Large, full, bolted on double-D cups at a minimum

You close your eyes and focus solely on the rhythm of your breath—inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. The cramping in your pelvis continues its relentless work, bones settling into their new configuration with occasional sharp stabs that make your body tense involuntarily.

Miss Velvet remains beside you, silent now, simply watching. You can feel her gaze on you even with your eyes closed, studying every micro-expression that crosses your feminized face. The minutes stretch into an hour, marked only by the gradual lessening of pain from unbearable to merely constant.

Around 12:40pm, the worst of the cramping finally subsides into a deep, residual ache. You open your eyes to find Miss Velvet measuring your hips once more with her tape.

"Four inches exactly," she announces with evident satisfaction. "Your pelvis is beautifully feminine now, Candy. Wide hips, narrow waist—you're going to have an absolutely stunning figure when we're finished."

She sets the tape aside and walks to the cabinet, retrieving several large syringes filled with a pearlescent white liquid that seems to shimmer with internal luminescence. When she returns, she's smiling in a way that makes your stomach clench.

"Time for breast development," she says, holding up one of the syringes. "I've been thinking about what size would suit you best. Given that you're going to be a dancer—my star performer, actually—I want you to have breasts that command attention. Large, full, the kind that make people stare."

She traces one gloved finger across your still-flat chest. "I'm thinking double-D cup at minimum. Possibly larger. Big, round, perky breasts that will look spectacular under stage lighting. The kind that scream 'bimbo dancer' in the most delicious way."

"That's too big," you protest weakly, your feminine voice barely above a whisper.

"No, sweetness. That's perfect." Miss Velvet positions the first syringe just below your left nipple. "You're going to be the hottest thing on my stage. Every eye in the club will be on these tits when you dance. Men will throw money at you just to watch them bounce."

She meets your eyes, her pink gaze glittering with anticipation. "This serum works quickly—full breast development in about eight hours. You'll feel them growing with every breath. And yes, it's going to be intensely uncomfortable. Your chest will stretch and swell. But the result..." She smiles. "The result will be absolutely magnificent."