As soon as it hit the bed, Jon felt pressure build up in his chest. In short order, it started to expand in two distinct mounds. He was clearly growing breasts. Staring with bee sting size, they went to petite, to small, to normal, to large, to obviously large, to extra large, to huge, to gigantic, to humongous, to boarder-line unmanageable. His areoles were the size of mason jar lids and surrounded replacement pencil eraser sized nipples. The sight of it aroused him, sending his erection more upward and larger, lifting his skirt higher and exposing even more of his underwear. The whole situation was ridiculously preposterous.
“What the hell, Sarah‽” Jon shouted, “ I can’t see my body at all. There’s no way I can function with these. This isn’t even normal for girls. Please undo this. They are heavy and blocking my view. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to hide these. How big did you even make them?”
“I don’t know,” replied Sarah, “I just wanted you to have ridiculous boobs. Let’s take a look.”
She walked over to his new bra that she had just thrown on his bed.
“Let’s see. It says here you’re a JJJ cup. Wow! That’s big. I don’t envy you having to carry those around, especially since it looks like your torso and shoulders are only slightly larger than your midriff. You probably didn’t even notice that they shrank, you were so focused on your new tits. That should help make them look even larger. You’re right; there’s no way to hide those. They’ll even be visible from behind. At least it balances out with your new and improved butt. Good luck finding bras to fit those; you’ll probably need to special order. Speaking of which what do you have to support the girls there?”
Over at his dresser, she started riffling through his underwear drawer.
“Sarah, do you have to go through my things?” pleaded Jon.
“Oh, That’s right,” Sarah said maliciously, “you think of all these bras as yours. We’ll then, Jon, I want you to visualize your sexiest bra and what you love about it.”
On command, his sexiest bra shot to mind. He loves how it showed off his forward assets; the way it makes him fees so confident and assured about his body; the way it teases at people but also shows he is approachable and ready. He hadn’t expected this; he had never thought about himself in this way before, but now it seem not only reasonable, but natural. He had the body; he should make use of it.
“Okay,” interjected Sarah, “Let’s see what you came up with. I wish Jon is wearing his sexiest bra.”
The stone flashed and Jon felt a band around his torso. Looking down, his sexiest bra was now on his body. With a plunging line in the middle of two lace demi cups, the lace and trim matched his current underwear. To continue the theme, the cups had heart shaped holes exposing his areoles and nipples. The underwire and wide-set straps lifted his breasts up to help them stand out further, but making them difficult to manage.
“Wow, Jon! That is amazing. Way to show off the girls there. Oh, you’re going to get all the attention with that, whether you want it or not. And I love how you have a matching set; the peep holes are too perfect. But you can’t go out in public like that, oh no. That would be another form of indecency. So, I wish Jon cannot get arrested for exposure of his breasts or nipples.”
Just like with his penis, a flash indicated the wish was granted.
“Sarah!” Jon pleaded, “Fix this; I look like a freak.”
“You’re right,” responded Sarah, “ you are a freak. Your proportions are all wrong. Your legs are entirely too short for the rest of your body. We’ll get that fixed up for you, though.”
She went around the room, his closet, dresser, and hamper gathering up the rest of his old clothes.
“These don’t fit you now, anyway, so I say we get rid of them. Besides, you don’t want any of those loser boy clothes now; it’s time to liven your style.”
Article-by-article, she sent the last of his old clothes through the blue box. Then she went to the red box, opened the lid, and removed a new article.
“Jon, I think you’re going to love this. It’s yours now.”
