Frustrated by his first experiment, but just as impressed that the pen seemed to live up to it's promise. He was intrigued to test it properly. Looking around the room, he was suddenly afraid that someone would sweep down and steal it away. Determined to keep this secret for as long as possible, it was only when his gaze wandered across the mirror that he found the ideal subject for his experiments.
Unsure where it came from, he knew the perfect test. One that he couldn't deny had happened. His fingers trembled as he picked up the pen. Looking at his reflection one last time to fix it in his mind, he wrote...
I'm a busty chick.
Dizziness gripped and shook him, as the room seemed to flex and shift. Even the air itself felt wrong, but the changes snapped solid in another instant. James immediately felt the weight of his bust... her bust.
She swallowed the scream of horror as she took in the changes. Afraid of revealing the pen, while she was so busty, she was pissed. The vulnerability she felt was hard to comprehend, but she felt terrified of being trapped like this.
As the sensations started to fit together, and the mixed babble from her senses fell into order. James found her new nips were humiliatingly sensitive... and distracting. The urge, the compulsion to tease and tweak them seemed to mount with every passing moment.
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