John pushed the female sign, thinking that this thing doesn’t work. He pointed the gun at himself then pulled the trigger, a light came out from the gun and hit him.
At first he thought nothing happened, so his pulled the trigger again. Nothing, “Stupid junk, well at lest it gave me a cheep light show.” He put the gun down on his desk and went to the door when a funny feeling came over his chest. Then his shirt was getting tight.
John didn’t think much of it and went into the corridor, he was about to steep of the stairs when he heard a ripping sound, and the funny feeling went away. He looked down at himself and saw he’d grown a pair of DD Breasts.
John ran back to his room and locked the door. He then looked down at them, his shirt was ripped so he took it off. His new breasts where firm and worm to touch. John looked down at them and rubbing them for a good minute, more even then he remembered about the gun.
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