"I have to say I did not expect I'd end up in my current state when I woke up this morning." Catherine started carefully. "Especially not expected being five inches shorter and thirty pounds lighter. Lighter all around, except for my fucking chest."
"I already apologized, Catherine!" Gary burst.
It already stopped going according to the plan, Catherine thought. Gary was to stay quiet.
"I know having boobs stuck to your chest must be like the most annoying thing and that you'll probably never get used to having them but well... it'd just all be easier if you could appreciate them the same way you would as Jon."
"Gary!" Catherine squealed. She didn't have to check her ID to know something changed.
Suddenly she became very aware of the breasts cradled in her bra. At DD-cup they were like two larg-ish oranges worth of soft flesh hanging off her chest - definitely not a negligible weight. But even though considerable and noticeable they felt strangely natural, just as any other aspect of being Catherine. She managed to forget about them. Until now.
She stopped to a halt. All of a sudden they did not feel that natural anymore.
The two mounds on her front were completely foreign. Just like if she just grew them. Her chest felt unnecessarily chubby and the bra around her chest constraining. She turned to Gary. The motion made the two sacks of tissue stuck to her chest wobble - a movement she could feel in the way their mass pulled on her pectorals and stretched parts of her skin. It wasn't a comfortable experience.
Catherine looked down at the cleavage extending in front of her. The valley of flesh no longer seemed like it belonged there and she felt... surprised (?) to see it there. At the same time the sight was strangely alluring.
She brought her hand up to her right breast and put her palm against the outside of her bra. Then she slid her hand inside the cup. Feeling the soft and yielding flesh against her fingers felt exciting and sensual, just like it did back when as Jon she touched her first girlfriend's, significantly smaller chest.
In her head fondling of the breasts became an exciting prospect again. Boobs turned from a natural part of her anatomy into sexual pieces of flesh meant for squeezing, kneading, jiggling around, sucking on and putting one's dick between, like she's seen on many porn videos she watched as Jon.
But at the same time as her fingers explored the silky soft expanse of female mammary she felt the chubby growths upon her chest being fondled in a way which made her uneasy. Somehow she was back to being as used to having breasts as Jon was. The fatty sacks in front of her felt uncomfortable.
She removed her hand from her chest (causing it to jiggle again) and reached for her ID. Now it read:
Name: Catherine Gibson
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Hair Color/Length: Blond/15 Inches
Eye: Green
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 130 lbs
Body Type: Busty, hot
Cup Size: DD, Impossible to get used to
Clothes: School Uniform
Relationship: Dating Gary Parker, completely faithful
Attitude: Flirty, shy
Orientation: Heterosexual, with straight male response to own breasts
Libido: Very High
Skills: Excellent kisser
Dislikes: disgusted by having breasts
She didn't know what to say anymore. She looked at Gary with a resigned expression on her face.
"What?!" he asked. "What did I do wrong this time?"
Catherine said nothing, her bra-enclosed flesh still feeling yucky.
"I mean, I get it... They are probably much heavier than they might seem from their size, but so what..."
She wanted to yell at him to shut up but then she felt the tension in her bra straps increase with yet a hearty portion of magically conjured tit-weight. She sat down on the curb and broke down in tears, hiding her face in her hands.
The two unfamiliar elements of her body squishing against her knees.
