Ask what it will feel like to have breasts

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"What will it feel like?" you ask, your breathy voice carrying genuine curiosity rather than fear. "Having breasts, I mean. Will they be heavy? Sensitive?"

Miss Velvet's expression brightens with something approaching delight. She shifts on her stool, leaning closer as her gloved fingers hover over your chest where the tissue has already begun its subtle expansion.

"Such a wonderful question, Candy." Her pink eyes shine with enthusiasm. "The weight is the first thing you'll notice. Even A-cups have presence—not much, perhaps two or three ounces each, but enough that you'll feel them moving when you walk, shifting when you turn. They'll pull slightly at your chest wall, creating this constant awareness of their existence."

The pressure beneath your nipples intensifies as she speaks, and you can already detect the earliest swelling beginning to push outward. The sensation is deeply strange—like your chest is filling with warm liquid from the inside.

"Sensitivity varies by individual," Miss Velvet continues, clearly enjoying the opportunity to educate. "But the serum I've given you includes hormonal components that will make your breasts quite responsive. Your nipples especially. They'll react to temperature changes, to friction against fabric, to touch." She demonstrates by trailing one gloved fingertip in a circle around your left injection site. Even that light contact sends an unexpected jolt through your chest. "Like that. Everything will be heightened."

You draw in a sharp breath, feeling the tissue expand another fraction of an inch. "Will they hurt?"

"During growth? Yes, somewhat. A deep ache as the tissue stretches and develops. Think of it like intense soreness after exercise, concentrated in your chest. But afterwards..." She pauses, tilting her head. "Afterwards they'll just feel natural. Part of you. You'll forget you ever existed without them."

The swelling has become visible now—subtle mounds beginning to form where your chest was flat just minutes ago. Miss Velvet produces a measuring tape and stretches it across your chest, nodding with satisfaction.

"Already developing beautifully. By six or seven this evening, you'll have proper breasts. Small and perky and distinctly feminine." She meets your eyes. "Are you looking forward to it, Candy? To having a woman's body?"

"I think... yes," you admit quietly. "Yes, I am."