Jon was slow to wake the following morning, which was understandable considering he not only had to figure out a new type of magic, but also had to take precious hours away from sleep in order to do so. So no one who knew his plight would begrudge him when the beam of sunlight breaking through his curtains resulted in muttered curses as he sleepily turned away from the light. But his actions did not bring the rest he wanted, because the very act of moving produced an unfamiliar though not entirely new sensation. As he turned he felt like someone had stuffed a couple of grapefruit under his shirt which rolled with him at a pace slowed by inertia. Except the grapefruit were unreasonably warm. And they seemed to be attached to his chest. And as they were smooshed against his bed he felt like a part of him was being squeezed. And he didn't usually sleep with a shirt on anyway!
At this thought Jon was wide awake, though he didn't open his eyes yet because he didn't want to face the reality of the situation. As the cobwebs shook loose in his brain Jon remembered all of the events of last night, including the magic bra and its unwelcome nuisance. But surely they wouldn't be that big? He remembered them being reasonably sized to the point of going unnoticed when he fell asleep. Unless...
"Oh fuck," he whispered to himself, trying to ignore how merely the act of talking produced a rippling motion throughout his expanded chest. "That's just not fair. I should have taken the damn thing off last night."
Be that as it may, at that moment his 7:15 alarm went off, telling him he couldn't delay any more and would have to get up an face the music. Played to the beat of the bouncing boob.
Once again the simple act of sitting up causing distracting undulations of flesh. Rubbing sleep from his eyes and resolutely ignoring both the bouncing sensation and the fact that his arm brushed against them as he did so, Jon reached over to swat the button for his alarm. He had barely hit the button before his new top heavy form unbalanced him and sent him tumbling backwards against the headboard.
Even as he rubbed his head he received no respite, because the combination of all of those actions had resulted in un-ignorable jiggling. So he looked down, and down and down and down...
His first thought when he final saw the breasts (because he couldn't yet fathom the idea that such monstrosities were his) was that cleavage like that simply wasn't possible. Nothing about the fact that it couldn't be on him, just that fact that boobs that size couldn't exist anywhere. Of course he wasn't a stranger to a little big boobed porn, but he always assumed that their size was just as fake a the plot surrounding them. But here they were, quite literally in the flesh.
Not only did the massive mounds protrude a full seven inches away from his chest, but they also spilled over the sides so much he couldn't lift his arm without hitting them. The valiant magic bra did its best to contain them, but there was little magic could do against physical reality in this case. In fact that cups of the bra barely came halfway up the breasts, so from Jon's top down view they were almost entirely exposed.
Even as his brain wrapped itself around the size of the things on his chest, Jon's upright position made him more aware of the weight. The straps of the bra, the only parts he could really see, were digging into his shoulders as they fought their loosing battle against their own creations. In his mind he could trace out the exact path the straps took down and around his back because that same path marked by the weight they transferred there.
Of course the sight of a pair of golden globes hanging right in front of his face caused a certain appendage to spring to life, but the new obtrusions were so large that he couldn't even see his boxers, let alone the tent he had pitched in them. And of course all of this was just what Jon noticed sitting still. Eventually he had to shift his weight which started a chain reaction that he could now witness in even more detail. It was almost like watching ripples in a pond. The breasts swung against each other as he moved, and their collision sent them bouncing away until they stretched the bar and its elasticity sent them swinging back into each other. But unlike ripples, he could also feel the movement stretching and tugging his skin in different directions, accompanied by an electric tingle emanating from his nipples as they rubbed against the inside of the cups. And of course none of this did nothing but intensify his throbbing erection.
Since he usually thought better while moving, Jon slid out of bed so he could pace, but that alone initiated a renewed jiggling in his immense chest. Even taking a few tentative steps resulted in a jiggle that took a full minute of standing still to settle. "Damn it! Really? How am I supposed to function if I can't even walk across the room without looking like a plate of fucking jello?"
