week? Her fridge was always stocked, it took a wish, but it was stocked.

Which is where things started to twist. Her maids were happy to bring her any food she wanted from the fridge, but there was something odd about it. It tasted better, and it made her fatter. Like, visibly fatter. She couldn't figure it out at first, why her bras quit fitting, or why she suddenly started spilling out from all her tops. After about 100 pounds, she figured out that when she said she wanted something the twisted magic of the paw would do things for her.

Which is how she got here, in her car. Now driving to a nearbyish cafe so she could talk to someone normal about all this. Which she had decided was Isaac. Maybe she should have asked Abby? Abby would believe almost anything she had evidence for. Sasha was more level headed, but Jasmine didn't want to get lectured about her hubris about making the wish in the first place. Elaine would probably be more interested in the fridge. Isaac seemed reasonable.

Jasmine hit a small pothole and felt her breasts wobble from side to side, rest lightly on her lap.

"I just wa- " she started, then stopped to make sure she worded this right, "I just hope that this conversation goes well, and he can see past... the new developments." Jasmine sighed as she parked her car behind the converted old storefront. She wore a massive top, that still allowed her breasts to bulge from the top somehow, and a pullover that while tight on her arms, at least allowed her to cover most of her cleavage. She held the pullover closed as she entered the cafe. She quickly found Isaac already seated, and went over to him. Worry began to well up in her when his brow furrowed, then his eyes widened as he looked down, and then went wider right before she sat down.

"Jasmine?" he asked, stunned

"Yes, it's me, I know I've..... changed... a lot." Jasmine said, trying to get comfortable in the seat, "Just, yea, I know, they're big, just stare a bit and get it out of the way." she let her pullover fall open and Isaac more than happily took advantage of her permission to look. Her bosom wobbled and jiggled as she settled into the seat and got comfortable.

"I-- uh, how ... How have you been?" Isaac composed himself.

"I've been better, these are kinda stressing me out." Jasmine said, not even glancing down. "It's not normal, since there's no polite way to ask. I got a monkey's paw and made a couple wishes, and this is what it's doing to me."

"A Monkey's Paw? Like from Phasmophobia?" Isaac asked.

"No, like from the movie, or voodoo, or wherever it comes from." Jasmine replied, only slightly annoyed.

"Right, yea." Isaac said, looking down at the table in front of him, "So like..." He leaned in, "Are you trapped? Can't you just leave?"

"I could leave the new house, but there's other things that I think will follow me." Jasmine said, letting out a sigh.

"Things? Like what?"

"Like, whatever magic is going on is tied to me."

"So don't use it?"

"I've been-" Jas one started, then calmed herself, he didn't know. "I've been trying, but it's ... insidious. I have to change how I talk to avoid it."

"What do you mean?" Isaac asked.

"I'll show you." Jasmine said, then sat back in her chair, "I want a double cheeseburger, Swiss, with pickles, onion, and the correct amount of ketchup." Isaac stared at her, then around, and then up to the menu hanging above the baristas.

"They don't serve burgers here." Isaac squinted at the menu. Jasmine just stared at him. Behind her, a person entered the cafe, made a straight line to Jasmine, and placed a box about the size of the burger she described in front of her.

"That's what I mean." Jasmine said, opening the box to reveal the burger she had described barely a minute ago.

"There's no-" Isaac bit his tongue, metaphorically speaking, "Okay, so you can get whatever food you want, but-" he was cut off again as Jasmine put her boobs up on the table and started eating the burger.

"I don't even want to eat it. I hate pickles. I'm not even, like, hungry." Jasmine said between bites, quickly finishing.

"Why did you-" Isaac started to ask, but seemed to get his answer as Jasmine's boobs grew just enough to notice.

"Even if I left the house and dodged the maids, I could never say 'I want' again without getting it, and if it's food, well, it immediately just, like, makes me fatter." She looked at Isaac, gauging he's reaction. He was blushing, eyes on her now bulging cleavage. His eyes came up to meet hers and he looked back down at the table, then back to her eyes.

"Is it so... bad?" He asked meekly.

"I guess not." Jasmine sighed, "It's just not what I actually wanted." Jasmine flinched slightly at her last word. "I always wan- I always idealized bigger boobs, but I didn't... uh, I didn't think they'd grow this fast, they're just ridiculous."

"Do you dislike them?" Isaac asked, Jasmine took a moment to respond, regarding her acre of cleavage.

"No. I think I do like them." Jasmine replied, she felt like a small weight had been lifted off her. "They just don't..." Jasmine blushed deeply, "they don't make milk." Her nipples hardened in her top, large as a thumb and clearly tenting the tight material.

"A wish could end up doing anything..." Isaac thought aloud, mumbling to himself further as he pondered the situation.

"I hadn't even considered it." Jasmine said with some realization. Maybe she could wish for it.

"Wait no, that's not what I meant!" Isaac replied quickly. Jasmine started at him for a tense few seconds.

"I want to know what you think of all this." She said, staring straight through him.

"I think watching your boobs grow before my eyes was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Isaac said nonchalantly, then covered his mouth. "Wha- is that moral?" Jasmine just grinned

"Probably not." She shrugged, "I would like for you to come home with me, and see how this next wish turns out." She batted her eyes. Isaac blushed a deep crimson, then looked down at her boobs for a moment. She shook them just enough to send a few waves across them.

"Just send me the address." He replied.

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"I know you said the place was big ..." Isaac followed Jasmine inside through one of the widest front doors he'd ever seen, "but I wasn't expecting all this."

"Yea, I think the door has been getting wider, I swear it wasn't that big at first." Jasmine said as her two maids suddenly appeared ahead of them, "Oh, Isaac, there are my maids: Angie and Kenzie." Isaac shot Jasmine a look as she looked back at him. Jasmine almost turned back, but furrowed her brow at him. "Oh! No! I didn't do anything to them! They just showed up!" Jasmine said

"For real?" Isaac replied, looking over the two women. Angie was about as tall as him, blonde, and mildly curvy. Kenzie was even taller than Jasmine, and had an excellent set of hips, with brunette hair. "Like, they just knocked on the door one morning?"

"No, they just came in and started working." Jasmine replied.

"Angie, where are you from?" Isaac asked the blonde. She looked at him for half a second.

"I'm from here, but I don't see how it's relevant." Angie replied.

"See, they're just some, like, local maids or cleaners that just got brought in!" Jasmine rationalized.

"We'll have refreshments ready for you and Mistress momentarily." Kenzie said. The two gave a short bow and turned away.

"Mistress?" Isaac asked incredulously.

"I never asked them to call me that." Jasmine answered sharply, she took a deep breath, "Do you want to see my tits get even fatter?" She asked, Isaac nodded, "Good, then let's head to my room." Jasmine waddled on, followed by Isaac, who was enjoying the show of how he could see Jasmine's tits from behind her. "Thankfully, my room is on the first floor." she said as she approached a door equally as wide as the front door.

"Suspiciously convenient." Isaac said. Jasmine's room was much like her room back at the house had been, except it seemed Angie and Kenzie kept it cleaner. A few posters covered the walls, a large mirror with a vanity was present. Unlike her room back home, a large bed dominated the room. It looked so inviting, so comfortable. Jasmine watched Isaac for a moment as he seemed entranced by the bed.

"Make yourself comfy, and as dressed as you'd like to be." Jasmine said, going over to the vanity and retrieving a small ornate box from it. Jasmine joined Isaac in sitting on the bed, taking off her pullover and then her top. Isaac marveled at her breasts as they spilled over her lap, having taken off his clothes leaving just his boxers. Jasmine opened the box to reveal the Monkey's Paw. The two curled fingers clenched around the desiccated palm with a tuft of thick, black fur covering the back and wrist of it, two pieces of bone jutting out from the cut stub.

"I didn't expect it to look so... fresh." Isaac said.

"Yea, well, magic, y'know?" Jasmine said with growing excitement. She picked up the paw and focused for a moment. A finger curled, two wishes remaining.

"Oh! Okay, uh, what did you wish for exactly?" Isaac asked, debating testing the waters of how much he could touch Jasmine by placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I wished for my tits to start lactating!" Jasmine said with a smile. "Now, don't you want to taste me milk once I start leaking?"

"Absolutely." Isaac said, "Uh, how- where should I be? Where do you want me?" Isaac said with a smirk.

"Right here." Jasmine said softly. She scooped her breasts up in her arms. The two situated themselves and Isaac laid his head down on her lap, moaning as Jasmine eased her tits down, making sure one was square on his face. Jasmine returned the moan as Isaac began sucking on her teat. Then, she could feel it. A deep warmth, and prickling, and then pressure. So much pressure. Then, an eruption. Milk began to flow. Readily. Steadily. Without any effort on her part, or Isaac's. He began gulping it down, with Jasmine's other tit leaking a steady stream down onto his lap, his boxers sticking to his growing erection. Jasmine reached her hand down and began stroking him.

"That's it, keep drinking!" Jasmine said breathily, "Moo!" she smiled, her hands trembling slightly.

The wish, however, was not done with her.

Isaac began to moan, loudly. Jasmine gasped as she felt his erection in her hand begin to grow. It sprouted from his original six inches, up to eight, which Jasmine was relieved about slightly. Bursts of precum started flowing out as she pondered why he grew so little, then she saw what else was happening. His balls were becoming massive. Already pulling his boxers down, already reaching the size of his head.

"Oh yes! Keep drinking! Grow for me!" Jasmine said, running her hand up and down Isaac's shaft, perfectly lubed by his pre. She felt herself trembling all over as Isaac started to cum, thick ropes erupting from his rod, covering her hand, coating her tits, spilling over everything, splashing down onto the floor. There had to be gallons of it. She felt Isaac stop drinking and she picked his head up from under her udders.

"Th-that... uh," Isaac caught his breath, "amazing." she smiled, seeming more than a bit dazed.

"Good, because I have two more wishes, a lot of wants, and two maids that will clean up all this mess." Jasmine said..

"Okay, what do you want now?"