"Holy Shit!" Grace screamed as she saw her soccer ball sized breasts blimp atop her torso. Her mind whirled as the virus wormed its way through her body. She arched her back as incredible pleasure,followed by an equally strong pain, pricked her body.The feeling rose like a waking tiger as it raced from the top of her nipples to the bottom of her groin. Rising higher and higher until a climax!
"Yes!" Grace cried as the effect exploded out of her. It soon subsided, leaving Grace moaning in sweat soaked sheets.The whistleblower laid on her bed, basking in her glow. Soon she pushed herself upwards to steady her breath.
"That...that was amazing!" Grace proclaimed. She stretched to work out kinks in her body, and felt her new found weight pull slightly on her arms. Grace grimaced at the sensation, but was a little thrilled by how big she was.No doubt from the virus taking a part of her brain over. Getting up, Grace began to clean up after herself. She pulled up sheets and blankets and pillows. She didn't want to infect some poor maid as well as her desire not to leave any of her DNA behind.
Taking the soaked material, she slowly folded them--hard due to her immense bust--into smaller shapes. Finding them at the smallest she could possibly get, she took out her vacuum luggage. An amazing piece of technology that could take up to fifty pounds of weight and compress them into something as small as a backpack. And it looked like a backpack as well.
"Thank god for my once high paying salary." Grace joked. She stuffed her infected sheets into the thing, she would find a safe way to dispose of them later. After doing that, she went to work disinfecting the rest of her apartment. She took out some disinfectants that would kill the virus and sprayed them around her room. Unfortunately, these same disinfectants didn't cure a victim once they were infected. Which was good because Grace didn't want to be cured...wait, no. She did want to be cured, right?
"I can feel it getting to my head." Grace moaned. Finishing the task, Grace went to the bathroom to wash her face off. Turning on the pipes, she splashed some water onto her face. Wiping off any excess with her hands. Looking into the mirror, Grace wanted to get a better view of her new form.
Scraps of her shirt were still around her shoulder, with her new assets hanging from her chest. Her pants were stained by her juices and sweat. The woman's hair was frazzled and unkempt. She looked like a wreck!
"Damn. I look terri-" Grace's words died in her mouth as her Echo 5 communication device beeped. Running out of her bathroom, Grace hastily put it on to see the problem. Her hidden camera in front of her door revealed two drunken looking men stumbling down her hallway. And Grace was about to turn away if she didn't see the quick flash of a Shadowtech Equalizer. She gasped in shock. Shadowtech found her!
How? That question wasn't important until she escaped from her room.
Running around the room, Grace began to place whatever she could into her Vacuum Luggage. She didn't have much thankfully, as she didn't intend the place to be a long-term residence. Taking all of her clothes, shoes, pants, and valuables. Grace finished her work in less than five minutes.
There was one problem at the moment: her top. She didn't have a shirt that could act as an adequate cover. Grace chewed her lower lip as an answer tried to form in her mind. Thinking quickly, Grace pulled out a towel and wrapped it around her body. It held, but did give Grace an ample cleavage window.
"Hell~ Hey?" A voice called from behind the door. It sounded like one of the drunk men had found her room and were trying to play it off as a misunderstanding. But the woman wasn't having any of that. Opening one of her windows, Grace could see the floor all the way down. Taking a step into the cold night, Grace slowly moved down the fire escape. The cold air touched her nipples causing them to turn into fat pink peaks.
Halfway down, Grace thought she was going to make it, but a familiar aura coursed straight through her.
"Not now!" Grace pleaded. But it wasn't enough. Her breasts slowly began to grow, the strain causing her towel to slowly slip off of her. The former Shadowtech personal picked up her pace as she moved down the metal ladder. It was a harsh descent, cold steel met her large bosom.
"This sucks."
The woman's feet finally touched the ground, and just in time too, as her boobs had grown so much they blew off her towel. Grace collapsed in the alleyway, doing her best to catch her breath. Wiping her forward, Grace devised her next step of where to go. On the even and steady ground that is.
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