While your body is relaxed sitting atop your oversized tits, your mind is still fully alert. You try to force it to sleep by squeezing shut your eyes and turning your head to an empty wall, but you just can’t seem to turn off. You can hear Lyra weeping in relative silence, and you can still feel the pulsing growth of your assets. Instead, you spend all of your mental excess on forcing your tail to stop moving.
You’re not sure how long this goes on, but a crack resonates through your body, followed by several more popping noises. Your hips are growing wider, and so is your chest! You try to move, but your body doesn’t respond. Your arms, legs, and even your neck refuse to move the slightest bit. Your eyes widen as you try to force your body to respond.
‘I think something’s wrong’ is what you would’ve said, but your mouth isn’t working either. You can’t even hold your breath. With you facing a wall, Lyra would have to come over to you to see if anything is wrong.
“Hello, Lyra.” A deep voice speaks from beyond the gate.
You hear Lyra try to get up, only to thump on the floor. “Who are you? Get us out of here!”
There was a pregnant pause. “That’s actually why I’m here, Lyra. To give you a chance to get out of here.”
“Oh thank God!” her voice gets louder, she’s apparently facing in your direction. “Hey, wake up! There’s-”
She’s interrupted by the sound of deep chuckling. “You’ll find they won’t be waking up any time soon.”
“What?”
Another long pause. “I have a deal. Your friend is...susceptible to the forces that drive the changes you two experience. More so than any we’ve had. It has made them ideal, or inconvenient. Farms need consistency, and the difference between you two is just too inconsistent. So, I give you three doors to pick from.
“Behind door one is to save them. You’ll take the full brunt of the changes, and they will return to full humanity and be released. You’re average, so you won’t be as afflicted by taking changes meant for two.
“Behind door two is to share the burden. We’ll reduce their burden and increase yours until you are as transformed as one another.
“And behind the final door is your freedom. They’ll receive twice the dose and you will be fully restored to humanity and be released. We’re interested in seeing what happens to one so susceptible, being twice-afflicted.”
“I-I can’t do that to him!”
“Then are you offering to sacrifice yourself for them? Or taking an increased dose to become like them?”
“No!”
“Do you fear repercussions?” There was a long silence. “They sleep, and they’ll never hear the truth of your choice from us. You’ll simply regain your humanity and wake up in your bed, entirely back to normal.”
This time, there was a pregnant pause from Lyra. “Do it.”
“Do what?” the voice asked facetiously.
“You know what!” There was a pause. “Make me normal. Take me away from here. I don’t care about him, I barely know him. This is all just a bad dream.”
“As you wish.” Your shock over Lyra’s betrayal is quickly sidelined as your hands rapidly deform into 3-fingered hoof-like claws. Black fur sprouts and moves down your arm and out of your line of vision, but you can feel the pricks coiling up your legs as well. Your face begins to crack and contort, and you can see a broadened nose in your vision. Worst of all, your line of sight pushes upward as your mammaries explode with a new wave of growth.
You hear something stand. “Oh my god, I’m human again! Thank you so much!” You hear the long strides of a person jogging toward the gate, which clicks open.
“Please go to that exit, I’ll be right behind you.”
You hear her walk away, practically with a spring in her step. She tossed you into this hellish existence so casually, and even thanked the monsters that did it to the both of you in the first place!
However, the heavy footsteps grew louder. The stranger was approaching you. The numbness seems to recede with each step, until you find yourself able to groan. “Wh- wuuhh-”
“You’ll find your voice returning to you in the next few moments.” The voice was right in your ear, you could feel the condensation of his breath on your skin. “She betrayed you. Doomed you to this. You don’t have a choice for freedom because of her, but you do have two choices of your own. Let her go, and grant her the freedom she so desires. Or, drag her down with you. It will be interesting to see how many doses it takes to make her condition as bad as yours.”