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— Dr. Levitt, are you messing with me?! — Garrett Wilson's voice boomed through the library, though he was clearly trying to hold himself together. He had to leave an important meeting—one where multimillion-dollar deals were on the line—simply because his body suddenly started acting… strange. At first, it was just a light tingling in his chest, something he tried to ignore. But soon the sensation became unbearable. Something was definitely wrong.
Garrett had slipped away from the conference room, leaving behind the delegates still deep in their discussions and slightly puzzled by his abrupt exit. He moved to the far corner of the library, hoping no one would overhear his conversation with the doctor. Yet, even in this secluded corner, he felt prying eyes on him, like needles pressing into his back.
— Garrett, let’s keep calm here, — Levitt said, his tone intentionally casual, as if this were just an ordinary call. — Just explain again, slowly. What exactly is happening?
Garrett gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.
— Calmly? Levitt, my body is changing right before my eyes! — his voice cracked, though he struggled to keep it down. — I feel my chest… Damn it, it's growing! Swelling, almost!
The doctor hesitated for a moment, as though he was about to answer, but Garrett cut him off, the urgency in his voice clear. He needed to get back to the meeting before they started making decisions without him—an oversight that could lead to disaster.
— Levitt, hurry the hell up! I took your “health pill” this morning, Levitt, because today was critical! — Garrett was almost growling, holding the phone as though it were an enemy he wanted to crush. His hand was shaking, but not from fear—this was pure, unrestrained fury. — I should be at that meeting, signing contracts, closing deals! And instead, I'm hiding out in a library because my… my chest, oh God! — His last words came out as almost a shriek, a sound that horrified even himself. He could hear his own voice, now high and melodic, like that of an upset woman, and a fresh wave of panic and anger swept over him—it was only getting worse.
His chest was indeed growing, and now there was no way to hide it. His expensive, perfectly fitted sweater—his pride and mark of status—now felt foreign and ridiculous. It hung loosely off his narrowed shoulders, making his silhouette strangely fragile, while his now-enlarged chest stood out, unmistakably visible beneath the thin fabric. Garrett felt as if his body was refusing to obey him, as though it was living its own life. And when he glanced at a young man passing by—a tall, athletic guy with an open yet slightly puzzled expression—he felt something completely foreign: a light, warm tingling in his chest, and his nipples stiffened painfully against the fabric.