Go find Chloe and the Bimbo Ray

Still in a daze from getting blasted by the ray and jerking off, John watches his sister steal his phone and go off to her own room. A man can normally resist the IQ-draining effects of the bimbo ray more than a woman can, and the shock of getting caught and seeing his sister steal his phone (not to mention seeing the kind of porn he was watching) shocks him back to coherence.

John sits up, feeling slightly buzzed but with a new plan in mind. A grabs a tissue and tries to clean up the cum that landed on his legs, then puts on a pair of boxers. They're tight on his newly widened hips and curvier ass, so he grabs some loose-fitting basketball shorts to go over those. They fit okay, but they very much show off his more womanly figure. Speaking of: As John reaches for a shirt, he finally notices the small pair of breasts that have sprouted on his chest.

"Ohhh, fuck..." He groans in his girlier voice. "I have tits." He reaches up and squeezes one, feeling a little rush of pleasure that causes his shrunken dick to spring to life again. "Too bad they're barely tits..." He cocks his hips to the side and sighs in a voice that sounds more like a bratty highschooler. Realizing what he's doing, he yelps and tries to compose himself, throwing the shirt on and suppressing a moan as the fabric brushes up against his sensitive nipples. He wonders if he'll have to start wearing a bra and pictures buying something sexy that shows off his body. John blushes and leaves his room.

"Chloe?" John calls out in a loud whisper, looking for his sister. He checks her room, but she's not there. Jennifer's door is closed and he can't hear anything happening inside, so he goes to the kitchen. "Chloeeee?" He calls out again. "I need the... that toy. It's just a toy. It doesn't do anything." The pizza, untouched, is sitting on the counter.

John hears a soft giggle from the other room and quietly moves in that direction, finally spotting Chloe sitting on the couch and taking selfie after selfie on her phone. Only... she looks different. John can't see everything from his angle, but Chloe has blasted herself with a Level 3.

She's still wearing her baggy tomboy clothes, but her pants are pulled down to below her ass (which would no longer fit), exposing a lacy black pair of panties that is getting stretched by her widened hips and thicker ass. She has removed her baggy sweatshirt, revealing a tight blank tank top that shows off a bit of her small waist and toned stomach but struggles to contain her breasts (which are now several sizes bigger than before, maybe even bigger than Jennifer's).

Chloe's skin looks much smoother and softer, her hair is slightly longer and much bouncier and silkier, and her face--once locked in a seemingly permanent scowl--is positively adorable. Her full lips glisten with what looks like pink lipstick, her eyes seem to shine, and she has an enormous gleeful grin on her face. That is, when she's not pursing her lips for selfies or blowing kisses to her phone camera. Each time she takes a photo, whether she's showing off her deepened cleavage or giving a little glimpse of her panties, she giggles and pokes around on the screen. She's either sending them to people or uploading them somewhere.

Meanwhile, the discarded Bimbo Ray is sitting on a table right next to her. Happy with her new look (and losing brainpower), Chloe seems to have forgotten about it. John could easily reach out and grab it without her seeing, or he could say hello...