Later Jon was laying in bed, on his back, the box containing the stone was in his hands, he was staring at it.
He was thinking about the stone. What would he do with it next? A lot of things he might want to do were out because of the range, even changing his bank account’s balance was probably not possible, that was stored on a computer that was almost certainly well outside the stone’s range. He was also limited by his own sense of morals, he couldn’t abide too much change to others that they didn’t know about, it felt too much like erasing the original version of them, even if it were Sarah or Biff. Karyn’s current wish was one thing, it was temporary, but permanent major changes?
He was very grateful to have it, not just because of what it could do, but what it had done in bringing Karyn and himself into a relationship they had both wanted for a long time.
Staring at the stone also left him seeing his breasts in the comfort oriented bra he wore for sleeping, filling the bottom part of his vision, a valley of cleavage between them. It was impossible to look down without seeing them, even as they had flattened and puddled on his chest under their own weight as he was flat on his back. He could feel the change in their shape. Yet another in the long line of unfamiliar sensations.
He sighed and put the box on his nightstand and rolled onto his side, feeling his bust shift with every movement. His boobs settled the bottom one slightly squished by the top one, flattening on one side against the mattress. He had the bottom arm under his pillow beneath his head, the other arm was resting partially on his breasts. Again he could feel how this stretched part of the skin on his boobs and the pressure on them, where they touched each other. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was exactly the position he had slept in the previous night, but it still felt strange. He felt himself slipping off to sleep
Karyn was restless and unable to sleep, she wanted to do something fun with Jon after school tomorrow, but she couldn’t think of what. Sort of a date. She ended up just staring at a digital picture frame she had on her desk as it flipped through pictures, not paying much attention to it as she thought, until it showed a picture that had been taken at the beginning of the previous summer. It showed her and Jon in bathing suits at a beach, this was one of the last times she had worn anything that revealing before she filled out. It showed a Karyn without big boobs, and a much less pronounced hourglass shape. Though the streak of blonde was there in her hair now, which wasn’t how she remembered the picture, it was just a little flash in the short hair she had then.
The picture brought her out of her head. She stared at it. Swimming. It was still far too cold to go swimming in a lake or pond. The public pool wouldn’t be very busy this time of year… especially not right after school. She imagined the current Jon ready to swim… He’d need a woman’s suit top… She knew she wanted to see that for real… how skimpy could she get him to wear? Probably not very… but any two piece top would look incredible on him with the bust he had…
The next morning she texted Jon.
“Hey Jon-boyfriend, swim after school?”
“Why that? No swim top here.”
“Me neither, shopping today then!”
Karyn hadn’t needed her bathing suit since the picture that inspired her was taken and her bust had grown substantially since then, even before she made the accidental wish, so that one would no longer fit her.
“No way, not shopping. You just want to see my boobs.”
The next day of school was mostly a repeat of the previous day. Including for Karyn spending almost an entire period looking at the guy beside her’s boobs. Though Jon didn’t have gym and he was relieved about that. He also avoided more awkward questions from his physics lab partner since it was a normal class day in Physics.
After the school day Jon and Karyn met up at the wall again. Karyn greeted him with another enthusiastic hug and kiss. They started walking, Karyn spending much effort attempting to convince him to change course for the mall so they could get bathing suit tops.
Eventually once she thought she might be starting to wear him down, Karyn got a few steps ahead and turned to face Jon while walking backwards
“Please…” She had her arm around behind her and twisted up part of her sweater, making it tighter around her torso, particularly her waist, which had the effect of making her figure much more visible, she tugged at the neck of the sweater with her other hand to keep it from pulling up against her, but it also made a gap and as she had bent forward slightly Jon could almost see a hint of cleavage down it. “Pretty please… make your girlfriend happy. You’ll get to see my boobs as much as I can see yours.” She was smiling the whole time she was putting on her little show. “I’ll even let you pick my top, go as skimpy as you like…”
“I… Oh fine.” She obviously wanted to do it very badly, and the phrase ‘your girlfriend’ had made him feel… many things, it still felt like they were doing something they weren’t supposed to, they’d been just friends for so long, he still felt a little like he was violating a trust when he looked at her as attractive, every little reminder that she likes him that way sent a rush of endorphins through his system.
Karyn almost tackled him with another enthusiastic embrace and kiss. This time she held the kiss for longer, and pushed her body against his harder… feeling her breasts squishing up against his, she even felt his body responding which caused hers to as well.
She broke the kiss, but didn’t pull any of the rest of her away, “MMM, somebody’s enjoying this hug a whole lot!”
Jon turned bright red.
“Don’t worry Jon-boyfriend, I’m enjoying it too.” She grinned at him and continued to hold the embrace and then kissed him again.
Eventually they continued on to the mall.
Karyn was feeling very pent up, between spending a class staring at boobs, fantasising about what various guys would look like with boobs, the evening she spent so close to Jon the day before, and the hug they had just shared. Now was not the time or place to deal with that and she was going to the mall to try on bathing suit tops and to watch Jon try on the same, so her head was full of images of Jon in various styles of bathing suit. Speedos on the bottom and the skimpiest women’s tops. She knew Jon didn’t own a speedo, nor would he wear a skimpy top, but… a girl could dream. She was also again holding onto Jon’s entire arm as they walked, she wished they could just keep hugging, but that’s not a practical way to walk and they did need to get home before dinner.
Upon arriving at the mall they went to a department store, neither of them was planning to spend much money on their top. Jon let Karyn pick out tops that were likely to fit him.
“Hey Jon-boyfriend, you’d look great in this one!” Karyn held up a top that was just two triangles to hold the breasts, that didn’t look like they were actually big enough for his.
“No.”
Karyn stuck out her tongue at him and said “I was only joking… well half joking you would look great in it, but I wasn’t seriously suggesting you wear it.” She handed him a top that looked a lot like the bra he wore to bed, but actually offered a little more coverage, it had a wide band that sat below the breasts and was just a plain solid black. It would still show some cleavage but was about as modest as women’s swim tops come. The tag said something about comfort and support, and it had an underwire. “I think this should be big enough for you… It says it’s the right bra size, if not we’ll have to cancel..”
“Err, thanks… I… sorry for the comment this morning about you just wanting to look at… um… my boobs.” Using the word ‘my boobs’ still felt very strange to Jon and it always took him a moment to get past them.
“Ehh, no problem, you weren’t uh… totally wrong… err… anyway which of these do you want me to wear.” She held up four tops, one of which was the skimpy one she suggested for him as a joke.
“Oh, err, just get what you want… I don’t want to make you wear something you don’t…”
“Nope, YOU PICK, I said it, I’m sticking to it! Which one will look best to you?”
“Well that super skimpy one just looks like it’s too small for you. Hmmm”, Jon’s old habits were again telling him “Hey don’t think those thoughts about her, she’s your friend” and he had to force himself to shut that down, let himself be attracted to her. “How about this one.” He picked one up off a rack, it said “tankini” on the sign, it had a shirt length part below the cups, but the neckline was cut very low and would, if it were Karyn’s size, show a lot of cleavage. To Jon this felt much more ‘Karyn-y’ but the low top would also show off her breasts.
“Not my size Jon-boyfriend”
“OK, we can find one that will fit… it just seems more ‘you’ and as much as I like your body you look better to me in things that seem… right on you.”
Karyn felt a lot of things, part of her wanted to cry, and part of her wanted to jump Jon and ride him. Just the thought that clothing matching her personality made her more attractive to Jon... A wave of mushy feelings washed over her and did bring a tear to her eyes, but there was also a rush of arousal, just Jon being Jon, and how much she had realised she was into Jon combined with how pent up the last two days had made her to trigger that. She felt wetness. She’d never been this turned on without… physical stimulation before. She knew she was not just crushing on Jon at this point but she was head over heels for him, and everything that made him, him.
Jon saw the tears welling up in Karyn’s eyes, “Err, sorry, I…”
“No, no, don’t apologize you didn’t say something wrong… very, very much the opposite. I… I’m happy.”
“Oh…” Jon didn’t know how to respond to that. Or even why what he had said had caused such a strong reaction.
Karyn tried to calm herself down while she went through the tankinis Jon had suggested looking for one that would fit her. She managed to get the crying part under control, but she remained fairly revved up in the other department. She found one fairly quickly. “OK come one over to the fitting rooms let’s see if these fit.” She continued to try to calm down and managed for the most part, but the fact that she was about to see Jon in a bathing suit top put a limit on how far should could calm down, at least as far as her libido was concerned.
They each went into a fitting room. Jon pulled his shirt off and got out of his bra… it felt… interesting to be anywhere other than his room with nothing on top now. He wasn’t anywhere near used to having boobs enough to feel instinctively naked without a shirt… but at the same time he couldn’t not be aware that he had them, for the same reason. It made him uncomfortable. He quickly put the swim top on, it took him some fiddling to get his breasts comfortably settled into the cups, but it did seem to fit well enough. It wasn’t as good a fit as either of the bras he’d worn so far, but to make Karyn happy with a short swim it was more than good enough, and looking in the mirror he couldn’t deny that if a woman were wearing it and it looked like that on her he would be looking. The trouble was, he didn’t in any way feel up to leaving the fitting room, not yet. He heard Karyn’s voice.
“Hey Jon-boyfriend, you OK?”
“Uh… yeah… I… just don’t want to come out… here I’ll let you in.” He opened the door but hid behind it. Once Karyn was in the small room with him he let the door swing closed.
Karyn turned to face where Jon must be. She felt another hit of arousal, not as strong, but… well she was alone with Jon and he looked fantastic in the top. The small area of visible cleavage, the shape of his breasts. His shoulders, all of him. She was having trouble not just staring at his boobs, but she did manage to look all of him over.
“Oh wow, it looks great. What do you think of mine?”
Everything Jon had thought about how it would look on her was right, the top was form fitting and hugged her curves, showing her entire figure, the band of the support part was attached to the shirt part and so it pulled right to her chest under her bust, so it showed the shape of her breasts very well, the neckline plunged between her breasts. The fabric had a simple yellow and white checker pattern that enhanced how it showed her shape by making where it was stretching more obvious. And yet it still said ‘Karyn’ some part of it managed to be Tomboyish in just the right way.
“Perfect.”
That pent up part of her desperately wanted to just have Jon now… she couldn’t do that but she could… “Hey, uh Jon-boyfriend. uhm… my parents are going out of town over the weekend, and if I said I had plans with you I could probably get them to let me stay… and well I’d like to have a proper date… and maybe we could do… a bit more than we did the first day…“ It was the most nervous she’d been talking to Jon since she’d made the answer honestly wish..
For Jon this came out of left field, and it took him a few seconds to fully process what she was getting at. Doing things at her house, her parents not home. Did she really mean?
“I… a date sounds great, why don’t we see a movie, maybe go out to eat… and… err…” Jon’s brain practically locked up at actually saying anything about what he thought they might do after they got to her house alone.
Karyn watched Jon’s brain crash, she could read in his face what was happening in his head. She found it endearing… but also annoying… and for a moment she had been terrified she had screwed everything up. “Yes I do mean that. If… you’re feeling up for it… I said I wanted to skip… stages since… well I already know you so well and… well every minute we spend together I know more and more I… love you. I’m head over heels for you. I… look we don’t have to, you can decide when we’re there if you’re up for it.” She paused… “And well this isn’t the best place for this conversation… I’m sorry… but I… couldn’t… not. We should… buy our um tops. And try to relax…”
Jon was hearing what she was saying… but his brain wasn’t finished being stuck just yet. He had also felt a rush of arousal. His underwear was now quite tight but that was distant, he was stuck on what Karyn had said. So he just stood there for nearly a minute while Karyn tried not to look at his boobs… or the tent he pitched.
“I,,, er… uh…” Jon felt.. A lot of things… “I… OK… relax. Buy top. Date would be nice, let's do that.” Jon’s brain had crashed hard because the idea of Karyn being his girlfriend was just starting to seem real, he still felt the old reflex to repress his attraction to her but it was getting easier to ignore. He wasn’t quite ready to process the idea of… sex. He wanted to… and he had fallen for her just as hard as she had for him… but it still didn’t feel fully real to him. That suggestion had forced that part of him to really take in that they were together.
“Let's change back into our clothes so we can buy these… I’ll even buy yours for you since this was my idea.”
Karyn’s voice broke the fog and Jon refocused on reality and the girl in front of him.
“Yeah OK.”
Karyn slipped back out of the fitting room and they both got changed and Karyn paid for both tops, they weren’t expensive so she was fine with doing it. They were walking away from the mall towards Jon’s house.
“Err… sorry for dropping a bomb like that on you back there…” The fear that she had messed up badly had lingered, but Jon had picked up on it and reassured her it was OK.
“It’s OK… I… I’ll think about it. I…”
“Are we still on for tomorrow?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I wouldn’t back out on you, especially not after that confession.” Jon smiled at her. “Err not the one about wanting to… the one about being head over heels. I… I feel the same about you…”
They both felt very weird about being able to talk openly about mushy lovey dovey stuff but were completely unable to talk about physical intimacy.
They spent much of the rest of the day until Karyn had to leave again doing homework back to back sitting on Jon’s bed.
That evening Karyn was laying in her bed. Jon had said he felt the same. He loved her. That had not helped with how horny she was, the urge to jump him right there had come back in force. She had kept it down at the time, but now she was alone. If she was going to make it through another school day before Saturday she was going to need to take care of herself. She fantasized. About Jon. Making out with him. Feeling him up. Being felt up. Jon in tiny skimpy bathing suits, where neither part was fully able to cover what it should, the bottom tented up by his arousal, the top simply inadequate to begin with. She found herself imagining him on top of her, her hands cupping his breasts as they dangled from his chest, Jon moving closer, guiding himself, filling her, beginning to thrust. And she came, nearly moaning Jon’s name loudly but she caught herself just in time. She hadn’t even realised she’d started touching herself. She let herself continue… she was very pent up.
Jon for his part was doing similar things, imagining himself doing exactly what Karyn had pictured. After the conversation in the fitting room he was pent up too. Eventually he finished and cleaned up. He fell asleep thinking how lucky he was to have Karyn.
