Jen realized something was wrong as she reached the schools exit. She looked at the handle which was now at far higher than it used to be. Her eyes widened and she gasped. "That son of a bitch!" She uttered angrily. A girl walked by which she recognized from class. She was about average height but she was almost a foot and a half taller than her. She called Kyle again after finding him gone from the greenhouse. "You bastard, how dare you.... do you know how short I am now?" Kyle laughed. "Well, I wrote down your height and as it changes the number I wrote down changes. So yes, you're 4'4'' now, congratulations, you're now the shortest girl in school with the largest chest." Kyle hung up.
Jen couldn't go anywhere but home and so she went. Sure enough she was 4'4'' and a little bit nobody seemed to be surprised by her appearance other than Jen herself. She looked at herself in the mirror topless and in her underwear. Even at this height her breasts were huge. Easily larger than her head in terms of volume and her head seemed proportionally larger to her body at this height. She retained her curves from her original height leaving her with a slim body. Her areola were rather small for her huge breasts. Her hair seemed longer now that she was shorter. Her room seemed to have changed with her height being more accommodating to a shorter- statured person. She started searching for a bra realizing that if her room had changed so had her clothes. She found a bunch of large be obviously too small bra's. Probably for her childhood? Interesting... Finally she found a bra that looked like it would fit. obviously custom with short straps for her small body and big cups for her massive breasts. After putting it on it still felt like it was too tight regardless her breasts spilling for the edges a little. She heard her mother call for dinner and put on clothes. Her breasts looked absolutely ridiculous on her frame but somehow strangely sexy as well....
Walking down the stairs her breasts bounced heavily which somehow was stimulating as her erect nipples brushed against the inside of the bra. At the table there was of course elevated sitting for her. As she climbed into her chair her mother asked how her day was... she answered...