Jon and Karyn parted ways, he hadn't felt like talking much since he found out about Troy.
Dinner with his family was fine, he wasn't that big so none of them seemed to notice. His mother gave him a few long looks but didn't say anything, he'd put on a normal t shirt when he'd gotten home. He went upstairs to do his homework and relax afterwards.
His evening was largely uneventful. Before he went to bed he talked to Karyn. She was excited about her new to her relationship. She talked about how wonderful Troy was. Jon wasn't really interested but humored her regardless.
As Jon got ready for bed he realized how big he'd gotten again. His breasts were gigantic. Jon stood in the bathroom looking in the mirror. Giving each one a little heft. He was amazed at the feelings. Such little movements could produce such momentum in them. As he was playing he noticed the Bra begin to shift. Turning into a shimmery bit of negligee. Jon enjoyed the view but hoped for something more comfortable. It quickly transformed into a soft sleep shirt with support. Not knowing what else to do he headed to bed and quickly fell asleep.
Jon woke up to two sensations, one of a raging erection, the other was the nearly orgasmic feeling of his breasts growing. He was on his side, he tried to roll over but found a large weight getting in his way. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he turned his bedside light on. He was greeted by a mountain of tit above him. HE pushed himself up and looked at the clock, it was 4 in the morning. Jon quickly realized it had been nearly 12 hours since he'd been flat. Working his way through the alphabet Jon wasn't sure if the proper letter was I or J, either way it was ridiculous.
Sitting on his bed his breasts happily sat in his lap. Yet for all their size the bra had grown to accommodate them. Trying their best to hold the tits in place. Failing, but trying none the less.
Jon tried to stand up, his breasts providing a pendulum to his torso. Jon reached behind himself to remove the bra, then hesitated. He thought better of it, it was the only thing holding things down right?
Jon stood in his bedroom, he had to use some magic.
Jon looked around his room for inspiration. He saw the clothes he'd bought with Karyn. He pulled out one of the shirts, it was laughably inadequate to accommodate him now. He looked in the mirror he had and tried to visualize the shirt fitting him. His breasts released their magic, yet barely shrunk. This was clearly not drastic enough.
Jon thought again of his modifications to Troy and how much magic that had taken. Jon looked at his own figure again. Thinking of what he should do to change himself. It would need to be drastic, to get things back under control. Or maybe some other changes.
Jon decided and began to picture.
