[Catching the readers up to date, Jen is currently cursed with boobs that transform according to other people's remarks. She's been memory wiped so she doesn't know why. Also, she obeys anyone touching her nipples as if hypnotized (does not open the door for physical tf's here, purely mental). Meanwhile, Kyle's running happy and free with a UFC type physique and a ten inch cock.
Jen was dismayed. She was not only missing 24 hours, her tits were freakish monstrosities. Full F-cups, leaking milk from nipples the size of a linked sausage. Not only that, but implants showed up when Kelly called her bimbo tits. She had to figure out what was going on.
"My breasts have smaller nipples" She said experimentally.
Nothing happened. Her tits still ached to be milked, nipples still not unlike cow teats. But milking would have to wait. Apparently if her tits were going to change, it had to be from what other people said. She covered herself the best she could and searched out her friend Lora.
Lora had been Jen's friend since kindergarten. They took as many classes together as possible, and joined the cheer squad in the same year. Lora was a bit smaller than Jen making her a good flyer. She had straight black hair, high cheek bones and meticulously sculpted eyebrows. Her small frame made her look a couple years younger than she really was. Being the same level of cuteness made them better friends rather than catty rivals. If there were any one person she trusted it was her.
"Lora, I need your help with something. I need you to..."
[How does she request her breasts change, and how does Lora actually respond?]