Udder Expansion

Vanessa taps the top option called Udder Expansion.

The voice through the speakers starts to speak. “Udder Expansion is one of our primary modifications at the farm. Bigger Udders means more milk. Please remain still for the demonstration.”

Vanessa is confused why she should remain still when suddenly robotic arms come shooting out of the walls, grabbing her arms and legs so she can’t move.

“Wait, what is happening?” Vanessa shouts out but doesn’t receive an answer. Suddenly, two more arms appear, each tipped with syringes. Before Vanessa could even react, each syringe sinks deep into her nipples. She lets out a yelp of pain at she feels a liquid injected into her breasts, followed by an intense burning sensation. The syringes remove themselves but the burning sensation remains.

“Growth formula administered. Please remain calm as growth commences.” The voice says.

Vanessa can barely process what was said as it is rapidly getting harder force her to breath. Looking down, she watches as her shirt and bra are stretched further and further to their limits. With a sudden snap, she feels the weight of her chest shift as her bra fails. This gives her a momentary relief but leaves only her shirt containing her breasts. This wouldn’t be true for long, as her growing breasts quickly filled her shirt, stretching the fabric so thin that it may as well not even be there. Then, with a sudden tearing sound, her shirt rips open, freeing her inflating boobs. Much to Vanessa’s shock, the growth continued even more. She began to worry that they would never stop growing, until the burning sensation finally faded. Each of her breasts was the size of a yoga ball, hanging down from her chest.

“Growth Complete, releasing cow.” The voice said, the clamps around Vanessa’s limbs snapping open. The sudden loss of support sent Vanessa tumbling forward with the weight of her inflated breasts, landing flat on the floor.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” Vanessa asked herself, lying on top of her breasts. Vanessa looked around at the remaining scraps of fabric from her destroyed shirt. Refusing to let herself get stuck here, Vanessa lifted with all her strength, barely able to stand up, the weight of her breasts threatening to pull her back down at any moment. Yet, if she was careful, she was sure she could manage to get around despite the massive weight she now carried. She wasn’t sure what she could do. Did she try the modification station again with hope to find one that could help her, or did she try and find help somewhere else?