Karen's Perspective:
The new weight on my chest was shocking. I went from being an A cup to a C in just a moment. Once I got home, I stripped off my favorite green sweater and stared at my new breasts in my mirror. They jutted out, defiant of gravity, filling my bra to the brim, and overflowing slightly. I stripped off my bra and watched by tits jiggle slightly. I lifted them in my hand... WOW! My hands seemed tiny holding my colossal breasts. My figure was a rather impressive hourglass not too bad if I can say so myself.
I leaned forward felt the weight hanging off my chest. This was definitely going to take some time to get used to. Standing straight, my boobs bounced gently. They were surprisingly perky for being so big. As I grabbed them more I lightly brushed my left nipple- I suddenly shuddered and gasped. Oh boy! Not only are they bigger, they are definitely more sensitive. My nipples snapped to attention, my knees went weak. I was totally going to explore that aspect further when I had the time. I forced myself to let go of the sudden rush that ran through my body. Later, I promised myself, later.
My sports ability might be somewhat hindered, but I'm sure I could adjust to the added weight. And maybe I can finally get Jon's attention if I have a more girlish figure. He's never seemed to be too interested in me since I've been such a tomboy. I changed into my usual sleep clothes, (a tank top and boxer shorts), but my tank was stretched by my newest additions to my body. It was the oddest feeling, like getting my braces off or wearing new glasses. I wasn't comfortable in my own skin just yet. Before I went to sleep, my mom poked her head in to say goodnight. I was astounded to see her chest was equally well endowed, and she looked rather different with blonde hair. This magic was powerful. It had changed my entire bloodline. I barely managed to utter goodnight in my state of bewilderment. She gave me a perplexed look, but closed the door and sighed loudly as she walked back to her room, probably chalking up my surprised expression to teenage hormones. My mom blamed most of my issues on teenage hormones. I ripped out my cell phone and sent Jon a quick text, saying we should meet up early tomorrow. It couldn't come soon enough.
