As Bill, looked over his new body. The clothes baggy, in all the wrong places, and tight in them too. His hips making the trousers looked painted on, as they were plastered to his plump, perfect ass, and gorgeous round hips. The bust was stupendous even hidden beneath his shirt.
Like a child playing dress-up, it hung loose, his narrower shoulders, and shorter arms made him look ridiculous, and oddly vulnerable at the same time.
"Fuck..." Bill swore, but stopped immediately, hearing her new voice. It hadn't sounded like anger, or frustration, instead, like an invitation, a demand to be satisfied. The agents tried to reassure her, "We've seen the transformation, we can testify that you are still the same man."
Bill stamped her foot, "Well, I'm not still the same man, am I?" Her voice rising towards the hysterical, as she scratched at her arms. Hugging herself, Bill tried to crush her bust back, to somehow restore a flatter, masculine chest. Instead, she only confirmed the size, heft, and sheer size of her new bust.
Looking impossibly pert, and firm. Bill's nipples were pressing her shirt forward with a passion it was impossible to deny.
Even as Bill took in her new body, her lower eye-line, her body she felt a twinge of pain. Instinctively, she started ripping off her clothes. Tossing the jacket on the ground, her bust gave a heavy shimmy, as she threw it down. But, that didn't ease the pain. Moments later, she was scrabbling for the buttons on her shirt. The long crimson nails making it far more difficult than she could've believed.
The agents looked on horror-struck, confused, concerned that this was a bimbo side-effect.
"It burns... it burns..." Bill wailed, as she ripped the shirt free from her trousers waist. Again her bust shimmied, side to side, as she pulled it off over her head. Stamping angrily on the shirt, she stood on the collar, until the sleeves, surrendered to the inevitable, shredding and falling to pieces.
Her skin revealed, it was inflamed and red. The damned injection had made her allergic to clothes. Everything she wore felt like it was made of nettles, any contact with her skin agony.
The belt was easy, her small waist meant it was already several inches to large. The zipper slid down, driven by the strain from her wider hips, and full ass. Realising her pain, one of the agents jumped to help her undress. The boxers followed, not tailored for the contours they contained. Bill's feet were red as lobsters, as they were pulled off.
Fanning herself with the her arms, Bill was left face to face with her image half-reflected in the window. The Surgeon had certainly got his revenge. This humiliation, worse than he could've imagined. Briefly, he considered the sweet oblivion that would have come with the full injection. The blissful ignorance, of not waking to find this damned body every morning.
The pain faded, as quickly as it arrived, leaving her naked and embarrassed. Not even the temptation of covering her nudity could ease her indignity.
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