You picked up your green beret and placed it on your head.
'Oh yeah, formal ceremony practice today' you remind yourself.
The rest of your formals where a khaki green dress coat and trousers, kaki shirt and tie, white waist belt, white dress gloves and black leather shoes. After pulling on your trousers. Struggling to tuck in your boob cock and butt breasts, you look at your shirt and coat.
"Fuck this'll never fit"
You pick up the ray
'Maybe there's a clothing option'.
Sure enough there is. You take aim and fire.
'Nice, it worked!'
A few moments later, you had put on your uniform, except it had changed to accommodate your new breasts. The buttons and lapels on your coat no longer came up to chest hight, but where lower cut to allow your chest boobs space, buttoning together underneath them. The boobs on your shoulders where pocking through neat openings in the coat, the shoulder insignias neatly strapped over the nipples. Your shirt had disappeared except for the collar and cuffs, so your chest boobs poked out of your coat, your tie tucked in between them. Your belt still fit, and the gloves had grown to size. Your trousers now had an opening for your cock and butt too, so all your boobs where proudly on display. You look at yourself in the mirror, saluting to your reflection.
"Fuck yeah, Lance Corporal Chris 'tit stud' Steel reporting for duty ' you think to yourself, turning to examine your behind, " Oh yeah, this look suits me way better"
After driving to the barracks you make your way to the field where practice was. You walk along, feeling your boobs jiggle with every step.
"The guys are gonna love this" you say, rubbing your chest tits.
Eventually you run into...