"Let's start you off with a nice pair of melons." The doctor said, cackling to himself. You with something off to the side, what you assumed to be the control panel for the table. A beam hit you from above the table as you felt an intense pressure centered on you chest. Sitting up you can see you nipples poking through you shirt as a pair of mounds begin to form. The grew more and more with each passing secound. You found you breathing strained as your new breasts were resticted by your shirt until they burst through your shirt.
Suddenly the mad doctor stopped the beam and walked over to the table to examine his work. "Yes." He said rubbing his hands. "Those are a lovely pair of F-cups you have tgeir, but how do they feel?" You tried to cry out in protest, only to let out a moan as he shamelessly begane to grope your new breasts.
"LET HIM GO, YOU MONSTER!" You mother shouted, fighting against her restraints.
"Silence!" He shouted, unhanding you and pulling out his gun. "Unless you want to be the one to test out my disintegration ray." You mother quickly stopped as her rage shifted to fear. "That's what I thought." The mad doctor said, holstering the gun. Looking back to you he says, "Tgey truely are the real thing, equal messures of softn and firm. Plus it looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did." He said, looking to the bulge in your pants. "Now what should we do next?"
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