"Jeez Kat, th-this is a lot more than I thought you'd do" Lindsey let out with a nervous shake. "N-not that I'm complaining, it's just...Well, I mean just look...". As she trailed off her hands motioned towards the gaping tear down the center of her tank-top's bustline. Though it had relieved some of the pressure, the sheer size of her tits meant that any significant bouncing or movement might cause them to pop out. That wasn't all; the pressure against the thin white fabric meant that an outline of her nipples was clear as day, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all.
"Just keep the jiggling to a minimum and you'll be fine, right? Besides, we have something better to deal with than a possible wardrobe malfunction."
With that she pointed across the room to a 30-something year old man. He was eating his dinner alone, quite obviously more focused on the eye-candy waitresses than the actual meal. Confusion filtered through Lindsey's mind as she struggled to understand why he was important. Thankfully for her Kat broke the awkward silence.
"Here's the deal, Lindsey: In a minute I'm going to shrink that man over there to the size of an inch. Then you're going to wiggle and jiggle your buxom booty over there and "deal" with him how you see fit".
"Deal with him? W-what do you mean? You want me to kill him?"
"Not necessarily. Do whatever you want. Smash him, eat him, stick him in the salt shaker. I've done all the work so far and I'm wondering how you'd deal with this kind of situation. Now enough talk. Start walking and he'll be tiny by the time you get there."
Lindsey furrowed her brow in nervousness upon hearing the plan. It wasn't from fear of messing with the guy; she actually thought it'd be fun. What worried her was her current apparel. Each step would cause her bubbly chest to jiggle ever so slightly, and with every jiggle her ripped top would most likely slide off more and more. It was going to take a dedicated effort to not pop out during the trip. Steeling her fears, Lindsey rose and began her trip. As feared, her first step caused the top portion of her bulging bosom to shake slightly. Whether this was an effect of the spell or the sheer mass of flesh she was stacked with was unknown, though she did know that more flesh had indeed pushed out.
At first it wasn't an issue, but as she took more and more steps her breasts lost more and more of their coverings, until eventually the fabric was just barely covering her nipples. Exposing herself to the few patrons at the restaurant wasn't exactly a priority, so she temporarily stopped to tug up her top. Pulling it up fixed the issue, if only at the cost of giving a great view of her tits being pressed together tightly. A small price to pay.
After a few steps more Lindsey arrived at the table only to find the man had shrunk while she was distracted.
How did the situation turn out?