Not by your own will, but rather almost out of compulsion you walk over to examine the dress. You feel the material and start to unbutton your shirt, exposing your chest. Because of all the changes taking place you aren’t surprised to see a bra cross your chest. But what is odd is that it’s completely flat.
Just as you finish that thought, you see your chest begin to swell up, pushing up and out. It feels as though someone has taken your chest and is pulling on it with all there strength, stretching the flesh out and making to swell out to form to perfect, perky breasts. At the same time, your ass and hips are being pulled out, and your stomach pushed in. You try to breath but you can’t because of the immense pressure. You are being pulled each which way. You try to scream but your mortified when you do so. The voice that came out of your mouth, your voice, was high and soft. You struggle for a moment with the changes try to fight, but it is useless.