"Just be careful not to let me slip out of your bra." Jon said.
"Haha, you silly pair of boobage and how do you expect that to happen?" Jon felt the bra digging into his flesh as Karyn's chest expanded and contracted with her laughter. "I thought you can feel how tight this bra sits against you. There's no way my boobs are leaving my lingerie unaided!"
"Yes Karyn, I just meant..." Jon didn't really know how to voice his concern. He just wanted to avoid being too squished at all cost. "I meant that with size like mine I'm probably bound to move more than a support of a push-up would allow to be comfortable."
"Oh shut up. Being comfortable is not a right you have anymore. It's not like I'm going to leave Sarah's post at the cheerleading squad just because my tits don't feel like bouncing around. Or not give some sexy hunk a titfuck just because you get grossed out."
What Karyn just said was concerning at the least but Jon got particularly worried at the way the last sentence came out. It definitely didn't sound like the prude Karyn he knew. The influence of being in Sarah's body had to be much stronger than he initially thought.
"But if you are so concerned about moving around too much, maybe I should at least make your concerns legitimate..." Karyn said in a wondering tone.
"Karyn, please think before you say something dumb..." Jon wanted to say but failed to. In the end, it is not customary for breasts to dispense advice to their owners.
"I wish no matter what happens my breasts will remain as comfortable to me as it is now." she started but Jon knew the bulk of the wish was still to come. "I wish in the next 20 minutes my breasts would gradually get more and more hefty until any medical professional would recommend their surgical reduction. I also wish that while that happens their consistence changed slightly giving them more wobble-inducing softness while also making their shape naturally mostly jut forward... I wish those changes would be perceived by all but me and my tits as the actual state of reality."
