Honest Discussion

NOTE: The first little bit of this wasn't written by me, so it doesn't match the rest of the story, the original is from Fiction Branches. Once Jon and Karyn leave school after Karyn's first wish it's my writing. I used ChatGPT to rewrite the the part I didn't write into third person to better match my writing.

Jon sat on the wall after class, nervously fingering the box and swinging his legs. It was the first day of school after spring break and had been one of the most stressful days he'd ever endured. Jon hadn't dared to carry the box around with him all day in case he misplaced it or someone thought they might borrow it, and that meant leaving it in his locker. That turned out to be an even worse plan - he was on the edge of his seat throughout every lesson, worrying that someone would break into his locker and take the box. It was irrational anxiety and he knew it: the lockers were all well-protected with combination locks, and it was vastly unlikely that anyone would ever keep anything in there which was particularly valuable. Plus it was a good school; everyone was pretty honest in general and they'd only had a very few incidents of theft in all the time Jon had been there.

Jon was waiting for Karyn, his best friend, for longer than he'd care to mention. In fact, he'd been waiting to talk to her for over a week, but she always spent spring break with her parents in their caravan in the mountains and they had no classes together this year, so this was the first chance they'd had to get together for a while.

Finally, he spotted her strolling towards him across the yard. She was wearing her usual get-up of scruffy old slacks and her favorite worn old green jumper. Her short red hair was in its normal unruly state and she displayed her quirky grin as she spotted Jon slouched on the wall. The overall effect, he thought, was pretty cute. He'd always thought she was cute, but they'd never been more than friends. There are some friendships you just don't want to complicate.

When she finally reached him, she leapt up onto the wall with somewhat more ease than he'd managed earlier.

"Hey, Jon-boy! How's it going? Good break?" she asked.

He grinned sheepishly. "Was okay. You?"

She shrugged, "You know, same-old, same-old. There's only so many snowy mountain peaks you can gaze at in wonder in a lifetime. I might have to give the old spring break tradition a miss next year and just hang out with you."

"That'd be nice. Save me from couch-potato-dom," he replied.

"Anything of interest to report while I was away?" she asked.

"My grandfather died," Jon stated matter-of-factly.

Her face fell, "Oh, Jon, I'm so sorry. I know you were close. What happened? He wasn't all that old, was he? I thought he was off on one of his expeditions just a few months ago."

Jon shrugged slightly. "Heart attack, apparently."

Karyn frowned. "You don't seem overly upset."

He took a deep breath and took the plunge. "That's because I'm not convinced he's actually dead."

"I presume we're not talking adolescent denial here," she asked, with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, how can they diagnose a heart attack with no body?"

"Oh, there was a body, I'm just not sure it was him." Jon realized he was probably giving her images of mutilated corpses or worse, but he was genuinely nervous about what he was about to show her.

"Erm. Then what makes you think..." she started, obviously somewhat bewildered.

"This." He interrupted, holding up the box. It was fairly unimpressive, about one inch by four and an inch deep, made of plain dark wood with a few obscure markings carved into it.

"What is it?" she asked, intrigued. Jon thought he was probably playing up the cloak-and-dagger stuff too much, but it was quite mysterious, after all.

"It's my inheritance." He opened up the box. Inside was a rather crumpled piece of paper and a rather unusual, if plain-looking, stone. The stone was slightly metallic, rather like haematite, but with a reddish hue to its surface, rounded, flattish and about an inch across. "Read the note," he instructed her. She did so, with much eyebrow-raising in the process. The note was from his grandfather and what it said was this:

Dear Jon,

If you are reading this, it means I have passed on. Do not mourn my leaving; although we shall no longer be able to spend time together, be happy knowing that where I am now is just a new start and a different perspective than before and that I shall just look at it as my next great adventure.

The stone you find in this box is my legacy to you. Treat it with care, it does not look much, but has immense power. I have entrusted it to you, as my favorite grandson and friend, to be its keeper and guardian now that I am gone.

I found the stone on my latest expedition to South America and I believe it to be of Incan origin. How it works, or where it came from beyond that, I have no idea. All I can tell you is how it works and trust you to use it wisely.

Bear with me on this next bit; I know it sounds fantastic, but trust me when I tell you that I am telling the truth. All I say is real and it will not take much experimentation for you to prove it.

While holding the stone against your flesh (I recommend just holding it in your hand as the simplest approach), simply use the words 'I wish' followed by whatever it is you want the stone to do. There is no limit to the number of times you can do this, as far as I can divine, but beware for the words of a wish can be reinterpreted but not changed once the breath is over. The stone has great power, but is not unlimited. Changes made will be as if it has always been so, apart from for those within earshot of the wish or out of the range of influence of the stone. This range I estimate at several miles, but I fear I have not been able to determine an exact figure.

I must go now. Use the gift I have given you wisely, and think of me often.

Your friend, always,

Grandpa.

Karyn finished reading the note and looked at Jon accusingly. "Is this a wind-up, because it's not funny if it is?" He shook his head. "You can't be serious. If this note is real, your grandfather faked his own death or something similar and has left you a magic Inca stone which grants wishes."

He nodded. "Yep."

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"Yep."

"Not a chance." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I mean, I'm as open-minded as the next girl, but this is just plain silly."

"See that branch?" Jon indicated a piece of wood that had fallen off one of the nearby trees. He grasped the stone in his hand. "I wish the bark on that branch was blue."

He was used to the sensation by now; it was like momentarily getting something in your eye, forcing you to be unable to look at the object the wish was affecting. Karyn was obviously a little taken aback by the strange sensation.

"Hey, weird, it was like..." Then she caught sight of the branch. Which was bright blue. "Holy smokes!"

"Impressive, huh?"

"My goodness, it really works!?" She was agape.

"It does indeed. Wanna see the scary part?" Jon grasped the stone again and wished for the branch to be red.

Nothing happened.

"Why didn't it work?" asked Karyn, looking puzzled.

"Because it was contradictory to a previous wish. Basically, you can't undo wishes, which is what makes this thing so scary to me."

"You aren't kidding, that is scary!"

"There is, however, some room for movement: I wish the branch was very dark blue." The sensation was felt by both of them again and when they looked, the branch was indeed a dark, almost black blue, which was a lot more innocuous than the bright blue it had been moments ago. "So, you see I was able to make a new wish which didn't contradict the old one and have it work. The branch is still blue. However, if I was to try and move the branch back to its previous brighter blue, that would fail as it contradicts the latest wish."

Karyn was clearly astounded. "This is great. Scary but great. We can have lots of fun with this."

Jon wasn't so sure. "I dunno, Karyn, it seems very dangerous to me, I'm thinking of just locking it away and throwing away the key."

"You can't be serious. You have the most amazing discovery ever, and you want to lock it away. How about this: how about we try it out for a while and if anything disastrous happens or looks like happening, then we'll decide to put it somewhere safe."

She was making a reasonable amount of sense. "Okay. We'll use it for a week, but not for anything drastic. We'll have a little fun and nothing more. Agreed?"

"Sure thing. Can I have a go?" Jon knew she'd ask, and he'd never had any intention of saying no, but she did seem a little over-excited about it. In the end, he knew he trusted her and handed over the stone.

Karyn fingered the stone, passing it from hand to hand, feeling its smoothness. The first thing she tried was wishing the branch back to light blue, with no success as Jon had predicted. She was just contemplating changing the color of her shoes to better match her old slacks when they were interrupted by a high-pitched laugh.

Sarah McMillan, head cheerleader and class-A mean girl, was wandering across the yard followed by her usual entourage of drooling, over-muscled football players and other assorted testosterone-fueled flunkies.

Karyn was unimpressed. "Can you explain to me why men are so shallow? Everyone knows that McMillan is a total bitch and yet, because she has blond hair and big tits, every guy in the school spends half his life dribbling down her cleavage."

"Not every guy," Jon noted, although he had to admit that Sarah wasn't bad to look at, even though he'd never associate himself with someone with such an untrustworthy character.

"Okay, most guys. There's only one of her; why can't she just pick one and let the rest of us have a go?" She sighed.

"Got your eye on anyone in particular?" Jon asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She scowled at him. "No. Just a general feeling. God, I wish I had long blond hair and big boobs and maybe then I'd get some of the attention."

It dawned on them both at the same time what she had said and they just looked at each other, a look of slight shock on their faces, but it was much too late by then. He found he had to look away from Karyn, as he got something in his eye, or so it seemed.

He knew pretty much what to expect when he looked back, but it was still weird.

To be honest, the breasts weren't really noticeable. Karyn always wore her favorite baggy green sweater and he was really pretty much in the dark as to her bust size before the wish, but presumably they hadn't counted as 'big', at least in her mind. The hair, however, was a different story. It was not only light blond and lying gently across her shoulders, but more shockingly, perfectly straight. It was not, in his opinion, a look which suited her, but then he didn't suppose for a moment she'd been serious with her hastily spoken wish.

Karyn looked down, pulled at her bra and lifted a lock of yellow hair to take a look at it. "Heck."

"Indeed. This is why I wanted to lock this thing away. This sort of thing was bound to happen." Jon sighed.

She shrugged and then looked disconcerted at the new things obviously going on in her bra. "Could have been worse. I could have wished..." She realized she was still holding the stone. "Never mind. Here, take this thing back before I mess up some more." Jon took the stone and put it back in the box, out of harm's way.

"We could make some more wishes to try damage limitation. You were pretty vague," Jon noted.

"No. At least not yet. Let me go home and sleep on it - on my back - and decide what's best. I don't think now is the time to be rash." With that, she was up off the wall and walking away. "Meet me here again tomorrow," she called back before she disappeared around the corner.

Jon looked down at the box and shoved it in his pocket. He decided that tomorrow he was going to leave it at home, well-hidden from Mom. He figured it was less likely to cause more trouble if it was less directly accessible.

He looked around the now deserted yard and decided it was time to slope off home. Tomorrow was a new day and there was only one way to find out what it would bring...

That night laying in bed Karyn's thoughts ran to Jon, his stone and her wish. She couldn't not notice the effect the change to her chest had had on him, she saw the astonishment, but it was also mixed with something else. Which also led her to thinking about times throughout highschool...

She thought about the change to her chest, her hair.

Thoughts about the stone, the power it contained, what could be done with it, both to her and by her. She trusted Jon, that he wouldn't do anything to her, but the fact that he could... and she would never know...

She thought about what he might wish even without her there...

She thought about what she would wish.

Her thoughts spun 'round and 'round and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

Jon too thought as he was trying to sleep, about Karyn, her accidental wish, and he tried not to think too much about her chest. He worried about what might happen in the future with wishes made, unintended effects, more accidents.

Eventually, he too drifted off to sleep.

The next day they met up on the wall as promised, Karyn was disappointed when Jon revealed he did not have the stone with him. After some chatting about the day she suggested they hang out a Jon's house for a while. As they walked discussion turned to her wish, and some possible ways out, neither of them felt confident in any of their ideas so the conversation lulled until they arrived and went up to Jon's room.

They both started doing some homework, Karyn had some trouble concentrating and fidgeted. Eventually, she said, "Hey, Jon-boy, can I have the stone for a moment?"

"What... what for?"

"Nothing permanent, I just want to try something."

"Ok, I guess, just put it back in the box as soon as you're done wishing." He went and got the box out of a drawer and handed it to Karyn.

She took it, opened the box, hesitated for a moment, took it out of the box, held it tightly in one hand and said "I wish that Jon would answer my next 5 questions honestly and to the best of his ability."

Karyn quickly put the stone back in its box and closed it, but didn't move to give it back to Jon.

Jon was shocked and confused, why would she need to wish for him to be honest, didn't she trust him? He started to ask her. "Why..."

Karyn was incredibly nervous about the next part, she wanted Jon to give her his real feelings and not try to hide anything to spare her feelings. As he started speaking she interrupted with "Do you think I look more attractive with the new hair and boobs?"

Jon was even more surprised by that question, but before he could process the feeling his mouth was moving and he was answering her.

"No to the hair, I liked your proper hair a lot, it suits you as a person and I like red hair." He tried to stop talking before the next part, but he couldn't, the words came out anyway. "Yes, I think you are more attractive with the bigger boobs."

Embarrassment was all over Jon's face and reflected in his body language. Now he understood why she wished for him to be honest, but why 5 questions? He was avoiding making eye contact out of embarrassment.

Karyn for her part was doing her best to maintain a poker face, she had somewhat expected this answer. The next question though was the one that scared her.

"Do you have romantic feelings towards me?"

Jon was even more stunned by this question, and the answer that came out of his mouth surprised him further. "Yes. Wait no, what, I don't!"

"Apparently you can't even say something wrong you consciously don't know is wrong... interesting." Karyn said

"But..." Jon was reeling, he could feel his cheeks burning as he blushed, but Karyn was right, he must have actual feelings for her... even if he had been convincing himself he didn't.

Karyn maintained her poker face, Jon couldn't tell at all if this was the answer she wanted to hear or not.

"Why... Why'd you ask that?" Jon stuttered.

"Suspicion. I did a lot of thinking last night. Why didn't you ever bring up your feelings?"

Jon had no idea what he was about to say, and in fact, he was as interested as Karyn in finding out. "I was afraid I would lose our current relationship and suppressed my feelings, I've had feelings for you for years." Jon was beyond embarrassment at this point, he was surprised at the answer he gave, but he couldn't deny it was true, and acknowledging it and no longer able to hide the feelings from himself he found himself hoping that these were the answers Karyn was hoping to hear, that the feelings run both ways, terrified that they don't.

"Would you be sad if we managed to get my hair and boobs back to the way they were?"

Jon was surprised by this question, and now that he wasn't trying to suppress his feelings for Karyn as hard, he knew the answer he was about to give and wished he could lie, but he couldn't, nor could he stop himself from speaking.

"The hair no, I'd actually be thrilled, both happy for you getting what I assume you want and because I like your old look better anyway. The boobs, yes..." he tried to force himself to at least downplay this part, but he couldn't, as he kept talking he could feel the blush returning, "I like them, and unlike your hair, with the way you dress, they still fit with your look. It kind of enhances the 'Tomboy' cuteness since they're so obviously feminine, but mostly hidden by how you usually dress. That is they fit in with my image of you, but I also like big boobs and since I like you I would like them to stay."

The hold of the wish on him was released, and finally, he could speak freely again. "Oh, uhm I'm... I... that is... I still want to help you get back to normal though..."

Karyn let a smile through her poker face for a moment. "Thanks, I didn't doubt that." She paused, let the smile stay on her face and asked her last question, "Would you be willing to try dating me?"

Jon felt a rush of emotions at that question, he couldn't identify all of them as they washed over him, and the wish forced him to say simply "Yes. I would like that a lot."

"Well, I guess that it's it then, wish done, and well since you're willing we're now dating. Jon-boyfriend!" She lunged and hugged him as she said the last part.

Jon was still emotionally reeling and nearly fell over as she had a fair bit of momentum still when she reached him. He could feel her wish-enhanced boobs pressing against him and for the first time, he got a sense of how big they actually were... and felt his body responding. It took him several seconds to pull himself together enough to hug her back, and then she kissed him, full on the lips... and again he was overcome, but he did manage to kiss back.

She broke the kiss and stepped back, now having turned bright red herself. "God Jon it was so hard to maintain composure through all those questions."

"I... bet it was... so you had feelings for me too?"

"I... yeah, though I was doing the same as you... but last night, I was thinking about how you looked when my boobs got bigger, and it made me think of all kinds of other times... and I sort of got suspicious that you had a crush on me... and when that happened I realized... I liked you..."

"Huh." Jon was unsure how to feel. "I... what would you have asked if I had said something different?"

"Dunno, I wouldn't have asked if you would be sad about my boobs though."

"Why did you ask that? I sure wish I could have not answered."

"Oh, do you? Really I wanted to know. I certainly wouldn't expect you to have given that answer without wishing honesty on to you!"

He thought for a moment, "Yeah. I... well I can't really help it, can I?"

"I guess, not but I don't really get it."

"What there's nothing about my body you think would look better different? Like what if I got all fit and had muscles, and then went back to now."

"Naw... I like you as you are. Your muscles are obvious enough, I can see them on your arms."

"Huh"

"I do kinda wish I did understand why you like these things so much", she said gesturing to her chest

Jon tensed up, his face moved in obvious terror.

"Relax Jon-boyfriend, I put it back in its box," Karyn held up the closed box, "see. No more careless wishing for me. I've learned that lesson. Though... I guess..."

"I'm not sure I like where this is going..."

"Aww don't be such a stick, I could use the stone to get a better understanding of you... I mean I have often wondered what's up with how boys act about boobs."

"What are you thinking..." Jon said, hesitantly.

"Well...", now it was Karyn's turn to be embarrassed, "I could wish that you had big boobs, for say two days and that for those same two days, I would find big boobs on men as attractive as you find them on women. Or something like that."

"I... I'm not sure about that." Jon wasn't super excited about the idea of having boobs himself... but if Karyn had an understanding of liking boobs... that wasn't such a bad thing...

Karyn was starting to think... it might be interesting! Just for two days, to get an idea of something so foreign to her and outside her experience. Something that she couldn't have ever experienced without the power of the stone. She brought to bear all her Jon convincing techniques. She could see the opening, the idea that she would be understanding. "C'mon, it'll be interesting and educational for us both, you'll be able to sympathize when I complain about them, I'll be able to understand if you get distracted and look at mine once in a while! Maybe since we are dating we can make out for the first time while we both have them! It can feel nice to have them touched you know!"

"I..." Jon digested what she was saying, the idea of her feeling him up... felt weird as hell in his head, but at the same time... maybe it would be fun? "I guess... two days? How big?"

"Hmmm. I was thinking we just say 'big' and let the wish pick. I didn't really choose how big mine are... I'm actually pretty sure they're bigger than Sarah's, they aren't a straight copy of hers for sure."

"Bigger? Really?" Jon tried to picture Karyn without her shirt but with boobs bigger than Sarah's... "I never would have guessed. I can't even picture it."

"Yes, really, I suppose you're not the only one who'd never think it, no one really treated me any differently today at school... I didn't notice many more looks than normal." The longer the conversation went on, the more Karyn was interested in this idea of hers, "How about this... I'm excited that we're together now... and I kinda want to do something to reinforce that idea in my head, but... well I want this wish too, so if we do the boobs thing we also wish to be left alone for an hour and we make out... and I'll take my shirt and bra off."

Jon was floored, and it took several seconds for him to fully register what she was saying, part of him that he had been ignoring had wanted that for years... and now he couldn't ignore it.

Karyn was waiting nervously for him to respond, "I... I mean that isn't to say I wouldn't do anything if you don't want to try the wish thing... I honestly still want to, but well I'll leave my shirt on for... a little while." She was turning red as she spoke.

"I... OK, you've convinced me."

"Oh is that all, I just have to promise to show you my boobs, the power of boobs compels you!" She said with a wry joking tone.

Jon was embarrassed at her "I... mean a little bit... but mostly it's how much you obviously want to, and besides it means you'll fully understand the power of boobs, and I will be fully armed and operational on that front!"

"Heh, front!" Karyn giggled, "Maybe we should do a week... just so that it'll include a weekend?" She looked hopeful at Jon. "It's not much of a difference... and I kinda want to get to spend at least a full day with you while you have them..."

"I... yeah, OK, if I'm doing this you're right not much difference between two days and a week in the grand scheme of things."

"OK let's work out exactly what we're wishing."

"OK, how about 'for the next week; Karyn finds boobs on men physically attractive in a similar way to the way that men find them attractive on women, and she prefers them to be big' as the wish that affects you and just 'for the next week Jon has big boobs' as the one affecting me?"

"Sounds good to me. I think that should result in me having an experience close enough to what a normal guy feels about a girl." She took out the stone, again holding it tight in her hand. "I wish that for the next hour and a half, Jon's parents and siblings would leave us alone and not hear any sounds we make in this room, and not notice that we have the door shut.", there was a flash, but nothing seemed to have changed.

Karyn got up and closed Jon's bedroom door. "That should give us enough privacy to have some fun together. I wish that for the next week; I will find boobs on men physically attractive in a similar way to the way that men find them attractive on women, and I prefer them to be big." The stone flashed again, and this time she felt something strange in her head, and looking at Jon he... seemed to be less attractive, missing something... it felt very weird. She tried imaging him with boobs, mentally growing them from flat, as they got bigger they looked better and better, to a point, it felt very weird to feel this way. "Woah... that's... weird."

"Oh? How?"

"I... don't think I can explain... I'm going to keep going and get this thing back in its box ASAP. I wish that for the next week Jon has nice big boobs, with feminine nipples and that they are at least as sensitive as mine." As she finished speaking she got ready to put the stone away.

"Hey, that wasn't..."

Jon was interrupted by the stone's flash and Karyn had to look away from him. As it was flashing she put it back in its box and snapped it shut, she wanted it out of her hands the moment she was done with it. When she looked back her eyes went straight to his chest.

Jon's eyes closed, and then he felt it, the weight of his new breasts, they felt heavy, he felt the tightness of the band of a bra around his chest, the straps on his shoulders, his shirt was now tight across his chest, he opened his eyes and looked down.

They were huge, more than he could cover with one hand, obviously bigger than grapefruits or softballs, but decidedly smaller than a volleyball.

Karyn couldn't take her eyes off them, they were stunning, even with Jon's shirt only showing some of the way they curved back towards his body, draping off them hiding his torso, she could tell they had a very nice shape, she didn't really know exactly what a nice shape for them was, but Jon's had it. The way the shirt rippled and stretched to bridge the space between them, the slight jiggle when he moved, all of it was stunning to her now.

They both sat in silence for a few minutes before Jon said. "So..."

Karyn didn't seem to hear him.

"Hey, Karyn! Earth to Karyn!"

"Huh?"

"I'm up here Karyn"

She turned bright red, and even as she did, she felt her eyes drifting back to his chest. "Sorry!"

Jon laughed. "It's OK... but... what do we..."

"Oh! That!" Karyn was feeling herself get turned on just looking at Jon's boobs with his shirt on... what would it be like if they were just out... "I guess I did promise some fun, didn't I? Will you... show me everything I show you?"

"I... that wasn't what I was trying to say... but... um..." he paused for a moment, he was aware that Karyn's eyes had gone back to his chest and decided, "I guess in for a penny in for a pound, yeah, topless for both of us."

Karyn immediately started pulling her shirt off and it was over her head as Jon spoke again.

"Wait... I uh wanted to ask you..." he trailed off as his eyes settled on her, it had been almost a year since the last time he had seen Karyn in anything more form-fitting than a potato sack. More than her chest had changed since then. Her hips had filled out nicely, they were nearly as wide as her shoulders, she wasn't fit, she was even slightly chubby, but she had a very strong hourglass shape to her figure and the large bust complemented the shape of the rest of her very nicely, Jon couldn't see it but she had a shapely butt too, all had been hidden by her enormous green sweater, Jon was stunned by how incredible she looked.

"Ask me what?" Karyn said as she finished pulling off the sweater.

Now Jon was having as much trouble as Karyn maintaining eye contact. "I... uhm... first why... the wish if you look like that! All you had to do was wear a fitted T-shirt and you'd have been beating guys off with a stick!"

Karyn turned bright red again. "Yeah... That's kinda why I was so upset with myself, I already knew that... Maybe I was afraid if I came back from summer vacation looking like... well... you know, you'd think I belonged over with Sarah, or maybe it's just, well I only wanted the right guy to notice, and turns out that's you. I know you like big boobs, maybe that's where the boob thing came from. I dunno. I actually thought they had gotten a lot bigger than they actually did... it felt like a lot of weight when it came on all at once. I... they weren't even exactly small before... just y'know not as big as Sarah's..."

"I... how do you know that?"

"What? That you like big boobs? C'mon Jon-boyfriend, I'm around you a lot, I notice things."

"Ah..."

They both fell silent for a few moments, both having a lot of trouble not ogling the other. Jon was also getting tense and nervous.

"C'mon Jon-boyfriend relax!"

"It's just sudden, I don't know how to act anymore."

"You know what dating people do you're not a little kid."

"Yeah, but it's… and..."

"Same as before, only with kissing and boob touching! Look I get it, I don't want to screw up either..."

"Yeah... it's just, it just takes some... the idea is just... it's taking time to be real to me."

"Well, I bet making out would help it settle in Jon-boyfriend." Karyn was enjoying saying her new version of Jon's nickname every time she used it, a little bit of joy welling up inside her.

"I... yeah you're right but... I wanted to ask about... well why did you change this wish that way...."

"Which one do you mean?"

"You're staring at the results"

Karyn blushed slightly again as Jon pointed out her leering, "Hey, you're looking at mine too... and well I... I guess that new part of me thought it'd be hotter... and it's more fun if you're enjoying them..."

"I wasn't complaining about the looking, just pointing it out, and well, I'm looking at more than just your chest, you look amazing..."

Karyn giggled and stretched in a way that emphasized her chest.

"God they are bigger than Sarah's aren't they." Jon said.

"Yeah, pretty sure, did you really never notice... well this" Karyn said gesturing to her waist and hips, "I mean..."

"I mean your shirt is almost the length of a dress! I... I could tell you... well, you had a nice figure... just not how nice... I... mean I think you have a nice butt, but I never got a good look so... not sure um..."

"Oh? Look all you want!" Karyn did a little spin and dance to show off her backside to Jon.

"Oh yeah... it's... amazing. Dang, I still feel so weird talking this way to you... not that I don't want to... it's just..."

"Well we could stop talking... the best part about dating you is we can skip getting to know each other and go straight to kissing and boob touching!" as much as Karyn was wanting to get to the making out, it still felt weird how much she wanted to be the one doing the boob touching rather than having hers touched.

"Ah, don't be in such a rush, your 'do not disturb' wish has plenty of time left. I... well I guess..." Jon paused and started taking his shirt off, stopped and changed how he was doing it to make sure the bottom hem ran along his torso and would catch and lift his new boobs, he thought Karyn would enjoy that. He was right. "I... well what do you think of them with a bit of a better look?" He felt very weird about doing that, and the bounce and jiggle that happened felt... like a lot.

Karyn was just staring. Jon just let her for a few minutes before he got her attention again.

"Huh! Oh! Uh"

"I guess that answers my question." Jon said with a grin on his face.

"What? What question?"

"I asked what you thought of... my boobs." It still felt weird to him to talk about 'boobs' as being his, but he couldn't exactly deny reality.

"Oh!" Karyn's eyes were still practically glued to Jon's chest. "They're amazing... That... drop and the... bouncing. I think I'm getting my wish's worth on understanding how you feel about my boobs... I'm surprised you're wearing a bra... though given the size of them I guess I shouldn't be..."

"Yeah, it felt super weird, suddenly it was there... it still feels weird."

"You could take it off..." she said, playing up a lecherous look, "or we could take each other's off..." She stepped back close to him.

"I... hmm, I guess..."

Karyn practically leapt for him and pulled him into a kiss while she started fiddling with the catch on his bra, which she quickly released. Jon meanwhile took a moment to recover and was not nearly as familiar with undoing bras. He felt the band on his release and the full weight of his boobs shift onto their natural support structures and they dropped slightly and pulled him forward a bit as they reached the bottom of their travel, the lack of the band's tension felt good, but he could also feel the full weight of his breasts pulling on his shoulders. All of this while trying to kiss Karyn back, it was a lot, but the kissing was very nice. After getting his bra band undone Karyn transitioned to simply embracing Jon and let him keep working on the clasp of hers until she too felt it release.

Karyn worked the shoulder straps of Jon's bra down his arms as she stepped back from him, eventually pulling his bra with her, she was again left staring at them, forgetting that she had planned to work her own bra the rest of the way off.

"Hey... Kar... you OK?"

"Huh? Oh yeah... It's just..."

Jon flushed, he was starting to enjoy being able to have this effect on Karyn, and he bounced himself up and down by lifting his heels and letting himself drop back to a flat-footed stance. He felt again the strange sensation of his chest lagging behind the movement of the rest of his body and then continuing to jiggle after he stopped. Everything his boobs did felt new and he couldn't help but be constantly aware of what he felt from them.

"Whoa... that's um... wow..." Karyn stuttered

"Yeah... bouncy boobs are..."

"Beautiful" she finished for him. "I... can we get to the kissing and touching part?" Karyn had felt her arousal rising ever since making the wish, she had been too enraptured by Jon's boobs to glance down at his crotch, but she was pretty sure that if she did look there'd be more bulge than usual. "I... don't want to go any further than that for now, but I... well I'm having just as much... trouble believing I'm really having this kind of relationship with you and... I want to do something to make it feel real."

"OK"

She again almost tackled him, kissing embracing and pulling him along, walking backwards to the bed and pulling him down onto it. They kissed on the bed for a few minutes, Karyn wondering when Jon would go for feeling her up and eventually she initiated. Gently reaching, cupping one of his breasts in her hand, it more than filled it, feeling soft and warm, she rubbed her hand around, getting a sense and feel for it, eventually positioning her thumb onto his nipple and giving a gentle squeeze, the squeeze was for her, while also starting to let her thumb gently work in circles around the nipple. She was rewarded with a moan from Jon.

She broke the kiss, "Now you know why I wished for the sensitivity Jon-boyfriend!" as she was speaking she grabbed his wrist and put his hand on her own breast. "C'mon, don't leave my boobs hanging!"

Jon chuckled and started trying to mimic what she had done to him, her breast too more than filled his hand, though not nearly by as much as his did hers.

Soon they were both moaning softly, feeling each other up, kissing and occasionally shifting position to get better access to the other's chest. Jon taking cues from what Karyn did what felt best to do to her.

As they made out Karyn started to realize how much she was enjoying having Jon's boobs in her hands, the way it felt to squeeze, to caress them, the way if her hand was centred on one his nipple poked into her palm. She liked this, not just in a ‘she likes boobs now’ way, but she liked liking boobs. Part of her already didn't want to go back to her normal preferences, knowing what she knows about how it feels to like boobs she didn't want to not like them that way.

Jon for his part was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of having his new boobs played with, it made playing with Karyn's better, he could feel the pleasure spreading out. Eventually, he felt something else and before he could fully process it he felt himself groan as he came.

"OH! Crap" Jon blurted.

"What?"

"I... I just..."

"Oh! Did you..." Karyn glanced downwards.

"... Yeah."

"Wow! I... I've never cum from just playing with my boobs... do you want to stop and clean up?" For the first time in quite a while, she looked at something other than Jon and noticed the clock. "Oh wow, well we probably should stop there's only 15 minutes left on the privacy wish."

"Wait, what? Really?" Jon looked for himself, sure enough looking at the clock an hour and fifteen minutes had passed since Karyn's last set of wishes. "I guess I should clean up..."

"Want me to wait outside the room while you do that?"

"I... I'm not sure..." Jon said "I dunno, are you OK with staying, I... You can just turn around... I'll just put on some track pants 'till later, I'm going to shower before bed anyway."

"OK." Karyn turned around to give Jon some privacy. "Hey Jon-boyfriend," she felt another little rush of happiness from getting to call Jon that, "on the topic of being more naked together... what about going further? I don't want to rush you... just want to know where we are... we skipped to feeling up, but how fast do we go from there?"

"I dunno", he was trying to wipe himself off as much as he could with the soiled underwear he had been wearing, it was hard to both reach down with both hands and see what he was doing since having both hands down there squished his boobs together so he couldn't look between them, "I guess we'll see. I still feel a bit weird about... this whole thing." He was feeling weird about having boobs get in his way, and just seeing them from that angle at all.

"Yeah, it's hard to go from realizing you've been holding back feelings to letting them out"

"Well that and having boobs"

"MMM, Out of curiosity how's your back? Those things are huge. I feel a bit weird about you having bigger boobs than me."

“My back? Oh... well at the moment it feels fine, though yeah these things are pretty heavy.” He was just finishing pulling up the track pants as he finished speaking, "You can turn back around... should I wear a bra to bed?"

“Well, up to you... but probably not the one I took off you. It's got an underwire, I know from experience they can dig into you if you sleep in them, maybe look and see if you have one that's just all fabric, like... all spandex.” She paused. “Wow, it feels weird to talk to you about this stuff.”

"Weirder than liking boobs and seeing them on me in the first place?"

"Oh yeah. It didn't occur to me that you'd have bras too."

"I... why not?"

"I dunno... I mean you're still a guy and nothing else about your clothes changed except how tight they are on your chest. I guess... they go in the 'for girls' category in my head... but I guess they actually go in the 'for boobs' category... but those are usually the same thing. I... speaking of... we should probably put shirts on before our time runs out."

"Oh crap yeah."

Jon went and found another shirt with a looser fit, hoping Karyn might be a little less distracted, though he skipped dealing with a bra, while at the same time, Karyn was busy putting both her bra and shirt back on.

After they finished getting back to being fully clothed, Jon noticed that how Karyn stood had changed, even through her baggy shirt more of her shapely form was apparent, not visible, but it was easier to tell how she was actually shaped, she stood a little straighter, shoulders more back. He was struck by how attractive she was, now that he wasn't forcing himself not to notice.

Karyn was having a similar experience looking at Jon, though she had had it earlier when they met up at the wall, she was having it again, this time also noticing his boobs, and unable to not notice his new feminine nipples making little tents in his shirt.

Jon went over to the door to open it back up before the privacy wish ran out, Karyn couldn't help but watch him, even with his back to her she was still enjoying just watching him move, "he has a nice butt" she thought, though with his boobs unsupported walking towards her was a better view, watching how they bounced and jiggled.

Jon for his part felt his new and very sensitive nipples rub against his shirt as his breasts bounced underneath it... it was a strange sensation... and it felt both slightly pleasurable and a bit... uncomfortable too, he slightly regretted not putting his bra back on.

"It really feels weird that you've got bigger boobs than me... I can't say I ever thought that'd be a thing I said about a boyfriend... though I'm happy that mine aren't as big as I first thought they were after I wished yesterday."

"Oh? How big did you think they were?"

"Well I guess you know but when they just suddenly appear like that the extra weight feels like way more than it actually is... I kinda thought I'd be lugging around basketballs... or bigger. Even when I realized they weren't actually incredibly gigantic... I still felt so dumb..." She took a deep breath. "I did feel a lot better about it later when I got undressed and saw myself... I thought I'd look ridiculous... but really I just looked mostly the same, yeah they are obviously bigger... but like I said, they weren't small before... they just went from a bit smaller, but very noticeably so, than Sarah's to a bit bigger."

"Huh really? Basketballs?"

"That's what you're stuck on?" She paused and pictured Jon with boobs that size and understood why it stuck out to him, it wouldn't be a good look overall, but there was a certain appeal... she shook the idea out of her head, no no, he'd just look goofy. "I wonder how Sarah feels about you having bigger boobs than her, your clothes didn't really change, so I guess this version of you dresses the same..."

Jon was looking at her, a look of growing terror on his face. "I... didn't even think about what anyone else would think... especially since they think this is..." he looked down at his breasts, "how did they... what...? I... I think we may need another wish..."

"Oh? What were you thinking?"

"Well, first I'd like to know what everyone else thinks the reason I have these melons is. And maybe I'd like to make one to make the next week a bit easier since I am stuck with them."

"I hadn't considered that either... I guess you're right, first thing is to find out what the starting point is." Karyn as she was speaking went and picked up the box the stone was in and opened it. "I wish that Jon and I knew what the rest of the world thinks the reason Jon has boobs is, and anything else that has changed in our respective lives as a direct result of it."

The stone flashed, there was a slight sense of disorientation, like they had missed a moment in time, then the information unfolded in their minds. Karyn's interest in boobs was new, no one knew about it, so there was no need to explain it and the stone simply did not, no reality alteration there. Jon's breasts, on the other hand, they were the result of a rare medical condition only known to occur in the local area. 34 other guys in the school had it, though nearly all the others had breasts small enough to be mostly hidden by binding them down, which they did. Everyone still knew since it was fairly obvious when getting changed for gym, though 9 others had large enough breasts that like Jon they chose to simply wear a bra. For complicated reasons, it was deemed medically inadvisable to have them surgically removed until after the age of 19. The condition generally manifests after the age of 17 and Jon's had only started growing near the end of the last year, his breasts had developed exceptionally quickly, in just 2 months. So he had only had them for a grand total of approximately 4 months as far as everyone else was concerned.

The last piece of information that dropped into their minds was that one of the others that couldn't hide their breasts was Biff, and he had had them for almost a year. Biff's weren't nearly as large as Jon's, but they were decidedly too big to bind to the point that they could be hidden, and so Biff had also taken to just wearing a bra.

The information had also included any little changes to their social life and events at the school, though there were actually very few, and thanks to Biff's condition Jon's boobs hardly altered how Sarah treated him... though some other people did make fun of him now that didn't before.

They both sat for a moment, dizzy from the information dump, Karyn's eyes without her really registering were on Jon's chest again. Even after they recovered from the effects of the wish they sat and digested the information.

"Well... that's all certainly something." Karyn said.

"Yeah... Especially about Biff... being..."

"Yeah..."

"I guess... you probably don't need to make another wish really, since well... Biff."

"Yeah... i mean it's not going to be a normal week, but I guess if I'm not going to have a par of big Biff and Sarah targets on my chest I can't complain too much... I mean I still probably will complain to you but I don't feel the need to alter reality any further."

"Yeah..."

Their conversation meandered for a while, into the sort of things they normally talk about, but with Karyn frequently catching herself staring at Jon's chest, every time she did she found herself pulling at her sweater and trying to pose in a way that got Jon some view of her own breasts in an attempt to catch him looking at her, it didn't work very well, but the few times it did it made her feel better.

Eventually it got late and they parted ways, both tried to have a normal evening.

Jon was getting ready for bed, he remembered Karyn's advice and looked through his underwear drawer until he found a bra that was just all stretchy material and grabbed it, a t-shirt, and his pyjama pants, and he headed for the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. When he got there and started to undress his eye caught his reflection. He stopped, shirt off, and looked at himself in the mirror.

It was the first time he'd seen himself since Karyn's wish. He was wearing the bra Karyn had taken off of him again, the amount of movement of his chest had been distracting without it, so shortly after she left he had put it back on, with some struggle and help from Karyn over text message. His boobs were just there, big, round, and he couldn't help but think, if they were on a woman he would think they were very nice. Of course Karyn had wished that they be "nice" after all.

He felt a lot of things. None of which he could accurately describe. He bounced himself slightly and watched them move, turned sideways, watched them move as he did so, and bounced again. He took off the bra and repeated his experiment. He continued doing various things and watched how his chest responded for several minutes. Then he shook his head and tried to stop thinking about it and just get on with his shower.

Before stepping into the shower he went over to the toilet to pee. As he grabbed his penis to aim he found that to see it he had to look between his boobs, if he were wearing a shirt he wouldn't be able to see it at all, he felt a bit strange about that fact. His arm was also pushing on the side of his right breast, moving it slightly towards the centre of his body making his view of himself slightly asymmetrical. No matter what he was doing it seemed it was impossible to avoid noticing his boobs.

In the shower again he was confronted with his boobs, washing them. He found that they were very sensitive. Karyn's "at least as sensitive as mine" condition apparently meant that touching them like this was... well he didn't really want to explore too much at the moment, but just the minimum touching to wash them got him a hard-on. The feeling of the spray of the shower directly on them also felt... different, it wasn't as stimulating as when he was washing them but it didn't feel at all the way that it had on his chest when he didn't have boobs.

Drying them he was careful not to be too rough, but it still got a bit of a response... he was hoping this wouldn't really happen anymore if he were more used to them.

He quickly dressed and brushed his teeth, it had taken him an extra little while to get his boobs settled properly in the different type of bra, but he was glad for the support, it wasn't nearly as much as the other one, but it was enough. On the walk back to his room he was again distracted by the subtle jiggle with each step, a little more movement than had happened in the other bra. Though this one was a bit more comfortable, it pulled less on his shoulders, though now his boobs were doing that themselves through their natural support system, and the band was far less constraining. He understood why some women were so eager to take off a normal bra at the end of the day now.

Getting comfortable in bed was another thing, every position he tried made him aware of his boobs, on his back he could feel their weight pressing down and them spreading out on his chest in a way that felt very different to when he was upright, on his side he could feel them pile up on each other, the one on top squishing the other one just a bit, on his stomach he could feel his own weight squish them, and it was a very different position than he was used to because of the space they took up.

He eventually resolved to just try to ignore them and sleep on his side as usual, and it did eventually work.

Karyn too had sleep troubles, but in her case, it was because she was thinking.

She imagined that Jon's boobs shrank, down to the size hers had been before her stupid wish. How would she feel? Disappointed, sad, she realized, and she felt... well she didn't know exactly what she felt knowing that about this version of herself, guilt? Other things? Weird.

She wondered, how much like Jon's were her boob preferences, what did she like? She tried imagination, what would Jon look like with various boob sizes and shapes. She even ended up looking up nude pictures, and drawings of men with boobs, on her phone. She strongly perferred big boobs for sure, no surprise there, and she had preferences about how they hung, shapes, nipples and all kinds of things. Jon's were very nice. She also realized she was enjoying this. Enjoying liking boobs, she liked finding boobs attractive, she liked playing with Jon's boobs, she liked how Jon reacted when she did. She realized that even after the wish ran out and she wasn't into them anymore, she would want to be, want to go back to Jon having them, her liking them. She wasn't sure how she felt about that either.

And she thought about her first wish. Did she want her old boobs back? She knew Jon didn't, and she was fully able to empathize with that perspective at the moment. She liked how Jon reacted when she did manage to show them through her shirt, and the effect they had on him when her shirt was off. She was even starting to like how she looked in the mirror with them. She had been telling the truth, they weren't a huge change, she hadn't had small boobs beforehand, they weren't even very far from being big, and now they were big, part of her liked that. Then there was the fact that they were bigger than Sarah's now. Part of her really liked that.

The only thing she felt sure of was that she wanted her hair back and that she was happy to be dating Jon.

Karyn was dreaming.

She was sitting in the bleachers in the school Gym, watching some boys play a basketball game. This was unusual for her, but, dreaming, she simply accepted it. All of the boys had breasts of varying sizes, as one would expect if they were a random set of girls. She didn't know most of them but found herself drawn in, not by the game itself but by watching their breasts move and bounce as they ran, stopped and occasionally jumped. She wished Jon were one of them. For a time she watched, and found herself following the bustiest player. Then she felt a prickling on the back of her neck and looked around, she spotted Sarah staring daggers at her and realized that she had been ogling Biff.

Then she was in a class. The boy sitting at the desk next to her was sitting with his chin resting on his hands, elbows on the desk, slightly hunched, he too had a decently large pair of breasts on his chest. She found herself lying her head down on her own desk, turned sideways, hoping to be able to look at the boy beside her without drawing attention. She could just see the curve of his breasts behind his arms, and under his slightly loose t-shirt, moving slightly as he breathed, changing which parts of his bust the shirt clung to as his chest expanded and contracted. He glanced over at her, she felt her breath catch, she had been caught!

She was sitting on the wall, Jon was jogging up to her, breasts bouncing, as he arrived she called out "Hey Jon-boyfriend!" and he embraced her and they kissed when he arrived. She could see past Jon's head, and behind were Sarah and Biff both staring with jealous faces at them. She knew Biff was jealous of Jon's bigger bust, and Sarah was jealous of hers. She continued kissing Jon. Then they were back in Jon's room on the bed, shirts off feeling each other up. Both of them moaning softly.

Then she woke up.

She was groggy and she could feel leftover arousal from her dream. She tossed and turned for a while unable to relax, feeling pent up and horny. Soon she gave up on going right back to sleep and started playing with her boobs, imagining it was Jon, and that she was feeling him up, then she let one of her hands drift down and started fingering herself, imaging that Jon was thrusting into her, his breasts dangling and swinging in time. Eventually, she came.

As she lay there basking in the afterglow, she felt much more relaxed and thought about the dream. A version of reality where all men had boobs... what would that be like? It seemed very appealing to her right now.

She rolled over imagining what it would be like and drifted back off to sleep.

The next day the sun rose on a cold spring morning, it was overcast and foggy, there was a threat of potential rain later.

Karyn was in the shower, washing her hair and thinking. After she rinsed out the shampoo and had started to lather up her soap for her body a small lock of her now long blond hair fell across her face. An idea occurred to her. She could get her hair back.

She looked outside and decided an extra layer was a good idea, and dug through her t-shirts, got to one, thought of Jon, and decided. She put it on and pulled her green sweater over top of it. She picked up her phone and texted Jon, asking him to wait at his house for her, she would come over, and fix her hair.

Jon was very aware of every movement his new breasts made, the jiggle with each step, the way their inertia held them in place just a fraction of a second after the rest of him when he turned, the way they swung from side to side when the turn ended. Just their weight, pulling on his shoulders. The bra helped with all of that, it moved some of the weight off of his shoulders and more directly onto his spine through the band that sat just beneath them, at the cost of having that constriction, it also damped all the movement, stopping the jiggle sooner, more tightly coupling them to his torso so they didn’t lag behind as much. However, they were quite large and no bra could eliminate extra motion completely. So Jon was constantly aware that they were there. In the absence of having to go to school that wouldn’t be too bad, he could deal with weird sensations, and sometimes they felt… good, nice even, for example washing them in the shower. He had taken his time there.

He was going through his morning routine slowly as if he could avoid the day by putting it off. All morning he had been considering making a wish, one that would close the school for the next week so that he wouldn’t have to face it. He had thought up several possibilities and discarded them all, he didn’t want to do any damage, and the idea of just wishing for something non-specific terrified him, what might the stone do to fulfil such a wish?

Currently, he was fiddling with a more supportive bra than the one he had worn to bed, fresh out of the shower he was half dressed and having a hard time getting the clasp done up properly. His phone buzzed, and he saw the message from Karyn, “Well that solves the current problem I guess” he thought to himself, Karyn could help him with the bra. Everyone else had already left, he was normally last out the door so that wasn’t unusual. By the time Karyn got there they would have 15 to 20 minutes before they really had to hurry to make it to class on time.

Karyn arrived shortly, Jon had texted back letting her know the door wasn’t locked and she could just come up to his room, she walked in to find Jon sitting on his bed topless holding a bra.

Her eyes went straight to his chest and she had serious trouble looking anywhere else.

“Err, Hi Jon-boyfriend”

“OH, Hi, could you give me a hand with this thing?” He said, holding up the bra as he did so.

“Oh… Hey Jon-Boyfriend, we’re dating. If you came over to my house and no one else was home and came up to my room to find me topless what would you think I had planned for us to do?”

“Oh, OH!”, he turned a bit red, “I… wasn’t thinking about… my boobs… that way…”

“No worries, I was going to say we don’t really have time to fool around… as much as I’d like to. Let's get you into that bra and a shirt so I’m a bit less distracted.”

“I was having trouble getting it clasped properly, it’s got 3 clasps and I couldn’t get them all done up…”

“Here, put it on backwards and do it up first. Then turn it around and flip the shoulder straps up and get yourself settled in the cups… Let me help.”

Jon had started doing as she said and had gotten the clasp done up under his boobs, and was turning the bra around when Karyn finished crossing the room, he got the straps up and she showed him how to fiddle with his boobs to get them comfortably settled into the cups.

As she was helping him Karyn found herself noticing things about his body, things she had either not been allowing herself to see or more recently had been too focused on his boobs to see. The subtle definition of the muscles in his shoulders, his smell. All of this while she had his boobs in her hands was a bit much, she tried thinking about other things.

“I should have shown you that last night I guess.” Karyn said as Jon got up and walked over to his dresser to get a shirt. “Might want to wear something warm today, it’s a bit chilly out.”

“Ah, thanks”, he pulled out a loose-fitting sweater of his own, it wasn’t nearly as loose as Karyn’s but it was warm and he thought it might help him be a little less self-conscious about his bust, he could tell just by looking down and how it felt that his boobs would still be fairly obvious, though it might be hard to tell just how big they were.

Karyn still found her eyes drifting to his chest even after he put the shirt on, but she could with effort maintain eye contact. “Geh, Jon how do you do it?”

“What?”

“Look a busty girl in the eye!”

“I dunno, practice I guess… It’s not like I wasn’t looking yesterday when you had your shirt off. Anyway, as you said, we don’t have time for…, didn’t you say something about getting your hair back to normal?”

“Yeah!” She was still thinking about how nice Jon’s boobs were, and her eyes were still drawn to his chest, “I was thinking that I could wish that only a small part of my hair was blonde, like a birthmark. One of my distant relatives has that. Then I can just get a haircut later and my hair is almost back to normal.”

“Are you sure about that, it’ll be almost impossible to change that if you think of a better solution later…”

“Yeah, Honestly the long part isn’t bad, and I did look back through pictures and stuff that first night, apparently I only grew it out recently, before it was the same cut only blonde, so nobody would be surprised if I cut it back. I’m pretty sure I just caved to my mom in this version, she wanted me to grow it out for a ‘pretty’ graduation photo.”

“OK, I’ll get the stone.” Jon stood and walked across the room, feeling every jiggle in his chest brought on with each footfall, the motion still feeling unfamiliar. He grabbed the stone’s box and turned, feeling his boobs sway as he did, to find Karyn had followed him and was right there. He started, “Ah, woah, don’t sneak up on me!”, he had jerked back and up which set his boobs bouncing even more, in addition to the sideways sway the turn had introduced, though his bra quickly damped the motion. He handed Karyn the box.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to…” She took the box and opened it. Paused to collect her thoughts and spoke, “I wish that the only blonde hair I have was a small area in my bangs, a birthmark streak, and the rest was back to being the colour and type it was before I made any wishes at all.” Karyn put the stone back in the box and snapped it shut as soon as she stopped speaking.

The stone flashed, and when it was done, Jon looked at her, her hair was almost all back to red, and fell around her face in waves and slight curls, except for a small part, just above her left eye that was still pin straight and blonde. The blonde streak was parted along with the rest of her hair, and was sitting on top, it ran along and framed the left side of her face. Jon found himself staring at her, she looked amazing, stunning even, the blonde highlight enhanced her look. He found that she was more beautiful this way than before.

“How do I look Jon-boyfriend?” She waited for a response, but he was just looking at her, “Earth to Jon-boyfriend! Hey!”

“Huh! Wha? Oh! Um… you look amazing, I… it’s not what I expected your hair to look like… it’s better…”

“Oh is it? I gotta get a mirror”,

Karyn started walking out, she handed Jon the box as she left, Jon watched her go, found himself admiring the way her hair fell down the back of her head and rested on her back. He also found himself checking out her butt, for a moment he stopped himself reflexively, then reminded himself, they’re dating, he’s ‘allowed’ to notice she’s attractive. She hadn’t pulled the sweater down, it was resting on her hips slightly rather than having the hem pulled down around them, meaning he could actually see the shape of her hips and butt, her hips swayed slightly as she walked, he was pretty sure more than they used to. He found himself thinking she had a great butt. Round in all the right ways. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet, for being the one she was dating, finally allowing himself to notice things like how nice her butt was, and her legs and just how pretty her face was, even more so now that it was framed by the right coloured hair, the blonde accent on one side bringing out even more. Every time she called him “Jon-boyfriend” it reminded him he was ‘allowed’ to notice that he liked her, and every time he noticed something new that he liked.

Karyn for her part was heading for the bathroom, it was a short walk and when she arrived she reached in, flicked the lights on by feel, closed her eyes, walked in, and turned to face the mirror over the sink.

She saw herself. Saw her hair falling down beside her face in lovely waves, the blonde streak down the left side. She gasped. It felt so good to have the right colour again, but she wasn’t prepared for how much she would like the way the waves looked, the way it framed her face. “Maybe I should keep it…” she thought, “it’s a bit of work but… and Jon likes it… so much he found it distracting… and the blonde streak looks really cool, I doubt it’d look as cool short… well I can always cut it if I don’t want to spend as much time on it… and it doesn’t have to be as short as before…”, she turned her head from side to side to get different angles on how she looked and found herself agreeing with Jon, this isn’t what she expected her original hair to look like long… it was better.

“So… what do you think of it?”

Karyn squeaked, she was so caught up looking at her hair she didn’t notice that Jon had followed her.

“Er, sorry for scaring you.”

“Oh, it’s fine, revenge for earlier. I like it… a lot, I might keep it this length… or maybe not we’ll see if I get sick of how much extra work it is to wash and dry at this length, but I think my mom is going to get her pretty grad photo at least. I can’t believe I like it, never in a million years would I have expected to like how I look with long hair… I hated how it looked blonde… but this works. I even love the streak of blonde… it’s weird how that’s still straight.”

“Yeah… It looks really good though…” he paused, working up to saying something overtly about how he felt about her. “Makes your face even cuter.”

“Oh, I’m cute am I?” She grinned at him. She pulled him into a kiss. After they broke the kiss she said, “We should probably get going to school.”

As they walked to school they kept their conversation to normal things, things they would have talked about before any of the wishes. Karyn was as close to Jon as she could get, she wanted to hold his hand, touch his shoulder, be closer, to reinforce that there was more to their relationship now. She was doing her best not to stare at his boobs, and somewhat succeeding, but the fact that they were bouncing and jiggling slightly in time with his footsteps made it difficult. She forced herself to try to notice the other parts of him, though the sweater he was wearing covered the things she normally looked at on a guy, his arms and shoulders, she couldn’t really look at his butt or legs while they were walking, that left his face, which wasn’t bad looking, but in terms of her current lizard brain, couldn’t compete with boobs. She was beginning to understand how a guy could end up talking to a woman’s chest. It was getting a little easier though, as Jon said, practice.

She could tell he was nervous, she couldn’t blame him, it was why she was sticking to what they would have talked about before anything changed, even though she wanted to talk about what they might do after school, or on the weekend, go on some kind of date. It was also why she didn’t ask to hold his hand, she was doing her best to give him the comfort of familiarity.

Jon for his part did find just having a normal conversation with Karyn somewhat comforting, her glances and longer looks at his chest weren’t helping but he could tell she was trying. The rhythmic bounce of his chest as he walked was also quite distracting. He also found himself glancing at Karyn’s body, as much as one could while walking side by side, trying to see her figure through the loose sweater. It still felt strange to be thinking of Karyn that way, but also right.

Upon arriving at the school they were forced to split up fairly quickly, heading for different entrances to get to their classes.

Soon after entering the school, Karyn saw Sarah and Biff walking together coming towards her. This wasn’t a big problem, they all had classes to get to so it was unlikely that they would even throw a passing comment her way, however…

Karyn couldn’t help but notice Sarah’s boobs in a new light, they were big, but in addition to that they were perky and had a very nice shape, somewhat like Jon’s, though his were bigger and so not quite as perky. They bounced slightly as she walked. Karyn had obviously been aware that Sarah had nice boobs before… but now it was different, she felt it. She wasn’t attracted to Sarah at all, but she did notice her bust in an entirely new way, and she realised that with how much trouble she was having not staring at Jon, this might be a problem for her. She did manage not to stare at Sarah, but… part of that was because Sarah wasn’t alone.

Biff was one of the other guys that was afflicted with boobs like Jon, and not only that he was one of the ones whose breasts were too large to be bound down to being inconspicuous. As a result, Biff, like Jon, had chosen to just wear a bra. Biff had always worn shirts that fit just tightly enough to show off the muscle definition that he worked very hard to develop, growing boobs had not made him change what size shirts he wore, so his shirt was very tight across his bust. Biff’s boobs weren’t as big as Jon’s, but they suited him and looked pretty good. They were more dome-shaped than Sarah’s, Jon’s or Karyn’s breasts, but they did settle and hang to some extent on his chest, they had less bounce to them than one might expect because of how much area they had at the point where they attached. Karyn couldn’t help but notice all of this, nor could she help but look a little longer than she wanted to at Biff’s bust. She wasn’t really into the big, highly muscled look on a man, but Biff’s boobs were the perfect sort for his body, and she very much noticed.

She just managed not to stare, to keep her look to something normal, and to focus on looking at where she was going until they passed. There were other girls around, a few of whom had medium to large busts, Karyn found that most of them weren’t nearly so distracting. The experience of just looking around the school was teaching her about her breast preferences. She had to admit Sarah did have incredible breasts. She arrived at her first class and sat down, lost in thought.

She thought about her own appearance, when she was naked, how her own breasts looked, imagined a guy with them on him… it was hard for her to be objective but she was sure her own breasts were very nice, comparable to Sarah’s at a minimum… And it made her glad she was still hiding her figure mostly. Before entering the school she had pulled the hem of her sweater down to better hide her figure, she knew that if she went around showing off she might attract unwanted attention from Sarah. She knew Sarah thought of herself as the hottest girl in the school and anyone who might be able to compete would be seen as a threat. Karyn had long ago realised she might be in that category, despite her being much less fit, and having a bit of extra fat on her. She was aware that excess fat was almost entirely in “the right places”. She knew Sarah knew what she looked like under the sweater, they shared a gym period this semester, and Sarah, without saying anything made it clear Karyn should continue to hide as much as she could.

She had a hard time focusing in this class, she found herself looking around the room at the guys wondering what their boobs would look like if they got them. How big would they be? How would they dress? Deciding if they would look as good as Jon does with his. With only two actual examples she couldn’t decide how much boobs mattered to her physical attraction. Would she be a “boob girl”, valuing boobs over many other physical things? Or would boobs just be a part of the whole? Being realistic she figured she’d be closer to “boob girl” than not. She spent the entire class daydreaming about what it would be like if every guy had boobs.

As she was walking to her second class she again found herself looking at other girls as they passed, being slightly distracted by any that had big enough boobs, putting constant effort into not seeming to be looking. Especially challenging were a few busty girls wearing tops with a low neckline showing cleavage. Was this what life was like for guys? Was she just having this much trouble because it was new to her?

She sat in her spot in her second class, looking at nothing in particular waiting for the teacher to show. When the girl who sat next to her came in, Karyn had forgotten what she looked like, she was busty, nearly as big as Sarah, her figure was otherwise plain enough to avoid Sarah’s wrath, but for Karyn right now that didn’t matter. Karyn spent the rest of the class doing everything she could to keep her attention on the front of the room.

Next up was lunch for her, the school had staggered lunch periods and she didn’t share hers with Jon, and wanting to be able to relax and not worry about accidentally ogling anyone she ate her lunch outside on the wall where she normally met Jon after school. She did see one of the other guys that had big boobs, he was jogging across the field, probably going home for lunch, his path brought him past her and she couldn’t help but stare, his boobs were pretty nice, not as big as Jon’s, but more than big enough to be impossible to hide with binding. They were more to her shape preference than Biff’s, but still flatter than she liked. She tried her best not to stare as he went by but she couldn’t help looking. He didn’t seem to take any notice of her though and she felt relieved when he passed her and she couldn’t see his chest anymore.

Once she finished eating she found herself thinking about Jon, hoping he was doing OK. Wishing she could do something to make his day a bit easier.

Eventually it was time for her next class. She walked in and saw next to her desk the guy who she had seen run past her at lunch, she was so distracted by his boobs she hadn’t even recognised him. She sat with some worry.

About halfway through class she found herself resting her head on her arm on the desk, turned sideways so she was looking at the guy beside her, he was sitting with his elbows on his desk chin on his hands, leaned forward far enough that his breasts hung down and she could see them past his arms. She was doing her best to seem to be staring into space thinking, or to be looking past him, but she was watching his breasts, the way his shirt sat on them, and how that changed as he breathed. She couldn’t help it. She wished she were looking at Jon though.

Her last two classes went much the way her first had, by the time it was over she was eager to meet up with Jon on the wall. She was feeling weird, and somewhat horny from all the fantasising and just wanted to get out of the building and away from everyone else.

Jon was on his way to his first class, walking through the halls, feeling very self-conscious about the jiggling breasts he was sporting, still acutely aware of their every movement. He noticed several guys' eyes go to his chest as he got close, some even turned their heads. Some girls too. Then he saw approaching him one of three people he would have liked to not see at all during this week. Steve “The Stud” Farber.

Steve not only looked, he almost leered, and as he was beside Jon he called out to him “Nice Tits!” Jon felt… a lot of things, none of them good while this was happening, he looked away from Steve and hunched his back to try to make his chest stick out less.

The rest of his walk continued much the same, no one else was as brazen or crude as Steve. Upon reaching his first class he sat down, pulled his chair in close to the desk and was sitting with his shoulders hunched and arms resting on the edge of the desk in an attempt to minimise the visibility of his breasts. It wasn’t a comfortable way to sit, especially not with all the extra weight on his front, but his experience in the hall had made him even more uncomfortable with being out in the world like this. He didn’t daydream like Karyn, he barely took notes, but he did pay attention, it was easier than thinking about his chest. Moving his arm around to write felt weird, the weight of his right breast pulled on his shoulder and when he had his hand at the left side of a page his arm pressed against the side of his breast. It wasn’t uncomfortable except in that it felt strange and reminded him that he had boobs and was in public. His breast wasn’t really in the way, it squished enough to not be a problem, but the feeling of that squish… If he were sitting alone it wouldn’t bother him so much, but he wasn’t.

The walk to his second class went much the same as his first, minus encountering Steve. The next class was Physics and today was a lab day. They were doing something with springs, measuring the force, working out Hooke's Law, and some other things. His lab partner, Bill, spent the first half looking nervous and occasionally glancing at Jon’s chest, though not in a… creepy or sexual way, more of a sort of curiosity mixed with fear, about halfway through Bill worked up some nerve.

“Hey, uh Jon, I’ve just been recently diagnosed with… well… same as you… they’re still small enough to um hide…” he was practically whispering, “Uhm I just wanted to ask… how… well how fast did yours grow…”

“You worried you’ll end up like me?” Jon answered, also keeping his voice low. The room was loud enough that they weren’t likely to be overheard.

“... Yeah”

“Fast. they were this big in two months.”

This answer didn’t seem to make Bill feel any better.

“How… big were they after two weeks? I… mine are well if I weren’t wrapped up tight they’d be very obvious… I mean not big… but…”

“I don’t really remember… it was… um, stressful. I wasn't keeping track.”

“Ah” He went silent for a few minutes and they worked on the lab. “Uhm… If you don’t mind me asking, what… what’s it like? Does your back hurt?”

“Err… well no, no back pain, at least not yet, but they move a lot when I walk, or turn or… and… they’re pretty heavy… and... uh… well people look. I… well they’re not so bad when nobody’s around but… I still feel super weird about it in public.” Jon was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation, but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse to answer, Bill would never get much bigger before the wish ended, but he couldn’t tell him that, and it seemed mean not to offer whatever reassurance he could.

“Oh…”

It seemed like he wanted to ask more, but felt that it might be too personal. Jon was relieved to just get back to the assignment. The rest of the class played out with an awkward air between them, Bill occasionally asked a simple question and Jon answered as best as he could about how people were treating him.

Jon was not excited about walking to his next class, he held a couple of his notebooks against his chest as he walked, it helped a bit. As he was approaching a hallway intersection he heard Steve’s voice ahead, “Nice Tits!” it said, he couldn’t see Steve anywhere, but then he saw another guy whose bust was too large for effective binding hurry across the intersection, hunching much the way Jon had earlier. Apparently, Steve said that to every guy with visible breasts.

The next class went much the same as the first, except he noticed some guys near the back passing a note back and forth and occasionally looking at him and smirking. He felt even more uncomfortable.

Up next was lunch, he didn’t share a lunch period with anyone he knew, or more accurately, liked, so he ate alone. He hadn’t brought anything, he was too busy trying to put off his day to pack anything, so he was obligated to go to the cafeteria and buy something. While he was waiting in line he again heard Steve’s voice saying “Nice Tits!”, this time there was an answer. It was Biff.

“Shut up Steve. It’s not funny.”

“Hey, I mean it, they are nice!”

“Have any of the guys you’ve said that to looked happy to hear it? Can it, or I’ll make you. If I hear that you’ve said that to anyone…”

Jon had turned and was watching the exchange, shocked, especially shocked that Biff was including saying it to anyone in his threat. Other people’s problems were not something Biff was in the habit of caring about. He was doing his best to be inconspicuous and not attract either of their attention but he couldn’t help noticing Biff’s bust, smaller than his but still sizable, fitting his wide frame. It felt weird to have something like this in common with Biff.

It was his turn to order, so he quickly looked away and bought his lunch and left the cafeteria to eat in peace.

The walk through the halls was much the same though, he was noticing more and more of people’s reactions to him in the halls, including some overheard comments from people he passed. Some pointed. He felt his bust bounce as he walked.

Next up he had Gym, he dreaded the locker room, he was going to have to put on a sports bra he knew and that meant being bare-chested. He knew he was still expected to change alongside all the other guys in the class, though he did get a locker over in a corner of the room. He arrived a little late and hurried over to his locker, he was the only one in the class with the “condition”. He was quickly pulling his shirt off and undoing his bra, keeping his back to the rest of the room, facing the corner, when...

“Hey! Show us your tits today!”

“Yeah, we know they’re huge!”

“C’mon, we’ve never seen such big ones in person.”

Three voices, the same three he knew from wish provided information that they had done this every week since he grew them. He was thankful it was only once a week, and that the wish would end before he had to do this again.

He found his sports bra and put it on as fast as he could, he didn’t quite get his boobs settled properly, he hoped they would find a comfortable place as he moved. All the while the taunting continued. He pulled his gym shirt on as fast as he could and changed into his shorts in record time and walked as fast as he could out of the room. He felt the difference in the rhythm of his bust bouncing, the sports bra provided a little less damping but was much better overall at restricting the amount of movement, though any that did happen took a little longer to stop completely.

Gym was a nightmare of running and jumping, even with the sports bra his boobs nearly hit him in the face. The weight and movement caused him to be so self-conscious he could barely do the activities required. He could feel eyes on him, girls as well as guys, the t-shirt was tighter than the sweater, and provided a much more view of the curve of his bust to those around him.

He tried to just block everything out except the instructions from the teacher.

Eventually, it ended, and he was back in the locker room. He managed to get a shower stall near the end of the room. The taunting started up again, he did his best to ignore it completely and showered as fast as he could and got back into his normal clothes faster than he thought possible. He did have to stop in a bathroom on the way to his next class to get his breasts settled comfortably in the cups of his bra, but that was a price he was happy to pay to get out of the locker room faster.

The last class of the day was math, Jon liked math, for the first time that day he could concentrate on the class enough to mostly forget about the eyes on his chest. He listened and took notes, still very aware of his arm’s contact with his breast, and the way the weight altered how he held his shoulder, but he was focused enough to not let it bother him.

Eventually, the day ended. He eagerly rushed through the halls, feeling the increased tempo of his walk in his chest, and not caring about the comments and pointing, because he was free and getting away from it.

Jon arrived at the wall first, when Karyn saw him waiting she broke into something halfway between a jog and a run. When she reached him she threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss, full on the lips. He was surprised, but since this was the fourth time she had surprise kissed him he reacted quickly, returning the embrace and the kiss. They were both feeling the sensation of their boobs squishing against each other. For Jon it was still novel, and pleasant, for Karyn it wasn’t so new… but her new feelings about boobs made it mean something different to her in this context. It was something like feeling up the other’s breast, but less. The awareness of their size and proximity of them. Jon was used to the meaning, but not the half happening to him. For Karyn, the new meaning was strange but pleasurable.

They broke the kiss, but not the embrace.

“Mmm Jon-boyfriend, you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Oh?” The kiss had washed away much of Jon’s built up stress from the day. He was glad anew that they had finally admitted to each other and themselves how they felt. “How much?”

“Enough to do it again” And she did, pulling Jon tighter against her.

After they broke the kiss again Jon said, “We should probably head out, I don’t really want to hang around here any longer than I have to.”

“OK, shall we hang out at your place?”

“Sure, sounds good.”

“This walk we’re holding hands though.”

“Whatever you like.”

They released the embrace and started walking towards Jon’s house.

Two people observed this kiss, both of them surprised. One was Sarah. The other was Jon’s younger sister Zoe.

As Jon and Karyn walked home, hand in hand, chatting, Karyn found herself frequently touching Jon’s arm with her free hand, getting as close to him as possible.

“So, how did your day go?” Karyn asked.

“Ugh, could be worse I guess.”

“That bad huh?”

“Apparently Steve Farber has been saying ‘Nice tits!’ to every guy like me whenever he sees them…”

“I… What the hell is wrong with him?”

“Biff shut that down today… for everyone… which was weird.”

“Biff caring about other people?”

“Yeah… weird, right.” He paused for a moment, “Getting changed for gym wasn’t fun either… three guys spent the whole time taunting me and trying to get me to turn around…”

“Turn? Oh I see. Bleh... jerks.”

“Yeah… I also caught a lot of people staring… I really understand why a lot of girls carry their books against their chest.”

“Ah… How are you feeling about your boobs?”

“Well… Aside from… all of the… stuff I mentioned they’re not so bad… still feel weird as hell and I’m super aware of all the moving around they do… so they’re a bit distracting.”

“Hmmm”

“How are you feeling about your ‘growth spurt’? It must be a bit like it is for me…”

“Yeah, a bit… They do move around more and they’re definitely heavier, but the extra movement isn’t so noticeable that I’m distracted by it, I’m a little more aware of them than normal… but not you know constantly. They’re not bad… I think I’m not gonna worry about changing them back.”

“You sure about that… I mean you seemed awfully upset at first…”

“Yeah… Like I said I kinda thought they’d gotten bigger than they actually did and well I was more mad at myself for making such a stupid wish… And given what I said I can’t see any way to get them back to the way they were, I mean we could probably make them a bit smaller, but… I can’t see any way to go back without doing something super weird like I have a set of spare boobs in a closet or something, and I don’t want that. Besides, I'm kinda starting to like them.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with your current boob obsession does it?”

“I… well maybe a little, but also you obviously like them, and well it’s not like I look that different the way I normally dress and they’re not… well much more to deal with than what I had before on the downsides. Basically, I think I can live with them… and they look good.”

Jon wasn’t completely satisfied with that answer, but he also wasn’t going to argue with Karyn about what she did with her own body.

“How did your day go? Probably better than mine.”

“Well yeah… it was a bit weird though…”

“Oh? How so?”

“Uhm… turns out I like big boobs, at least a bit, no matter who they’re on… so um a couple of times it was a bit hard not to look… and Biff’s look good on him… I wasn’t expecting it and nearly stared at him… and low-cut tops are… uhm… yeah. There was another guy with… decent boobs sitting beside me in one class and that was… distracting…” She was not going to tell him she had spent most of the class staring at that guy’s boobs, that she had put effort into trying to arrange herself so she could do so without looking too suspicious, no, Jon must never know that.

“Wait, Biff?”

“Err, yeah… he’s really not my type, but, you know how his shirts fit and… well… boobs, and I… think the ones he has suit him… Not my preference… apparently… I now know I have preferences in boob shapes… Yours are much nicer. Seriously, if we shared a class I don’t think I’d get anything done in it all week.” Karyn could feel the blush on her cheeks, she wanted to both hide from Jon and hug him for comfort.

Jon for his part had felt… weird about the fact that Karyn had been distracted by Biff’s boobs, was it jealousy? He wasn’t sure, and she said his were nicer… he wasn’t sure how he felt about that either.

“I… see. So you got distracted by girls too?”

“Err, yeah… only a few… and I… I’m… still not actually into girls… but… boobs…” She shrugged slightly during the last word. Talking about boobs this much was making her pay attention to what her own breasts were doing, she felt the jiggle as her shoulder pulled them up and let them drop with the motion of the shrug. She imagined what it was like for Jon, being completely unused to those little movements. Weirdly she found the thought a bit of a turn on… where was that coming from? The idea that he couldn’t help but be constantly aware of his bust…

They walked quietly for a few minutes.

The sky had cleared up at some point during their afternoon classes and it was now sunny and had warmed up substantially since the morning. They were getting close to Jon’s house, away from other students and Karyn was feeling a little over warm with her extra layer under her sweater. She decided to take the sweater off.

“Hang on a sec Jon, I’m a bit too warm…”, she started pulling the sweater off, reaching over her head and grabbing the neck.

“Huh? What are you…?”

The sweater came off, at first it dragged the t-shirt she was wearing underneath with it but Karyn noticed and grabbed the hem of the t-shirt before it got too far up. She stopped and was smoothing down the tee. It was a fitted one, with a lowish neckline, showing some of her wish enhanced cleavage. The fitting of the tee was close enough to really show her figure, and it was tight across her bust and like Jon’s shirt, there was a line of tension wrinkles between the tips of her breasts in the fabric.

Jon was again stunned by how good she looked, he had of course seen her completely topless yesterday, but it was still surprising to see his friend and find her this attractive, her figure, the way the shirt hugged her bust… for a moment he felt himself begin to repress the feeling of attraction, part of him saying ‘don’t look at her like that she’s your friend’, before reminding himself that they were dating now, it was perfectly fine to be attracted to her. This was the first time he’d seen Karyn in any clothing that actually showed her figure since the previous school year, it was different from seeing her topless. He looked her up and down, not quite able to stop himself from enjoying the view when he saw the look on her face.

It was a look of apprehension, nervousness, but also anticipation, it said “What do you think?”.

Karyn was worried, would Jon be OK with a Karyn that showed cleavage? Would this ruin his image of her? She wanted to show her body to him… but in a way that they didn’t need privacy.

Jon managed to work out what she might be worried about, “Wow, Karyn you look amazing in that shirt… I…”

Karyn felt herself relax, she hadn’t realised how worried she was about Jon’s reaction to seeing her in something other than her sweater worried her, and when he accepted it the relief washed over her. She stepped back over to Jon and pulled him into another kiss. Again feeling his boobs mashed against her own, it was fast becoming one of her favourite feelings.

They broke the kiss and continued walking to Jon’s house, not really talking, just enjoying being close to each other. Karyn was now holding Jon’s entire arm, not wanting him to get further away, wanting to get closer. It wasn’t really practical while they were walking, but she wanted her arm around him.

Jon for his part was enjoying the attention even if he would have been hideously embarrassed if anyone he knew saw them. He had to keep reminding himself that this was real, this was Karyn hanging off his arm, that they were dating. He felt like he was dreaming for the rest of the walk home.

They arrived to an empty house, Zoe was probably with Athena somewhere and Jon’s Mom frequently went shopping with Mikey after picking him up from school, so this wasn’t unusual. They went in and up to Jon’s room.

“Hey Jon-boyfriend, do you think I can stay for dinner tonight? I want to stay with you…” Jon sat on the bed, Karyn sat beside him.

“I…” the way she said stay with you felt… really good and his brain stopped for a moment before he could formulate his reply, “we’ll have to ask my mom when she gets home, but she’ll probably say yes.” It was new for them to be so close when just hanging out in his room, normally one of them sat on the chair from his desk, new and nice.

“Have to ask my parents too. We’ll call them if she says yes. How long do you think we have until someone else gets home? Long enough for… shirts to come off and fun to be had?”

“I… don’t think so…” he paused, “unfortunately…”

“Well we can still have fun with all our clothes on.” Karyn grinned at him and pulled him into a kiss and then over so they were laying down with their legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She let one of her hands wander until it found one of Jon's boobs, she started gently kneading it through his bra. After a moment, she stopped and grabbed his hand that wasn’t underneath them and put it on her own breast and went back to his. To her satisfaction he started returning the groping she was giving him. They both let out soft moans around the kisses.

Jon was still having trouble believing this was happening, he was dating Karyn, not only that but she was more attractive than he thought… It was a lot to process even after a day. Not that he was doing much thinking at the moment, he was far too caught up in feeling up Karyn, kissing and the sensations of being felt up himself. The way he was reacting he was pretty sure that Karyn adding in that “at least as sensitive as mine” bit to her wish meant his breasts were a fair bit more sensitive than hers.

They continued for several minutes until they heard a car door close outside.

“Oh! That’s probably Mom!”

“Here, let me straighten your bra out.”

They pulled away from each other. “OK, how do I look? Everything normal?” Karyn said quietly.

“Stunning is how you look and yeah everything looks fine.”

Karyn flushed slightly at the compliment and tugged her shirt down to make sure. “You look pretty good yourself, are your boobs sitting in the bra comfortably still… sorry for um… pulling it out of place… I’m surprised I could, given… how much it’s designed to hold…”

“Don’t worry about it, they’re… uhm… where they should be.”

They went down to see who had arrived, it was indeed Jon’s Mom, they cleared Karyn staying for dinner with her and called her own parents to let them know, and went back upstairs. This time though they chatted only a little and mostly did homework. They both ended up sitting back to back on Jon’s bed while working since looking at each other was proving distracting, especially for Karyn who just ended up staring at Jon’s bust instead of working. Sitting back to back was nice since they got physical contact and it wouldn’t arouse suspicions in Jon’s family. They still weren’t sure if they wanted to tell anyone they were dating now.

Jon was finding it a bit weird to try to do his homework in his lap with breasts, looking down they were just so visible. He had had a similar experience at school, sitting at his desk, he couldn’t look at what he was doing without his boobs being at the bottom of his vision, they weren’t in the way… but they were there and it felt strange.

Eventually, they were called down to dinner.

The conversation at the table was fairly mundane, normal dinner table stuff. Jon’s Mom asking Karyn things about how she was doing, what she had done over the recent spring break. Zoe hated it. She was watching Jon and Karyn. She couldn’t believe what she had seen, but… she couldn’t dismiss it. So she was watching them. And she noticed things. The first and most obvious was Karyn herself. Since when did she look like that? Karyn’s a dorky Tomboy with a plain figure, not busty and curvy. On the bust front, Karyn seemed to be far more distracted by Jon’s chest than Jon was by her’s, which was interesting, the looks that they shared across the table were also different. They were those looks. She had seen what she had thought. She couldn’t help but think “It finally happened”. Zoe was happy for her brother… but she might also get something out of this.

It was an hour after dinner, Karyn had left for home, reluctantly. Jon was walking back to his room after saying goodbye to her at the door. At his bedroom door, he found Zoe, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

“So. since when do you and Karyn suck face?”

Jon felt his face turn red, and his heart rate jump.

“Uhm…”, he was dumbfounded, not sure how to answer.

“Well?”

“Err…” he decided on an edited version of the truth. “Well… yesterday…”

“Oh? Who asked first?”

Jon felt more heat go to his face.

“Oh, it was Karyn, wasn’t it?”

The way Zoe read him like a book there made him want to hide from the rest of the conversation, but he mumbled, “Yeah…”

“On the topic of new things, since when is she a centrefold?”

Jon was too wrapped up in embarrassment to immediately understand what Zoe meant. “Wha?”

“Hot, since when is Karyn hot.”

“Err…”, he wasn’t sure how to answer, again the truth seemed right. “Apparently last summer. She’s been… hiding.”

“I’ll say she has! That’s one hell of a trick.”

“Just a big baggy sweater.”

“Yeah, sure. Look I won’t tell Mom, you should do that, but…”

“But what?”

“You have to cover for me, I want to go to a… thing… Mom would never say yes. You cover for me when I ask.”

“Cover how?”

“I’ll tell you when the time comes, it won’t be hard, just a little white lie to Mom about where I am.”

“Fine, Deal”

“Good. See ya…” Zoe pushed herself fully upright with an elbow and turned. “And Jon, it’s about time you two got together.”

Jon was left wondering if it was obvious to everyone but him and Karyn that they had liked each other all along.

Later Jon was laying in bed, on his back, the box containing the stone was in his hands, he was staring at it.

He was thinking about the stone. What would he do with it next? A lot of things he might want to do were out because of the range, even changing his bank account’s balance was probably not possible, that was stored on a computer that was almost certainly well outside the stone’s range. He was also limited by his own sense of morals, he couldn’t abide too much change to others that they didn’t know about, it felt too much like erasing the original version of them, even if it were Sarah or Biff. Karyn’s current wish was one thing, it was temporary, but permanent major changes?

He was very grateful to have it, not just because of what it could do, but what it had done in bringing Karyn and himself into a relationship they had both wanted for a long time.

Staring at the stone also left him seeing his breasts in the comfort-oriented bra he wore for sleeping, filling the bottom part of his vision, a valley of cleavage between them. It was impossible to look down without seeing them, even as they had flattened and puddled on his chest under their own weight as he was flat on his back. He could feel the change in their shape. Yet another in the long line of unfamiliar sensations.

He sighed and put the box on his nightstand and rolled onto his side, feeling his bust shift with every movement. His boobs settled the bottom one slightly squished by the top one, flattening on one side against the mattress. He had the bottom arm under his pillow beneath his head, the other arm was resting partially on his breasts. Again he could feel how this stretched part of the skin on his boobs and the pressure on them, where they touched each other. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was exactly the position he had slept in the previous night, but it still felt strange. He felt himself slipping off to sleep

Karyn was restless and unable to sleep, she wanted to do something fun with Jon after school tomorrow, but she couldn’t think of what. Sort of a date. She ended up just staring at a digital picture frame she had on her desk as it flipped through pictures, not paying much attention to it as she thought until it showed a picture that had been taken at the beginning of the previous summer. It showed her and Jon in bathing suits at a beach, this was one of the last times she had worn anything that revealing before she filled out. It showed a Karyn without big boobs and a much less pronounced hourglass shape. Though the streak of blonde was there in her hair now, which wasn’t how she remembered the picture, it was just a little flash in the short hair she had then.

The picture brought her out of her head. She stared at it. Swimming. It was still far too cold to go swimming in a lake or pond. The public pool wouldn’t be very busy this time of year… especially not right after school. She imagined the current Jon ready to swim… He’d need a woman’s suit top… She knew she wanted to see that for real… how skimpy could she get him to wear? Probably not very… but any two-piece top would look incredible on him with the bust he had…

The next morning she texted Jon.

“Hey Jon-boyfriend, swim after school?”

“Why that? No swim top here.”

“Me neither, shopping today then!”

Karyn hadn’t needed her bathing suit since the picture that inspired her was taken and her bust had grown substantially since then, even before she made the accidental wish, so that one would no longer fit her.

“No way, not shopping. You just want to see my boobs.”

The next day of school was mostly a repeat of the previous day. Including for Karyn spending almost an entire period looking at the guy beside her’s boobs. Though Jon didn’t have gym and he was relieved about that. He also avoided more awkward questions from his physics lab partner since it was a normal class day in Physics.

After the school day, Jon and Karyn met up at the wall again. Karyn greeted him with another enthusiastic hug and kiss. They started walking, Karyn spending much effort attempting to convince him to change course for the mall so they could get bathing suit tops.

Eventually, once she thought she might be starting to wear him down, Karyn got a few steps ahead and turned to face Jon while walking backwards

“Please…” She had her arm around behind her and twisted up part of her sweater, making it tighter around her torso, particularly her waist, which had the effect of making her figure much more visible, she tugged at the neck of the sweater with her other hand to keep it from pulling up against her, but it also made a gap and as she had bent forward slightly Jon could almost see a hint of cleavage down it. “Pretty please… make your girlfriend happy. You’ll get to see my boobs as much as I can see yours.” She was smiling the whole time she was putting on her little show. “I’ll even let you pick my top, go as skimpy as you like…”

“I… Oh fine.” She obviously wanted to do it very badly, and the phrase ‘your girlfriend’ had made him feel… many things, it still felt like they were doing something they weren’t supposed to, they’d been just friends for so long, he still felt a little like he was violating a trust when he looked at her as attractive, every little reminder that she likes him that way sent a rush of endorphins through his system.

Karyn almost tackled him with another enthusiastic embrace and kiss. This time she held the kiss for longer and pushed her body against his harder… feeling her breasts squishing up against his, she even felt his body responding which caused hers to as well.

She broke the kiss, but didn’t pull any of the rest of her away, “MMM, somebody’s enjoying this hug a whole lot!”

Jon turned bright red.

“Don’t worry Jon-boyfriend, I’m enjoying it too.” She grinned at him and continued to hold the embrace and then kissed him again.

Eventually they continued on to the mall.

Karyn was feeling very pent up, between spending a class staring at boobs, fantasising about what various guys would look like with boobs, the evening she spent so close to Jon the day before, and the hug they had just shared. Now was not the time or place to deal with that and she was going to the mall to try on bathing suit tops and to watch Jon try on the same, so her head was full of images of Jon in various styles of bathing suit. Speedos on the bottom and the skimpiest women’s tops. She knew Jon didn’t own a speedo, nor would he wear a skimpy top, but a girl could dream. She was also again holding onto Jon’s entire arm as they walked, she wished they could just keep hugging, but that’s not a practical way to walk and they did need to get home before dinner.

Upon arriving at the mall they went to a department store, neither of them was planning to spend much money on their top. Jon let Karyn pick out tops that were likely to fit him.

“Hey Jon-boyfriend, you’d look great in this one!” Karyn held up a top that was just two triangles to hold the breasts, that didn’t look like they were actually big enough for his.

“No.”

Karyn stuck out her tongue at him and said “I was only joking… well half joking you would look great in it, but I wasn’t seriously suggesting you wear it.” She handed him a top that looked a lot like the bra he wore to bed, but actually offered a little more coverage, it had a wide band that sat below the breasts and was just a plain solid black. It would still show some cleavage but was about as modest as women’s swim tops come. The tag said something about comfort and support, and it had an underwire. “I think this should be big enough for you… It says it’s the right bra size, if not we’ll have to cancel..”

“Err, thanks… I… sorry for the comment this morning about you just wanting to look at… um… my boobs.” Using the word ‘my boobs’ still felt very strange to Jon and it always took him a moment to get past them.

“Ehh, no problem, you weren’t uh… totally wrong… err… anyway which of these do you want me to wear.” She held up four tops, one of which was the skimpy one she suggested for him as a joke.

“Oh, err, just get what you want… I don’t want to make you wear something you don’t…”

“Nope, YOU PICK, I said it, I’m sticking to it! Which one will look best to you?”

“Well, that super skimpy one just looks like it’s too small for you. Hmmm”, Jon’s old habits were again telling him “Hey don’t think those thoughts about her, she’s your friend” and he had to force himself to shut that down, let himself be attracted to her. “How about this one.” He picked one up off a rack, it said “tankini” on the sign, it had a shirt length part below the cups, but the neckline was cut very low and would, if it were Karyn’s size, show a lot of cleavage. To Jon this felt much more ‘Karyn-y’ but the low top would also show off her breasts.

“Not my size Jon-boyfriend”

“OK, we can find one that will fit… it just seems more ‘you’ and as much as I like your body you look better to me in things that seem… right on you.”

Karyn felt a lot of things, part of her wanted to cry, and part of her wanted to jump Jon and ride him. Just the thought that clothing matching her personality made her more attractive to Jon... A wave of mushy feelings washed over her and did bring a tear to her eyes, but there was also a rush of arousal, just Jon being Jon, and how much she had realised she was into Jon combined with how pent up the last two days had made her to trigger that. She felt wetness. She’d never been this turned on without… physical stimulation before. She knew she was not just crushing on Jon at this point but she was head over heels for him, and everything that made him, him.

Jon saw the tears welling up in Karyn’s eyes, “Err, sorry, I…”

“No, no, don’t apologize you didn’t say something wrong… very, very much the opposite. I… I’m happy.”

“Oh…” Jon didn’t know how to respond to that. Or even why what he had said had caused such a strong reaction.

Karyn tried to calm herself down while she went through the tankinis Jon had suggested, looking for one that would fit her. She managed to get the crying part under control, but she remained fairly revved up in the other department. She found one fairly quickly. “OK come on over to the fitting rooms let’s see if these fit.” She continued to try to calm down and managed for the most part, but the fact that she was about to see Jon in a bathing suit top put a limit on how far she could calm down, at least as far as her libido was concerned.

They each went into a fitting room. Jon pulled his shirt off and got out of his bra… it felt… interesting to be anywhere other than his room with nothing on top now. He wasn’t anywhere near used to having boobs enough to feel instinctively naked without a shirt… but at the same time, he couldn’t not be aware that he had them, for the same reason. It made him uncomfortable. He quickly put the swim top on, it took him some fiddling to get his breasts comfortably settled into the cups, but it did seem to fit well enough. It wasn’t as good a fit as either of the bras he’d worn so far, but to make Karyn happy with a short swim it was more than good enough, and looking in the mirror he couldn’t deny that if a woman were wearing it and it looked like that on her he would be looking. The trouble was, he didn’t in any way feel up to leaving the fitting room, not yet. He heard Karyn’s voice.

“Hey Jon-boyfriend, you OK?”

“Uh, yeah… I… just don’t want to come out… here I’ll let you in.” He opened the door but hid behind it. Once Karyn was in the small room with him he let the door swing closed.

Karyn turned to face where Jon must be. She felt another hit of arousal, not as strong, but… well she was alone with Jon and he looked fantastic in the top. The small area of visible cleavage, the shape of his breasts. His shoulders, all of him. She was having trouble not just staring at his boobs, but she did manage to look all of him over.

“Oh wow, it looks great. What do you think of mine?”

Everything Jon had thought about how it would look on her was right, the top was form-fitting and hugged her curves, showing her entire figure, the band of the support part was attached to the shirt part which pulled it tight to her chest under her bust, so it showed the shape of her breasts very well, the neckline plunged between her breasts. The fabric had a simple yellow and white checker pattern that enhanced how it showed her shape by making where it was stretching more obvious. And yet it still said ‘Karyn’ some part of it managed to be Tomboyish in just the right way.

“Perfect.”

That pent-up part of her desperately wanted to just have Jon now… she couldn’t do that but she could… “Hey, uh Jon-boyfriend. uhm… my parents are going out of town over the weekend, and if I said I had plans with you I could probably get them to let me stay… and well I’d like to have a proper date… and maybe we could do… a bit more than we did the first day…“ It was the most nervous she’d been talking to Jon since she’d made the answer honestly wish.

For Jon, this came out of left field, and it took him a few seconds to fully process what she was getting at. Doing things at her house, her parents not home. Did she really mean?

“I… a date sounds great, why don’t we see a movie, maybe go out to eat… and… err…” Jon’s brain practically locked up at actually saying anything about what he thought they might do after they got to her house alone.

Karyn watched Jon’s brain crash, she could read in his face what was happening in his head. She found it endearing but also annoying, and for a moment she had been terrified she had screwed everything up. “Yes, I do mean that. If… you’re feeling up for it… I said I wanted to skip… stages since, well I already know you so well and… well every minute we spend together I know more and more I… love you. I’m head over heels for you. I… look we don’t have to, you can decide when we’re there if you’re up for it.” She paused… “And well this isn’t the best place for this conversation, I’m sorry… but I… couldn’t… not. We should… buy our, um, tops. And try to relax…”

Jon was hearing what she was saying, but his brain wasn’t finished being stuck just yet. He had also felt a rush of arousal. His underwear was now quite tight but that was distant, he was stuck on what Karyn had said. So he just stood there for nearly a minute while Karyn tried not to look at his boobs, or the tent he pitched.

“I… er… uh…” Jon felt a lot of things… “I… OK… relax. Buy top. Date would be nice, let's do that.” Jon’s brain had crashed hard because the idea of Karyn being his girlfriend was just starting to seem real, he still felt the old reflex to repress his attraction to her but it was getting easier to ignore. He wasn’t quite ready to process the idea of sex with her. He wanted to, and he had fallen for her just as hard as she had for him… but it still didn’t feel fully real to him. That suggestion had forced that part of him to really take in that they were together.

“Let's change back into our clothes so we can buy these… I’ll even buy yours for you since this was my idea.”

Karyn’s voice broke the fog and Jon refocused on reality and the girl in front of him.

“Yeah OK.”

Karyn slipped back out of the fitting room and they both got changed and Karyn paid for both tops, they weren’t expensive so she was fine with doing it. They were walking away from the mall towards Jon’s house.

“Err… sorry for dropping a bomb like that on you back there…” The fear that she had messed up badly had lingered, but Jon had picked up on it and reassured her it was OK.

“It’s OK… I… I’ll think about it. I…”

“Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I wouldn’t back out on you, especially not after that confession.” Jon smiled at her. “Err not the one about wanting to… the one about being head over heels. I… I feel the same about you…”

They both felt very weird about being able to talk openly about mushy lovey dovey stuff but were completely unable to talk about physical intimacy.

They spent much of the rest of the day until Karyn had to leave again doing homework back to back sitting on Jon’s bed.

That evening Karyn was laying in her bed. Jon had said he felt the same. He loved her. That had not helped with how horny she was, the urge to jump him right there had come back in force. She had kept it down at the time, but now she was alone. If she was going to make it through another school day before Saturday she was going to need to take care of herself. She fantasized. About Jon. Making out with him. Feeling him up. Being felt up. Jon in tiny skimpy bathing suits, where neither part was fully able to cover what it should, the bottom tented up by his arousal, the top simply inadequate to begin with. She found herself imagining him on top of her, her hands cupping his breasts as they dangled from his chest, Jon moving closer, guiding himself, filling her, beginning to thrust. And she came, nearly moaning Jon’s name loudly but she caught herself just in time. She hadn’t even realised she’d started touching herself. She let herself continue… she was very pent up.

Jon for his part was doing similar things, imagining himself doing exactly what Karyn had pictured. After the conversation in the fitting room, he was pent up too. Eventually, he finished and cleaned up. He fell asleep thinking how lucky he was to have Karyn.

The next morning Jon was brushing his teeth, still wearing only his pajama pants and the comfortable bra he slept in. His eyes rested on the cleavage it was showing and then he remembered the previous day. He had a date with Karyn! It still felt weird to think of hanging out with Karyn as a date. He finished brushing and spat out the toothpaste, noticed there was no cup to fill with water to rinse out his mouth so he bent to get some water directly from the tap and felt cold and wet on his breast. He had dipped his boobs in a puddle of spilt water on the counter. He sighed. Gotta remember that he takes up more space in front at the moment. He finished up and headed back to his room. The thought got a date running on a loop in the back of his mind making him both happy and a little nervous.

He pulled out another bra, one designed to be a bit more supportive and less focused on raw comfort and put it on, fiddling for a moment afterwards to get his breasts settled in the cups. Underwires were not something he was going to miss when he went back to not having boobs. He considered what to wear, and he landed on a polo shirt, it was a bit heavier than his normal shirts and given the chilly morning yesterday, that seemed like a good idea, even if he would be wearing a jacket. Pulling it on, he found that one downside of it with his current chest was that it wasn’t as stretchy as a t-shirt, so it felt a bit constricting around his boobs, but after finishing dressing and having a quick look in the bathroom mirror he found it looked good, the last button on the shirt was just partly on the swell of his bust, which meant it was very much being pulled apart, the button was holding strong though. He was a bit worried about going to school wearing it… but Karyn would probably like the look of the button holding on, he would on her.

He also remembered to pack his swim shorts and the new top in his backpack before leaving. He was still apprehensive about wearing something like that in a public place, but it would make Karyn happy, and they had a date the next day. A day when Karyn’s parents would be gone.

He put that thought out of his head, now wasn’t a good time to think about that he’d make himself nervous and horny. Making him more nervous was the fact that he was going to be wearing that bathing suit in public…

Karyn’s morning started much like the previous two, doing her best not to stare at anyone’s boobs. She was getting better at that. Jon’s were harder, she liked him and they were just so… amazing, but she felt that she was making progress on that front too. Thankfully she only had to avoid staring at other girls for the moment, which was even easier than the few guys with boobs who aren’t Jon.

Her day diverged a bit during lunch, she was again sitting on the wall and had just finished eating when she saw a girl coming towards her. She wasn’t sure who it was, had she looked too long at someone and gotten caught? If so it wasn’t this girl… she wasn’t busty enough to pull Karyn’s eyes. It wasn’t until the girl spoke that Karyn recognized her. It was Jon’s sister Zoe.

“Hey!”

“Uh… Hi… Zoe. What…”

“You better not have started dating Jon just because he has big tits now!”

“I… what?”

“I was paying attention during dinner the other day, I saw you spending more time looking at his boobs than even he did looking at yours.”

Karyn started turning bright red.

“Seriously, don’t you dare break his heart, I will make sure you regret it if you do.”

“I…” Karyn took a deep breath, “I don’t think you have to worry about me doing that. If I weren’t the one he’s dating I’d be telling her the same thing. I’ve been in love with him for a long time… I just didn’t… realise until…”

“Fine. We understand each other then. Oh and if you breathe a word that this conversation happened to him I will find something horrible to do to you.” With that, Zoe walked off.

The rest of Karyn’s school day passed as school days tend to, very much like the one that came before it.

Jon spent much of the day in his own head, trying to mentally prepare himself for wearing a bathing suit in public. It made the day a bit easier, in fact, he was so in his thoughts that he wasn’t so self-conscious. Even at the end of the school day, he didn’t really feel ready.

He walked to the wall and waited for Karyn. He didn’t have to wait long, he was greeted with what was becoming her customary surprise hug and kiss. After a moment she broke the kiss.

“Hey Jon-Boyfriend, are you all ready for a swim?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, got the swimming stuff in my bag.”

“Awesome”

They walked to the public pool, Karyn again holding Jon’s entire arm. Chatting about nothing in particular. Upon arriving they split up to go to the appropriate changing rooms.

Jon walked into the changing room, it was empty. He felt himself relaxing a bit, facing getting changed around other people again was not something he was looking forward to.

He started undressing, pulling his shirt off, and unhooking his bra, his boobs dropping out of it and pulling on his shoulders, even pulling him into a very slight lean as they stopped. He was about to undo his pants when he changed his mind and grabbed the suit top, wanting to get some support for his bust back. He still wasn’t very comfortable with all the extra movement from an unsupported bust, he was just barely starting to get used to how it felt to have boobs while wearing a bra. Finishing undressing and pulling on the swim trunks involved a lot of moving and bending over and he was very much aware that the swim top was not as supportive as the bra he had taken off. His breasts hung lower when he bent, and jiggled more and for longer.

“Well this is going to be something,” He thought, extra bust movement wasn’t bad itself, but it made him much more aware of the fact that he had boobs, and here it was also going to remind him that what he was wearing was showing cleavage. “I guess Karyn will enjoy the view though.”

He sat, psyching himself up to leave the room and go to the pool, for several minutes.

Karyn walked into an almost empty changing room, there was one woman, maybe in her mid-twenties, coming out of the shower. Karyn found her eyes going to the woman’s chest, she was fairly well endowed, and Karyn couldn’t help noticing. It was the first time she had seen another woman naked since gaining her interest in boobs. Not looking was much harder when the boobs were bare.

Karyn fairly quickly found a spot to get herself changed, away from the other woman so that she wouldn’t have to try not looking. She got changed fairly quickly and headed out to the pool area.

In fairly short order she found herself a good place to wait for Jon. She sat at the shallow end of the pool with her feet in the water.

Jon nervously left the changeroom, he looked around. As Karyn had said, the pool wasn’t busy, in fact, there was almost no one there. There was a lifeguard, a few people swimming and he saw Karyn sitting on the edge of the pool.

“Wow she looks amazing in that suit…”, he found himself admiring Karyn as he walked towards her, after a few steps she noticed him and smiled and waved at him. She watched him approach. He could tell she was looking him over, enjoying the view. He could feel the extra bouncing happening on his chest, and the tightness of the top made it more obvious that there were little ripples of movement passing through his breasts. He himself continued to admire Karyn as he walked. About halfway to her realised that he hadn’t had that little voice in his head admonishing him for being attracted to her, he didn’t have to let himself be attracted to her, remind himself they were dating and it’s OK to think she’s hot, he just did.

Karyn for her part was looking at more than just Jon’s boobs as he walked towards her, she was admiring his legs, arms, and shoulders, though his boobs were the primary focus of her attention. She also noticed how much more his boobs were moving than they did in his normal bra. She was enjoying the way the extra motion looked. The top still looked amazing on him. The little bit of cleavage that it showed, the little lift it gave his bust that gave them a rounder shape. It just looked great on him, she thought it suited him.

“Hey, Jon-boyfriend, you look good!” she pushed herself into the pool, “Come on in, the water’s fine!”

Jon quickly joined her, they headed for the deeper parts of the pool, as Jon began submerging himself he felt something else new to him. His boobs almost floated, he could feel the weight come off his shoulders. Stopping where he was just up to his shoulders, he for the first time since the wish felt a dramatic reduction in weight from his bust.

Karyn noticed he wasn’t swimming after her once she was partway out into the deep end. She stopped, treading water and turned.

“What’s up Jon-Boyfriend?” Karyn swam back closer to him, she couldn’t quite touch bottom, partially because Jon was taller, partially because he had stopped facing the deep end so she was a little further down the very steep incline at the bottom.

“I…” He glanced around, there was no one very close, “I… my boobs… float”

Karyn giggled, she hadn’t even thought about the fact, that it would be new to Jon and feel new and weird to him. It was just something that she was used to with how her boobs acted in water. It had been an obvious effect even with the smallish bust she had the last time she had gone swimming.

“Yeah, they do a bit.”

“I… must be more used to these things than I thought… it feels a bit strange to stand and not feel so much pull… I had sort of forgotten just how heavy they are. It feels kinda nice to let them float.”

“I hadn’t ever really thought about that, but yeah it does. I also haven’t done any swimming since… well mine were much smaller.”

“They also move a lot differently in the water… it’s… I dunno. Weird all over again.”

“You gonna just stand here?”

“I… maybe for a little bit. Go ahead and swim a bit without me, I’ll catch up”

Jon stood for several minutes, just feeling the sensation of his breasts sitting in the water, lighter, sitting higher on his chest. Eventually, he started swimming over to Karyn, the sensations caused by actually swimming were new again, as he moved forward and his body was horizontal the drag from the water pulled on his bust again, but the buoyancy made them move in totally different ways than they would in air.

Karyn stopped and was treading water again as she noticed Jon approaching.

“Ready to swim?”

“Yeah, still feels weird though.”

They swam for a while, and eventually got out of the water for a rest, hanging around near the walls.

“They feel so heavy again after getting out…”

“Well Jon-Boyfriend, they are, in fact, heavy. Look super good though. So does the rest of you.” She grinned at him.

Jon was a bit surprised at the compliment. He wasn’t used to being complimented on his appearance and didn’t quite know how to react.

“Uh, thanks. Though I don’t think I can even take genetic credit for these.” he gestured to his chest, “You kind of gave them to me.”

“I… guess I did. What do you want to do next, diving board?”

“I… I’m not sure…”

“Well we could head out, you really weren’t totally wrong when you said I just wanted to see your boobs in a bathing suit… and well I got to.”

“Really?”

“Well not totally… but that… was what gave me the idea, it also seemed fun. Besides, you got to learn more about what having boobs is like.”

“Hmm, I seem to remember that me learning things was only a secondary reason for wishing, you were the one that wanted to learn things.”

“Oh, I am. Lots of things. Like how hard it is to look someone in the eye when they have really nice boobs, are wearing a flattering bathing suit, and showing a bit of cleavage. I’m also noticing that you’re having a bit of the same problem. ” She grinned at him.

“I’m pretty sure you learned that the first time I had my shirt off like 10 minutes into this.”

“No… that was a bra. Totally different.”

“Hmmm. Yes. Radically different. No comparison. Not similar in any way.”

“Hey, don’t think I don’t know that you would want to do the same sort of ‘research’”

“I’ve never invited someone out to something just for a better look at their boobs.”

“I said it wasn’t the only reason, just a reason. I’m under time pressure here! It’s only a week. Speaking of, do you want to head back to your place? We should probably figure out what we’re actually going to do on our big date.”

“Oh yeah… good idea. I guess we probably do need some time before it gets too late if we want to make a reservation at a restaurant or something…”

“We’ll talk about what kind of date on the walk over. Let’s go.”

They both stood up, Jon hyper-aware of the weight of his bust shifting as he leaned forward to get his centre of gravity in the right place to let him stand, it felt very heavy after getting used to the reduced load while in the pool.

Karyn quickly rinsed off in the shower, not bothering to change out of her swimwear first, just rinsing off the chlorinated water, she decided she’d just wear the top and only change back into her pants, it was a lovely day outside and a lighter top would be perfectly comfortable. The pool provided towels so she managed to get the top dry enough to not wet her pants and quickly changed. She headed to the lobby to meet back up with Jon and walk to his place.

Jon too rinsed the chlorine off while wearing his suit, but in his case, he just didn’t want to feel the vulnerability of being naked in the shower, even though he again had the entire room to himself. He also dried his top as much as he could with the towel, and he decided to just throw his shirt on over it. He could cope with a little less support for a brief walk, it’s not like he’d be doing a lot of moving around once they got to his house. He also elected to just wear the swim shorts home and maybe change when he got there. So he was through the change room very fast.

They walked and chatted. Jon was quickly becoming less sure about his decision to wear the bathing suit top home under his shirt, though Karyn did glance down at his chest a little more often, and he did sort of enjoy that.

Karyn eventually brought the conversation back to the date, what would they do? She insisted that she pay her own way for any meal, no matter where they went. They discussed possibilities, the swanky place? Too expensive, neither of them had the money for it. Karyn jokingly said the burger place they had frequently hung out at, Jon thought it wasn’t a bad idea until Karyn pointed out it wouldn’t be great for talking, it’s too open and noisy. They settled on a dinner at a nicish place, it had gone in where a much more expensive place had been so it had individual booths for each table, but was priced more like a family restaurant.

They arrived at Jon’s house, said hello to his mother on their way in and went up to his room and continued the discussion.

“So what else could we do, more than just dinner? Maybe a movie? Classic date cliché. Could really help solidify that we’re dating now.”

“OK, but what movie?”

“Well Jon-boyfriend, How about either something horror or a rom-com, to complete the cliché?”

“Bleh, you know I don’t like horror, and I don’t think any good rom-coms are playing. I’d like to see the new James Bond. You like them too.”

“Come on. Gotta do the date properly. I don’t think I can properly enjoy a James Bond movie right now, he won’t have boobs and part of a James Bond movie is thinking he looks good.”

Jon paused, thought for a moment, quickly unbuttoned the polo shirt he was wearing, and leaned forward towards Karyn. “Maybe he doesn’t… but perhaps these ones can convince you?”

Karyn started giggling, but she also couldn’t help looking. What Jon was doing was very much working on her.

“Fine, fine! You make two very convincing arguments. I am also learning the true power of boobs today!”

It took her several minutes to lose the giggles Jon had induced with his performance, but she did eventually manage to.

“How about we see a matinée and get an early dinner… It’ll give us time at my place…”

“Oh err yeah…”

“How are you feeling about… that?”

“Well… I guess I’m up for… seeing how it goes, I’m not totally sure yet, but I can give you a solid maybe.”

“Oh, well that’s good, we’ll see then… Uhm… I was thinking… about protection and… well why don’t we make a wish to… remove the need for it?”

“I…”

“I’m not saying we will tomorrow, but well we will eventually, no reason not to wish now…”

“Yeah… I suppose… did you have a wish in mind?”

“Mmmhmm”

“OK, go ahead. Stone’s over there.”

Karyn went and got the stone and opened the box, she left it sitting where it was and simply put her finger on the stone in the box, and wished.

“I wish that Jon and I would not be fertile together unless we both consciously decide we want to be.”

The stone flashed, neither of them felt any different for a moment, they both found the information about what had changed. They could switch fertility on and off, just for sex between the two of them. They both were aware of the status of it, and part of how it worked, it would prevent Jon from having any sperm in his output. It could only be switched to fertile if they both actively tried to at the same time.

Karyn lifted her hand from the stone.

“Err… uhm Jon-Boyfriend, I’m assuming that if I weren’t your first girlfriend I’d know right?”

“Uh yeah, I wouldn’t hide that from you.”

“Good… good…” she closed the box, “Since I haven’t had any secret ex-boyfriends, I guess we don’t need to worry about… the other reason for protection.”

“Oh… yeah. I guess not.”

There was a short awkward silence until Karyn broke it.

“I don’t think we need to make a reservation for dinner, they’re probably not busy enough that early.”

“Yeah probably not… did you clear staying with your parents?”

“Oh yeah, I just told them I had plans to hang out with you… which is the truth… They said yes. Did you tell your parents?”

“Yeah, I said I’d be spending most of the afternoon and evening with you.”

“Great.”

Karyn’s phone beeped. She quickly checked it. It was her mom texting her wondering when she’d be home.

“OH, I should probably get going, Jon-Boyfriend.”

“OK, see you tomorrow then”

Jon lay in bed, he’d realized shortly after Karyn left that for much of the time since they got to the pool he had been thinking of her more as a girlfriend rather than a girl who is his friend. It felt good. He was excited and nervous about the date tomorrow, not about the dinner, or the movie, but being alone with her at her house afterwards, her parents out of town. Did he feel ready for that?

He also couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky he was to have a girl who he liked as much as Karyn not only like him back, but she also had a body that he thought he’d only see in his dreams. Sure she was just a little chubby… but so was he, and besides he liked it, at least on her.

Karyn was thinking similar thoughts, about Jon, how lucky she was, how much she liked him, how hard she was falling for everything about him… and she thought about his boobs. She was just as nervous as Jon about what they might be doing together in the bed she was laying on. The fantasy she had masturbated to twice now came unbidden to her mind, Jon on top of her, thrusting into her, his boobs swinging with each thrust, bumping into her boobs at the top of their swing. She calmed herself down from that… she wanted to save her energy for tomorrow, she might need a push from her libido to go through with it, and she wanted to go through with it. She wasn’t likely to have another chance before the wish giving Jon boobs and making her like them ran out of time.

It was late morning, Jon was struggling to decide on what to wear. He wanted to look nice since it was a date, he was also hesitant to wear a lot of his usual nice clothing since it no longer fit the same way with his bust. Many of his nice button-up shirts were just too tight: the buttons across his boobs would be struggling to stay closed, and the gaps pulled open between the buttons were too wide for him to consider them anything close to acceptable to wear outside his bedroom, let alone his house. He was pretty sure Karyn would like that look on him… but it wasn’t really something he could wear on a date.

He eventually found one that had been a bit oversized on him but now was still slightly tight on his bust, though it was still a little big down the rest of his body; tucked in, it was not a bad look. The shoulders were just a little loose; the buttons didn’t look like they were barely holding on; the areas between the buttons still had overlap between the two sides of the shirt, though there was a bit of pulling to the sides on the one over the fullest part of his bust. Below his bust the shirt went in a straight line to the waist of his pants, if it loosened it would hang off his boobs a bit, but it looked OK.

He didn’t want to overdress: it was just a movie and dinner, and he didn’t want to make it obvious to his family that it was a date, so he went with jeans and his normal shoes.

Jon arrived at the movie theatre, looking around to see if Karyn had arrived first. He saw her playing a game in the small lobby arcade that the theatre had, and he headed over to her. She was playing some rails-shooter light gun game; it wasn’t one tied to any franchise he recognized, it seemed to be about police officers shooting terrorists or something. The plot of arcade games wasn’t exactly important to playing them. He’d played on the cabinet before, but there seemed to be a set of obscure games that the theatre rotated through, frequently without setting up the marquee and other markings on the cabinet to match the game it was running.

He found himself admiring Karyn as he approached, again realising he hadn’t felt the need to stop himself. She was wearing a checkered flannel shirt and jeans: the jeans were more fitted than the pants he was used to seeing on her and overall the outfit did a good job of showing her figure, he found himself admiring her ass in particular.

Once he got fairly close, he stopped and watched her play for a minute or two. He noticed she was low on health and out of lives.

“Hey!”

Karyn jumped, startled by Jon speaking so close to her, and she missed all the current on-screen targets, resulting in her losing her last life in the game.

“Arrrgh!” She turned and saw Jon. “Don’t sneak up, Jon-boyfriend!”

“Er… Sorry, didn’t intend to.”

She grabbed him and pulled him into a quick kiss.

“Eh, no biggie, I was only playing while I was waiting for you. I got our tickets already. Let’s head for the theatre and get seats, or… should we get some popcorn?”

“James Bond is a popcorn movie.”

“You sure we’ll be actually watching it? We are on a date, after all. We could sit at the back and feel each other up,” Karyn said, her tone saying she was joking… part of her expression saying she wasn’t entirely joking.

“I… You’ll get plenty of time to play with these after we eat,” he said while gesturing to his chest, “I do actually want to watch this one.”

“This is why we should have gone to a movie we don’t want to see!” This time she was entirely joking.

Jon smiled, “If you just wanted to get your hands under my shirt we could have just met at your house. Your parents have movies we don’t like for free.”

“Aww, don’t be so boring Jon-boyfriend.”

They went to the concessions stand; Jon bought popcorn and drinks for them to share. They entered the theatre it was still quite a while before the movie would start, so it was empty and they had their pick of seats. They sat in the middle of the room, where looking at the screen would be comfortable, but the screen would still mostly fill their vision. They chatted for a while: Jon mentioned his physics lab partner and how he wasn’t sure how to answer his questions, especially since the wish would end soon so it didn’t really matter. This led off into a weird conversation about if this version of reality continued to exist with alternate versions of them when the wish ended. Eventually, someone else arrived, and they shifted topics without reaching a conclusion on what they believed.

They emerged from the cinema into the bright late afternoon sun.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. It always feels weird walking out of a theatre into daylight… It feels like it should be later.” Karyn blinked as her eyes were still adjusting to the brightness.. They were walking to the restaurant where they planned to have an early dinner.

“Yeah… did you still like the movie, despite the boobless Bond?”

“I… You’ve been holding on to that one since we decided to watch this movie, haven’t you?”

“Well, later in the evening… but yeah.”

“Obviously, the movie would be vastly improved by Bond having boobs bigger than any Bond girl ever, but it was still fun. Hmmm.”

“What?”

“I was just wondering which Bond would have the biggest boobs. What would Sean Connery look like? Would he have big ones… Which would carry a busty look best?”

“Timothy Dalton.”

“No way!”

The debate continued, each pushing a ranking for each Bond, who would be able to pull off boobs best, which one would have the biggest—or best—bust, all the way to the restaurant.

They were seated at an out-of-the-way booth in the restaurant, chatting over shared appetizers. Jon leaned forward to get a piece of one-off a plate closer to Karyn; in the process he ended up resting his bust on the plate closest to him, tilting it towards him. Fortunately, it was empty at the time and only resulted in a loud noise as the plate dropped back to being flat when he settled back. However, it did trigger a lot of laughter from Karyn.

“Forgot you take up a bit more space than usual, eh Jon-boyfriend!” She giggled at him as she spoke.

“It’s not that funny.”

“Oh, but it is! Better watch out next time you use a computer, Jon-boyfriend, or you’ll be boob-typing!”

Jon felt a bit strange about the fact that he was apparently sufficiently used to his breasts that, at least if he was having an engaging enough conversation, he could, for a moment, lose track of what they were doing. He wasn’t sure if he was glad to be getting more used to them and not being hyper-aware of them at all times or if he was weirded out by not noticing them, even for a moment. He was still decidedly aware of them most of the time… but it was also lessening in intensity and feeling less and less weird every day.

Karyn’s light teasing continued through the rest of the meal, Jon eventually firing jokes back after the main courses arrived. He relaxed again, teasing her back about looking at his bust, which she was doing, frequently.

Even as they ate, Jon was marvelling at how lucky he’d gotten, dating Karyn. He was looking at her, the new wish-induced blonde streak in her bangs running down the side of her face, mixing with the waves of red—her original hair, now in a long cut that had never existed prior to her wish that restored her hair. It was beautiful. He too was stealing glances at boobs. Hers were a little less obvious in her flannel button-up: it was just a little tight across the fullest part of her bust and loose everywhere else, but it still showed enough hints at her figure underneath to be flattering.

Karyn had noticed the tightness of Jon’s shirt across his bust when she first saw him in the theatre, but now, sitting across from him, she had had trouble not spending the meal talking to his chest. She found the way a few of the buttons noticeably strained to hold the shirt closed immensely distracting, but she was also enjoying it just as immensely. Jon’s occasional remarks kept her from looking for too long, several times when she hadn’t even realised she was looking.

Eventually, the time came to pay the bill and move on.

They arrived at Karyn’s house, it was as they expected empty. Karyn unlocked and opened the door, and as soon as they were both inside and Jon had pulled the door closed behind him, she pulled him into a tight embrace and kissed him.

“So… What now, Jon-boyfriend?”

He kissed her again. “How about we just…”

“Go to my bedroom and see what happens next?” She could tell he was nervous and could feel the tension in his body. She was nervous too, just as unsure, but… she also wanted to get a chance to at the very least make out again before the wish making her like boobs and the one giving Jon his amazing set of them ran out.

“I… I was going to say living room…”

Karyn released him and stepped back, undoing the top few buttons on her shirt as she stepped, just enough to show a decent amount of cleavage. She leaned forward slightly. “C’mon, what would we do in the living room that we couldn’t do in the bedroom? We’ve got lots of time alone for the first time since…”

“I… I wasn’t objecting…”

“Oh… Ohh!”

“Not… sure how… far I want…”

“We’ll go slow… I’m not sure either… C’mon… let’s go.”

She moved back toward him and grabbed his hand, and pulled him along behind her all the way to her bedroom.

“So… where were we…” Karyn turned and went back to slowly undoing her top. She felt silly doing this, but at the same time, she was aware that if Jon were doing the same she’d be enjoying it.

Jon for his part enjoyed the show she was putting on. It was having the intended effect on him.

As she ran out of buttons, she let the shirt slide down her arms, exposing her chest and bra.

“Your turn, Jon-boyfriend.”

She pushed him gently and he let himself fall backwards onto the bed. She crawled up the bed and straddled him. She started slowly undoing his shirt buttons; she could feel Jon’s body responding, poking her backside, she felt her own body respond. She smiled down at Jon and continued to unfasten his top, she was reaching the buttons that were tight and had to squish his breasts to give herself enough slack to get the button to come out. She did not consider that to be a bad thing. She was again marveling at how good Jon looked with boobs. She found herself undoing the buttons faster, quickly getting the shirt all the way undone. She pulled it open.

“Wow… you really do have very nice boobs… I… just want to…”

“Yours aren’t exactly anything to sneeze at. Ahh!” Jon cried in surprise, raising his arms slightly, as Karyn stuck her face into his bust, with his bra still on. He looked down at her, she was looking up at him with a slightly embarrassed, but happy face. “I… was not expecting that… wouldn’t it… have been more fun if I weren’t wearing a bra?”

“Uh… probably…” came her slightly muffled reply.

Jon let his arms close, and ran his hands down Karyn’s back. He lifted the bottom of her shirt and drew it up until it uncovered her bra’s band. With what was now a practiced motion from undoing his own bra, he released the clasps. He felt her bust shift against his tummy as the support from her bra disappeared.

“OK mister, mine are free. It’s your turn.” Karyn pushed herself back up out of Jon’s chest and back into a kneeling position; she pulled her shirt and bra shoulder straps all the way off. “C’mon, lift yourself up a bit so I can undo yours.”

Jon grinned at her, though his eyes were actually on her chest, as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, giving clearance so she would be able to reach underneath him.

She leaned forward again, her bust swinging and dangling as she did so, her hands reaching Jon’s chest; following along the band of his bra under his open shirt, she found the clasps and released it. The tension in the band relaxed, the bra cups lifted up, and his breasts puddled and settled slightly lower on his chest as the pressure holding the bra cups against him went away and, with it, the cups' ability to shape his boobs.

Jon pulled his arms in, through his shirt sleeves and bra shoulder straps, and tossed his bra away, giving Karyn a full view of his bare bust. She brought her hands in and started gently playing with his boobs, cupping them, gently massaging.

For Jon Karyn’s ministrations felt amazing, he found himself groaning from the pleasure of the feeling. “Mmmm, God Karyn, are you ever good at that.”

“Well, I’ve had some practice on myself.” She could still feel Jon’s erection against her butt, which was adding to her own arousal as much as playing with Jon’s boobs. She was also mindful of what happened last time they made out, she didn’t want Jon going off too soon. Not much danger of that from just his boobs, it took most of the hour… but caution.

Jon reached up and started feeling her up in return. She felt herself start to moan softly back at Jon; felt what she had thought was his full erection harden more at the sound.

Jon could feel her butt against him, and they were each moving enough that even through his underwear and jeans there was some sensation of movement transmitted. As his arousal grew and even that small amount of stimulation happened, his reservations about not going all the way weakened. He let one hand run down along Karyn’s body, following the curves, feeling the soft skin, down to the waistband of her jeans, then along it, across to the front, to the button.

He paused, even if he did this next part they could still stop. He undid the button, paused and looked up at Karyn for confirmation that she was still comfortable with this. She was smiling and gave him a little nod of encouragement. He felt himself moan again as she combined this with a slightly more aggressive stimulation of one of his nipples. The nod was all he needed, he pulled the zipper closing the fly down, slowly and gently.

He started slipping his hand behind the waistband of her panties and hesitated.

Karyn sensed that Jon was unsure, “Go ahead Jon-boyfriend, as far as you want. I want you.”

Jon took the invitation, his hand slid down inside the front of her panties, to her vagina, slipping his middle pair of fingers inside her. As they entered Karyn let out a soft gasp. Jon let his palm press against her hoping it would stimulate her clit with pressure. He let the tips of his fingers explore together, rubbing at parts of her insides, pulling towards his palm.

“Mmm… that’s nice Jon-boyfrie….eeeeeee… Don’t stop that, that’s the spooooot!” Karyn spoke in halting breaths. Jon had found her g-spot.

He did as she said, continuing the motion he had been using. Her moans grew in volume and her breathing quickened. Her massaging of his breasts stopped, she was now gently squeezing and releasing them, her palms pressed over his nipples. It didn’t feel bad… but compared to the intentional massaging she had been doing it wasn’t doing much.

Karyn felt herself building, pleasure and warmth spreading from her vagina, the entire meal sitting across from Jon, being distracted by his boobs, the anticipation from the day before. All had left her very keyed up. It didn’t take long before she was getting very close to coming.

“Mmmuh Jon… I gonna… muuaaaaa” She came, and in the process accidentally squeezed Jon’s boobs a bit hard. Waves of pleasure radiated out. She felt herself clamp down on his fingers, rhythmically gripping. As she came down and started to relax she let her weight rest on Jon, she was panting slightly from the exertion.

“Ow Karyn, be careful what you’re holding on to when you get close.”

She looked down at her hands on Jon’s boobs, “OH! I’m sorry, I…”

“Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“I… I’m still sorry… You were doing such a goOOOOd” Jon wiggled his fingers as she got to the word ‘good’, “job.” She glared at him, playfully.

“OK, mister, what next?” She was feeling more aroused now than she had ever before, Jon’s fingers inside her weren’t enough to help with the feeling of emptiness she felt, she wanted something more substantial, something that was poking her in the butt.

Jon pulled his hand out of her, and her panties. “I… Well, we could finish getting undressed. I… want to… um… go all the way.” He had thoroughly enjoyed making her cum, giving such obvious pleasure to his closest friend, turned girlfriend, was one of the best things he’d yet experienced.

Karyn found herself feeling a surge of even more arousal and joy, she was elated, even more than she thought she would be. All her own doubts had been washed away by the fingering Jon had just given her. Though now without even his fingers inside her, the feeling of emptiness was stronger, she felt more need to be filled. She lifted herself back up and shuffled down a bit and started undoing Jon’s jeans, quickly.

“Lift your butt Jon-boyfriend. I want to see…” Having undone his button and fly she now could see what was making the tent in Jon’s pants. She was surprised, it looked bigger than she was expecting, she stopped to just look until Jon did as she asked and lifted his hips off the bed, she excitedly pulled down both his jeans and underwear. Jon’s penis sprung free, standing proud, a slight upwards curve. It was bigger than she expected, it was also nearly as much fun to look at as his boobs.

Jon let his hips drop back down to the bed, triggering a wobbling motion in his penis, which also fascinated Karyn. For a moment she was lost just looking at it, feeling the warm rush between her own legs as her body further ramped up its lubrication. Then she snapped out of it and pulled his pants and underwear below his knees where he kicked it the rest of the way off.

For her part she swung one leg back over him so that they were both on the same side of his body, preparing to discard her own bottom clothing. She quickly pulled them down to her knees and shuffled forward to get them the rest of the way off, with some help from her hands. She crawled back over to Jon and straddled him again, then lowered herself down so that his penis was just in front of her, part of it touching her.

Jon while watching her do this, enjoying the little show, watching Karyn’s boobs move, the reveal of her vagina, and her legs, found himself idling playing with his own boobs. It felt so nice, gently and without much intensity. As she was now in position on him though all of his attention was now on her, and how close her parts were to his.

“OK Jon-boyfriend… are you ready… I… need you.”

“Am I ever!”

Karyn drew a short breath and let it out forcefully, psyching herself up, “OK, I’ll… guide you in.” She lifted herself up and took Jon’s penis in her hand, shuffled forward just slightly. It felt big in her hand, the texture, the soft skin layer over a very solid feeling core. She felt something like how she felt about touching Jon’s breasts, obviously, the thing itself was very different, but it brought her a similar enjoyment. It felt weird that she was relating this to liking boobs, she had always been into this, boobs were new, but she had touched boobs before now, she had never held a penis before. She had raised herself up just enough that once she moved forward the tip of Jon’s penis was just touching her, spreading her labia just a little, she lined the tip up and started to lower herself down onto it, slowly. As it started pushing against her, spreading her labia more, then pushing against her vaginal opening, then entering, stretching her a little at first, then more. As the entire head pushed in and she felt the ridge around it she let out a deep moan of pleasure. It felt much bigger inside her than it looked. She continued to slowly lower herself, feeling it push further and further into her, the thickness at her entrance slowly increasing, making her feel fuller and fuller. This was what she needed, by the time she had it all in the sensation of emptiness was gone, replaced with a very satisfying fullness. She squeezed and got a groan of pleasure from Jon in response.

Jon felt the warmth, the wetness, the pleasure as his penis was slowly engulfed. It felt wonderful, he was watching Karyn’s face, enjoying the look on it the entire time. She had her arms up in the air giving him a good view of her entire body, her breasts, the slight tummy she had the curves of her figure, but the look on her face took the cake.

“Oh wow Jon-boyfriend,” She twisted her hips a little, getting a little gasp out of Jon, “mmmm this feels incredible. I just want to… stay like this for a bit… but…” She brought her arms down and her hands came to rest on Jon’s chest, feeling his nipples poking into her palms, she went back to gently playing with his boobs, rubbing around his nipple with a thumb on one side, gently squeezing on the other. She felt him start to squirm under her, his hips moving slightly, moving his penis in and out, just a little, but it was enough to feel nice to her. Looking at him he was obviously too involved in what she was doing to him to return the favour and play with her chest. She kept this up for a little while, enjoying watching him squirm in pleasure while feeling him filling her up.

“Huurg, stop for a bit Kare”

She took her hands off him and was about to lift herself off when he continued.

“Thanks, I… was getting close… I… want to hold on for a bit, just let me uhm… calm down a bit.” He closed his eyes

She was still enjoying the full sensation, while also doing her best not to move and stimulate him. She was also enjoying just looking at him, his arms and shoulders, a little tense as he was gripping the mattress, giving his arms a little extra definition, but mostly she was watching his boobs, rising and falling as he breathed, quickly from his arousal. After a minute or two she said “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout”

“Math”

“Oooh, the sexiest school subject!”

Jon giggled slightly. “Aww dangit now all I can think about is curves”

“They’d better be my curves. Jon-boyfriend.”

He opened his eyes, “Those are the best curves, can’t deny that.”

She blushed a bit at the compliment. Then felt silly, blushing at a compliment from a guy while he was balls deep inside her.

Jon felt like he had things under control again; he reached down and put his thumb against her body where his penis disappeared into it, sliding it up against her, looking for the right part.

“What are yoooooooooOOOU”

Karyn’s voice went up in pitch and turned into a surprised moan as Jon found what he was looking for. He felt her clamp down on him as he gently rubbed her clit, she continued to moan.

“I think I’m ready for more fun now,” he said.

“Huuh, I… I… should hooope soOOoo, doooOOooing thaaaAAat toooOoo meeEeEe.”

She started slowly riding him as he continued to rub, He felt her going up and down, his penis going in and out. Heard her moaning as he gently rubbed. Saw her boobs bouncing as her body bounced. She started playing with her own boobs as she rode. He felt a familiar pressure building, a need, it grew, he felt himself moan softly as he got closer and closer. Still, he managed to keep rubbing her clit. Then he felt her rhythm speed up, and she spoke.

“I geEeting clooOoose. Doon’t StoooOOop”

He redoubled his effort to focus on what he was doing to her, to maintain his pace. To hold himself back, just a little longer.

“mmmmM, I’m gonnaaaaAA”

He felt her body drop onto him, her vagina clamp down and begin pulsing rhythmically, and her arms came down and she caught herself on them, now leaning forward supported by them, panting as she came.

“Oh wow, Jon-boyfriend, that was… Incredible. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” She said with halting breaths.

“Mmmm, very sure.” Jon was close himself, he found himself squirming under her again, desperate to get closer, he needed it, to get more stimulation to cum.

“Now it’s your turn.” She started riding him again, but this time she also started playing with his boobs again. He felt himself start to groan with pleasure, rapidly rebuilding the momentum lost when she stopped for her second orgasm. Building, building, pleasure spreading from his chest, little sparks of it running down his body into his groin, his penis down there in the warmth and wetness, being squeezed as hard as Karyn could manage, after all that she had already done. Closer and closer, until…

“I’m gonna cuuum.” He groaned, and grunted, he felt the push, the burst of pressure move up from inside him and along his penis, and out. Four times he pulsed and pumped, and then he felt his body relax.

Karyn relaxed too, just letting her weight settle onto him. She continued to gently play with his boobs. He was somewhat surprised to find that unlike his penis they didn’t get overly sensitive after he came, it still felt nice to have her touch and squeeze.

“Well Jon-boyfriend, did you have fun?”

“Oh, a little, that was just one of the best things to ever happen to me. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I…” She was feeling his erection softening and shrinking inside her. “I… I’m pretty sure I made enough noise to make it clear how much I was enjoying myself. I don’t really want it to stop… God I love the way you feel inside me… and I love you…” The words had just come out of her before she really knew what she was saying, but as she said them she was sure she meant them, from the bottom of her heart.

“I… wait what was that last part?”

She stopped playing with his boobs and looked him directly in the eye, “I love you”

A whole cascade of feelings hit Jon, a warm mushy one, a lot of little complicated ones, and one between his legs, he felt his penis stiffen right back up. Before he could get a word out Karyn spoke again.

“Oh! Well, it seems like that made you happy!” She grinned at him.

“Err… Yeah… I love you too…”

“Say it again”

“I love you Karyn.” It wasn’t something he had ever expected to say a week ago, but saying it, he knew it had been true for a long time.

She leaned forward and supported herself on her elbows so she could kiss him. She felt a little bit of his penis slide out as she had to move up to get close enough. The kiss lasted for several minutes. After they broke the kiss she pulled back, to get the full length of Jon’s dick back into her.

“Want to go again Jon-boyfriend? Sure feels like you’re ready for it.”

“I… Karyn if I could I wouldn’t stop for as long as you still want to keep going.”

“Well if all I need to say to get you going is ‘I love you’...”

He felt another thrill of arousal, “As nice as that is to hear, I don’t think it’ll work forever.”

“Oh I don’t think I can keep going for more than one more, I’m pooped. Which is why we’re rolling over.” She leaned back down against his body, feeling their breasts press against each other again. “OK Jon-boyfriend, ready?”

They rolled together, so now Jon was supporting himself on his elbows and she was underneath him. She grinned up at him.

“God Jon-boyfriend, I’ve been thinking about seeing that view… a few times over the last week.”

“Wha? What view?”

She brought a hand up and pointed down at Jon’s chest, his boobs dangling from him. “That one, I… um… yeah… I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” She turned bright red. It felt silly to be this embarrassed to admit to masturbating to someone she had just had sex with and was in fact continuing to have sex with, but she couldn’t help it.

Jon also blushed. “I… is the reality living up?”

“OH! Is it ever! Just one thing… you’re not… um… making them… um… swing…” She felt sillier still having trouble talking about this.

“Hmm? Oh! I see.”

He started thrusting, slowly at first, building up speed. Karyn moaned softly in time with each thrust, watching his breasts swing, and her own jiggle.

Eventually, Jon felt himself getting close again and he let her know… then grunted as he came.

“Whew.” Jon rolled off her and just relaxed for a moment.

“Yeah… That… was quite something…”

“Mmm yeah,” she glanced down at his rapidly deflating erection and said, “I love you, Jon, really do.”

“I love you too.”

She glanced down again, “Aww, didn’t work.”

They both started laughing.

Jon and Karyn were laying on her bed, the end of their laughter having just faded away, for a while they both just relaxed.

Eventually, Karyn sat up and spun on her butt to face him, sitting cross-legged. She looked him up and down, her eyes catching on the large breasts on his chest with each pass, but those weren’t all she saw. She liked all of him. The light muscle definition he got nearly for nothing just by being an 18-year-old boy in decent shape, his face, his eyes, the messy, slightly long, just partway down his neck, sandy brown hair, and even his now entirely flaccid penis. It had shrunk far more than she was expecting, or thought possible, down to only the length of her pinky finger. Contrasted with how it had been when she first saw it when it had been inside her, she was amazed. She was hoping next time she might see it grow from its current state to the other. Not that she didn’t enjoy looking at it as it was, especially knowing the potential it held. She let her gaze run back up his body again, still finding her eyes wanting to stay on his chest, she ended back at his face, though now he was looking at her.

Jon had looked her body up and down, much the way she had his, while her gaze was on his crotch. For the first time, he really saw her as his girlfriend, no more guilt about looking with lust at his closest friend, no feeling weird about it, no more reminding himself he was allowed to notice how attractive he found her, just admiring her, enjoying looking at her, feeling lucky she was with him in that moment. He took in her legs, thighs thick, her wide hips, the extra softness in that area from a small amount of extra weight she carried, the slight tummy bulge, the way her form dove in above her hips, smoothly, the significant narrowing at her waist, far more than he ever imagined it could be until he saw it for himself, normally hidden by her green sweater, the way her figure expanded back out up to her shoulders, her breasts, the entirety of her figure as a whole, full and soft in all the right ways. He landed back at her face, cute, round and soft, beautiful to him, her green eyes shining out of it, framed by wavy red locks, the blonde streak had separated itself from the rest of her hair and had fallen into her face, slightly covering her left eye. He took all of her in, loved all of it, all of her. For the first time since she had made the wish compelling him to answer her five questions honestly and they started dating he felt fully comfortable with her again. It felt good, just existing with her nearby, being naked just added to it, made him feel closer to her, which in turn made him feel more relaxed.

“Hey Jon-boyfriend, what are you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Oh? What about me?”

“How lucky I am to have you… that we realised how we feel. How nice it is to… just be here with you like this.”

“Enjoying the view are we?” She stretched, arms up, chest out as she spoke.

“Well… yeah… but that’s not what I was talking about. I meant, just being together, close.”

“Mmm, yeah, come here” They snuggled up to each other, ending up spooning with Karyn in the big spoon position, one arm over the top of Jon’s body, her hand gently cupping one of his breasts. “Even nicer this way.”

Jon felt… a lot of things, comfortable, warm. He could feel her breasts pushing against his back, the gentle caress of her hand on his own breast. All of this felt right, he wanted to stay here all night.

“So… uhm how do you feel about your boobs at this point Jon-boyfriend?”

“I… well… I don’t really mind how they feel most of the time, it’s… a bit uncomfortable being one of so few guys with them at school… and in the world in general. I dunno. Like I really did like having them for… well most of today. It felt good to… um see your reactions and even you having trouble not looking at them. Once we got here… well I… very much enjoyed having them. I’m starting to actually get used to them… and that’s making them less distracting all the time… I… when you look at me it feels good to have them… I… just don’t know.”

“Well for what it’s worth I think they look amazing on you… not just in an ‘I think big boobs are hot’ way… I… well in a weird way I think they suit you… I dunno, it's weird. I… I’ve tried imagining how I’ll feel when we go back to normal… I think I’m going to miss them.”

“Mmm, I think I might miss them a bit too. I won’t miss being made fun of at school for them though.”

“Oh, will you?”

“Well, I’ll miss how it feels when you’re playing with them for sure. It’s amazing, and like I said it is fun seeing you react to them… I… as a guy I don’t feel like I really get what makes a girl think a guy looks good. Like if I didn’t have the melons, what about me would distract you?”

“Depends, right now, I can’t see it right now, but little Jon down there is pretty fun to look at. Hmmm. I mean I guess there isn’t any one thing that really sticks out for me… I’ll still be into you when we go back… don’t worry about that. You looked good to me before you had boobs. You’ll still look good when you don’t have them again. Hmm, weirdly I think the closest I ever came to realising I had a crush on you before was watching you play video games…”

“Playing games?”

“Err…” she felt her face flush a bit. “Something about um skilled hands. I guess… and you really proved that skill today! Seriously you’re way better at that than you have any right to be for your first time.”

“I… uhm… read things.”

“What things?”

“I… just y’know tips… I wanted to know what I was doing my first time as much as I could…”

“Oh boy did that ever work. Though… uh that wasn’t actually where I was going at first with the ‘skilled hands’ thing… I just couldn’t resist talking about that. I mean it’s just attractive watching you um do something you’re good at, seeing the muscles move in your arms. You have a nice butt too.”

“Oh… thanks. I… grew it myself.”

She giggled, “God I wish you could just stay the night. I really want to just stay like this and… wake up next to you.”

“Yeah… me too.”

They were silent for a little while just enjoying being close to each other.

“You know, Easter is next weekend. Maybe we could go camping together. We’re 18. I think my Mom would let me… even if we told her we’re dating.”

“Jon-boyfriend, where are we going to get camping stuff? Where would we go?”

“Well I think we have a tent… it hasn’t been used for a long time, I once stayed in it in the backyard as a little kid. It’ll be… cosy for us…”

“Oh, you say that like it’ll be a bad thing.”

“It’s supposed to be a two person tent… but I wouldn’t… want to share it with anyone but you… too close.”

“Oooo, sounds fun, we are zipping two sleeping bags together and sharing, I will hear no arguments against that. What about everything else?”

“I would never dream of arguing against that plan. We can work it out. I’m sure a lot of the stuff we’d need is with the tent.”

An alarm on Jon’s phone went off, letting him know that he should really think about heading home.

“Oh, dammit. I have to get a move on.”

Karyn glanced at a clock. “Well it’s… not too late, we have time to have a quick little shower together to clean up don’t we?”

Jon thought for a moment. “I… guess so, but actually quick, I want to stay in my Mom’s good graces so that the camping trip can actually happen. We’ll talk more about that tomorrow maybe?”

“Yeah…”

Jon arrived home just a little later than he’d said would be the latest he’d be. Their shower had been quick, but their goodbyes were not. He didn’t really want to go and Karyn wished he could stay.

His mother was waiting for him in the kitchen.

“So… You’re a little late.”

“I… yeah, I’m sorry. I… Karyn and I are… dating, this was our first date, we took a little too long saying goodbye…”

“Ah… Well finally.”

“I… was everyone aware that Karyn and I like each other except us? Zoe said the same thing…”

His Mom smiled at him, “I wouldn’t be surprised if that were true. You should get yourself to bed, I’m sure you’re tired after a long day. Especially since it was a date.”

“I… yeah… um… there was one thing… I was wondering if that old two person tent was still any good?”

“Should be… what were you planning?”

“Err.. nothing specific yet… Just, it’s Easter next weekend… if the weather is good I’d… like to go with Karyn somewhere and camp for the long weekend”

“Somewhere? Ah, I see. Well the tent should be OK, we can get it out tomorrow and have a look at it to check. I can think of a few places you could go. We can work it all out tomorrow.”

The next morning Jon woke up, and felt… sad, for a moment he couldn’t figure out why. Then it came back to him. He woke up alone. He wished he were sharing Karyn’s bed. He found he felt lonely without her… it wasn’t a feeling he expected… at least not so soon.

He got up and did his normal morning routine, at least the Sunday version of it. Once he was awake he texted Karyn to let her know that he was going to check over the tent with his Mom and as far as he was concerned the plan to go camping was on.

The tent proved somewhat difficult to extract from its storage location, it was behind over a decade of things stored for later. Eventually, they were able to get it out. They pulled it out of the bag that held it. It was a waxed canvas thing that smelled of crayons, checking it over it was in good condition, Jon’s memory was right, it would be quite tight with the two of them in it. The poles were all still straight. It was a very old tent, older than Jon by a fair margin. It too came from his Grandpa. They quickly partially set it up in the yard to make sure Jon knew how to do it.

His mother helped him plan, decide what to pack, and so on.

Karyn too felt lonely when she woke. All the more so since she had been dreaming about Jon, part of it lewd, part of it just being together. She had overslept a bit and found Jon’s text on her phone. Her parents would be home shortly so she resolved to wait for them and clear the plan with them.

Like Jon’s mother, Karyn’s parents’ reaction to the news that she had started dating Jon was not surprise, but more along the lines of ‘what took you two so long’. She could tell her father wasn’t thrilled with the idea of her spending two nights alone with a boy, but it was Jon. Her father approved of Jon.

And so the camping trip was on. She decided to drop by Jon’s house to help with checking the tent, or at this time probably putting it away. She also just wanted to be with Jon.

As it happened, Karyn was right, she arrived only in time to help put things back, pack up the tent and pack up the non-food things that Jon’s Mom thought they would need. As they were doing that, Jon’s Mom disappeared for about twenty minutes, they didn’t think much of it until she returned with some freshly purchased things… including condoms. Jon and Karyn both turned bright red… but they took them. They wouldn’t need them, the wish they had made on Friday made protection redundant for them, but they couldn’t tell Jon’s mother that.

Mikey showed up full of questions, he was visibly excited when it came out that Jon and Karyn were dating… and he too reacted with “What took so long?”; Karyn got a hug from him as he asked.

Eventually, all was as ready as it could be without food, which would wait, no point in packing that and having it spoil. All sitting in the garage ready to be loaded into a car Friday evening.

Jon’s Mom brought them inside to discuss where they might go. The reason they had the tent is that Jon’s parents when they were first married had been avid campers. So she knew all the campsites in the area, far enough away to not be home, but close enough to drive there in less than an hour.

Eventually, they picked one.

Karyn and Jon spend the rest of the afternoon together in Jon’s room, partially working on homework that they had neglected between going swimming and their date. Occasionally kissing, with a little bit of fondling, as much as they wanted to do more it wasn’t really an option with everyone home, and neither really wanted to use the stone.

After dinner, Karyn went home.

Laying in his bed trying to sleep, Jon again found himself wishing he weren’t alone, wanting Karyn to be with him. He didn’t want sex… though it would be nice, no he just wanted her presence, when she was there the world was a better place. One time together and he wished he could share his bed with her always.

Karyn woke. Again she felt a loneliness waking alone, wishing she had Jon with her. It passed as she went through her morning routine, though she wondered, would she feel this way every morning?

Her day went much as Friday had, minus Zoe confrontations at lunchtime, right up to her second-to-last class, which today was gym. This would be difficult, despite her not being into girls: the part of her that liked boobs tended not to care what kind of body they were attached to if they were big and nice enough. Her gym class had Sarah in it… and she wasn’t the only one with a nice bust in the class.

Karyn arrived a few minutes after most of the class, so she had to walk through the room of girls who mostly had their tops off mid-clothing change. She felt she did a very decent job of not looking. She got to an empty spot and sat down to start changing.

“Ah, there you are.” It was Sarah. “Glad to see you're dressed properly now that you’re back in school”

“What are you talking about?” Karyn was putting a lot of effort into looking Sarah in the eyes. She couldn’t deny that Sarah had very nice breasts, which at the moment were bare. It didn’t help that Sarah was standing arms akimbo, with her chest puffed up, making her bust even more prominent.

“I heard about your skimpy outfit after school on Friday.”

“Ah. I see.” Karyn's eyes kept wandering down to Sarah’s chest, she pulled them back up quickly but she was getting very worried Sarah would notice. "I don't dress like this because you want me to, I do it because I don't enjoy having every guy in the school staring at me, having all the attention on me. I dress this way because I want to. I wanted to go swimming,” Karyn’s tone changed, to one of complete venom and animosity, “I'm not going to stop doing things for your sake."

“There are things… that happen when I don’t get what I want. Someone’s new boyfriend might join me for a date, or even a night of fun.” Sarah’s tone was a venomous sweetness.

“Oh? Will he? That threat only works if I believe you are both capable and willing to follow through, I think you’re neither.” Karyn was observant, she was quite sure that Sarah actually liked Biff, and wouldn’t dream of cheating on him, not to mention how hilariously unlikely Jon falling for Sarah’s wiles was.

“Mmm, perhaps, but I have other resources.” Sarah caught Karyn’s eyes coming up from her chest again, and the possible meaning of it clicked into place in her head. “Oh?” Sarah looked down at her own chest. “Like the view do you? Perhaps it will reach your new boyfriend’s ears that you’re only dating him for his chest?”

Karyn didn’t answer, feeling it best to let Sarah think this threat might be effective so that she might be able to get changed in peace. Letting Sarah think she had won was no skin off Karyn’s nose, she had no plans to change how she dressed at school, it was simply a return to the status quo.

Once Sarah walked away she texted Jon a warning that Sarah might pull something, so he should look out for Biff.

At the end of the school day, Karyn found Jon waiting for her at the usual place, and she gave him what had become her customary kiss and hug over the last week.

“Hey Jon-boyfriend, did Sarah’s schemes reach you?”

“Not that I noticed.”

“Ah, I let her think that someone telling you I was only dating you for your boobs was a scary thing.”

“I… what?”

Karyn’s face flushed a little. “She uh, kinda caught me looking at her boobs. Uh, in my defence, she does have very nice boobs. Not as nice as yours, but… nice.”

“I… huh. I feel compelled to add that yours are also nicer than hers if we want to list all the boobs we’ve seen that are nicer than Sarah’s—bigger too, as you told me.”

“All absolutely true.” She kissed him again. “Let’s get walking.” She released him from the embrace she had been holding him in, and they switched to holding hands as they walked.

They spend the evening chatting about what they might do over the weekend, their now-routine sitting back-to-back on Jon’s bed to do homework and occasionally kissing.

The evening passed, and eventually, it was time for goodbye, standing in front of Jon’s house kissing, both wishing they didn’t need to be apart.

The next morning Jon was in the bathroom, taking off his sleepwear. He removed his soft sports bra, pulling it up, letting his boobs drop. It occurred to him that that was the most he’d noticed their motion since… when? He wasn’t sure. He turned to one side, felt his boobs lag just slightly behind his torso as he did, then they continued along when he stopped and swung back, then swayed for a few seconds. He was paying attention, he felt it, but it didn’t feel strange. When had that happened?

It was his last day with them. He stepped into the shower, felt the water running down his chest, the spray on his boobs, feeling a little thrill of pleasure when it hit just right. Last time. He started playing with them, he had woken up a bit early, he had some time, this feeling he would miss, he indulged himself in it. He even regretted not doing it a bit more over the time he’d had.

Karyn found herself standing in the shower thinking. The last day. Jon would lose his boobs about an hour after school ended. She would lose her attraction to them. She found she hated that fact. Having spent only a week liking them, she felt it was unfair that she had to carry a set of them around, but she couldn’t properly enjoy looking at them. She really liked liking boobs. Jon had always been cute, but with boobs he was hot. She loved the way he reacted to having his boobs played with. Even that first day he’d had them she’d made him cum just from playing with his boobs. It was awesome. She wouldn’t get another chance to do that to him.

She wanted another chance.

Karyn greeted Jon with an energetic hug and a kiss at the wall after school. Even now that he was mostly used to having boobs, the feeling of having his squished against hers was a sensation he treasured, its pleasure only enhanced now that having boobs was more comfortable to him.

“Hey Jon-boyfriend, let's go… um… find a secluded spot in the woods and make out until the wish ends.”

“Uh?”

“C’mon, it’s a nice enough day, it’ll be fun, one last hurrah for your boobs. Gotta send them off well.”

Jon noticed that she wasn’t quite as energetic as usual, she seemed a bit down. He wasn’t sure if he should ask her about it since she was obviously putting effort into not showing it.

“I… alright I guess.”

Karyn let go of him, breaking the hug, and took off at a near run.

“Hey wait Karyn, slow down. Not wearing a sports bra over here.”

She turned and walked backwards while smiling at him, “Me neither, wussy! Get a move on!”

The woods weren’t far, in fact, they frequently cut through part of them on their way to Jon’s house.

Karyn clearly had a particular place in mind, and she quickly reached it. It was in a low area of the woods; a seasonal stream was running through it nearby. It wasn’t visible from any of the trails through the woods. She put her school bag down, opened it and pulled out a blanket. She started unfolding it.

“Oh, planned this ahead, did we?”

“Well yeah, last day Jon. Last day of your boobs.”

“I still have the stone, we can always bring them back for a bit if you like them that much… even for the camping trip… If you’d like that.”

Karyn had finished laying the blanket out as Jon finished speaking, “WOULD I EVER! Of course, I would. I’d love you forever… even more than I already do.”

They laughed.

“We’re still doing this now though, right?”

“Well yeah… We’re here.”

Karyn enthusiastically hugged Jon, and pulled him into a kiss. “Mmm, C’mon let's get to the blanket. Don’t want to waste boob-touching time!”

“You’re a bit obsessed with them, aren’t you...”

“I… not… too much.” She pulled him along, without breaking the embrace, over to the blanket.

They sat down, and were both quickly all over each other, kissing, touching, Karyn almost immediately had her hands up Jon’s shirt, one around the back of it, undoing the clasp of his bra.

It didn’t take long before her’s too was undone. They felt each other up, both not intending to go any further, out here where they might be seen, despite the seclusion of the little gully they were in. Clothes were staying on. That didn’t stop them from enjoying themselves though. Karyn was quickly learning what things had more effect on Jon than on her—just the right way to rub or squeeze to maximize the soft moans she got from him. He was doing the same to her.

Karyn had her own secret goal: she wanted to make Jon cum again just from having his boobs played with. The thought had been bouncing around her head all day. She found the idea hotter and hotter every time she thought about it. She was working hard to maximize Jon’s pleasure. Not quite paying attention to her own body.

For both of them, it snuck up on them, Karyn because she was so focused on what she was doing, and Jon because he was still not fully used to how having his breasts touched affected him. Karyn went over the edge first, finding herself suddenly in the throes of an orgasm she didn’t know was coming at all, let alone close. She squeezed Jon’s breasts as she started to cum; Jon too was very close, and the realisation that Karyn was cumming sent him over the edge with her.

They held each other as they both came down.

“Whoah, Jon-boyfriend… I didn’t know I could do that.”

“Mmm, it’s… a bit of a fun surprise, isn’t it… though uh… for me it’s a bit messy…”

“Err, sorry about that.”

“It’s OK… I had fun…”

“It’s… not mess-free for me either… I’m soaking wet.”

“I… hadn’t thought about that…”

Karyn was about to say something when the world shifted, just slightly, Jon’s chest was back to flat, there was a tent in his pants again, and the mess in them was gone.

“Oh… there they go…” Karyn said sadly.

“I… do you want to…”

“Not… not today. I… know you’re not a fan of having them at school. I can wait for the weekend.” She said that, but more than anything she wanted Jon’s boobs to be back, she wanted to like them again. “We… should probably head out…”

“Do you want to go to my place or yours… you uh… need to change?”

“I’m fine for now…”

Karyn quickly put her bra back on and straightened her shirt, and packed the blanket back up. They walked hand in hand to Jon’s house. They sat on the bed in their now-accustomed back-to-back position. The purpose was gone; they no longer needed to keep Jon’s chest out of Karyn’s view to help her focus on her homework, but it felt nice. They chatted.

Karyn spent the evening trying to keep Jon from seeing how down she felt at the reversion to the world as it had been the week before. She wasn’t entirely successful.

Laying in bed trying to sleep, Karyn found herself imagining Jon as he had been for the past week, busty. She found that even though she was no longer attracted to boobs, she still thought the look suited him somehow… she missed feeling that attraction. It had felt so foreign at first, but now, not feeling it felt wrong. It seemed natural to her now that she should like men to have breasts. Unfair that she didn’t. She put the thoughts out of her mind and tried thinking of the camping trip they would take over the weekend. Her thoughts returned to the stone. It could make her longings real. It could, but Jon would hate feeling like a freak, being one of a small minority of guys with boobs, and even if she wished them back, the world would expect him to get them reduced to nothing once he was older. That was what was done.

She tossed and turned.

Was there a wish that would get her what she wants without upsetting Jon?

The first day back to school without boobs had been strange for Jon, he felt weird, his chest felt light, things not moving around felt strange. It was a perfectly normal day of classes, but Jon found himself almost as aware of not having boobs as he had been of having them exactly a week ago. He was relieved to not be looked at like a freak by people he passed in the hall, Gym class was far easier without boobs, he didn’t miss the jeers and taunts in the locker room. He didn’t miss the way people looked at him. Still, it felt strange now to not have boobs. To not have a little bounce with every step he took, to not feel a little sway when he stopped turning, he had turned quickly to face a sound and found he braced for a force from his boobs that didn’t come, he had no idea when he had even started doing that.

Karyn for her part spent the day missing her interest in boobs. She wanted to escape boring parts of class by daydreaming about what the guys would look like with boobs, but that wasn’t as much fun now that she didn’t like boobs that way. She still did it… the idea of a world where every guy has boobs was still something she was interested in… in fact, it was becoming a bit of an obsession. The previous week had awoken something in her, something she would have been shocked to find herself having any interest in at all before it. She really did think Jon looked good with boobs, independent of her liking them, she imagined Jon still had them. She found herself fantasizing about still being into boobs. It felt weird, to fantasize about being attracted to something that she wasn’t, but she wanted it. She couldn’t get the idea out of her head. She’d had a taste and it wasn’t enough. She considered it unfair that women had to lug boobs around and most of them didn’t even get to enjoy looking at boobs in the way she had for a week. It would be so much more equitable if everyone had boobs and everyone liked boobs. These were the thoughts that filled her idle moments throughout the school day.

At the end of the day Karyn did her now routine lunge hug and kiss to Jon who was waiting at the wall. She missed the feeling of Jon’s bust squishing against her own. It wasn’t as nice, she held herself as close as she could, as she appreciated how much he would enjoy the feeling of her bust pressed against him. After they broke the embrace they started walking to Jon’s house. Chatting about their day along the way. Upon arriving they went up to Jon’s room and started doing homework, still sitting back to back, though the need to avoid distracting Karyn with Jon’s bust had gone, they enjoyed the little bit of physical contact.

After about an hour Jon left the room to use the bathroom, and Karyn was left alone with her thoughts, the box the stone was kept in was right there... She opened it and held the stone. She desperately wanted to bring Jon's breasts back permanently, and her attraction to them, but she couldn't justify wishing for it. She could tell he was deeply uncomfortable being in a minority of men that had breasts, though simply having them hadn't seemed to bother him much until he considered what someone other than Karyn might think about them.

She couldn't wish for all men to have boobs, to begin with, the stone's limited range would simply mean that Jon's status as an anomaly would extend to the men in range, but no further. She was also terrified by the idea of how much such a change could change the world from the one she knew, and she didn't want to be stuck in an unfamiliar world. Even if the range was long enough she couldn't even wish for it to 'happen' that all men would grow breasts and women develop an attraction for them, it would cause riots and suicides. She thought it deeply unfair that about half the world couldn't get the enjoyment she had had from seeing breasts, and that most of that half were the ones that had the boobs.

So she sat holding the stone and wanting.

Then she heard the toilet flush and she quickly put it away.

The stone did not have a mind as a human would understand it, but the magical construct that powered it did have a purpose. It was made to fulfill desires, and strong desires such as what Karyn felt were what it was meant for. So Karyn's holding it and ruminating had spurred it into action, to fulfill its purpose and so, her desire, it read all the reasons she had for rejecting potential wishes and included them in its calculations. Calculations that once started would find a satisfying arrangement, and then enact it.

After she put it back in its box, after she had gone home for the night, when she and Jon were both asleep it flashed.

In order to satisfy Karyn’s desire in a way acceptable to her the stone calculated that it would need to change the entire world, to bypass one of the limitations placed upon it. There were loopholes in the rules that governed it, but normally when granting direct wishes it would prune potential actions that would affect things outside its range before evaluating how it could bring them about. When it self-activated that order was reversed, it would find an optimal action and then evaluate if it could be accomplished.

This order meant it could find its own loopholes, seemingly breaking its rules. It did not, in fact, break any rules. It wasn’t capable of understanding that it was breaking the spirit of the rule while obeying its letter. It did mean the stone could take actions nearly impossible to describe in a wish.

It built a new magical construct, similar to itself, but not bound to any object, this construct had a much narrower purpose, replicate and when it was ready all the replications would act together to change things. This construct had the same range limitation as the stone, but acting together enough copies of it could change the entire world by placing themselves in the right locations.

So the replications began. Spreading out, moving so that they were half a range from each other, hovering over the surface of the world. Waiting for the moment when their purpose would be fulfilled and they would vanish.

To stop the world from panicking, crowds from rioting, and individuals from hurting themselves, before the change was made each and every person had yet another magical construct attached to them. This construct would give gentle nudges, and little manipulations to keep the worst things from happening. They would also give each person prior warning of what was to come. This gentle form of mind control would only last for a month or two, long enough for people to accept the new reality before these constructs too would have fulfilled their purpose and would also fade away. The time that they lasted would be tailored to the person, the construct itself would monitor them and decide when it was safe to leave them be.

It took the rest of the night for the constructs to blanket the world. When the warning was given Karyn and Jon were both in their first class of the day. The change itself would come soon after.

• Ending 1: All men get boobs
• Ending 2: Men and women become a little more alike.