The scientist asks me how do I feel. I am about to respond when it feels like I've been kicked in the chest by a mule, and I full to my knees screaming, clutching at my chest. My face is twisted in pain, tears stream down my face smearing my makeup, and yet the guy who injected me is staring at me, almost like he's glad this is happening.
My heart is pounding a mile a minute and feels as if it's bouncing around inside my ribcage. The tingling seems now centered on it, but I can feel it spread throughout my body and that triggers fear, fear of what the hell have I gotten myself into. Suddenly I see something shoot away in my field of vision, and as I look down just in time to see one of buttons on my blouse fly across the room, my shirt straining to contain an impossible pair of breasts. The man smiles and clicks on a pen, ticking off something on a clipboard as he says, "Breast size increase on track."
I had always thought my breasts were more than respectable being large DD and firm for their age, certainly I had no complaints from gentlemen callers or onlookers, so I'm horrified to see my blouse tearing open and my bra appear to be 3 cup sizes too small. Spurned into action by my underwear now starting to dig into my breasts, I desperately try to undo the back clasp, yet my finger feels strange and don't respond right to my commands. Now in distinct pain, cry out as I claw at the clasp, only to be shocked to feel the clothing and plastic shred beneath my attack. I tear open my top with a snarl of relief and let my ruined bra finally fall free to reveal my changes.
I whimpered as I examined the skin covered beachballs now attached to me chest, in grotesque mockery of my real breasts. They are literally the size of beachballs and appear to be filled with a lighter than air gas as they seem to retain the firmness of my original breasts. My nipples are bright read and the size of soda cans, throbbing in time to my heartbeat. My new mutant tits, they are simply too large to call than breasts, are supersensitive and I can feel air from the air duct in the ceiling play across them. When it hits my nipples I feel by crotch begin to throb in time with them.
A glinting in the corner of my eye kept catching my attention and finally I was able to focus upon it. As much as the growth of my tits had being shocking, the hands I raised into view were more so and I realized why I was able to get my bra off. My fingers were each topped by what was a clearly animal claw.
"Breast size while on the lower end of scale is within requested size, hands showing signs of animal features, process proceeding as planned."
I turned to the scientist and he continued to record onto that clipboard. Proceeding as planned? That implied that it wasn't over. What else was to happen to her?