Suddenly, she felt a slight zap from her bracelet, energy coursing up her arm and into her chest. She gasped, feeling goosebumps as heat began to build. The energy spread throughout her body, wrapping around her like a blanket of static, paralyzing her as arousal built. She heaved for air, every breath feeling just a bit tighter, the bottom of the coat just a bit tighter around her thighs. Without even realizing it, she had cupped her breasts into her hands. And to her shock, she could feel them swell into her fingers, the fabric of her labcoat creaking. Meanwhile, she felt it slide higher and higher up her legs and they lengthened and thickened. Even in her shock and confusion, there was a part of her who wanted this to keep going, to get even bigger, to feel her clothes hug her even tighter...
But, just as quickly as it had started, the feeling left her. She stumbled back, finally regaining control of herself, having to lean against the wall until she regained her strength. She wiped some sweat from her brow, and as she pulled back her sleeve, she saw that it no longer covered her wrist like it had before. Checking her reflection again confirmed it, she grown taller as well as curvier, breasts a generous E-Cup, Thighs hugged tight by her lab coat. She gave her chest a squeeze, moaning before quickly covering her mouth with her other hand, embarrassed by how loud she'd been. She couldn't help it, she'd been caught of guard by how sensitive her chest was. She could see and feel her nipples hardening. She crossed her legs, trying to stifle her arousal. She turned to look at herself from the side, and was shocked by how far her butt stuck out. It wasn't far enough to balance anything on, but it certainly counted as a bubble butt. She slowly groped it, more careful this time, and bit her lip at the tingles of pleasure that radiated from her squeeze, albeit not as powerful since she was being more careful.
How would she be able to work with such a sensitive figure? Would people stare at her when she entered the room? Would she feel these shocks of pleasure every time her breasts were squeezed? Would girls fawn over her body? Why did these thoughts make her feel excited instead of nervous? Why did her own reflection make her feel so enticed? And why did she want to squeeze her supple breasts again, give in to the sexual pleasure that it made her feel...
Tailsko blinked, realizing that she'd almost groped herself again. She tore herself away from the mirror, grabbing her wrist to stop herself. Her transformations, they must mean her hormones are running wild. By why did she grow again...?
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