"Steel! What in gods name happened to you?" barked a voice.
It was your Squadron Sargent Major, David Price. He was a muscular man, 6 ft 2, mid 30s, strong features with medium brown hair flecked with a few greys, shaved to classic military cut, his strong jaw clean shaven. He was dressed up in his formals ready for the drill.
"Breastinator Sir!" you said back loudly and clearly, standing to attention. "Changed my uniform as well, Sir!"
"I can see that LC" he said, more calmly. You stood still as he walked around you, eyeing you up and down, hands behind his back. He stopped in front of you. "At ease, Lance Corporal."
You look back at him. Slowly he reaches out and grabs your chest breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. You feel a moan escape your lips.
"Does that feel good when I touch them Steel?"
"Yes Sir" you reply. He moves his hands to your shoulder breasts, moving the insignia straps aside to expose the plump, red nipples. He rubs them between his finger and thumb, making you jolt in pleasure.
"You have this device with you, Steel?"
"Yes Sir" you reply.
"Use it on me, and thats an order"
"Yes Sir" you say, pulling it our of your pocket, fumbling with it slightly with your boob hands. You switch it on, turning clothing adjust on, and fire at Price in several places.
The breasts began to sprout in seconds, two plump water melon sized ones growing out from his chest.
"Ohh yess" he says, grinning with his eyes shut, stroking his plump, inch long nipples, his clothing adjusting to suit like yours. Next, grew his shoulder boobs, like yours, but almost twice the size, like two beachballs sitting either side his head.
"Keep going Steel" he orders. You give him melon sized bicep boobs as well, openings appearing in his coat sleeves like yours, exposing them. You then shoot his balls, making them two large breasts that hanged by his knees.
"Cease fire" he say's, feeling up his new endowments. You lower the ray gun, admiring your work.
"Good shooting Steel, now for your next orders"