Chris admired his new smooth muscular body and started to look through all the canisters on the table. As he was pawing through them he accidentaly bumped the spray top of one of them making his body get hit by a misting of spray.
He looked at the Canister in shock, it said BUSTY.
His chest felt odd, tingly and slightly itchy, and strangely sensitive as the fabris rubbed on his nipples. His nipples themselves seemed larger pressing out against the fabric of his shirt.
The chest below his nipples started to swell and grow, at first as small conic mounds pressing against the fabric, Then they grew larger and rounder straining the cloth as massive globes. Buttons popped as the breasts grew larger, becoming watermelon sized mounds of feminine flesh on his masculine chest. His popped buttons gave his shirt a very low-cut look that barely restrained his mounds. How could it get any worse.
Just then he heard a voice behind him, a male voice.
"Hi, I am just checking in to see how the sales reports are going".
It was Eric, his manager. He turned to face him, his hands across his chest in a futile effort to restrain his mounds.
"It's... it's fine..." Chris said nervously.
"That's good" Eric said, a smile on his face as his eyes drifted to Chris's cleavage. "I'd love to see you in the office later." His eyes were on Chris's cleavage still. "... with a copy of the report I mean." he added after an awkward pause.
Chris breathed a sigh of relief as Eric left his cubicle. Why was Eric eyeing his chest? Eric was strait, he always ogled his secretary.
