Ciana paused a moment in the hall, triple checking the room assignment chart.   Grace.  She’d be putting up with Grace of all people as a roommate.  Not that she had any problem with her.  She was nice.  Too nice really.  The kind of nice that was probably fake.

It was impossible to tell as an acquaintance.  But when you were sleeping in the same dorm room, you learned things about people.

She sighed and wheeled her suitcase down the rest of the hall.  It could have been so much worse.  SO much worse.

Room twenty-three was open when she approached.   Grace worked at putting away clothes in the dresser, effectively claiming one side of the room as her own.  The simple act sent a twinge of annoyance through Ciana.  She could have at least waited until I got here before…

Grace turned around, noticing her.  “Oh, Hi!  Awesome luck, huh?   I never thought I’d score a room with a friend.”

Friend she says.  “Yeah, well, it’s better than getting a stranger that’s for sure…”  Ciana moved in and threw her suitcase on top of her bed and set down lunch on her night table.  She took a look around and realized the placement of the window and the obnoxious way the sun poured in on the other side of the room.  If she’d been given the choice.  She definitely would have picked this bed.

She glanced over at Grace, in her all her obnoxious perfection.  Like most girls, Ciana had fallen prey to the ‘Freshman Fifteen’ and the chub wasn’t particularly flattering on her— not that she was particularly skinny in the first place.

Grace was pretty much immune to it.  She was a typical cute Korean girl with a tight butt Ciana would KILL for and a larger than average bust.  In some sort of divine justice, Grace was probably a full size larger than her— and on Grace’s skinny frame those D-cups looked huge.

It must have been something about that day.  The girl that served her at the chicken place had huge tits.   Big enough that Ciana thought she might have had implants.

Ciana ground her teeth just thinking about it.  This year was gonna be hell.  Cool down, girl.  Just offer the olive branch.  It could be worse.  SO much worse.

“You hungry?” Ciana said.  “I grabbed some food on the way in.  Enough for two.”

“Really?  I actually am.”  Grace spoke with sickening enthusiasm.  “What’s on the menu?”

“Rotisserie Chicken.  Some mashed potatoes.  Mac and cheese.”

Grace looked apprehensive.  “Ah… that… yeah.  I’ll take some chicken at least.  No skin please.”

Irritation tugged at Ciana.  I guess peasant food is too good for miss perfect.

“I have some bottled water in my mini-fridge if you want one,” Grace said.

“I’m good.  I have diet soda.”  Ciana pulled out the food and made Grace a plate, then one for herself.

Grace spoke up, pointing.  “We should break it!”

Ciana, confused, followed her point.  In the center of the picked-over chicken carcass, she spotted a protruding bone.  A wishbone.  “That’s more of a turkey thing.  I don’t think breaking a chicken bone will bring luck.”

“Ah… but.. it couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Fine.  Whatever.”  Ciana fished it out with one firm pluck and held it towards Grace.  “Pull away.”

Grace grinned and took the other end, they tugged on three.  Ciana ended up with the bigger half.

“You won!  Great!  What are you wishing for?”

Ciana scoffed.  “If I told you that, it wouldn’t come true.”  If anything I’d wish you’d put on some damn weight so I don’t have to look bad.

Grace picked at the chicken in a cheery mood.  If she was upset about losing the wishbone pull, she wasn’t showing it.   She pulled her long raven hair behind her and started to eat.  Even the way she ate pissed Ciana off.  After every bite she licked at her fingertips like the grease would soak in if it sat there for more than a minute.

“You know.  I think I’ll have some mac and cheese after all.  It looks good.”

Ciana raised a brow, but complied, giving her a big spoonful of the stuff.  She expected Grace to complain.

“Thanks!  I haven’t had mac and cheese in SOOO long!”  She took a big bite, making an exaggerated ‘nom’ sound.

Ciana groaned and went to her own food.

They chatted idly over lunch and between the two of them actually polished off the meal completely.   For being a skinny twig, Grace could eat.   Maybe she just had an amazing metabolism.  Ciana had met grace her freshman year— they hung out with the same circle of friends and actually had a good bit in common.  Grace played mean a support game in Underleagues and even had good taste in Anime.   She’d even opened Ciana’s eyes to some quality Korean stuff that flew under her radar.

“So… do you have a boyfriend?”  Ciana said.

“Nope.  I’m focusing on classes.   You?”

As if she needed to ask.  “Yeah.  Classes.  Good.  It would suck if I had to worry about getting locked out of my room because you wanted sex.”

Grace chuckled.  “Haha… yeah.  I guess so.  I wouldn’t know, though.  I don’t really party.”

More reason she’d be a good roommate, I guess.

Grace reached up and fiddled with the strap of her bra through her shirt.  It seemed like a rude thing for ‘Miss Perfect’ to do in front of her, but she was her roommate now…

She looked visibly uncomfortable too and then a loud gurgling noise broke the awkward silence.

“Excuse me.”  They both said at the same time.

Then Ciana realized that wasn’t her stomach.  She just assumed it was… considering she had the occasional digestive issue.  But…  “Whoa.  You still hungry or something?  Should I go get us seconds?”

“What?  N-no…” Grace flushed pink.  “I just… maybe it’s because I’m not used to such heavy food.”

Ciana clicked her tongue.  “Probably.  I guess I’ll—”

A loud snap tore through air.  It made both girls jump.  Ciana looked around to try and find the source, but then her gaze settled on Grace— she wasn’t looking around at all.  Because she knew what the sound had been.

She sat there with her arms folded under her now unsupported breasts.  Ciana was no stranger to bra malfunctions, not because she was particularly busty, but because her size was a little hard to find band size-wise.  Grace’s bra had given up the ghost.  Not only that he boobs looked… bigger.

They sat in quiet shock.  Until Ciana found words.  “Did your… boobs just grow?”

“I… I…” Grace flustered.  “How could they have?  That doesn’t make sense.  Maybe I just… wore an old bra?”

Ciana smirked.  “You trying to say your boobs got bigger recently?”

“S-sort of.  I mean I wasn’t a D-cup until I was eighteen.   Late bloomer I guess…”

“But you’re what… twenty now?  Why would you have a two-year-old bra?”

“I don’t know!”  She looked distressed.  “I was staying with my parents over break so… maybe I grabbed an old on then!”

“Take off your shirt,” Ciana said.

“What?  Why?”

“Don’t be weird.  We’re both girls.  And I’m not saying this because I want to see your boobs.  I’m saying it because it could be something like an allergy.”

“Ah… right…” Sheepishly Grace pulled off her blouse and the destroyed bra.  Her breasts looked exceedingly normal, if nor exceedingly perky.  Not only were they bigger than Ciana’s they were firmer.  That just pissed her off.  “S-so?  Do they look weird?  Do you see any… infection?”

“No.  Your boobs are fine.” Ciana looked away.  It’s almost like… they just grew?

Over the next few days, Ciana thought it had just been their imagination.  Things played out pretty normal between them.   She fell back into her usual groove with classes, caught up with friends and generally felt like a college student again.

It felt weird being Grace’s roommate, though.  Like she felt obligated to spend more time with her and Grace was quick to adhere to that too.

Not that anyone wanted to spend any time holed up in their dorm room.  It was just a need to get along with the person you had to share a room with.

It was about a week later when Ciana walked in on Grace changing.  Grace turned around, briefly panicked until she realized it was just Ciana.   Once that settled in, she sighed and went back to her clothes.

“Disappointed?” Ciana said, smirking.  “You look like you’d been happier if I’d been some random guy walking in.”

“I’d be mortified,” Grace said.  “Something weird is happening to me.”

Ciana settled her gaze on her chest.   And sure, enough her boobs were spilling out of her bra.  Enough that the tops of her nipples peeked out.  Ciana took a sip of her diet coke and shrugged.  “Maybe you just put on some weight.  Beer calories catch up on you.”

“I don’t drink…” Grace said.  “And… it’s just my boobs.”

Ciana looked away annoyed.  “If only we were all so lucky.  I wouldn’t complain if I piled on some weight in my tits.  Hell, I’d be happy if some of the chub moved UP to my tits.”

Grace smiled softly.  “I suppose… I’m just whining then.”

“Nah.  I get it.  It’s shitty if your bras don’t fit.  We could go shopping.  It’s like one of those time skips in anime.  I guess your boobs weren’t done growing.”

They shared a laugh.  Surely it was something minor like that.

The trip to the department store brought them in better spirits.  Grace ended up having to buy all new bras.  None of them fir anymore.  She wasn’t surprised about the one that broke, but even her larger ones were snug now.

Ciana tried on a size up herself, but she had the same old C-cups she’d always had.  Mercifully she hadn’t grown anywhere else.  She was hesitant to diet though, losing weight would probably take her down to a B-cup… and that meant she’d have to go bra shopping for a size she couldn’t maintain.

“This can’t be right…” Grace said through the dressing room wall.

“What?”

“This F cup bra… it doesn’t fit.  I can’t be that big.”

Ciana felt the pang of annoyance.  “…maybe the band is small?”

“No.  That fits fine.  I’m just spilling out at the cups.”

Grace’s words felt like daggers on Ciana’s ego.  She had no words for it.  What could she even say?  Well, there was one thing.  “Then just get a G.  It’s no big deal.  You should be happy your tits are big.”

32-G.  Ciana marveled at the size at the check out more than the price.  The only bras Grace could find at that size cost three times as much each as the bargain 38-Cs Ciana got.  She almost felt bad for her.  Almost.

Grace wore one of them out, and when they were properly supported they looked gigantic on Grace’s slim frame.   They also didn’t do much to keep her from bouncing around.  Not up and down, so much as the jostling high on her chest.

It was a problem Ciana couldn’t hope to have.  As her body was bigger around, her bras just covered her whole boob.  Where with Ciana… it really just held them up, keeping to top third of her boob exposed so she could show off cleavage in a low-cut shirt.  Grace had avoided shirts like that over the past few weeks.

On the way back to the college she got at least three sets of guys making catcalls at her.  She took it in stride, giving them a cute little smile and wave.  Attention like that never seemed to bother her.  She always saw it as a compliment.

Ciana would kill to get that sort of attention.  It took tier two beer goggled before a guy propositioned her for sex.  And it was just that.  Sex.  They didn’t ogle so much as see her as an easy mark for in and out.

The more she watched Grace, the more she envied her.  She was a Goddess compared to her and it was pretty annoying how she didn’t cash in on that attention.

When they got back to their room, Ciana avoided talking to Grace.  Even when she tried to strike up conversation.   Grace just never caught the hint.

On the third try, Ciana left the room.  Make some shitty excuse about needing to go to the library.

This went on for a few days.  Ciana found herself avoiding Grace.  Spending more time with other friends and staying out late.  She even spent the night over a guy’s place she didn’t really even like that much just to avoid going ‘home’.

She probably should have had sex with him… but she did it without thinking.

The guy got annoying on day three.  Asking if she’d consider going steady with him.  That was the last thing she wanted to hear.  He was OK looking and nice… but bluntly?  He sucked at sex and was average ‘sized’.  Ciana didn’t give him an answer, heading back to her dorm room.

Grace was in there studying.  Ciana expected her to be cold, but she just smiled up at her as she’d never left.  “Welcome back, stranger.”

“Y-yeah… back,” Ciana avoided eye contact and settled her gaze on Grace’s chest.  She noticed it immediately.  The ‘muffin top’ effect through her shirt was pretty obvious.

She did some mental math and it had been about a week and a half since Ciana had paid any mind to Grace’s tits… but…  “Grace?  Did your… boobs grow again?”

She winced.  “It’s that obvious?”

“It sort of is…” Ciana stepped closer, putting her hands on either side of Grace’s boobs and squeezed.

Grace let out a little squeal and a loud snap heralded the demise of her bra.  Her boobs flopped lower on her body.  It was a front-clasped bra and the sheer amount of space between the separated clasps was concerning…

Didn’t she just buy this bra…?

“Ciana… I’m… worried,” Grace said.  “They just keep growing.  I have these nightmares… like someone is sneaking into the room and putting a hose between my shoulder blades.  Like theirs just pumping gallon after gallon of fat into my chest…”

Ciana chuckled.  “Gallons?  Come on, they aren’t that big.”

“They are in the nightmares.  I feel like they’re not gonna stop growing until they’re to my knees.”  Grace slipped her arms under her chest.  “What if they don’t stop even then?  What if I’m just pinned down by gigantic boobs and…”

“It’s a nightmare,” Ciana said.  “They’re supposed to be scary.   But the reality isn’t that bad.  Sure it’s annoying, but you look amazing.”

She moved her hands to Grace’s shoulders and gave her a comforting smile.  “Don’t be ashamed of it, OK?  You’ve never been the type to let things like this define you.  That’s why we’re friends.”

The tension left Grace’s face.  “You… you’re right.  Thanks.”

“And if I could I’d totally take some of this boob from you.  I’m jealous actually.   It’s like… you get all the good stuff and I…”

Grace put her hand on Ciana’s arm.  “I’m sorry.  But don’t be jealous.  If I could give you some I would.  You know that, right?  Maybe you should have wished for big boobs when we got that chicken.”

Ciana hesitated.  “…chicken.  No way…”

“Or not.  I’m sorry…”

“No.  I’m just… When I made a wish.  I wished you’d put on weight.   I didn’t mean it like THAT, but I just didn’t take it seriously.”

Grace gaped.  “You think that’s the reason?”

“If it is… I owe you an apology,” Ciana said, sighing.  “I never wanted you to suffer.  I just…”

“I’m not!  In fact, that makes it easier!”  Grace grinned.  “That means it’s not a curse.  It’s a gift.”

“Uh…” Ciana was stunned.  “I didn’t mean it as a gift.  I was just being a bitch… I couldn’t deal with you being miss perfect and…”

“It’s fine!  Now I don’t care how big my boobs are.  As long as I know it’s something you gave me.”  Grace put on the biggest sappiest smile Ciana had ever seen.  She put her hands top her breasts like they really were some sort of treasured gift.

Right about then, Ciana knew Grace was pretty weird.

Ciana got chicken for dinner the next day.  The same girl was working the counter too, the one with the obnoxiously huge boobs.  They looked even bigger really.  She was really chatty, acting like she knew Ciana and struck her as fixated on making sure she was happy with her order.

Ciana didn’t recognize her from school though, she was a local.  Probably a few years older.  It at least helped that she made the same food suggestion.  That made it easy to recreate what happened.

When she got back to her dorm room, she found Grace studying as normal.  She sat on her bed braless in a loose T-shirt.

“Oooh~, something smells good,” Grace said.

“Rotisserie.”  Ciana held it up.  “Macaroni.  Mashed potatoes…”

“I’ll take a plate if you’re offering.”

Ciana tried to recreate the scene as much as she could.  Picked out a chicken about the same size, matching the time of day.  Everything was perfect.  And when the remains of the chicken were left.  There was a chicken bone waiting.  A wishbone.

Ciana cleared her throat.  “Might as well make a wish, you know?”

Grace nodded.  “Yeah!  But I’m gonna win this one!”

Ciana smiled gently.  But it wasn’t going to be like that.  She’d rigged it in her favor.   With a careful cut and a bit of sabotage, everything was gonna play out exactly as it did before.  So, she could fix the problem she started.

Grace, predictably picked the same side and lined up.  They pulled and… Grace came out with a larger piece.

Ciana boggled.  She’d cracked the bone in her favor.  There was no way she…

“I wish Ciana had boobs as big as mine!  No!  Bigger!”  Grace grinned.  “With your fuller figure, you’ll look way better than I ever did.”

“I-idiot…” Ciana leaned forward.  “You could have fixed it!  Why did you…”

“Are you mad?  Did you not want big boobs?”

Ciana bit her lip.  She wasn’t.  And surely if they wanted to… they could just make another wish.  She brought her hands to her chest.  But she… didn’t feel any different.  Maybe that one chicken was magical.  Maybe she was out of luck.

Ciana sighed.  “Thanks, Grace.  You really are cool.  I even tried to cheat… but fate wasn’t having it.  Even if you ended up wasting your wish.  I appreciate it.”  She looked away.  “…but you’re not supposed to say it aloud.  That means it’s not gonna come true.”

“Oh!” Grace brought a hand to her mouth.  The simple act set her massive boobs to bobble lewdly.  “I messed up.”

“It’s the thought that counts.  I’ll try again next week.”

Ciana went about her week normally, this time spending time with Grace.  The days went by and things felt normal again.  Grace went out to classes with her head held high, too small bra or not.  And just watching her, she wasn’t kidding about appreciating the gift.

Guys were flirty, sometimes rude, but she simply took it in stride.  Telling them it was OK to stare as long as they knew she wasn’t planning to play around with guys until school was over.   She teased them at the possibility of being an item over breaks.

Ciana had taken up the role as her ‘guardian.’ Focusing on helping Grace sort out the matter of her expanding chest.  She was pretty sure Grace had a line.   And it was up to Ciana to make sure no scumbags found their way into it.

It was about two weeks later when Ciana was getting ready for class when she struggled to clasp her bra.  She tried a second time and fluffy cleavage bubbled up just over the hook.

She’d spent so much time watching Grace that she didn’t notice herself.   And thinking back on it… her bra had been rather tight.  For the first time, she’d focused on someone else’s happiness more than her own.  Enough that she’d been oblivious to the fact the second wish had worked.

Grace wasn’t in the room to talk about it.  She was off visiting family for the weekend… but she could talk about it.

Ciana dialed her up, and in true Grace fashion, she answered on the second ring.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“My boobs.  They’re growing too.  My bras aren’t fitting.  It worked the same way it did with you.”

“Really… that’s… interesting.”

“I think they’re growing faster than you did… if it goes at this rate, I might end up bigger than you.”

“Actually, about that, I’m still growing.  I just snapped a bra at the amusement park.   I’m actually in a gift shop trying to find a way to improvise.  It’s not like they sell brassieres here.  And I’m too embarrassed to go to my parents for help… they actually accused me of getting breast implants!”

Ciana flinched.  “That’s… I thought you stopped.”

“I did too.  But I guess it’s just harder to tell that I'm bigger now that my boobs are so big.  I’m just getting used to it.  It’s like my body is just used to my tits inflating.”

“But you’re already so big… how do we make them stop?  I mean… is the same thing going to happen to me?”

“I’m not sure… look… I have to go.  I’m getting weird looks from the attendants.”

“Sure… S-sorry.”  Ciana hung up.  She was excited about it at first, but then realized she was rather concerned.  She was fine with getting bustier… but what if they didn’t stop.  What if her and Grace got bigger and bigger… was there a limit?  What if her body couldn’t take it past a certain size?

She pressed her hands against her breasts, closing her eyes.  She felt normal enough, but she’d thought she could feel them changing slowly.  That made her wonder if it wasn’t steady.  Did it only work when she was asleep?  When she exerted herself?  There were too many mysteries surrounding it.

I need to figure this out, for both our sakes.

Ciana spent the rest of the day looking for urban legends surrounding this.  She also tried to think if there were any girls that changed size.  No luck there.  She found mention of a chain letter— something she hadn’t heard about since she was in elementary school.  It seemed pretty bogus, but it boiled down to getting cursed.  The only way to get rid of it was to infect two other people.

Two other… Ciana stood from her desk and hurried out to the chicken place.  When she got there a skinny girl worked the counter.   “Hey… is a girl working today?  Real big breasts?”

The girl at the counter rolled her eyes.  “Oh.  Her.  She quit a few days ago.  I think she moved to another town to be a stripper or a porn star or something.”

Ciana flinched.  “Seriously?”

“No.  I’m not serious.  I just freaking hated that girl.  So, I don’t care why she quit.  She always left the line in a mess and she was totally rude.  Like she was like… better than everyone else.”

“Do you have anyway I can get in contact with her?  It’s… important?”

“Nope.  And the manager isn’t gonna give you her number.   Privacy.”

Ciana groaned.  She should have noticed it earlier.  The girl's boobs probably didn’t just look bigger.  They probably were.  She passed the curse on to Grace, and then to Ciana.  The wishbone wasn’t what did it.  It had to be something else.

“Thanks for your help, I uh… can I get a meal?”

Ciana wracked her brain trying to figure out what happened to infect Grace.  And what happened differently to infect her.  Did it have something to do with food?  Was it actually the wishbone?  When she got back to the college she stopped at a friend’s room.  She knew Jani had a single room so it would go smoothly.  She answered on the third knock.

“Oh?  Ciana.  What’s up?”  Jani was a stereotypically cute brunette.  A little on the short side with perky B-cup breasts.  She certainly wouldn’t complain about the curse.

“I uh…” Ciana held up the food.  “Bought too much.  I forgot Grace wasn’t coming home till tomorrow.  So… want to split it?”

“Ew.  No,” Jani said.  “That food makes you fat.”

Shit.  She’s picky about her weight.

“Err.  Sorry.  I didn’t mean it that way.  But yeah, totally not interested.”  Jani closed the door.

Ciana tried three more friends and got similar answers.  She ended up eating the food with a guy—Tony, a guy Ciana had wanted to bang for a while— and made it a point to hide the wishbone.  When they finished eating, the worst thing possible happened.

“Hey Ciana,” Tony said.

“Yeah?”

“This is gonna sound weird, but are your boobs bigger?”

He caught Ciana in the middle of a long drink of diet cola.  She sputtered.  “W-wha?”

“No, they’re definitely bigger,” he said, grinning.  “I’ve checked you out plenty.  I’d notice.”

Ciana looked away, frowning.  “…I didn’t notice.”

“How couldn’t you?  Your boobs are spilling out your bra.  Or is that like… a small one?”

Ciana looked down and realized— to her horror— that it was obvious.  Her boobs muffin-topped out her bra.  They’d grown noticeably just over the day.  She stood.  “I… need to go.”

“Do you?” Tony said.  “They look a little sore bunched up in that bra.  I could massage them for you…”

She flinched.  She really was interested.   “They’re just swollen.  You’d probably disappointed when they go back down.”

“Not at all,” Tony said.  “Lemme pay you back for the meal.”

Ciana ended up crashing in his room for the next two days.  Not that she really got much sleep.  But she went back to her room to meet up with Grace when she got back.  Tony was pretty relentless about wanting to turn it into a full-on relationship, Ciana just asked him to let her think on it— dropping all the hints that she was ‘unavailable for sex’ for a week.

Thankfully, no guy wanted anything to do with a visit from Aunt Flo, so that bought her some time.

Ciana came back to the room to find Grace typing away on her computer.  She hadn’t even noticed that she’d come in.

Grace’s change in size was really something else.  Despite Ciana’s wish to have her put on weight, every last bit of it when into her tits.  Grace had to lean forward awkwardly to keep her boobs out of the way of typing, and that rode up her shirt enough to expose the staggering contrast between her waist.

It was a fresh reminder for Ciana of how aggravatingly lucky Grace was.  This curse only made her that much more desirable— the epitome of a girl guys would drool over on a superficial level.

Like most genuinely thin girls she didn’t even have much of a butt.  So the massive upgrade in bust size wasn’t an hourglass.  Just unadulterated top-heaviness.

Ciana flounced on the bed and grabbed her own laptop, trying to keep herself from thinking on it.  But there was something about Grace’s awkward position— the way her breasts smushed against her slender legs.   It was just impossible to ignore.

Even if I got as busty as her… she’d still be more amazing.   That’s like every guy’s wet dream right there.

Ciana pushed the thought to the back of her mind and worked with Grace to try and figure out the curse.  She struck up the conversation, bouncing ideas back and forth with Grace to try and make some sort of progress.  From what they could find, no one had a clear answer on how to trigger it.  The only requirement seemed to be getting targeted by someone looking to get rid of the curse…

One thing was for sure, messing it up made things worse.  Ciana had the triple Ds to prove it.

“I think I’ve got it,” Grace said, waving Ciana over to her laptop.  “It has something to do with envy.  I mean, that makes sense what happened to me… but why’d it happen to you?”

Ciana looked away blushing.  “You’re kidding, right?  You’re freaking amazing.  What’s there not to envy?”

“R-really?” Grace looked uneasy.  “But I’ve always envied you.”

“What?  Why?”

“You’re so confident.  I’ve always known it, but the time we’ve spent on being roommates really made me realize it.  And my wish… well… it was easy for me to make because you deserve to have an outside that shines as much inside.”

Ciana looked away annoyed.  It made it worse that she was telling the truth.  IT would have been so much easier to just keep hating Grace, but… she was a good person.  Ciana was lucky to have a friend like her.  Especially now that they were stuck in the same boat.

“So mushy stuff aside,” Ciana said.  “What are we gonna do about this?  We’re slowly filling up with no end in sight.  It’s all good that we know why, but if we don’t know how to stop it, we’re screwed.”

“W-well.  That’s the thing.  This envy thing is on the internet a few times.  And the way people are getting rid of it is by passing it on to other people.”

“Like a chain letter?”

“Yeah.  But we don’t know if that’s even true.  Looking at it though… it doesn’t look like you go back to normal after you ‘pass it’.”

“That’s fine,” Ciana said.  “I could use some extra tit, but we need to fix you first.  It’s not a big deal if I get bigger for a while but you’re going to be unmanageable soon.  Isn’t it already hard to find bras and stuff.”

“Y-yeah…”

“So let’s focus on helping you.  We just need to find girls that want to be bigger, right?”

Grace shook her head.  “No.  It’s not that easy.  It needs to be seen as a curse.  We need to find someone that’s envious.  From the way I see it, it’s not just breasts.  Envy could be anything.”

“But it always makes their boobs bigger?”

“No idea.”

Ciana considered this.  The college had no shortage of petty girls, envious of others for some reason or another.  The problem came with luring them into the trap.  Worse, Ciana didn’t even know what the trap was.  All she did was eat some chicken and broke a wishbone.

It dawned on her all at once.  “…I think I get it.  What if that wishbone… was just a vessel?”

“A vessel?”

“Yeah like… the food was just a general courtesy.  The wishbone thing was the moment I thought ‘I wish she’d put on some weight’.  That was where I was petty.”

“And for me, it’s when I thought… I wish you were as busty as me.”

“That could be perceived as you wanting me to go through the same thing as me.  That’s envy in a way, right?  Just like I wanted you to know what it’s like to be chubby.”

Grace looked horrified. “I didn’t do it to hurt you!”

“I don’t think it matters.”  Ciana looked down at her chest, considering it for a moment.  This curse… it must be able to twist the whims of the person making the wish.  But Grace is proof that we don’t need to have the worst of intentions.

“Grace.  Let’s find someone that wouldn’t mind having bigger boobs.”

“But you just said—”

“I know.  But that’s more for us.  That way we won’t feel bad when the curse spreads.  Outside of that?  We need to find someone that has real envy.  Someone that needs that envy cleansed.  That way, we’re turning this curse into a blessing.” Ciana looked away blushing.  “…like how I feel towards you.  I never thought we’d end up being real friends.  But we are.  That makes me happy.”



Grace beamed.  “I’m happy to hear you say that, Ciana.  Let’s do it.  We’ll use this to help people.”