Luna is trapped in the office and can't get home. A strange offer is made that might allow her to see her boyfriend, but these deals are sometimes to much to handle. (This story is only on my Patreon All-Access tier.)

After scratching at her head, Luna made her way to the break room.  “I think I need a cup of coffee to clear my head.”  She shivered.  “Ughh.”  As she turned the coffee machine on, she felt her body heat up, even despite the freezing temperatures.  “Oh god.”  Luna rubbed her rear end against the cabinet.  “I feel so fucking itchy all of a sudden.”  She scratched at her pants.  “Oh god.  Oh fucking hell.”  As her hand moved up and down, Luna could feel her nails digging in more and more.  “Oww!”  She switched to using the palm of her hand to rub her now tender ass.  “God damnit.  I wasn’t even trying to scratch myself with my bloody nails.”

              Luna gasped as she noticed her fingernails were now over double their original length and painted bright pink.  “What in the world?”  Luna suddenly bent over as her right hand grabbed her chest.  “Ughh.  I. . . my chest.  It’s. . .”  She moaned.  “It’s throbbing.”  She licked her lips as sweat began to drip down her cheeks, and she rubbed the side of her breasts.  “My. . . babies feel so constricted.”  Luna tore at her suit, trying to free her tender boobs from their imprisonment.  “Oh god.  Like these nails are getting in the way.”  She struggled with the buttons.  “And my breasts. . . they are. . . ughh. . . pulsing.” 

              Beneath her hands, her chest throbbed, forcing her body forward.  “Ughh.”  Luna moaned as the fabric on her suit ripped and tore.  “So tight.”  She moaned as her lips plumped out.  “Ughh, god.”  She squeezed the side of the cabinet with one hand and her ass with the other as her babies swelled again, popping off a button from her chest.  “Ohh fuck.”  She waved her head about.  “I. . . just a little more.”  Her tender breasts pressed tighter and tighter against her shirt.  “Just. . . a little. . . ughh.”