The door opened, and I looked up as my new girlfriends walked in, only to receive a shock as I realized that my wish had been taken too literally. I'd expected the bombshells from Baywatch, forgetting that the show was decades old, and that the babes I'd been drooling over had aged as well. Both had gained dozens of pounds, were bulging out of their designer clothes as they strutted into the room, muffin jobs and breasts jiggling with every step. Erika looked at me, sprawled on the couch, then moved to sit by my side, snuggling in next to me, while Nicole took the other side, planting a kiss on my chocolate-smeared lips.
“Hey, babe,” Nicole said, reaching into a bag of potato chips, cramming two into her mouth. “I thought we could, like, order pizza or something. There's a special on at Pizza Hut today. Two for one.” Reaching to pat my belly, she added, “Two each, hey.”
My mouth began to drool as I looked over the two of them, suddenly realizing that the ring had done me a favor. Rather than a pair of skinny babes, I was nestled in between two BBW MILFs, both of whom were visibly lusting over me, Nicole draping a leg over mine as she planted a chocolate into my mouth. All of us seemed about the same weight, but that was going to change quickly. I looked around the room again, wondering why I'd decided to stay in my house. I had money, I had the ring. Wrapping my arm around my two girlfriends, I made another wish, and for a second, the room blurred, everything finally snapping into focus again an instant later.
The house had become a penthouse apartment, the couch a four-poster bed. Erica and Nicole had changed a little as well, retaining their curves but dropping a decade, their gleaming eyes staring at me in a combination of love and lust. On the far screen, a television displayed a cooking programme, and Erica glanced hungrily up at the chocolate confection the chef was carefully preparing. My belly was already bigger, the ring compensating for my new lifestyle, and I lazily reached across for an intercom button on the wall, poking it with a flabby finger.
“Pre-breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes, sir,” a soft voice purred. “Would you like me to bring in some snacks to tide the three of you over?”
“That would be perfect,” I replied. “And you'd better double the size of pre-breakfast.” I patted Nicole's stomach, and added, “We're starving.”
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