Chris and Rhian spent the next hour in Victoria's Secret, now a unisex underwear store. Rhian insisted that Chris get measured again and so he did. He didn't enjoy it though. It was one thing to spontaneously grow dynamite breasts, but something else entirely when another guy touched them, even if it was only to measure him. He comforted himself with the fact that the other guy didn't seem to be enjoying himself either.
It turned out that Chris's bra size was 42D, which sounded like a lot. He blamed his very male torso and shoulders for making the number so much bigger.
Rhian picked out a few designs for him to try on, but he felt equally awkward in every single one. Still, he tried to appear as if he enjoyed himself for her sake. She persuaded him to try on a wonderbra, but he drew the line at the demibra she offered him.
He was surprised to find that in this reality, his girlfriend is quite a breast lover. Every time she talked about his boobs, she did so with a relish that he'd only seen before in his most perverted male friends.
In the end he bought 6 basic-looking bras which Rhian liked the design of. He also bought a wonderbra. Then they left the mall and headed for home.
Once they reached Chris's house, they left their horses in the stables -
(Thanks to someone else's wish, everyone used horses and the car had never been invented. Of course, Chris and Rhian didn't notice this as anything out of the ordinary.)
- and walked through the back door and into his kitchen. Chris poured them both a glass of beer from the tap -
(Likewise.)
- and they went upstairs to his room. His room was entirely the same as he had left it, which came as a great relief. He opened the stained-glass window -
(Ditto.)
- to let in some air and chucked his cat, Whisky -
(Now a 5'6" catgirl with six C-cup breasts, thanks to a wish made elsewhere.)
- out of his bed.
"Hey!" she said.
"You're taking up all the room, Whisky," he said. "Now Rhian and I need the bed. You can sit on the floor, or go sleep on mom and dad's bed."
Pouting, Whisky left the room and Chris shut the door behind her. Then he walked over to his girlfriend and they kissed.
Chris found that having breasts made sex even more pleasureable. He'd had no idea they felt that good! He was lucky to have Rhian, she knew exactly how to caress and suck his large nipples to give him the maximum thrill...
Later, they got dressed and he said goodbye to Rhian. She had to get home before her parents missed her, and his folks would be back any minute. He found Whisky in the kitchen making herself a tuna sandwich. He grabbed some jelly beans from the pick-and-mix counter -
(Don't ask.)
- and slumped in front of the television in the lounge. Whisky came in and curled up on his lap. He absent-mindedly stroked a furry breast while he watched the news.
There was nothing about his incident in the mall earlier today, but somehow he didn't think there would be. The last portion in the show was about some guy who'd dressed the family cat in a pretty pink dress.
Ugh, that poor cat, he thought. She can't be comfortable. There's something really freaky about dressing your pets up like that.
