Sadie's first transformation: Timed Released Nereidyl Breast implants 2.0! (Patreon)

Sadie couldn't help but look down at herself in concern. Where her vision could easily scan down the length of her slim body before, she found her range of sight now quickly obscured by the rising, twin mounds of perfectly rounded breast flesh.

She breathed in deeply, or at least tried to before gasping out uncomfortably. She was still wholly unaccustomed to the pressure the implants exerted upon her chest. She breathed out in a sigh, her right hand sliding over the curve of her breast's tight skin.

At least there's no pain, she thankfully thought to herself, the combination of Dr. Krieger's deft, surgical handiwork and the minute dose of regenerative Nereidyl compounding down a procedure with weeks of recovery into her feeling as if almost nothing happened after only 3 days. Nothing, she noted somewhat bitterly, asides from the fact that her chest was now stuffed with these enormous orbs, each filled to the brim with 800ccs of Nereidyl each.

The Nereidyl... she began to muse, and a wave of anxiety crashed through her. In her mind's eye, she could already see her breasts expanding beyond all reason as she watched on helplessly, the thought making her shiver ever so slightly. In reality, she could already feel the ever present tingle of the serum slowly escaping the porous shell of her implants, soaking her breast tissues with the serum that would inevitably cause them to grow, and grow, and grow...

A loud clack startled Sadie out of her reverie as her holding room's intercom speaker came to life, "Come now, silly Sadie!" Alice's voice chided cheerily over the speakers, "They won't disappear from you staring at your chest for hours on end!" she giggled, "Now, be a good girl and finish getting dressed, you'll be collected shortly to be presented to at the next board meeting," she continued, her voice gaining a colder, more sinister edge, "I'm curious to see what they will decide to enhance next!"

Sadie swallowed hard, looking up at the surveillance camera recording her, "Y-yes, Miss Alice..." she murmured, already feeling her anxiety quickly swelling within her.

As bothered as she was, she still complied and began dressing quickly, stealing furtive glances of her own figure in the mirrored wall that made up the opposite end to her chambers. Even through all her worries and fears, she still could feel a growing sense of morbid thrill through it all, the feeling only making her chide herself silently at her own stupid emotions...