Ask her father to reverse the effects.

Belle ran home, blushing as tears streamed down her face. She was already branded a weirdo by the town, and now they believed she also had an underdeveloped body. No man (except maybe Gaston) would want to marry her now! She had only one recourse. She really didn't want to do it, but she had to ask her father for help. It's not because she hates her father. On the contrary, she absolutely adores her father's quest for knowledge and spirit of invention.

What she didn't like the fact his inventions often didn't work as planned, and sometimes gave strange side effects. Case in point: her shrunken breasts had gotten smaller, but her nipples were now more sensitive to touch, which meant any stimulation made her sexually aroused.

Belle burst through the front door, knowing how her dad's ingenious "key-less" locking mechanism worked. She walked into cellar, finding him hammering another one of his contraptions.

"Confound it! If I attached it here, and this goes there, then this should...WHY WON'T YOU WORK?!" He said, kicking a stool.

"Um, papa?" Belle asked.

"Stupid bloomin' contraption! How am I going to get rich and attract a dumb blonde...oh hello Belle! Oh! Trying out a new look?" He said, seeing her unclothed.

"Um, no. There was an incident in town, and well...they found out about. You know...my chest." Belle blushed as she uncovered her tiny bust to remind him.

"Oh? Hmm. Looks like they grew back, just like I said!" The man said, adjusting his magnifying glasses he always wore.

"Papa! They haven't grown at all! You're just seeing them through your magnifyers!" Belle whined.

"Hmm? Oh, so I have. Well, I told you side effects happen. And you told me..." he began.

"That it wouldn't be a problem for a while. But Papa, I thought I could keep...these a secret until you were able to figure out a solution. Because of what happened today, everyone in town knows that my body is...just not womanly, and I'm afraid that no man would ever find me attractive enough to marry me, except that obnoxious buffoon Gaston!" Belle explained.

"Now now, it's not the end of the world. You're still my beautiful daughter." He said, touching her face to meet his eye.

"It was so humiliating, Papa." Belle said.

"I know. They've ridiculed and shunned me, and I suppose they will do likewise to you now. Hrmph. I suppose I can put my self pleasure, er...personal assistant machine on hold, and figure out a way to give you back your once proud bust!" He said.

"Thank you, Papa!" Belle smiled and hugged the stout old man.

"Ok, better put some clothes on. Who knows who might come around here and think something wrong is going on." He said, patting her bottom as she left.

Belle went to her bedroom and looked at her closet. So many dresses and brassieres that she no longer filled out. She didn't expect to go back into town for the rest of the day, so she pulled out a dressing gown, and pulled it over her head. It covered her from her neck to her ankles, its pink fabric billowed to allow a lot of airflow. She was about to lie on her bed and cry herself to sleep when there was a knock on the door...

knock knock