GTFO.

The decision came from some animalistic part of her brain, it said: GET OUT NOW. An overwhelming panic suddenly clutched at her and she scrabbled at the crumbling wall, denying the yawning darkness by turning her back and pretending it didn't exist. To her dismay she found she was noticeably heavier than when she had climbed down, it was just a bit harder to pull herself up (not to mention more cumbersome, her tits kept getting in the way). She gasped in relief as she dragged herself over the lip, feeling some of her irrational panic ebb some in the moonlight. She crawled on semi-responsive hands and knees away from the terrible hole in the ground, from which she could still feel a malevolent presence watching her.

After pulling herself downhill a ways she started to calm and full motor control returned to her. She didn't even want to think about what she had just experienced, filing it away under the things she wanted to forget but probably never would. Rolling onto her back, she lay there while her breathing steadied, looking up at the stars through the leafy branches. Her new mammaries pressed down on her chest, making her reflexively shift every few seconds to try and dislodge the weight. She looked down at them irritatedly, but wound up marveling at her new cleavage in the moonlight.

A day ago this had been a fairly reserved top, now it seemed downright slutty. The pale, goose-bumped skin dimpled over the straining fabric of her tank top ever so slightly and upon closer inspection she saw that she actually had a bit of side-boob showing. Her nipples were garishly obvious peaks, poking out into the cool night air. Whenever she shivered a delightful ripple passed through the excited globes, somewhat dampened by her restrictive clothing. She found herself in a state somewhere between awe and pride.

She shook herself. That had been a very un-Lara thought. She had always felt that large breasts were an impediment, a handicap for getting through life. She had pitied the girls in school who were too curvy to perform gymnastics properly, she had always felt blessed with her more athletic body. Which she technically still had... the only thing that had been effected were her breasts...

As she continued watching her bosom rise and fall with her breathing the feeling of awe gradually returned...