You were overwhelmed by the sensation of your 31 breasts. New skin rubbed against new skin. Your cheek-boobs pressed down on top of your chin-boobs. Your mouth was surrounded by breasts. You looked left and right. You could only see your shoulder-boobs. You looked down to see your chest. But, your vision was obscured by your cheek-boobs. Not that it mattered much to you. You could still feel all of them.
Then, you did just that. You grabbed, gropped and squeezed all 8 of your chest-boobs. All the while, the grapefruits on the backs of your hands and attached to your biceps freely bounced around.
You let your hands wonder the bulbous curves of your body. Eventually, you hands ambled across your altered ass-boobs. They were- by far- the largest pair of breasts you currently possessed. Their massive scale and weight helped to counterbalance the excess flesh on your front.
Then, you felt the three breasts in your crotch. You gently cupped your boob-balls and rubbed your boob-dick. As you did, you made a discovery. Instead of a nipple or urethra atop you primary crotch-boob, there was a vagina.
This discovery shocked you, at first. Then, you remembered what the instructions had warned; "7. This device will not cause transgender genitals when used on males unless a male is given more than 4 DD breats within 20cm of genitals."
You had well-surpassed the minimum, 5 breast requirment. Therefore, the Breastinator had 'transgendered' your genitals. You took a closer look at your face in the mirror. It was hard to tell underneath all of the breast-flesh. But, your facial structure had been altered to be more feminine-like.
"Testing?" you tentatively spoke. You were then astonished. Even your voice had changed. It sounded soft and ladylike. You lamented your loss of masculinity. Specifically, you missed your old equipment. But, it was a small price to pay for boobs and you had new equipment to explore.
But, that would have to wait as you were, again, overwhelmed by a different sensation: the sensation of weight. Your unaltered legs buckled underneath the strain of your nearly tripled mass. Even the raw adrenaline pumping through you was not enough to you upright. You knew there had to be a way to fix this problem. You remembered seeing a cable in the box the Breastinator came in. Perhaps, that could help.
You walked to where you had left the package. Moving like this was a mess. Flesh was flopping about everywhere. Boob crashed against boob in a bizarre dance. The spasmodic flesh made your center-of-gravity constantly shift. Each step was a struggle. Lucky, your feet-boobs gave you a wider base to stand on. That helped you somewhat. But, it was far from easy. Every few steps had you pausing for breath.
Eventually, you retrieved the special cable. You slowly waddled to you computer. There was no way your desk chair was capable of containing your dumptruck-sized butt-boobs. So, you sat on the floor. Your fourth pair of chest-boobs rested on top of your thighs as your soft, squishy butt-boobs carrying all of your weight.
Using the special cable, you connected the Breastinator to your computer. After doing so, a pop-up window appeared. It was filled with an array of menus, settings and options. Immediately, you searched for anything related to weight. You quickly found it and opened it.
There was an option 'perceived weight' and 'real weight.' You selected the perceived weight option and lowered it to zero. Then, you pointed the Breastinator at yourself. You fired it twice at your original nipples. You felt a little bit lighter. But, not by much.
You continued to use the Breastinator on yourself until you applied the weightless effect to all your breasts. However, you made an exception for your feet-boobs. You wanted to keep those nice and heavy because they are what kept you connected to the ground.
Finished, you stood up. The difference was immense. It was like you were naked. But, you could still feel all of it. The jiggling and jostling of your flesh still moved your center because your breast were still effect by gravity and inertia. But, you perceived none of the mass.
You jumped into the air. For a brief moment, you were totally weightless. Perceived by both yourself and reality. Then, you came crashing down. Your feet-boobs absorbed most of the impact. But, the inertia of your body kept going. The energy of the impact transfered into your multitude of bouncing breasts.
Satisfied and full of energy, you wondered what to do next.