Jenelle

There was a blinding flash and Jon felt strange for a minute. Like his body was made of putty, and being moulded into some shape. When the feeling went away, the bikini top he was wearing did not just hang loose on his chest, but it was now very tight upon his new DD-breasts. Or her, as we should say because his bikini bottoms now fit without pain, which he took as there being nothing there anymore. "Oh no, now I'm stuck! You can't reverse wishes and, oh crap! What am I going to do about these..." Jon said, squeezing his breasts. Jon's mother overheard her last sentence from behind a clothing rack. "What are you talking about, Jenelle, your breasts are the most perfect I've ever seen, in fact that's most of the reason that I hired you in the first place! That, and your amazing ability to look sexy in anything." So... This wasn't 'her' mother anymore? She needed to figure out something to fix this mess, or to at least get into some clothes that didn't basically make her naked, because the bikini was mostly transparent from stretching to fit her, she had put on a small size because they hadn't received her size yet.