"I need more!" he says, admiring his new breasts in the mirror, jiggling and bouncing up and down.
"You sure?" you ask.
"Yeah, I'm sure. This shit's hot"
"Okey, where?" you say, raising the breastinator.
"Umm.. on my arm muscles... Ohh and on my hands too" says Chris flexing his bulging biceps.
"Alright here goes" you aim at your Chris's left bicep, which sprouts a jiggling water melon sized boob, and then the same for the right.
"yeah... fuck yeah... Keep going" he says, flexing his arm boobs, squirting milk out the nipple
you take aim at his meaty shoulders next. in seconds, two soccer ball sized breasts sat atop his shoulders like football shoulder pads.
"Okay, now the hands" he says, splaying his palms towards you.
"allright" you say, aiming and firing. Moments later, Chris's hands where replaced with boobs, his fingers and thumbs sticking out around them. You lower the gun, as Chris rubbed his boob hands up against himself in pleasure.
"You done?" you ask, admiring your handywork.