Agent 13, stabs you with the needle, taking almost perverse delight as you hiss, while he presses down injecting you with the nanites to rework your DNA.
"You'll have to learn restraint, and your wild streak won't be tolerated." You watch as your skin darkens. Hating the sight of your hard-won muscles withering away, you suspect where this is heading. The clues build and build, as your shoulders narrow. The mass returning piling onto your chest. Your pecs getting flabbier and flabbier, until they are undeniably breasts. Even then they keep growing until they become Tits... Their sheer size ensuring other name suits. These aren't breasts or any mere bust. These are Tits, with a capital 'T'.
A crack from your hips, reminds you of the other changes needed. Thankfully, it's pain free. At least, physically, seeing your ass expand and swell relentlessly, the idea of how firm it is, is no comfort.
"You'll have to wear this." he tosses you an orange prison jumpsuit. Glad to hide your flesh you slip it on. Disappointed to see how little it does to disguise your figure.
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