Fuck turning back. If this really was magic, that would be boring as hell. But what to choose?
Pondering it for a second, you came to the conclusion that trying on a pair of your 10-year-old sister's clothing would be a bit... weird, whereas the thought of sporting your mother's impressive rack was... confusingly enticing.
"Alright, calm down, calm down," you breathe to yourself. Drying the clamminess which has appeared in your palms on your jeans, you pick up the black bra from the top of the pile.
There's nothing really interesting about the bra itself. The material is decently soft, and the cups and straps are rather plain-jain. No what's exciting you most (mentally and... physically) is the sheer size of it. Each cup looks like it could fit a small cantelope inside. You place the undergarment down in order to remove your t-shirt, setting the shirt to your side. Now bare-chested, you absently note how chilly it is down here before picking the bra back up.
Now, you've had a few girlfriends in the past, so you were familiar with how to take a bra OFF. Placing the bra to your chest and trying to latched it from behind your back proved too difficult for a noob such as yourself, so after a minute or so of annoyance, you turned the bra around, latched it, and switched it back around to the correct position. Putting your arms through the shoulder straps, you could feel your excitement start to grow.
After a tense few seconds where your hopes started to wane, it started. The first thing you notice is how your nipples feel almost... harder. Looking down into the cups, it becomes obvious why. Your nips have doubled in size along with the surround areolas. Before your eyes, they begin to turn a perky pink color. For the moment, you are a guy with the largest, most feminine nipples ever seen on a man; but that changes quickly. You begin to feel a wave, undulating slowly from deep within your chest. With each breath you take, your chest seems to inflate, first maybe a centimeter, then two, then four, exponentially increasing. Your flesh within the cups burgeons faster and faster, growing to a large DD cup in less than a few seconds. This sudden change in weight, coupled with your weaker feet, causes you to fall chest first into the pile of laundry. Though you can no longer see it, you feel your chest expanding still within the clothing. It's almost as though you're now hyper-aware of the area or as if it has become incredibly sensitive because you can feel every touch and tickle of the lingerie on your growing breasts. Each wave of growth causes you to become even more painfully erect as the sensations threaten to overwhelm your brain.
However, right as you feel you're about to cum from the pleasure, it seems to cease. You open your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them. You can feel them. You can feel their immense weight pulling on your back. Jesus, no wonder mom complains sometimes.
Gingerly, you slowly try and stand up. This task proves much harder than you expected, what with your tiny feet and new center of gravity, but after a plethora of wobbling (and noticeably jiggling), you manage to stand up. The reward for looking down is mouth watering. You now sport a veritable canyon of cleavage, and you can't help but grin maniacally. Deciding you need a better look, it takes everything within you not to race upstairs too quickly. You can't help but giggle at how even the slightest of steps sends a ripple through the new pale flesh on your chest.
Getting to your room, you hurriedly close the door to gain access to the mirror behind it. Honestly, you can't help but feel a bit underwhelmed. You're still you, but now it looks like a cartoonish pair of boobs have been photoshopped onto your chest. Slipping the bra off doesn't really help the picture either. Though your new breasts are gorgeous (and remarkably perky, you note), you can't help but feel like if you looked like anyone but you, they'd be a bit better.
Cupping your left tit briefly, you decide to go back to normal for now. These things were fun, but on your frame, they were inherently impractical. Best to be you and figure out what next to do first before doing any more testing.
Sauntering over to your bed, your new mammoth jugs bouncing even more now that they were unrestrained, you slip the bra underneath where you knew your mother wouldn't miss it. Grabbing one of your t-shirts from the pile, you stand in front of the mirror and pull it around your neck. As you begin to pull it farther down...
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