“What the hell Karen! This isn’t my fantasy. We need to end this,” Jon complained in full Minnie Mouse outrage.
“So impatient! This isn’t as easy as a porn movie where two people are inexplicably in a room suddenly getting it on, real life is more complex. Don’t you worry Jon, I’ll keep trying until we get you right.” ‘Until you’ve been gotten right, and wrong, top, bottom, front, back, ridden, riding, and kneeling … oh yes definitely kneeling Jon.’ “I think we’ll go with a classic cliché, it’s an oldie but I think it will work well for us.”
Before Jon could ask what Karen was talking about, he suddenly had clothes on but his standing height dropped down precipitously. Looking down at himself he was now wearing white sneakers instead of the heels, a scandalously short flouncy skirt and a body conforming Lycra top in the school colors. “You dressed me like a varsity cheerleader,” Jon asked in surprise but his main concern was that he barely came up to Karen’s shoulders now that he was in sneakers.
“Oops, how silly of me. I forgot your most important feature, tits! I suppose the best way to do this would be to just slowly grow them and stop when appropriate, but where’s the fun in that. Let’s do the reverse! We’ll start with ridiculously huge then step downward, that way each step will be an improvement you’ll appreciate, ending up with a set of tatas you’ll find much more acceptable than all the previous candidates. Oh and by the way, you’re not varsity, you’re junior varsity. The senior jocks like to target the juniors, and getting in your panties will be on everyone’s hit list. Exciting times and head for you Jon.”
“But I’m a senior,” Jon corrected, not catching Karen’s little word play.
“No I’m a senior, you are just a junior now so don’t be trying to get uppity and hang with me,” Karen laughed.
“That’s not fair, I ….. ieeeeeeepp,” Jon was interrupted mid complaint when truly stupendous boobs blossomed on his chest. They were so huge and heavy he instinctively held his arms under them as he stumbled forward from the weight.
Karen laughed. “As petite as you are I just wanted to see what a J-cup would look like. The idea of you jumping around and cheering with those things is glorious, but you can barely walk with those much less jump. Definitely something smaller I think, unless you like them. Would you like to keep them Jon?”
Jon frantically shook his head no as he struggled to hold himself up. Fortunately his tits shrank back after Karen finished laughing but they were still so large he was afraid to take his arms away.
“Hmmm, the H-cup almost looks reasonable after seeing the I, but still too much for you to function.”
Jon grew hopeful as Karen made comment after comment that each resulted in his tits being reduced in size again and again. He was even able to stop holding them up at some point but was pleased that Karen still kept reducing them anyway.
“So what do you think Jon, those or back up a size or two. Those are probably more practical but I’m leaning toward the bigger ones.”
‘Shit! These are still too big,’ Jon thought. “Uh … how about smaller,” Jon asked meekly?
“Don’t be trying to convince me you’re suddenly an itty-bitty-titty guy. I’ve seen you looking, I know you like boobs. Let’s try bigger again.”
“No no! I like these Karen,” Jon blurted in panic.
“Are you sure,” Karen grinned.
“I’m sure, I’m sure. Please let me keep these boobs!”
“Okay if you insist, I guess we’re almost done. Let me see where we ended up,” Karen said pulling out a tape measure and pointing to a scale that was not there a minute ago.
Jon walked over to the scale mindful of just how much jiggling boobage he was sporting. He wasn’t so much interested in weight as he was height as he stood tall and pulled the crossbar down to touch the top of his head. “That can’t be right,” Jon panic whispered to himself and adjusted the bar again but it still said 4’ 10”. Only now did Jon look at the weight, 91 lbs! “Why Karen? Why did you make me so small?”
“I told you, you’re a cheerleader now, and not just any old cheerleader, you’re a Flyer. Now hold still while I measure.”
Jon felt sure he didn’t want to know the results of Karen’s measurements, and he was right.
“You are 34-20-31 and somewhere between a D and a DD. I’m so excited, things are really going to be looking up for you,” Karen bubbled and clapped with exhilaration. ‘Oh yes Jon, you’ll be looking up alright. You’ll be looking up at everyone around you, even the freshman. You’ll be looking up with your legs splayed apart, you’ll be looking up while bent over chairs and bleachers. Best of all, you’ll be looking up from your knees,’ Karen silently chortled nastily to herself.
“I’d say see you tomorrow at school, but I don’t hang out with underclassman, so I probably won’t.”
Jon watched in stunned silence as Karen waved goodbye and left him alone in his room, a room that was now pink and frilly with boy-band posters on the walls. His closet was filled with dresses and dozens of high heeled shoes. His dresser was now low with a make-up table attached. When he looked for his wallet he found a purse instead. “What about my license,” Jon squeaked and began frantically searching the purse. He found a student ID that said Jonnie 11th grade but no driving license. He also found a bedazzled phone, breath mints, lipstick, lip gloss, chap stick, eye liner, perfume, and tampons.
