“Thanks so much, sweety,” Georgia said. “This will go great for my next photo shoot.”
“No problem,” Dave said, “I feel so sexy as your boobs, and even sexier in this bra. Too bad I won’t be able to experience it in bed.”
“Who says you won’t?” Georgia asked.
“You don’t actually mean you’d go cheat on me?”
“Well its not really cheating. I can’t cheat on a breast, now can I?”
“But I’m your husband.”
“Dave, I can’t be married to a boob, and since the spell was permanent, you’ll have to-“
“It was WHAT?” Dave screamed in her mind.
“To give me the size boost, it had to be. I thought you’d understand.”
“I was a man!” Dave said, “And now I’m…I’m…just mounds of flesh.”
“And you should start by acting like it.” Georgia said, and snapped her fingers.
“Honey, please, there has to be some other way! Honey? Georgia!” But she had already cut off her communication with him. He was just a boob to her now, and she was ready for her photo shoot.