"Suppose i'll start with my laundry."
Jeff announced. "I wonder if my whole wardrobe is changed now that I have the figure of a girl?"
"That's a good question." Jenny responded in their head. "If the clothing changes proactively or reactively?"
"Suppose theres only one way to find out?" He said as he strolled down the hall to the laundry room. The dryer had just stopped a moment ago and the smell of warm lavender woffted about the room. Popping the door and dumping the clothes in the basket he took the load back to his room. He noted that the basket seemed heavier, perhaps from the slimmed down female body?
As he thought about that he got a sudden warmth across his chest and he saw the sleeves of the blouse he wore grow taut under the slight bulking of his biceps.
"How'd you know what I was thinking?" He said aloud, feeling the need to actually speak to Jenny rather then telepathically.
"I'm your body dummy!" She said in her cutesy giggle of a voice. "I know what your thinking, so better watch where your mind wonders today, hehe."
The basket lighter now he hefted it into his room with ease. He was about start folding it on his bed when he noticed a favorite band shirt on the top of the pile. It was over sized and figured now was as good a time as any to test the programs effects on his clothes.
Discarding the blouse he wore for the dryer warm shirt he realized he didn't have a bra for his new breasts. Not surprising, he wasn't wearing one when jenny changed him, so there was nothing to correct.
His small breasts were quite cute. B cups he figured, not that he had much frame of reference.
"A little small for you hun? Here, try these on for size!" Jenny announced in his head.
Instantly his breasts surged in mass quickly becoming DDDs and with enough force to send him falling forward onto his bed. Cupping the soft flesh in his hands he stood up, admiring their weight and tenderness, already noting the strain on his back. He stood for a moment fondeling them, feeling the sensitive puffy flesh sink between his fingers and teasing his erect nipples with his thumb.
"You like that Jeff? I can make them bigger." Jenny teased, a giggle behind her words. More sensitive flesh spilled forth, over flowing his hands and expanding his taut nipples to the size of bottle caps as the DDDs blossomed past any size known to him. He collapsed onto his knees and his ample bosom spilled forth resting on his belly and thighs with a *fwomp* jiggling with like over proofed dough.
"Damn!" He huffed looking down at the massive flowing tits below him "are huge breasts really this... uncontainable?" He gripped one breast again trying to hold it up feeling the marshmallow-fluff-like flesh run between his fingers, noting he couldn't even she his hand supporting it and that one breast weighed as much as his load of laundry.
"Honestly I'm not really sure." Jenny pondered in his own mind. "I never had breasts this big so I kinda just winged it. Lets try and..." Her mental voice trailed off and Jeff felt the flesh in his hands retract and firm up. The flabby flesh kept their size, mass, and weight but it was clear his massive bust was firming up, retaining a more traditional breast teardrop shape, becoming more orb like and less baggy.
"How's that?" She asked.
"Better!" Jeff huffed, struggling to his feet. Each breast must have weighed 25 to 30 pounds the now supple flesh coving his body and resting just above his knees.
"Any chance you can make my back a little, or like... a lot stronger?" These things weigh a ton!"
"Oh, I know Jeff." She said snively "I'm your body remember? I'm feeling it too. But that's the terms of today's date remember? You go about your day, and I toy with your body to make it as difficult as posable. This is the first hurdle I've chosen." She let out a mocking (but unsettling) cackle.
"Guys always like bigger breasts, don't we..." He huffed with regret. "Only fair I suppose..."
"I will tone it down a bit if it stops you from being able to complete a task though, but for now your standing." She added, the remnants of a laugh trailing in her words. "But look at you now, your standing and still mobile, so hop too it!" She commanded.
Hoisting his arms around his breasts he managed to get his warm band shirt over his head. To his (and Jenny's) surprise the shirt expanded as it glided over his heavy bobbing breasts and shrunk back down to hug his waist once he'd tucked the shirt under his bulging mounds. This contracted the shirt and helped to contain the massive tits, while also making the graphic on the shirt compleatly illegible. But the support was noticeable, if extreamily minor.
"Some free advice from one girl to another." She said with a chuckle. "A good bra goes a long way with helping distribute the weight..."
"Ok, I'm clearly not going to get anything done until this is sorted out..." Jeff hugged, which elated a giggle in his head from Jenny. "Lets go fine me a bra..."