Let's not bother the nice doctor

I wasn't really looking forward to returning Jody to his normal chest size, but as he complained about how much his nipples chafed under his polo shirt, I got a better idea. That night, he grew to an A cup, but mine didn't grow at all. He didn't seem really happy about it, but he only grumbled a little about the extra "swelling." He wore a polo shirt that day as well, and I made him a B-cup the next night. That morning, he seemed a bit worried. "I've never heard of anyone swelling this much. Should we go to the doctor?" I tried to be dismissive, but he wasn't giving up very easily. Finally, I decided on a way I could still have fun with this. "Why don't you try wearing something less abrasive. I can loan you something softer. The we'll see if the swelling goes down" I loaned him a black satin camisole, which he looked so hot in. I made love to him three times that day, and really wasn't looking forward to reducing his boobs a cup size that night. I was wondering how I could get him to like them.