Dillon thought for a moment, and came up with an idea that he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself about. “Let’s try for some breasts,” he said to himself. The ring emitted a flash of colors, and he suddenly felt pressure in his chest.
Looking down, Dillon watched as his once unimpressive front soon pushed outward as breast tissue grew at a fast rate until his button-down shirt contained a pair of large tits. Several open gaps revealed hints of breast flesh while the buttons themselves held on. “No way…” was all Dillon could muster. Looking around, he saw that no one reacted to him suddenly growing boobs. Rather, he received a few approving and disapproving glances as people walked past him. Turning a faint shade of red, Dillon quickly hurried down the sidewalk and turned into an alley to avoid any awkward stares.
Feeling himself to confirm their existence, Dillion felt pleasure from groping his boobs. “Okay, this ring is pretty damn amazing,” he said. “But I think I need some support for these bad boys.” Another flash from the ring and Dillon felt his breast being lifted by an invisible force. Within a second, a bra materialized around his breasts, relieving his back of their weight. “Awesome. Maybe a better fitting shirt as well?” The button down shirt morphed and reshaped to accommodate the new mass on his chest. He undone the top two buttons to reveal his cleavage. “Perfect.”
Dillon exited the alley and made his way down the sidewalk with newfound confidence.