A jolt of sharp pain, and “Jane’s” body surged with a sudden buzzing, high-voltage, volatile energy. Before she even knew what was going on, her hair was a frizzy blast of boingy pink neon curls and her skintone glowed an unnatural coral color to match.
Her chest felt distressingly heavy.
Looking down, she could see that her upper chest had absolutely exploded outwards (& downwards) into a fat pair of H-cup pornstar-sized tits, stretching out a tight tank-top that had been a loose-fitting T-shirt mere moments ago. Her swollen, bloated breasts tingled with an intense, pressurized sensitivity, gnawing at her brainstem with an irritatingly periodic radial pulsation. Her stretched skin burned – her big boobs felt like they were going to burst!
Her whole frame shook as her nervous system arced with overwhelming stimulation. Her knees collapsed inwards. Her inner thighs rubbed against each other nearly automatically as a red-hot warmth continued building in her lower pelvic region. Her whole body trembled, wiggling and jiggling nigh-involuntarily, bouncing rhythmically in swing with the chaotic kinetic impulses of her new supercharged body-chemistry.
Three directives now danced across her supersaturated brain on endless loop, melting her former mind in real-time:
PLAY. FUCK. PARTY. PLAY. FUCK. PARTY. PLAY…
She flushed red.
“What have you done to me!?” her shrill voice cried out in an unfamiliar soprano.