Jo wandered through the beach bazaar, her mom following her as the young lizard scampered up to stalls, looked at the collection of trinkets, necklaces and bracelets before hurrying away. Her mom had promised to buy her a souvenir that she liked before they went home on the big plane tomorrow, so she was looking hard for something that none of her friends had.
The young lizard turned a corner into a dead end where an old male lizard was sitting behind a stall, and was about to turn away before she saw something sparkling, nestled between a large bracelet made out of cloth and a necklace with a small wooden crocodile hanging on it.
Jo walked up to the stall, keeping her eyes on the sparkling stone that she had seen and picked it up to look at it.
“Ah, the little miss has good taste, no” a melodious voice spoke out and Jo jumped, almost dropping the stone, as the old male straightens outs, his eyes looking directly at Jo, “for the pretty young lady I’ll sell you that necklace for 5 dollars”
“Oh I’m not paying, my mommy is” Jo stutters back, holding tightly on to the stone, just as her mom walks round the corner, her large hips swaying under her tiny waist, her massive breasts bouncing with each step.
“Have you chosen something yet sweetie” she yawns out, sounding bored and tired.
“Yes Mommy” Jo holds up the small stone, the blue stone gleaming in her green hands.
“How nice” Elizabeth turns to the stall owner “How much is that”.
“Five dollars, ma’am”
Elizabeth pulls a note out of the bag hanging by her waist, puts it on the stall, and turns away.
Just before she followed her mom Jo saw the old stall keeper gesturing at her for her to come closer, as she did he started to speak.
“That stone is magic little miss, yes, it will grant you any wish you ask of it” he says to Jo, his eyes shining the same colour as the stone.
Just as she is about to ask the stall keeper what he means, Elizabeth called for her to hurry up and Jo runs back down the small alley into the bazaar, the old stall keepers’ eyes following her.

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As the door closed behind her Jo ran up the stairs to her room, the coldness of her return home had only been made worse by the warmth she had just left behind, looking down at the bright blue stone; she remembered what the old male had told her.
She sat down, and tried to think of a good wish to start off with, her eyes screwed shut with the effort of thinking of a good wish, before she heard her mom clattering about downstairs in the kitchen, making dinner before either could succumb to jet lag.
“That’s it” she grasped the stone tight between her hands “I wish I was big like mommy, I wish I was big like mommy, I wish I was big like mommy” she chanted, the stone clutched tightly between her fingers, started to glow, and then faded.
Jo opened her eyes and looked at the stone in her hands, dropped it back round her neck, sighing at the lack of any sign that her wish had been fulfilled, before heading back downstairs to get the dinner that her mom was cooking.
During the dinner Jo felt ravenous and ate almost two servings, her mom putting it down as the jet lag from the plane trip, before putting her own dishes in the washer, and heading upstairs to her room.
Jo returned to her room after finishing a third serving, her stomach distended with the amount of food she had crammed into it, but as the door clicked shut behind her, the pain in her stomach faded and she could feel a faint tingle in her chest. Looking down she saw two small bumps on her chest, both of which were tingling in a way she had never felt before.
Reaching down she felt the lumps, as her cold fingers touched them through her pyjamas, she gasped and the tingle grew stronger. She quickly unbuttoned her top, and gasped, her two nipples were sticking out rigidly.
She continued to feel them until tiredness started to kick in, and she buttoned her shirt back on, not feeling the increased tightness against her chest, before she fell asleep.

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Jo woke up the next morning to a button pinging from her shirt; she rubbed her eyes and stretched, before looking down. Her chest was looking puffy, and the buttons on her shirt where straining slightly.
She opened her mouth to gasp, but her impatient stomach rumbled, and she groaned.
“That’s weird; I feel soooo hungry” She pulled off her pyjamas, before she got a good look at her new chest, “Am I growing, is my wish coming true?” She quickly pulled on a loose pink t-shirt and a pair of shorts, before heading down to the kitchen where her mom had left her a note.
‘I had to go to work today sweetie, I’ll be back around three o’clock, behave yourself’. Jo put the note back onto the side, and filled a bowl to the brim with her favourite cereal, heading through to the TV room, and flicked through the channels until she found the cartoons. Absent mindedly she ate her way through the entire bowl of cereal, and slurped the remaining milk from the bowl, before setting it aside.
As the cartoon finished she felt another tingle in her chest and she ran back to her room, pulling the t-shirt off so she could look at herself in her mirror, she looked at her puffy chest, her nipples tingling again, before she saw the growths under swell forward.
“I’m growing, I’m growing” she jumped for joy, before gasping as her breast swelled forward again, continuing until she could she see them when she turned her side to the mirror.
She raised her hands to her modest breasts, and started to feel them, squeezing them as though she was in a dream.
“They’re so soft” she moaned, before an idea sprang into her head. Pulling the t-shirt back on, she went into her mom’s room and rifled through her wardrobe until she found one of the bras that her mom wore, the expanse of white lace dwarfing her.
“This one is so huge, I’m far too small for it” she giggled before leaving the room, pulling the bra behind her.
She returned to the kitchen, and gathered all the sweets and snacks that she knew her mom tried to keep hidden from her, before going back to her room and devouring everything like a wild animal. After she had finished she stood facing the mirror and waited for the tingle.
It came quickly, and spread throughout her body, reaching from her clawed feet to the tips of her hair, but nowhere was it stronger than her breasts; the feeling was so strong that it almost drove her to her knees.
Looking in the mirror she watched her breasts swell faster than ever before, pushing against the tight fabric of her t-shirt, her nipples pulling the fabric taut against their sensitive tips. The swelling continued, looking for all the world like she was filling with water.
“B, Bigger, I want to be bigger, I want to be huge” She moaned, the stone glowing blue once more, the swelling surged again and her poor child sized t-shirt creaked and strained against the flood of flesh it was holding back. Her breasts began to push through the popped seams as she continued to grow, before the straining fabric ripped, with a final loud tearing sound, the collar remaining on her neck, everything else falling to the floor.
Jo quickly snatched the bra, hooking it around her back and pulling the straps to a tighter fit, but the cups hung empty around her growing breasts.
She looked in the mirror at herself and jumped, her oversized bust jiggling and bouncing with the movement.
“This tickles so much,” She looked back to her breasts in the bra cups “I’m almost as big as mommy” She leant back on her bed, both of her hands crept inside the bra and started to play with her nipples, teasing and flicking, until the growth of her flesh forced them out, the feeling of her breasts growing against the stiffened lace felt so good, that she started to fantasize that they were growing until they filled the room.
 Her breasts continued to grow, soon they were hanging by her knees only a foot from the floor, the white lacy bra growing tight, but Jo didn’t notice, lost in the daydream that her breasts had filled the room, and were pushing against the walls.
A loud snap woke her from her reverie, and she stood up wondering what had caused it, only to feel the bra fall from her breasts, and flutter to the floor. She stepped forwards the weight of her breasts trying to drag her from her feet, as she stumbled into view of the mirror.
“Wow” she gasped admiring herself “I’m so huge now, I’m bigger than mommy” she stood there hefting her breasts and admiring herself, until she heard the door open, and she rushed, in so much as she could, to the landing, hearing Elizabeth coming in.
“Mommy, mommy, look at me, I’m huge now too” she said, waving her arms for attention. Elizabeth looked up at her daughter standing at the top of the stairs, and fought for words to say.
“I guess you are dear, I guess you are.”
And in Jo’s new cleavage the blue stone glowed softly, awaiting the next wish the young lizard would, inevitably, make.