	"Raauugh!"
	The butcher lets out a feral roar as you perforate a clean hole through his head, eliminating the last Grineer target. Its body slumps to the floor while your comms crackle to life, "Good work Tenno, extraction is standing by." With your job done, and no nearby hostiles you take a moment to relax and reflect. It was good to finally be free again, away from that monster Alad V, and back where you belong, back among your fellow Tenno. Remembering the touch of infestation inside of you sends a shudder along your spine. It had felt demeaning, and you still feel what the Corpus had done to you. A phantom sensation of the infested flesh kept within your body, and tainted control collar that was latched around your neck, sends a shiver of unease along your spine. But you push it out of your mind, you were finally free from that Hell, there's no reason to go back.
	Silently you walk to the extraction point, enjoying the wailing winds of the desert, small holes carved into the rock carrying the noises. But you can't bring your thoughts away from something, that feeling you had just a few moments ago sticks to the back of your mind. Its hard to make it out, but it feels similar to pleasure somehow, a very indecent pleasure at that. And for some reason, you feel an urge to do something with your breasts, something necessary. Trying to take your mind off things, you pull up your sidearm and inspect it as you walk, busying yourself with impromptu weapon maintenance.
	Still the urge to do something with your chest persists, refusing to go away and making your cleaning take much longer than it should. "Mnrgh, what's wrong with me?" Mumbling to yourself you holster the vasto at your hip again. Hurrying your step you almost fall over, the balance of your body suddenly being upset. Steadying yourself, you feel a weight in your chest, "Did I leave a mag in my armor somewhere?" Patting your breasts you don't feel any protrusions, but the area seems...'firmer' than usual, "Must just be sand caught in there, I hate Mars some times." Worries quelled you continue your path to your ship, putting the growing weight of your upper body at the back of your mind, you can get the sand out once you're back on the Liset anyways. But the thoughts from before return, the faint urge to do something with your breasts becoming stronger now, influenced by the added weight on your chest.
	The bindings of your chest grow tighter as well, making your sensitive breasts begin to chafe, "Never coming back here again..." Still willing to chalk it up to sand you continue to try and ignore the sensations as your bindings continue to dig into your bosom. You freeze in your steps as a tingling starts at your breasts and then runs up to your nipples where it settles, "A-ah, what the?" Giving into the strange thoughts plaguing you, you reach up and pat your chest, and are instantly shocked by a wave of ecstasy. Warmth flows into your upper body as you begin to get lost in fondling your rack, cupping them and feeling their recently added weight. The pressure on your chest continues to grow, as does the sensitivity of your breasts, the sensations making your knees feel weak and forcing you to steady yourself up against a wall. Sliding your back against the wall, you seat yourself, unable to pull your hands away from their grip on your chest.
	Looking down, your breath pauses, where you once had a petite pair of breasts is now a boast-worthy rack. Your flesh bulges against your chest-bindings, small cracks being filled with your soft skin as your breasts try to break free. Finally it grows to be too much, and the thin yellow wraps snap away, your rack bouncing as they taste freedom and almost dragging you down face first with their impressive weight. "They're...beautiful." Palming at your tits, you suppose they're about the same size as Saryn's, though no doubt heavier than hers. A shock runs through them as you run your hands along your exposed flesh, culminating at your nipples which give off a small spurt of a white liquid. Your breath grows heavy as you feel your teats continue to grow more and more sensitive while your breasts continue to inflate. Even with their expansion and added weight, your chest seems to be able to support itself, your flesh refusing to sag and instead remaining nice and round. An urge fills you again, encouraging you to squeeze at your soft bosom, the action filling your head with a buzz of pleasure and squirting more of your milk out, the cream coming out in thicker squirts. Each spurt from your breasts causes your tits to stretch out, forced open by the amount of milk you're producing, your nipples refusing to settle back down.
	By now your breathing is heavy, and you can feel a wetness forming at your crotch, but it goes ignored as your can't pull your hands away from your bosom. You have to empty your breasts, the fluid filling your chest beginning to grow warm as you grow lightheaded. No matter how hard you squeeze your breasts seem unwilling to leak anymore however, instead you feel the milk continue to fill up, causing your chest to grow even more. Teasing at your nipples you try to coax it out, but its not use, your tits having sealed themselves shut as your rack fills up, the heat growing in them getting to feverish levels. Soon your chest has swollen large enough to look like you're wearing two halves of a roller, your breast flesh firm and blazing hot. "Uaahh, j-just empty already..." The packed up milk inside of you pushes at your skin from the inside, struggling to find a way out and building pressure behind your nipples. Your fingers begin to tweak the sensitive ends of your breasts, hoping to pop the seal that's left you so backed up.
	More and more the pressure grows, and you feel your nipples harden between your fingers, their growing firmness pushing your fingers apart. Your mind turns into a storm of pleasure so intense you have to clench your eyes, all you can feel is the sensitive firm flesh of your nipples in your hands. The pressure is overwhelming, but you feel your flesh finally begin to give, the thick globs of cream inside of your bosom making your body stretch out to make room for its escape. With a loud 'POP!', the seal finally breaks and you feel an explosion of liquid from your chest, your mind shaking in pleasure as you're caught in the throes of orgasm. Your pussy clenches as juice leaks out of it, and more milk sprays from your breasts, your liquids coating the sun-drenched sand. The overwhelming pleasure slowly recedes while you writhe against the wall, until finally you're able to peel your eyes open. The sight that awaits you causes your breathe to hitch, while your breasts had kept their size, at the end where your nipples should be are two towers of flesh. Each end in a very phallic shape, each with their own cockhead and incredibly thick.
	"What...what did I do?" You should be afraid, disgusted, horrified, any number of things, but you can't feel anything but aroused, your hands hovering slowly to your new growths. "Mmf!" As your hands grip your new lengths, you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out, the thick girths of flesh just as sensitive as your nipples were moments ago if not more so. More white liquid leaks from their tips, finally the smell getting to you and realizing just what you had been shooting from your breasts, it wasn't milk but sperm. Somehow your breasts had turned into cum-factories, glorified prostates attached to your chest, the debauchery of the situation somehow feeling right to you, like these changes are what you need. Slowly the cum leaking from your cocks leaks onto your hands still gripped around them, lubing them up and reminding you that they're there. The urge that had been pestering you finally makes sense, you need to make these dicks cum, you need to shoot all the hot jizz in your breasts out!
	Letting the thick cream from your dicknipples lube your hands up, you slowly begin to move your hands up and down, the length of each nipple at around a comfortable 6 inches for you to hold onto. The feeling of your hands running across your sensitive flesh sends jolts of pleasure through the core of your udders, the jolts then rebounding throughout your body. Your ignored pussy continues to leak onto the sand beneath you, writhing in tune with the ministrations upon your breasts' dicks. Each time you pull your hands to the tips of your nipples, teasing the frenulum, a squirt of juices pour from your lower lips to match the spray of sperm from your rack. The heat of the jism inside your breasts has reached its zenith, the roiling hot cum inside you begging to be squeezed out constantly, your hands upon your twin-lengths picking up speed with each stroke. Every time you pull on the head of your shafts, and every time you bring your hands down to the base of the rods, you shoot off an arc of creamy white liquid, but its never enough, each blast quickly being replaced by your over-productive chest.
	Desperate to empty your breasts-turned-testicles you adopt a new strategy, instead firmly gripping the base of your cock-udders and squeezing your pinkie fingers before shifting the grip to your ring fingers and then so on, by the time you reach your thumb with this method you then flick at the heads of your cocks. And it seems to work well enough, more of your cum draining from your shafts than before, making the incredible warmth pressing up against your ribs lessen as the freshly-produced sperm is shot out. But its short lasted, squirming your knees you feel more changes affecting your body, particularly your breasts. The production speed of hot cum seems to increase with your method, the warm heavy liquid inside beginning to fill your chest back up to its previous weight and then some. "J-just empty already you stupid udders!" Chastising your breasts you try to quicken your milking, more of the warm liquid passing through your urethra but still seemingly unable to beat the rate at which its replaced with more jism begging to be squirted out. "F-fuuuuuck!" Firmly gripping your cocks you point them both up as you furiously jerk them, far faster than you had done up until this point. Your mind begins to lose cohesion as the rough sensations send pleasures arcing out from your nipple-cocks, your fists thrusting up and down purely on muscle memory. White fluids arc all over your surroundings, landing on the wall behind you and even your own head, staining your head-wrappings with white protein, leaving the heady scent of your jizz hanging over your face.
	As wrapped up in the throes of pleasure as you are, you don't noticed the continued changes in your breasts. The two cum-filled sacs growing even firmer, no longer bouncing as your skin becomes tense, the cum produced inside beginning to thicken as well thanks to the incredible heat. Your twin cocks also begin to tense and shake in your own trembling grip, more blood pumping to them in preparation of whats about to happen, their flesh beginning to balloon out as changes take them too. "I-ah-I'm c-cumming!!" Unable to stop yourself you continue to jerk your nipples off while great globs of jizz fire from them, your discharges from before having been liquid but the cum arcing from your nipple-urethras landing in great thick mounds of DNA and protein. The sacks of cum you call breasts continue to empty themselves, even their over-active production losing out to the constant hosing of your fluids, but even as they empty they refused to shrink, instead plumping up as more changes take you. Your body continues to be wracked by climax as your arms grow tired from rapidly slamming your fists across your breasts' cocks, the warm flesh feeling right in your hands only egging you on and giving you more and more room to grip. 
	Slowly, the constant pour of sexual liquids dwindles, and then finally stops, finally letting your sore arms rest at your sides. As you catch your breath you look over your body again, this time spotting more changes. Warmth begins pouring into your breasts again, as you notice each one about the size of a Grineer roller, the cum-producing sacs having inflated while you were caught up in pleasuring yourself. Still you feel a dull throbbing of pressure at their tips, making you look at whats happened to your once normal nipples, the once soft flesh having hardened into two masses of flesh that still stick from your body in twin erections. At your climax you had barely noticed but now its obvious, they've doubled inside, a pair of foot long cocks penetrating your eyesight. You can barely move your arms but you have to reach up and stroke at them, a mix of pleasure and pain assaulting your mind as you feel the flesh rubbed raw from your masturbation, but something else begins to hurt as well, a bundle of flesh packing up at the base of your nipple-cocks. You pull at the lengths, trying to flatten out the growing mound and then with four heavy plops you feel the pain disappear, and instead two ballsacks swing out and smack your plump rack. The warm cum of your breasts easily flows into the two new packages attached to your nipple-lengths, making each sack hang heavy with thick bubbling jism.
	Somehow you find yourself gaining a second wind, the soreness of your arms giving way to the urge of pleasing your gigantic cocks, both of them crying out for attention. With your renewed strength your hands grip at both of your rods, your fingers barely able to meet around their incredible girth. The contact of your palms on your cum-coated lengths makes your breasts reflexively fire off a spurt of jizz, the flesh especially sensitive after all the changes its gone through, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. "G-gotta make these-ah!-these bad boys cum." Rallying yourself you slide both fists down your lengths and almost orgasm from your breasts right there, your pussy clenching as it squirts out juices to match the leakage of cum from your chest. Fighting through the clenching of your lower body you move your hands up to the heads of your cocks, their length and the size of your breasts making it almost impossible without bending your girths back. The heads of your dicks are incredibly large, each one engorged with blood and throbbing between your fingers. At the tip you can feel your urethras bulge as cum leaks from them, the hole meant for delivery dilated and giving you a nasty idea. Tightening your grip, and ignoring the shudders of ecstasy that comes from that, you rub along the tip of your cock-nipples, smearing cum onto them and lubing the twin heads up.
	Finally when both heads are equally slimed with their own liquids, you press down on both urethras at once. Your entire body goes weak as your nerves alight with pleasure, forcing you to lean back on the wall and let gravity support your hold on your cock-udders. Still you manage to dig your fingers in, spreading both cock-slits wide around your digits, and blocking the constant flow of cum from your cockheads. Without anywhere to go, you feel the sperm flowing from your breasts bunch up in your two ballsacks, inflating both packages to the size of latchers and then some. As more and more hot jism flows into the sacks you can feel them start to sweat, building up a salty musk that fills the area, even affecting yourself with its overpowering stench. And soon you're a panting mess, slick in sweat coming from the balls perched upon your breasts, and using what energy you have left to stroke the frenulum of your dicks, still keeping all of your jism plugged up with your fingers somehow.
	Each breath makes your chest shake, jiggling your heavy ballsacks while your actual breasts refuse to budge with how much creamy, thick cum is packed into them. Tensing your arms, you start to really dig into your cocks now, pushing your fingers in as deep as they can go while wringing your grip around the most sensitive part of your head. And as a result of your hard work you can feel more blood pumping to your foot-long nipples, the shafts growing harder with the added tension while pleasure stabs deep inside of them. Even your twin packages begin to tighten up, the sack pulling up against the orbs inside, squeezing itself against breast and cock flesh. "F-fuck yeaaah!!" With a shout your hands are pushed away from your breasts, both of your fingers knocked out from your cock-slits as a deluge of cum pours out. Each blast of cum consisting of scalding hot semen, packed tightly together into gooey arcs of sperm. You have zero strength left in your body as rapture takes you, your mind being fried by the overwhelming ecstasy of your climax as you blast cum into the air. It lands everywhere, the walls, the sand, and especially yourself, your armor being stained white with your cream to match your cum-stained head-wrappings. Every breath you pull in only pushes your breasts about as sperm sprays from your chest, sending wild arcs of your nasty payload out. By this point your brain is barely functioning with how strongly gripped by pleasure you are, but the few thoughts you do have are tainted by lust, promises of jerking off forever, and filling your ship with your cum. Each lewd thought is met by another fueled by your ongoing ejaculation, making you imagine yourself sticking each of your enormous cocks into your fellow Tenno, or making one nurse themselves full of your cream. Sadly, your emissions begin to slow, the incredible deluge of cum raining from your twisted breasts dying off, soon slowing down to small drips of thick salty fluids that travel down the length of your cock and pool in the cleft of your ballsack. But even with the deed done, your lengths remain erect, begging for more attention, and you can feel cum beginning to flow into your packages, your breasts already firm with jism again.