"Just so there's no cheating; I wish that you can't use the rock if you have female breasts." Laughing, Karyn tossed the rock to Jon and dashed out the door calling out, "Hurry up! I'll wait for you out front."
Grimacing, Jon set the stone aside and hurried after Karyn.
Jogging in place on the sidewalk in front of Jon's house, Karyn watched as Jon came down the stairs from the front porch; 'boogitty-boogitty-boogitty-boogitty'. Karyn found herself cringing and laughing at the same time as Jon's face formed a look of surprised pain before he could grab himself with both hands.
"You can't run like that you know." Karyn said.
Instead of answering, Jon took off running while still holding himself.
Shrugging, Karyn caught up and paced Jon. As they ran at a rather slow pace, Karyn giggled to herself each time she saw Jon start to involuntarily relax his hands only to suddenly press tight again with his next unrestrained stride.
"Next time, I suggest you use a sports bra after you've drained those things. Let me know when you want a rematch." Karyn said to the obviously in pain Jon.
"What do you mean rematch? We're not done yet." Jon croaked.
"Yes we are! Call me later!" Karyn said and sprinted off, leaving Jon to stumble to a stop."
Looking down at himself, Jon saw that instead of drying in the breeze, the entire upper half of his shirt was nearly transparent. Crossing his arms as best he could to hide his huge breasts, he trudged home.
Back in his bedroom, Jon peeled off his sticky smelly shirt. 'God, I smell like spoiled milk', he thought.
