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Jade Harley finally opens the door after a minute of knocking.
“Oh! Hi, Shine,” she rubs an eye, “I got your text, but what did you need?”
The bird on her doorstep answers, “So, about five months ago I came out to June and she told me I should also start estrogen, so I said we should make it a bet and she said ‘Oh man, competitive breast growth? That’s a totally original idea, Shine!” even though I totally stole that shit off the internet, now I have $20 on the line and we meet back up in a week and you’ve seen Jane Crocker, dude, she totally passed her genes down to June like it’s not even a fucking question what she’s gonna look like in the future, but I don’t have that guarantee, my genes are an insane gamble and I’m gonna lose my claim to the Strider name if I even think about losing a bet, you know the house always wins and knowing my luck I’m gonna lose the Rose/Roxy 50/50, but that’s where I need you to come in and help me cheat and kick June’s ass.”
Jade squints and pulls back her dog ears, “...What?”
They take a deep breath, “...Can you grow me some tits?”
“What! Why are you coming to me?”
“Isn't Space all about shrinking and growing things?” they make some gestures to accentuate their point, “Plus, I think Kanaya said it had stuff to do with motherhood, too.”
“I'm not Kanaya, though!” her expression continues to get more distressed, “Why don’t you, like, ask Jake to hope you up some or time travel to when you already have them?”
“First of all, Jake is a ticking gender time bomb and I do not want to be there when it detonates, and second of all, I can't jump forward to the future if I haven't even been taking it in the present.”
“...You haven't been taking your estrogen?”
“No...” Shine buries their face in their hands so Jade can't see the gymnastics their mouth is twisting itself into, “No, I haven't been taking estrogen because I'm a giant pussy who's worried that it'll fuck me up too much and make me start laying eggs or something!”
“I don't know if my powers can do anything if you don't have something to work with…”
“You’re a Witch! You can probably change anything in the whole universe, if you wanted,” they look back up to see Jade’s adorably exaggerated thinking face.
“Okay,” she smiles softly and opens the door all the way, “I'll try for you, Shine.”
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After a quick chat with roommates and a frankly embarrassing demonstration of how to wrestle wings out of a shirt (which included knocking off their own sunglasses), the two are sitting down, facing each other on the floor of Jade’s bedroom.
Jade has her white ears pressed to her head while drumming her fingers together, presumably strategizing her approach.
“How… big? Do you want them again?” she asks.
Shine looks down at their flat, feathery chest, “Whatever you got, I guess. I doubt the slow way could even dream of catching up to your magic fast pass.”
“Okay… I think I have an idea,” she gives a concerned look, “Sorry about all the touching I'm about to do.”
“Dude, don't apologize! I asked for this,” they raise both hands to lightly thump their chest and square up, “Bring it on, Harley!”
“Geez, okay!!!” she screws up her face and shakes out her hands. They patiently settle back into sitting up straight as she regains her focus.
Jade tries to brush some plumage out of the way, then gingerly places her hands on both of Shine’s pectorals. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, prompting them to do the same. Jade exhales and Shine gives a small noise of discomfort as their chest tingles with Space.
The feeling is so strange that Shine can’t help but take a peek through their scrunched up face. Sure enough, fat and tissue are growing beneath Jade’s sparkling hands. The sensation only lasts a few more moments after she slowly removes her hands.
“I did it..!” Jade squeaks out.
Shine lets out a breath they didn’t know they were holding and immediately slouches, dumbly surprised by the shift in weight when they do so. A soreness blooms across their chest, but that doesn’t change the look of pure wonder on their face as they take in their magically grown flesh.
They never thought they’d see their nipples from this angle again, but there they are, peeking out from under their displaced plumage. Plumage that’s being propped up by two new, slightly uneven fat deposits that are truly theirs.
“Okay,” Jade clears her throat and instantly has Shine’s attention, “Based on my, uh, method, I should have given you… my size… of boobs.”
Despite Jade’s curvy adult figure, she still has a rather modest chest. Shine nods to her; that’s fine by them. They weren’t really looking for anything much bigger than whatever size Davepeta was, anyways.
Their attention is brought back to their breasts as they experimentally squish one. Speaking of Davepeta, it is way softer than what troll boobs they had, and it hurts to the touch, causing Shine to make a face.
“Oh yeah… they’re probably really sore right now. You should be gentle with yourself,” Jade advises.
“Oh yeah? I can do whatever the fuck I want with them!” they respond by cupping both their breasts and jiggling them out of sync. They immediately regret this, quickly stopping and curling into themself with sounds of pain.
“I told you!” she giggles.
Shine flops over onto their side in a puff of feathers, still holding their boobs to their chest, waiting for the pain to subside and basking in the euphoria of feeling it.
“Right,” Jade clicks her tongue, “You’re going to need bras now… I’m not sure how well they’ll work with your wings.”
“Why can’t I just go without? Let me let my puppies swing happy and free!” they whine.
“You’re going to want some support, at least when you’re flying,” she stands up, puts her hand to her chin in contemplation, then points to Shine with an intense expression, “You’re under my care today, which means that I get to take you out to buy some bras! Whether or not you wear them after is your decision, but you gotta know what you think first.”
They let go of their chest and sit up, “Fiiiine.”
“And put your shirt back on, I need to measure you,” she starts rifling through a drawer in her desk.
“What about Free the Nipple, Jade? What if I want the world to see my nonbinary tits?”
She sighs, then turns back to look at them, “I was going to say I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but obviously you don’t care, so it’s because I don’t want to be uncomfortable, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Shine paws around behind them to retrieve their shirt.
They eventually grab their pale orange shirt and pull it over their head, caught off guard by how the fabric catches on their boobs as they tug it down. Moving on, they reach behind them to tug their wings through the large holes in the back. It takes some shimmying to get their entire wingspan through. Once Shine is finished with that, they also find and return their shades to their face.
They stand back up and take note of the new fit of their shirt, as well as the soreness in their breasts as they move around. It’s getting past the point of novelty and starting to be just plain painful.
They run a hand through their outgrown hair and ask, “How long do you think it’s gonna hurt for?”
Jade turns around with a thoughtful expression, “Well, you just grew what took me my whole life in less than a minute, so… I don’t know?”
“My hubris had to be punished somehow,” they drop their hand and groan.
She holds up the tailor’s measuring tape and gestures to them, “Hold out your arms… Er, and your wings. I need to wrap this around you.”
Shine stands up straighter and complies, trying not to knock against anything as they unfold their massive wingspan. Jade gets close enough that they can see exactly how her wolfish canines sit alongside her endearing buck teeth.
She moves her arms around them, hovering just far enough away not to touch, and leads the measuring tape around to under their breasts. She takes mental note of the number and readjusts the tape to fall higher on Shine’s back and meet at the largest part of their chest. The pain in their boobs spikes despite how gently Jade is pressing.
“Thanks for doing this, Jade,” they murmur as she takes the measuring tape back.
She gives them a bashful smile, “I try..!”
Shine folds in their wings and steps back, absentmindedly rubbing at their chest as Jade puts her things away and writes down the numbers. Suddenly, she whirls around with bright eyes and bared fangs. She quickly drags Shine out of the room by an arm, who flaps their wings in surprise, but doesn’t do anything to resist.
“We’re going clothes shopping!” she squeals.