Jon only looked down as he walked through the house. He rarely took his eyes off the infinitely diverse, hypnotic and sensual movements that his boobs made with every jiggly step. Jon navigated by the slice of carpet he could see through the valley of his cleavage.
To Jon, breasts had always been the most interesting things in his life and now he finally had the opportunity to study a pair whenever he wanted, up close and personal. Still a virgin, Jon had never so much as had the chance to feel up a girl's chest before now. But tonight, tonight was going to be Jon's Superbowl.
Jon shut the door of his bedroom and locked it behind him. He'd taken out all the shirts from his closet that no longer fit, and replaced them with those tops he'd bought with his mom today. The discarded clothes formed an untidy pile on his bedroom floor.
Jon grabbed one of his old t-shirts and went to his full-length mirror. Jon thought about recreating a favourite Breast Expansion scene of his, by putting on his shirt and then bursting it apart with his tits. Unfortunately this proved impossible after he put the shirt over his head and his arms in the sleeves. The elastic at the bottom of the shirt simply couldn't stretch enough to push his breast inside, even one at a time!
Dejectedly, Jon removed the top and tossed it aside. He scrounged his pile for something that might work, and found a flannel shirt. The first two buttons were no problem, but the third would have to fasten over the crown of his bosom and was really tough. Jon tried fastening the lowest button first, then worked up instead. With some engineering and by stretching the flannel as far as he could, Jon managed to harness his boobs within. The shirt creaked audibly under the strain and Jon delayed his breath until he could turn carefully towards his mirror. The sight of all that beautiful titflesh trying to escape its fabric prison was a very pleasurable one. Jon felt his budding erection stiffen more and laughed involuntarily. Instantly the third and fourth buttons snapped and his breasts came heaving out, like water bursting a dam. Jon smugly grinned and fondled his boobies admiringly.
He hadn't admitted it to his mother of course, but Jon wanted to see his breasts in a feminine top, one with a plunging cleavage, so Jon could look in his mirror and imagine from his neck to his waist a woman with tits as amazing as his. He would never dream of going outside in girl's clothes of course. He wasn't a drag queen or anything like that, he told himself. He was just curious.
Jon found the wishing stone under his pillow.
He stood in front of the mirror, the ruins of his old shirt still fastened to him by the buttons that had survived his dam-burst. It was useless now, but he would give it a whole new life.
"I wish Karyn was wearing a low-cut feminine top that really showed off her cleavage," he said.
Hmm, he thought, nothing happened. Again! What was up with this rock anyway? It didn't work last night either. I hope it's not broken!
"I wish..."
