As he clutched the stone, Jeff felt a serene sense of drowsiness wash over him, almost like he was falling asleep.
Then he awoke with a jolt. The light in his eyes was blinding and he appeared to be laying down on an uncomfortable raised surface. Squinting through the light and appraising his surroundings, he realized he was in a hospital or clinic of some sort. As far as he could tell he still looked like himself, but he was dressed in a thin hospital gown. Suddenly he was moving, he realized he must be on a gurney. But where were they taking him? Jeff began to quickly glance around, looking for clues and finally craned his neck back to look at the person who was pushing him.
A middle-aged nurse smiled back at him.
"Now now, Mrs. Smith, I know you're nervous around needles, but you're going to have to sit still, okay?"
Needles? What needles? The gurney had come to a stop in front of an operating room.
"Wait, I don't want any... need.. uhll...."
Jeff's voice trailed off as his vision blurred. He turned just in time to see a doctor injecting his right arm with a thin syringe. He tried to say "Stop" but it was too late and his body was no longer responding. He quickly lost consciousness.
It wasn't a restful slumber. It felt like it was over almost as soon as it began.
Jeff groggily awoke to a new scene. He was in hospital room, in a hospital bed, propped up almost in a sitting position. His brain felt so sluggish that he couldn't quite process what just happened. His body felt so strange. Somehow painful and numb at the same time. Heavy. Particularly around his chest.
He turned to see a doctor seated next to him.
"Did you have a nice sleep?" he chuckled.
Jeff was not feeling well enough to respond, and instead turned his gaze towards his own body. That's when he saw them.
Two massive protrusions on his chest. Breasts.
"We ended up having to use a much larger pair of implants than we originally expected, but in the end we managed to reach your target size, Mrs. Smith." the doctor cheerfully announced.
Jeff was in shock. The massive tits that now adorned his chest were bigger than any he had seen on any girl outside of porn. Adhesive bandages lined the undersides and mostly covered the nipples, which now seemed to noticeably protrude.
"We successfully enhanced the areola and achieved the puffy nipple look you wanted, and I'm sure it will look wonderful once it's fully healed. All in all I'd say this is some of our finest work."
Jeff was in shock. He wasn't sure if he wanted to scream or cry, but in his drug-addled haze he didn't have the energy to do either.
He wondered what would happen now.
How long would he be stuck in this life and what would happen when the time was up?