"Let me go! You pervert! What are you going to do to me!!
"I was working on this project for two years, and you think that you can make a sneaky peaky and steal it? Guess what, I needed a test subject. Wanna be one?"
"No! Let me go! This is all wrong! You're sick!" She yells, struggling against the ropes. "You have no right to do this!" Her eyes dart around the room, taking in her surroundings and searching for anything she could possibly use as a weapon or a way out.
"I got all the rights I need." He sneers, walking over to her and kneeling down. "Now, be a good girl and try not to struggle too much." With his other hand, he reaches into one of the pockets of his lab coat and produces a vial filled with an amber liquid. "This is going to make some changes in you... Let's see how well you handle them."
Tears streaming down her face, Grace sniffles loudly and looks away from Artyom, her chest heaving with anger and fear. "You're going to regret this," she spits through gritted teeth. "I won't let you do this to me." But despite her words, her body trembles slightly under his gaze.
It's too late. You already are part of the experiment now. He raises the vial and shows it to her before pouring its contents down her throat, forcing her to swallow it despite her struggles.
"No! Stop!" she coughs and sputters, tears streaming down her face. Her body starts to feel warm as the chemical takes effect. "This isn't right... I don't want this..."
But it's too late; her protests are growing weaker as her muscles begin to ache and burn.
As the chemical course through Grace's veins, she begins to feel strange. Her muscles begin to tense and flex uncontrollably as her body grows warmer. She arches her back involuntarily and gasps for air, her breasts heaving against the fabric of her top. "That wasn't the thing I wanted to make but... Let's enjoy it while we can!"
Grace growls in frustration and pain as her body changes before her eyes. "This isn't fair! You didn't tell me it would hurt like this!" She tries to wriggle free of the ropes, but they only seem to dig deeper into her skin. The heat radiating from within is almost unbearable now...
With a sudden burst of strength, she arches her back again and lets out a muffled scream into the gag. Her muscles tense and relax, hardening beneath her skin as if carved from stone...
The more the chemical react with her body, the more she transformed. Her muscles bulged and expanded as if filled with air, pushing out against her skin. Her breasts grew fuller and rounder, straining against the tight fabric of her top. Despite her struggles, he couldn't help but admire his work, grinning maliciously. "Just relax a little bit. I won't do anything bad to you."
Moaning through her gag, Grace tries to resist the changes taking place within her body. Her skin feels as if it's on fire; every muscle quivering and aching from the growing pressure within. Her breasts hurt, feeling heavy and full beneath their now-tight confinement... She wonders how much more of this agony she can endure before something gives way or snaps under the strain.
He grins maliciously at her predicament, enjoying every pained groan and desperate struggle. The transformation is nearly complete now; soon she'll be the perfect specimen of what his concoction could achieve. He leans in close to whisper into her ear, "Tell me how it feels... to finally have breasts filled with milk? Is your top tight for them? I can take it off from you if you want."
She growls into her gag and shakes her head violently, "I don't want this! I won't let you do this to me!" Her chest heaves with every ragged breath as she struggles against the ropes, her breasts straining against their confines. Tears well up in her eyes from the overwhelming pain and frustration. "Let me go..." She whimpers.
The chemical finally finished what it needed to do. She's now completely in desire,even if she doesn't wants to have. Her breasts get stuck under your T-shirt, and she started to feel pleasure because her nipples are stuck between her breasts and t-shirt. "Now now... I'm gonna free you."
Grace finally manages to wiggle free of the ropes, wincing as her abused muscles protest. "I hate you!" she spits at Artyom, clutching her aching breasts through her shirt. Tears stream down her face as she stumbles backwards, searching for an escape from this nightmare.
"Oh I know you do. You gonna tell everyone about my secret? Don't worry, i have more chemicals." He smirks. "And who told you to run away, and are you sure you want to run away?" Because of the heat of her body, because her breasts got stuck under her shirt, she got wet. Even if she doesn't wants it, her body needs me now.
Grace glares at him, trembling with anger and fear. "You're disgusting," she hisses, trying to wipe away the tears that keep falling down her face. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she backs up further, searching for a way out of this room. But every time she thinks about leaving him, her breasts grow heavy and achy all over again...
"You know that you want it too. You can't resist me." He steps closer, trapping her against the wall with his body heat. "Give in to your desires. Let me show you what we could be together..." His hands move slowly up her arms, reaching behind her neck to unclasp her bra. With a practiced ease, he pulls it away from her swollen breasts, revealing them fully for the first time since his transformation. "Look at your breasts now. They got a bit bigger, and they have milk inside now. Your nipples got hard, and they needa help from me." I played with her nipples a bit then started to suck milk from them.
Grace gasps, trying to keep her breath even as he exposes her newly enhanced breasts and begins to play with them. It feels strange... achingly good in a way that's hard for her to understand. But it only fuels her anger; she pushes against his chest uselessly as she growls through her gag, "Let me go!"
He grins, not letting up. "I'll let you go... when you say it. Until then, just enjoy." He uses his thumb and index finger to pinch a tight circle around her left nipple, rolling it back and forth between them as he sucks on her right one, drawing out a long moan from deep within her chest. "You see how good this feels? Tell me, do you want to have milk in your breasts?"
Grace shivers as pleasure and anger war within her. "I hate you... I want you to stop..." She arches into his touch, needing more even as she struggles against him. "But this feels so good..." Her breath comes in short gasps now as he works on her nipples.
His hands slide lower, cupping her newly enlarged bottom, squeezing gently before sliding upwards once more to circle around her aching breasts again. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he whispers against the skin of her neck. "Tell me..."
"Yes... I'm enjoying this... but don't make me like it..." she pants. "I want to hate you, but I can't." Her hips rock forward slightly, seeking out more contact with his hands and mouth. "Please stop teasing," she whispers, arching into his touch again. "I need... more..."
Grace gasps as he finally surrenders to her pleas, kissing and nipping at her swollen breasts before taking one hardened nipple into his mouth. Her hands fist in his hair, urging him closer as she cries out his name over and over again. "Yes... like that..." She moans, arching further into his touch as the pleasure builds within her. "More..."
His hands slip lower now, caressing her aching bottom once more before sliding upwards to cup her wet heat through her tight jeans. The fabric is no barrier for him, and with a grin, he presses against her, feeling her body tremble in response. "You want this too," he whispers hoarsely against her ear. "Admit it..."