Examining Room Stop

When Kim in a blouse and a skirt opened the door of the examining room Ron was waiting in, the first thing her eyes fell on were his black-shirted chest. He was now a small B.

“What did your doctor mom say, Kim? You finished the physical and tests, right?”

Was his voice getting higher, more female? “Well, I am affected by that “Jessica’s Ink”, too.”

“Lipstick! I can’t forget it felt like lipstick! I was about to slip into that vat because of it!”

“Okay. Calm down. I am affected. But unlike you, I’m being changed from the top down. I only came into contact with, uh, the chemical from the vat with my hands, with some getting on my arms.” A nail-polished hand made the motions of where it had touched her. When she lowered her arms again, they brushed up against her skirt. Her hips had increased so much from the last time she saw Ron, the nurses had to find her more than just a new top. (At least she didn’t feel a compulsion to wear 5” heels. So far.) “I also didn’t absorb as much of the chemical as you did.”

“Does that mean your tits aren’t going to get any bigger than they are now?”

“Not unless I have a late growth spurt, or get pregnant.” She blushed but looked down at her bust. Would she always remain on the border between a B and a C cup?

“Or unless Drakken gets some more of that lipstick on you! That’s what he wants to do! He says it’ll keep you from being a hero!”

“Ron, I’ll always be a heroine!”

“Not if you have…” it struck home with him, “A body like this I’m getting!! I’m going to be handicapped, disabled, physically challenged…”

“Ron, you’re overreacting. Again.”

“Yeah!?! Why do you think I’m hiding in here and not in the hospital waiting room!? Do you have any kind of idea the kind of looks I get!? It’s like getting hit with a ray that makes you sick! -- And it's the gawkers and oglers who're sick!!”

“Ron, I’ll counsel you after we get to my home. Wade is sending a self-driving car.”