It was a few hours before the night shift started. There were still three guards, but they were less attentive as the night got on. Steph saw her chance, and broke her chains, running for Aaron’s cage. Two blasts came from the Rods of Transformation, but both missed, hitting other prisoners. Breaking the pixie free, Steph turned to run for the exit.
A blast from a Rod of Transformation catches her in the chest, but she doesn’t stop moving, even as she feels her chest beginning to inflate. She sprinted out of the cave, her breathing more and more laboured as her chest expanded. What clothes were left her barely managing to keep them contained.
She stumbled several times, and had to stop for a moment to steady herself, placing her hands on the breasts as she did. Her hands came away wet with what smelled like milk. Not only were her breasts approaching beach ball size, she was also lactating.