She recognizes the changes [Breast Expansion, Massive mammaries]

With a smirk John taps the air in the woman's direction causing a menu to pop up, her statistics menu. Her name is Annabeth Winston, she is 24, a registered nurse, and is relatively healthy, even on the condensed spectrum John had enforced upon natural female biology. John is reminded that he can know, and change, anything about anyone with reality shift. All he would have to do is hit edit and he could change his target's name, age, profession, anything, but for now he had one desire in mind. Miss Winston is bra shopping, but she is about to be **** to only even custom order to get the size she will need.

Flipping quickly through the menu he decides it will be more fun for her to feel the embarrassment of the changes, and the confusion of the lack of reaction by those around her. Temporarily whitelisting her he makes sure to flip to her clothing menu to turn off the setting to auto adjust to model changes, and then to her body sliders. There, he found the options he wanted. In the menu for breasts, there are a plethora of options, but for simplicity a option if turned on that adjusts each slider to make changes made to one slider ultimately seem at least passably natural, it would be fairly easy to turn people into monstrosities without that setting.

A devilish smile painted on his face John selects the the overall size slider and drawing it over to the right watches the letter value click from the F it was at, through the alphabet finally landing at an outrages Z at the furthest right of the slider. With a glance at image of the woman to the left of the menu (the preview, enlarged to be easily seen despite her physically being more than 100 feet away), then back at the sliders, John adjusted the perkiness setting upward slightly before tapping apply, and sitting back to watch the transformation unfold.

The menu disappears as John hits apply, almost as if it injecting itself into the woman that it referred to. Then it happens. The first sign that Annabeth can sense something is wrong. She freezes, stiffening straight, and meekly looking around for signs of anyone looking at her. She doesn't see John from her cursory inspection, due to the distance between them, and slowly setting the bra she was inspecting down, brings a hand to her right breast.

She bites her lower lip, and her legs press together. "Must feel pretty good," John thinks to himself as the first surge strikes. Annabeth lurches forward, and her breasts bulge nearly doubling in size in an instant. She lets out a moan that is loud enough that it is just barely audible through the crowd for John to hear. Her hand slaps itself to her mouth in response to the sound she made. Her face is red with embarrassment, but she doesn't move. her legs hold themselves tightly together, as panic fills her eyes as she again scans the crowd.

But.

No one is looking.

Panic becomes concern. Why is she being ignored? Why is the rest of the world acting as though her tits didn't just surge in size? Why has the tingling that she felt when it started not gone away?

She straightens her self again looking to run somewhere, to find a place to hide. Her top squeezes tightly upon her vast wealth of mammary meat, preventing the jiggling that the flesh wishes to produce with the jerking motion. She is able to take only a single step when the second surge hits. She gasps, so struck by surprise and pleasure that she is unable to make a sound as she topples over. The surge hits like a spirit of boobs tackling her from behind, and the surge is so sudden and powerful that as her breasts grow, they erupt from their confines now simply popping off buttons but tearing the seems of her top to make run from breasts that now easily each surpass the volume of her own head.

John has stood at this point, from the table he had sat at in the food court, and, keeping an eye on the woman to enjoy the show, has begun walking in her direction. After only a few moments he emerges from the crowd of people ignoring the poor expanding woman, who is looking around between surges of orgasmic pleasure, like a wild animal who is trapped in a corner, as her mounds continue to ebb in inflation beneath her.

Her eyes lock onto John, as he moves in her direction, almost wrenching her back to sanity. It may be only one person, but the relief provided by not being ignored allows her to finally express in panic her opposition to being seen.

"No, don't look, don't look," she screams, a sound that does attract the attention of passers by.

John doesn't say anything. A confidence that has been growing in him since he woke up is in control. Stepping to the woman quickly before too many eyes can suspect he is creeping on her, though he kind of is, he covers her with a jacket and calmly whispers to her, "Hurry, I will help you get to a changing room." With this the setting from earlier kicks in and the pseudo-heroic act swells within Annabeth's heart, and loins, and she silently complies. Covering her now overly ample chest with a jacket worn backwards, and allows John to help her stand, and they move into the lengerie store, finding changing rooms. There, he takes her into a room and then leaves, closing the door behind him saying, "I'll try to find something for you to put on."