Bob Smith sat at his office desk. He had been feeling strange all day and couldn't quite place what was the matter. As the CEO and primary shareholder of his company he usually left the day to day operations to his subordinates but he kept expecting a memo saying that something was horribly wrong. he figured he needed to relax. Pushing the button on his phone he buzzed the intercom. "Susan could you come in here?"
Susan Baxter was his hot secretary and had been his mistress for the last two weeks. She sauntered in wearing a low cut blouse and a skin tight miniskirt that left nothing to the imagination. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail that swayed as she walked, along with the rest of her. Walking around the desk she leaned forward to give him a passionate kiss as a greeting. Another wave of strangeness passed over him as he fondled his mistress's muscled pecs through her skimpy bra. The garment was stretched taught against her flesh, hugging every contour and ridge beneath her shirt. Something seemed off about the sensation but he couldn't quite place it. Apparently she felt the strangeness of it and looked down at her chest. "What happened to my breasts?" She screamed as she jumped back, pulling open her blouse to reveal the taut muscle straining against a bra that seemed to be poured on.
Meanwhile in his car Brad Thompson felt a mild vertigo and pulled over into the parking lot of a convenience store. His heart was racing as he placed his hand against his chest to catch his breath. What he felt there had him immediately pulling open the collar of his tshirt. Instead of the muscle he had worked so hard to cultivate he saw two large and perky breasts bobbing from his torso like two flesh colored water balloons.