"Karyn ... Um um", Jon tried clearing his throat but it kept coming out soprano. Not only was Jon's voice too high, now instead of boxer's and a tank top, Jon was wearing white cotton panties and a pink tube top. Stepping back so that he didn't have to look up so much to meet Karyn's eyes set his chest to jiggling and bouncing. The the tube top while covering the sudden mounds he'd acquired, thanks to Karyn's clothing adjustment, served only to make things jiggle together.
"Oh wow Jon, it worked! You're even a cute little thing."
"Look what you've done", Jon complained and began extracting clothes from his suitcase; satin panties, hose, a baby doll nightgown, and a bra.
Jon was oblivious to the fact that every time he stooped and stood to display another item of clothing, he jiggled and bounced to Karyn's growing grin.
"All my clothes are women's clothes. A bra Karyn? In fact it's a ..." Jon searched for a label on the bra. "It's a 34-B! Karyn, you need to fix this. I don't want to be cute little thing. Besides, you're not all that much taller yourself you know."
"Good Point!" Karyn laughed and snatched the bra from Jon. Holding out both the dress and the bra, Karyn declared "I was wrong, but so were you. This isn't a size 6 dress it's a size 2. But you were wrong too. I don't see how you could possibly have made such a mistake, because this bra is clearly a 38-D."
"Eeeep!" was all Jon could squeak out between staring at Karyn who now towered over him and cupping his disproportionately huge breasts with his tiny little hands.
