Karyn woke. Again she felt a loneliness waking alone, wishing she had Jon with her. It passed as she went through her morning routine, though she wondered, would she feel this way every morning?
Her day went much as Friday had, minus Zoe confrontations at lunchtime, right up to her second-to-last class, which today was gym. This would be difficult, despite her not being into girls: the part of her that liked boobs tended not to care what kind of body they were attached to if they were big and nice enough. Her gym class had Sarah in it… and she wasn’t the only one with a nice bust in the class.
Karyn arrived a few minutes after most of the class, so she had to walk through the room of girls who mostly had their tops off mid-clothing change. She felt she did a very decent job of not looking. She got to an empty spot and sat down to start changing.
“Ah, there you are.” It was Sarah. “Glad to see you're dressed properly now that you’re back in school”
“What are you talking about?” Karyn was putting a lot of effort into looking Sarah in the eyes. She couldn’t deny that Sarah had very nice breasts, which at the moment were bare. It didn’t help that Sarah was standing arms akimbo, with her chest puffed up, making her bust even more prominent.
“I heard about your skimpy outfit after school on Friday.”
“Ah. I see.” Karyn's eyes kept wandering down to Sarah’s chest, she pulled them back up quickly but she was getting very worried Sarah would notice. "I don't dress like this because you told me to, I do it because I don't enjoy having every guy in the school staring at me, having all the attention on me. I dress this way because I want to. I wanted to go swimming,” Karyn’s tone changed, to one of complete venom and animosity, “I'm not going to stop doing things for your sake."
“There are things… that happen when I don’t get what I want. Someone’s new boyfriend might join me for a date, or even a night of fun.” Sarah’s tone was a venomous sweetness.
“Oh? Will he? That threat only works if I believe you are both capable and willing to follow through, I think you’re neither.” Karyn was observant, she was quite sure that Sarah actually liked Biff, and wouldn’t dream of cheating on him, not to mention how hilariously unlikely Jon falling for Sarah’s wiles was.
“Mmm, perhaps, but I have other resources.” Sarah caught Karyn’s eyes coming up from her chest again, and the possible meaning of it clicked into place in her head. “Oh?” Sarah looked down at her own chest. “Like the view do you? Perhaps it will reach your new boyfriend’s ears that you’re only dating him for his chest?”
Karyn didn’t answer, feeling it best to let Sarah think this threat might be effective so that she might be able to get changed in peace. Letting Sarah think she had won was no skin off Karyn’s nose, she had no plans to change how she dressed at school, it was simply a return to the status quo.
Once Sarah walked away she texted Jon a warning that Sarah might pull something, so he should look out for Biff.
At the end of the school day Karyn found Jon waiting for her at the usual place, and she gave him what had become her customary kiss and hug over the last week.
“Hey Jon-boyfriend, did Sarah’s schemes reach you?”
“Not that I noticed.”
“Ah, I let her think that someone telling you I was only dating you for your boobs was a scary thing.”
“I… what?”
Karyn’s face flushed a little. “She uh, kinda caught me looking at her boobs. Uh, in my defence, she does have very nice boobs. Not as nice as yours, but… nice.”
“I… huh. I feel compelled to add that yours are also nicer than hers, if we want to list all the boobs we’ve seen that are nicer than Sarah’s—bigger too, as you told me.”
“All absolutely true.” She kissed him again. “Let’s get walking.” She released him from the embrace she had been holding him in, and they switched to holding hands as they walked.
They spend the evening chatting about what they might do over the weekend, their now-routine sitting back-to-back on Jon’s bed to do homework and occasionally kissing.
The evening passed, and eventually it was time for goodbye, standing in front of Jon’s house kissing, both wishing they didn’t need to be apart.
The next morning Jon was in the bathroom, taking off his sleepwear. He removed his soft sports bra, pulling it up, letting his boobs drop. It occurred to him that that was the most he’d noticed their motion since… when? He wasn’t sure. He turned to one side, felt his boobs lag just slightly behind his torso as he did, then they continued along when he stopped and swung back, then swayed for a few seconds. He was paying attention, he felt it, but it didn’t feel strange. When had that happened?
It was his last day with them. He stepped into the shower, felt the water running down his chest, the spray on his boobs, feeling a little thrill of pleasure when it hit just right. Last time. He started playing with them, he had woken up a bit early, he had some time, this feeling he would miss, he indulged himself in it. He even regretted not doing it a bit more over the time he’d had.
Karyn found herself standing in the shower thinking. The last day. Jon would lose his boobs about an hour after school ended. She would lose her attraction to them. She found she hated that fact. Having spent only a week liking them, she felt it was unfair that she had to carry a set of them around, but she couldn’t properly enjoy looking at them. She really liked liking boobs. Jon had always been cute, but with boobs he was hot. She loved the way he reacted to having his boobs played with. Even that first day he’d had them she’d made him cum just from playing with his boobs. It was awesome. She wouldn’t get another chance to do that to him.
She wanted another chance.
Karyn greeted Jon with an energetic hug and a kiss at the wall after school. Even now that he was mostly used to having boobs, the feeling of having his squished against hers was a sensation he treasured, its pleasure only enhanced now that having boobs was more comfortable to him.
“Hey Jon-boyfriend, let's go… um… find a secluded spot in the woods and make out until the wish ends.”
“Uh?”
“C’mon, it’s a nice enough day, it’ll be fun, one last hurrah for your boobs. Gotta send them off well.”
Jon noticed that she wasn’t quite as energetic as usual, she seemed a bit down. He wasn’t sure if he should ask her about it since she was obviously putting effort into not showing it.
“I… alright I guess.”
Karyn let go of him, breaking the hug, and took off at a near run.
“Hey wait Karyn, slow down. Not wearing a sports bra over here.”
She turned and walked backwards while smiling at him, “Me neither, wussy! Get a move on!”
The woods weren’t far, in fact they frequently cut through part of them on their way to Jon’s house.
Karyn clearly had a particular place in mind, and she quickly reached it. It was in a low area of the woods; a seasonal stream was running through it nearby. It wasn’t visible from any of the trails through the woods. She put her school bag down, opened it and pulled out a blanket. She started unfolding it.
“Oh, planned this ahead, did we?”
“Well yeah, last day Jon. Last day of your boobs.”
“I still have the stone, we can always bring them back for a bit if you like them that much… even for the camping trip… If you’d like that.”
Karyn had finished laying the blanket out as Jon finished speaking, “WOULD I EVER! Of course I would. I’d love you forever… even more than I already do.”
They laughed.
“We’re still doing this now though, right?”
“Well yeah… We’re here.”
Karyn enthusiastically hugged Jon, and pulled him into a kiss. “Mmm, C’mon let's get to the blanket. Don’t want to waste boob-touching time!”
“You’re a bit obsessed with them, aren’t you...”
“I… not… too much.” She pulled him along, without breaking the embrace, over to the blanket.
They sat down, and were both quickly all over each other, kissing, touching, Karyn almost immediately had her hands up Jon’s shirt, one around the back of it, undoing the clasp of his bra.
It didn’t take long before her’s too was undone. They felt each other up, both not intending to go any further, out here where they might be seen, despite the seclusion of the little gully they were in. Clothes were staying on. That didn’t stop them from enjoying themselves though. Karyn was quickly learning what things had more effect on Jon than on her—just the right way to rub, or squeeze to maximise the soft moans she got from him. He was doing the same to her.
Karyn had her own secret goal: she wanted to make Jon cum again just from having his boobs played with. The thought had been bouncing around her head all day. She found the idea hotter and hotter every time she thought about it. She was working hard to maximize Jon’s pleasure. Not quite paying attention to her own body.
For both of them it snuck up on them, Karyn because she was so focused on what she was doing, Jon because he was still not fully used to how having his breasts touched affected him. Karyn went over the edge first, finding herself suddenly in the throes of an orgasm she didn’t know was coming at all, let alone close. She squeezed Jon’s breasts as she started to cum; Jon too was very close, and the realisation that Karyn was cumming sent him over the edge with her.
They held each other as they both came down.
“Whoah, Jon-boyfriend… I didn’t know I could do that.”
“Mmm, it’s… a bit of a fun surprise isn’t it… though uh… for me it’s a bit messy…”
“Err, sorry about that.”
“It’s OK… I had fun…”
“It’s… not mess-free for me either… I’m soaking wet.”
“I… hadn’t thought about that…”
Karyn was about to say something when the world shifted, just slightly, Jon’s chest was back to flat, there was a tent in his pants again, and the mess in them was gone.
“Oh… there they go…” Karyn said sadly.
“I… do you want to…”
“Not… not today. I… know you’re not a fan of having them at school. I can wait for the weekend.” She said that, but more than anything she wanted Jon’s boobs to be back, she wanted to like them again. “We… should probably head out…”
“Do you want to go to my place or yours… you uh… need to change?”
“I’m fine for now…”
Karyn quickly put her bra back on and straightened her shirt, and packed the blanket back up. They walked hand in hand to Jon’s house. They sat on the bed in their now-accustomed back to back position. The purpose was gone; they no longer needed to keep Jon’s chest out of Karyn’s view to help her focus on her homework, but it felt nice. They chatted.
Karyn spent the evening trying to keep Jon from seeing how down she felt at the reversion to the world as it had been the week before. She wasn’t entirely successful.
Laying in bed trying to sleep, Karyn found herself imagining Jon as he had been for the past week, busty. She found that even though she was no longer attracted to boobs, she still thought the look suited him somehow… she missed feeling that attraction. It had felt so foreign at first, but now, not feeling it felt wrong. It seemed natural to her now that she should like men to have breasts. Unfair that she didn’t. She put the thoughts out of her mind and tried thinking of the camping trip they would take over the weekend. Her thoughts returned to the stone. It could make her longings real. It could, but Jon would hate feeling like a freak, being one of a small minority of guys with boobs, and even if she wished them back, the world would expect him to get them reduced to nothing once he was older. That was what was done.
She tossed and turned.
Was there a wish that would get her what she wants without upsetting Jon?
