Kieth looked down at himself. He was clothed again, and somewhat more tastefully. He now sported a more preppy look with tan chinos, brown dockers with mathcing belt, and a pale blue button up shirt, tucked in with the sleeves rolled neatly. Even his hair was neatly styled.
"What the fuck? I look like a douch"
"Actually, Its an improvement" you shrugged. But then something strange happened. A noise that sounded like a balloon being inflated. Or two to be precise. Kieth's chest was expanding, as two round growths grew under his shirt. You stared at the inflating breasts underneath the shirt, the nipples poking through the fabric, buttons undoing to allow view of Kieth's now ample cleavage, the buxom breasts now reachimg the size of two soccer balls, the nipples like marbles. Keith was scowling at you.
"Dude! Quit staring at my tits. I dont stare at yours"
You look down to see your own chest expanding into equally large breasts, the large round boussms streaching you're white v-neck t shirt into a particularly low cut one, the cotton stretched so thinly your nipples were clearly visable.
"Woah" , you said, cupping your huge endowments. Kieth rolled his eyes.