Activating your new hidden ability

"Miss Finch, your body is now able to manufacture a considerable amount of what I call hyper-vitamins and hyper-minerals. So much are made that it's enough to sustain your life on its own. The only thing that it requires from you is oxygen. All of the excess nutrients are stored in your breasts as milk. Production stops when your body has had its fill and your "reserves" are packed. It starts up again when your body needs to be fed; this happens after hours of streneous activity. This whole process is automatic; I'm still unable to uncover how you're able to do this even though I've analyzed the gas to all ends."

"Now I am curious as to see what types of effects it may have upon others who ingest this special milk. For some reason a specific gland in your chest has shut down upon exposure to the gas, thus halting your ability to secrete breastmilk." He points to the clear vial. "This serum I've concocted should serve as a catalyst to get them running and allow you to lactate briefly. In the future, if for some reason your milk be required you will need another dose. Any questions, or even requests?"

Using this as a stepping stone, you make an upfront request. "Well there is something I want you to change..."

He replies sternly. "Certainly! What is on your mind?"

"These aereolae on my boobs are making them look a bit freakish. Can you shrink them down to a more normal size?"

He rubs his chin slowly. "Well I believe I'm lacking... Wait a minute yes! You are in luck." He scurries over to the cabinet and rummages through. A small skinny vial the same size as the one on the coffee table is retrieved along with a smaller second
syringe. The liquid inside this vial has a violet hue to it.

Frankenstein extracts an inch of the fluid from the container with the small syringe. "Stay still please." With careful precision he administers half an inch of the liquid near the bottom of each tit.

You feel light pricks, and a burning sensation envelopes the affected regions. Within seconds your chest tickles as your areolae are shrinking. They shrink to a diameter of approximately an inch, still looking completely round. Your nipples are still where they should be, now as thick as your pinky.

"Much better!" You smile with satisfaction. "I'm ready to proceed."

Frankenstein picks up the original large syringe on the table and uncaps the clear vial. He extracts most, if not all of the liquid.

"Yes, we're going to need quite a bit to get things going. Speed up things! You might feel a moderate amount of pain, but it shouldn't last long."

Before you can even mouth a word the needle sinks under your right nipple. Four inches of the liquid disappears. Without stopping he injects the other half of the remaining liquid right under your left nipple.

You look down and your eyes widen in bewilderment. Your breasts begin to spasm lightly. Following this your nipples twitch in a violent manner, erecting up to a full inch. It's as if a ghost has possessed your precious melons.

"It... It moves as if it lives..." The doctor whispers, leaning in close.

"Hhhhhnngghhh..." You groan. The feeling is nothing short of pleasant and is only rising.