Jon was a few blocks away from his house when he felt a strange weight on his chest and a strange tightness in his t-shirt. He stopped the bicycle that he was riding and looked down. He noticed that his shirt seemed unusually tight over his nipple rings, and they were showing clearly through the fabric. He reached up and touched his nipple through the shirt.
"Wow," Jon thought, "I must be allergic to these or something, they're really making my chest swell up."
Jon continued riding, but noticed his shirt felt as though it was getting tighter. He stopped again, looked down, and saw the unmistakable shape of breasts bulging out under his shirt.
"Shit!" he said, "Is Karyn doing something to me again? I thought she had to be close to do this!"
Jon looked around; he was only a block away from the shopping mall, and he was worried that some of his classmates might be around and would recognize him in spite of his changed body.
Jon started pedaling again, going as fast as the child's bike would carry him. Within a few minutes, he had to stop again - his t-shirt was getting so tight that he was having trouble breathing. Jon looked down and saw the fabric of his shirt stretched tight over two of the biggest breasts he had ever seen. He stopped again and lifted the breasts with his hands. They were surprisingly heavy, but his t-shirt was so tight it was acting like a sports bra, holding the large mounds close to his body and each other.
Jon started to get worried. He could hardly breathe now, because his t-shirt was so tight, but he felt embarrassed enough being out in public in his freakish 4'6" body with a huge, feminine ass, nipple rings, tan lines, and his tiny cock hidden in girl's panties. Now he had huge gazongas hanging off his chest, and the last thing he wanted to do was show them to the world.
Unfortunately for Jon, his nipple rings and overstretched t-shirt fabric decided that for him. Just when the shirt felt as though it couldn't get any tighter, Jon heard a ripping sound. To his horror, the t-shirt was coming apart right where over his nipples as the hard metal rings stretched the fabric to its breaking point. Jon reached up and covered his breasts - or, more accurately, his nipples and piercings - as the rest of the t-shirt failed and fell off his body in tatters. His new breasts were a DD-cup, but on his tiny frame they looked much larger, and his hands barely covered them.
Jon looked around in panic, not sure what to do next.
Zoe knocked on Jon's door again, wondering why he didn't answer. She hadn't heard his door open or close, so she thought he hadn't left yet. Finally, she got tired of waiting and opened the door. She saw Jon's open window and realized that he had already left.
Athena, in the meantime, had decided that it was time to try returning Jon to normal - within the limitations of her program, of course.
