Jon woke up from a sudden, dreamless sleep to see the clock flashing noon, and his mother's face bent over before him. "Come on, honey, you need to wake up until midnight or so tonight so the injection takes. The earlier transformations really did a number on you. You were out for twenty-six hours." Slowly, he sat up, rubbing his arm where a dull ache was beginning to set in from the injection she'd apparently given him while waking him up. Mom coaxed him out of bed and dressed him in something while he was still half-asleep; it was a shock, minutes later, looking in the mirror to see a petite, somewhat busty redheaded girl in a tank top and jeans.
The day was mostly uneventful; by the night, he had tiny dark spots below his breasts, which were just a bit larger. The next day saw those dark spots become clear nipples, and over the next few days they slowly grew to the same original size as his first pair, which were now at least D-cups and lactating. These days he spent only in the house, on the computer, watching TV, lying in bed. On the fifth day of the week he started going topless, having nothing that would fit both pairs. The stares of his family were almost unbearable.
Finally, the week was over, and all four of his breasts were well over DD-cup, and had to be milked daily. Jon still couldn't look at the cute four-breasted fourteen-year-old girl in the mirror and believe it was him. She was so tiny, so vulnerable, and unable to run. Unable to wear a top at all. He'd gotten several pairs of pants and, at Mom's insistence, some skirts he had yet to wear. Life was going to be strange.
