The feeling of Cassidy’s expanding breasts was mind-blowing, like a cold drink after a ten mile run. Her hands were slowly pressed outward by her tits as she held them from a kneeling position. Gliding her hands over them, jiggling them, every single movement was immensely satisfying as more of that magical fluid was pumped in. This was one of her best ideas ever! How dare her boss tell her not to experience this wonder?!
“Error: Incorrect tube count. Error: Incorrect mammary count. Modifying procedure.”
Unfortunately, Cassidy was too lost in the sensory overload to notice the machine had taken control of the two remaining tubes that she’d left hanging. The metallic cups silently snaked their way to her chest, grabbing hold of two symmetric points beneath her currently-growing tits.
“Error: Unidentified mammary attached. Profile created. Mammary count correction initiated.”
Cassidy felt two small bites, then a disorienting wave of euphoria washed over her as the machine more than tripled her fluid intake to catch the new pair of breasts up with the old set. The sensations were so intense that she had yet to register that a new pair of tits were quickly ballooning out, consuming the space between her still-growing original pair and her legs.
Time held no meaning as she glided over her tits, nor did she notice her hands started moving from her upper to lower pairs. All she recognized was that there was untouched breast flesh and she had to stimulate it.
After an unknown amount of time, the machine slowed down to a stop. Still, Cassidy’s mind was addled and her body felt exhausted by the sheer intensity of what she’d just experienced.
What brought Cassidy back to the world of the living was the loud beep, signifying the machine had completed its process. “Wait, alr-FUCK!” She’d lost track of time, meaning the machine had fully grown her breasts to the size of a cow’s udder. Worse yet, the stupid thing had added another pair of tits!
“Seeding lactation.”
There was a quick thump through each of the four tubes. “Shit! Shit!” Cassidy ripped the tubes from her chest, but the damage had already been done. Now her tits were tuned to produce as much as a dairy cow, too. She’d set up the machine to end upon removal, meaning it just continued!
“Procedure ended.”
“Fuck me. I’m so fucking screwed.” She normally didn’t curse around others, but she always swore like a sailor when alone, especially when things were going wrong. She struggled to get up, but her lower tits were getting in the way of her legs and she felt tired. Wait, didn’t the doctors say the animals got fatigued after big changes? “Okay, Cass. It’s okay. I’ll get a modification to my contract, provide milk and keep my job. All I gotta do is get out of here tonight and prove I can still work despite the tits.”