Emma's mind raced as she headed towards the break-room, as she thought about all that she could take from her co-workers. She wanted to build the body that she never had, and was quite eager to attain it. She opened the break room door, and popped her head in.
Nobody.
It was completely empty. Emma was in disbelief. "Of all the times these slackers don't want to utilize the break room, they decide now" she muttered to herself. She felt somewhat disappointed, as she wanted to find a new guinea pig to test her abilities on. Emma made her way over to an empty table, and sat down by herself. She caught herself by surprise, as her breasts now rested on the table on the table. She laughed to herself, and squeezed her newest assets with both hands. She was still in disbelief that she was now the owner of these larger, perkier breasts. She felt like a MILF, or whatever the kids were saying nowadays.
She got a message sent to her phone, from her daughter Alice. It read:
"Hey Mom, at the mall right now. What dress should I get from the dance?"
Alice sent over two pictures of herself in a red and a black dress, and something seemed quite different about her. It was the fit of the dresses, in regard to her chest. Her cleavage was now very pronounced, and filled the entire chest portion of the dresses. This made Emma think, "Shoot, are these genetic now?"
Emma responded, "Wow, u look stunning. Go with the red xoxo"
She had just hit send, when somebody entered the break room.
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