Sherry stood in the door openmouthed. Jon stood before her, just the way he had been before her wish, except for one thing. His shirt was barely able to contain the gigantic pair of tits beneath it. Sherry was a large chested woman, about a d-cup, and when she wished that her son was like her in only one way, the stone had given her son her breasts.
Jon was almost in tears. "What am I going to do, Mom,?" he said. "Now that I have your breasts, I have nothing that fits right. My shirts are too small I have no bras to support these things and I'm not even sure if I can even get one. I can't go to school like this; I'll get in trouble for not wearing a bra. And that's not even counting what the other students will think. I have to undress in front of the other guys in the locker room for gym."
Jon sat down on his bed, starting to cry. Sherry sat down next to her son and said, "Maybe we could wish up some appropriately sized clothes. That'll do for now I suppose."
"But what do I do after that?" asked Jon.
