Bill watched her vision swimming, as her bust continued to grow and grow. The nanites burning her body up to convert it into the too feminine form. Unfortunately for Bill had had a bit of excess weight that was no longer around his middle. The weight now gravitating towards a fuller rounder rump. But, she was too aware of the already disturbing bust she'd grown... and was still growing.
The room spun, and Bill collapsed to the floor. Feeling pinned there, the ceiling overhead was turning grey. Bill felt her breathing getting harder, her chest heavier with each breath. She slumped into unconsciousness, and nightmares.
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Waking, Bill couldn't tell how long she'd been out. But, waking with a groan, she felt the unfamiliar taste of lipstick. Her tongue darting out to moisten glossy crimson lips. She couldn't pretend she was still male, as she felt the urgent, intense sensations from her nipples. Nips that felt far too big, too wide, and far, far too damned sensitive to bear.
A soft, needy moan spilling from her lips, as she even thought about touching them, cradling that heavy bust, tweaking, or teasing those too demanding nipples.
With a sigh, and a groan, she sat upright. Feeling the weight shift, it was a revelation, how much her shoulders hurt, and her back protested. She was forced to hold her shoulders back, thrust her chest forward as if proud of those mammoth mammaries she now bore.
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