You're halfway to the door and ready to leave this strange ordeal behind you when a large, purple hand-paw rests itself on your shoulder. You turn to see the wolf, who kneels down and lifts your shirt. He pops open the valve, but you hear no air escaping. Then, wrapping the tip of his muzzle around it, he breathes into it.
Once again, you find yourself in a situation that's more surreal than scary. You're not actually feeling anything from the wolf other than his rubbery lips against your stomach, not even the air that he's forcing into that valve. There's no tingle, no pain, no nothing. The panther's still standing behind the wolf, just watching contentedly as he blows on your gut. Turning your attention to your belly, you notice that it's starting to puff out around the valve, turning paler by the second, but the lack of sensation from it makes it seem less real somehow, like it's not really worth worrying about. It isn't long before the wolf pulls back and closes the valve so he can admire what he's done, leaving your entire slightly swollen gut a shiny, creamy white. You give it a touch, and when you feel the sensation of your fingers pressing on your latex "skin" and the squeak as they rub across it, reality hits you like a hammer to the face. Your stomach looks like it belongs on some kind of pool toy, not a human being!
Your immediate reaction is to open the valve again, hoping that it'll let the air out and reverse the effects. Instead, it splutters with a light blue fluid, much like the stuff in the pool. The liquid splashes over your hand, wrapping around it and quickly replacing it with a puffy, shiny blue paw. Having spilled out the blockage, the valve starts to hiss, and at first you think that it's because the air is escaping. However, within a few seconds you notice that the creamy white surface of your gut is beginning to spread, moving upwards towards your chest! It's not letting the air out, it's sucking the air in! You try desperately to stop it, but when you try to close it with your usual hand you realize that the paw that's replaced it isn't nearly dexterous enough to shut it. Grasping at it with your other hand, you try to close it, but you're in such a rush that you can't seem to get it right. You're stressed even further when you notice that the air is starting to concentrate itself in your chest, not just expanding it slightly like it had to your gut but causing two mounds to rapidly grow in size. You can tell where this is going, and you redouble your effort, but your increase in pace only makes it harder for you to get the valve shut, and now that you have a pair of growing... er, breasts, at least a C cup by now, it's getting harder to see what you're doing - you just aren't used to having anything in the way there!
You eventually manage to get the valve on your gut shut, but by then the damage is done. Your stomach still isn't excessively large, but everything on your front (from the bottom of your belly to the top of your chest) is now made up of shiny white latex, a pair of C cup breasts hanging from your once masculine chest. Not wanting to let this go any further, you turn back to the exit, breaking into a sprint in the hopes that you can escape before they get to do anything else.