"Alright, my turn?" Emma said, rubbing her hard-on with one hand while holding out the other. It was phrased as a question, but Emma was Caroline's superior, and so she expected her to hand over the device for her to have a go. Caroline hesitated for a moment, but then saw Emma's eyebrow arch, and she smiled... handing the device over to her.
"Okay then, I suppose that's fair." Caroline nodded, as she turned to survey the changes she had just wrought on the unsuspecting co-workers and customers around them at that moment.
A giddy Emma, with her hard cock pulsating in her knickers, raised the device and looked for her first two victims. And whereas Caroline had a thing for swapping genitals around, Emma seemed to have a fetish of making men carry some breasts around with them. A couple in their thirties drifted into the store manager's gaze first, rounding the corner of an aisle. The woman was about 5'6" and had a decent rack on her, certainly bigger than both hers and Caroline's. Emma grinned and fired a blast of the device. Zaapp!! The woman's low-cut white shirt rapidly fell limp against her flattening chest, which soon a considerably amount of hair on it. Her husband's blue shirt meanwhile ballooned out under his coat... a button becoming unfastened as the flesh grew in underneath. His wife's D-cup tits now sat in his shirt, supported by her former white lace bra.
"Now that's a good one!" Caroline complimented Emma, folding her arms under her own boobs as she watched her boss have her fun.
"I can see this is going to be SO addictive." Emma mumbled, trying to maintain her composure. It seriously felt she was gonna cream her knickers right now. Lowering the device for a moment, the two senior staff saw Charlotte walking nearby, trying in vain to get her middle-aged penis into a comfortable position. "Charlotte, I don't think it's appropriate to be adjusting yourself like that on the shop floor, do you?" Emma berated the girl, while Caroline stifled a giggle by biting on a finger.
Charlotte glanced over at her manager and the assistant supervisor, both of whom were themselves pitching tents in their clearly restrictive trousers. And she'd seen Emma rubbing herself just moments ago. "Sorry!" Charlotte grumbled with a directed frown. Hypocrites! she then thought, making her way towards the ladies toilets upstairs. She had an idea she would have to ditch her knickers for the rest of the shift.
"That was funny Emma." Caroline laughed, getting a nod and a smirk from her boss as she tapped the device on her chin. Then she turned back to the focus of swapping. Zap!! Zaapp!! Zap!! Zaaappp!! Like Caroline, Emma fired the device several more times and observed the results.
A 10-year old boy had his 16-year old sister's C-cup breasts and black lace bra appear on his chest... distending his Transformers t-shirt.
A 50-year old blonde woman wearing glasses and wearing frumpy clothes lost her saggy D-cups as they were swapped over to a teenage boy holding hands with his cute girlfriend. Meanwhile the girlfriend herself had her perky B-cup boobs swapped to a skinny emo boy with dark hair and outrageous clothes.
And a 40-year old woman with a red ponytail and her 12-year old daughter swapped chests. The girl, on the cusp of puberty suddenly had her chest surge outwards with her mother's stretch-marked breasts, ripping her yellow t-shirt a little as they grew in. Although it was a same sex swap, Emma liked the idea of giving the young girl a head start over her friends. And besides, Emma knew the girl's mother would be developing a nice pair of perky boobs again over the next few years anyway.
Caroline just watched with awe and excitement as all these swaps were made, her husband's dick twitching in her underwear.
"How's that?" Emma asked, feeling proud of her handiwork.
"Not bad!" Caroline nodded in approval.
"Oh, wait... one more." Emma said, catching sight of two of her employees, David and Phoebe discussing something nearby. Phoebe remained as oblivious as everyone else as her B-cup tits melted into her chest, replaced by David's pecs and some modest chest hair. David for his part scratched his head, then adjusted the strap of the plain black bra that had appeared around his new 'girls'.
With some reluctance, Emma handed the device back to Caroline, who accepted graciously.
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