You Start to Grow
"After you've lived a while in this body, I'll bet you'll see
things our way. Finding bras, getting stared at and pinched, getting
taken for an airhead when you're smarter than any man in the room...
You'll come around. If you don't, we'll still consider your punishment
complete and restore you to the form of your choice. But I'm willing
to bet you'll understand us better and be glad to help out! Do you
agree? Or do I need to press more buttons..."
"I guess you just don't see the need for our brand of
feminism", she snarls. "But I think this will probably
convince you." She points the device at you and presses one of
the buttons. Your back arches, and it feels like a storm of
electricity is running through your body. With horror you see your
breasts begin to pulse, then slowly grow. They block your view of your
hips, but you can feel the fabric getting tighter and tighter there,
too. When she stops there is at least as much breast flesh sagging
over the top of your bra as there is in it. For a moment you regret
not having checked the bra for size, then decide it's immaterial
anyway. You've grown at least 2 more cup sizes, but that's not the
worst. Your nipples have been enlarged disproportionately, and you can
see that your aureola are now puffy, making soft bulges for your
nipples to crown out of, despite the fabric of your bra and shirt.
