"They said that there were rules I had to follow. That there were acceptable standards I was to enforce. Can you imagine that? Really? Trying to limit this power? Trying to limit me?"

Naoki could hardly hear the soft, yet forceful, diatribe. The words touched her mind, but they did not stick. The upset ramblings merely slipped from her thoughts and trickled away. Her attention was upon... other developments. She could hear in her altered state, but she could hardly bring herself to understand, and even less could she bring herself to care.

It had been rather harmless, the way in which the purple-hued rabbit had found that cool, metallic canister. Earlier that day it had been sitting idly amidst a pile of scrap metal at a local, less-than reputable second-hand shop. At the time, he hadn't any need for a canister of compressed gas, and he certainly had no need for "Tetrafluoroethylene". Yet, somehow he found himself drawn to the container despite the irrelevance of its declared contents. Even if he could think of no purpose for it, there was just something... unspeakably alluring about the vessel. Something in the sloping curve of the upper dome, the gentle swells of the rounded base... something drew his vision deeper into the shining, slick glint of the cylinder. The hard angles and the crimped grip of the nozzle valve kept his attention locked. The lines of the object teased his vision, coaxing his gaze into following a forever-looping path about its details, causing his thoughts to dim gently toward distraction. After an hour-long spell of deep reverie and staring, Naoki was broken from his trance by the irritated rebuke of the shop owner. The rabbit had purchased the container immediately.

"I hardly think I need to describe my shock at the mere suggestion. Telling a sublime goddess she cannot do as she pleases? Nonsense. Besides, I made no plea for membership in their little club. Why should I have any reason to abide by their ridiculous guidelines? I shall do as I please, whenever I please."

Once he had managed to heft the cylinder back to his lab, Naoki had set upon studying it promptly. His fingertips wandered along the crimped valve, tracing through the cool valleys of gleaming chrome. He let his eyes slip along the polished, somewhat scratched metallic surface. The rabbit was immediately transfixed from the moment he set the vessel upon his workbench, his gaze trapped in the swirling eddies of grooved alloy, swept into the vast rivers of shining, promising, glinting metal. The threaded spiral nozzle moved in circular regularity, the solid spigot somehow pulsing with a faint and otherworldly flow while remaining perfectly still. Naoki was deeply intrigued, pulled below the surface of fascination, plunged deeply inward, drowning in a feedback of fascination and investigation.

"Still... There seemed to be some truth to what they said. I did find myself remarkably weak after my first few days, much to my chagrin. I will admit the sudden lack of energy caught me unawares. I can still think of no reason for the sudden plummet in my power... It was such a heady, overwhelming experience to wield it in the first place, I never would have anticipated it ever being depleted, particularly not by something as simple and trivial as giving a dozen or so hapless boys sets of gorgeous tits."

The mere shape of that container had taken him in, completely seizing upon his focus and pulling him under. His wide eyes caressed the glimmering sliver surface with a deep gaze, the merest act of looking into the canister unlike any experience he had felt before. The metallic cool of the cylinder pressed against his mind as he sat fixated. It had tugged so gently at his thoughts, coaxing his fingertips outward, alluring his touch to run delicately against the valve knob. Through hazy eyes Naoki realized, faintly, that he was not in control of his paw, nor any of his own actions. He also realized that he didn't care. Not in the least. There was too much promise at stake to not surrender to this siren song. He loosened the valve without a second of hesitation, trying to open the canister to release whatever pressure was within.

Every turn of his fingertips seemed to urge him further onward. A quarter turn felt somehow thrilling. A delicious tension arced through the rigid canister and into Naoki, quivering upward through his fingertips. It felt as if the canister were becoming even more taught. As one hand traced lightly against the crimped nozzle, his free paw caressed delicately along the cylinder's smooth surface. He could hardly fathom it, but somehow the vessel felt as if it were leaking sensations directly into his touch, sensations a chemical cylinder had no business in conveying. His breathing began to deepen as another quarter turn of the valve sent a powerful spasm of unknown joy rippling across the metal. It echoed across the shining chrome, ricocheted against his fingers, sung along his arm, and landed squarely in his brain. The rabbit adjusted his labcoat for a moment, releasing his grip upon the canister only long enough to catch his breath and assure himself of his proper protection. His lab jacket was a rather tight fit, clinging to his boyishly svelte, lithe figure in an almost revealing way. For an inward moment, he took some assurance that his body was at least partly hidden. He wasn't sure why touching this canister, simply studying it, was exciting him so much, but he was quickly growing erect.

"I hate to say it, but spending that time back in that... prison was actually refreshing, somehow. Almost rejuvenating. But at the same time, limiting. Being held in there is not unpleasant, quite the contrary, but it is very hard to... focus. Very hard to control my thoughts in there. Escape was more refreshing that sleeping within, so I suppose I should be thankful to you for your assistance. You know, I almost felt compelled to offer you some form of gratitude when you released me, just now? That is very rare. I am typically not so generous, nor so stereotypical."

The stiff canister played tricks upon Naoki's eyes. It seemed to contract slightly at the base, before the inward pull swept upward along the surface in a rolling surge. The rabbit watched intently, mesmerized at once as his trembling fingertips again reached forward. He ran the back of his knuckle lightly against the surface of the metal, from base to top. Then, without reason or purpose, he gripped firmly upon the valve... and opened it a full revolution. A moment of quivering, silent anticipation hung thick upon the air. Naoki's eyes refused to blink. 

With a heavy, wet sound the opened nozzle suddenly spilled forth violently. Without warning, a cascade of thick white liquid ejected from the threaded nozzle of the canister. The stuff spat forth from the cylinder in ropes, gushing out in undulating pulses, the stiff metallic surface of the container somehow throbbing along its entire length in unreal waves. The shiny, slick, slippery stuff that spat from the spigot splattered and seeped, slowly slithering across the surface of Naoki's workbench. He could do nothing, his attention so firmly locked upon the vessel that the world around him almost seemed to fade into nothingness. He watched as the surreal liquid caught the laboratory light in a mind-bending way. He could see reflected images of himself in the ribbons of pulsing goo as they rocketed through the air, twisting in corkscrew spirals, warping his likeness into distorted parodies of himself. 

Heavy clouds of pink mist hissed in accompaniment to the thick, white splurts. Like an escaping sigh of satisfaction, dark and low, it sounded almost like a teasing voice - a seductive pull at Naoki's ears. The rising haze was beginning to condense, to contract into something thicker as it rose upward into a cloud above the rabbit's head. But he couldn't see it. He couldn't bring himself to pay attention to it. Instead, only the canister existed in his universe, its unearthly appeal fixing his gaze tightly and drawing his attention closer with every moment. The trembling, drawn out, thick and pulsing contractions began to drag Naoki closer. Every throb, every undulation made the cylinder that much more dense with unreal, enchanting allure. Naoki's mind began to feel heavy. His very brain was overwhelmed with a peculiar resonance to this display, this ongoing process of exotic pressure and release. 

He reached forward suddenly, unable to resist the call any longer. The rabbit's hands messily impinged upon the path of the ejected white, thick liquid. He felt his fingertips, arms, and elbows as they were met with a splatter of shining fluid goo. It slipped and glided across his flesh, through his fur. It was sensual and surreal as it dribbled and slithered across his skin. It was an alien demonstration of pleasure, and a discovery of sudden temptation. He held the cylinder firmly, both hands upon the thrumming length as he pulled it closer, letting it splatter across his chest now as the desire became too great to supplant. Naoki's lips trembled as he felt his new found urges overwhelm his mind. The movements of his body felt inevitable... and somehow right.

Naoki leaned forward, kissing his lips gently against the spilling, splattering nozzle. He sealed his mouth to the cylinder's exit with sudden, unexpected determination, his eyes closing as the forceful exit of the goo was rerouted into his body. 

It tasted somehow fantastic. He could not identify the flavor - he had never sampled anything quite like this before. The touch of the slippery stuff along his cheeks and tongue gave him an overwhelming shot of emotion: Warm, heavy, comfortable, exciting, powerful, rotund. The feelings mixed into a miasma of promise, blotting out his rational thoughts and urging him into a spiraling decent of lusty need. The impossibly compelling sensations drove him to swallow in huge gulps, thinking of nothing as he fellated the splurting exit nozzle. Thinking of nothing, except, that he needed more.

More. 

The rabbit held the cylinder for dear life, drawing his body toward the canister and clinging to it as he wobbled against the workbench. Thick rivulets of white flowed into and over his body, leaking trails of polymer ooze streaming down his cheeks in gluttonous excess. His throat began to fill rapidly with the liquid as the goo swirled past his cheeks and raced downward, coating his internal tissues with something strange and slick. Oddly, the heavy payload seemed to dissolve before it could reach his stomach. His belly felt no heavier in specific, strangely, but his body began to tremble under some hidden increased mass. As the white river rocketed in pulsing contractions down his throat, he could feel the new weight suddenly dissipate and spread. It was as if each drop from the canister were being routed through his blood and body, adsorbing immediately into the flesh, being proportioned and distributed throughout his being. A stream of pink haze leaked from Naoki's nostrils slowly, twisting and rising in lazy loops to join with that condensing cloud that hung heavy in the air above his head. He continued to descend into his experience, oblivious to his surroundings as his body began to rebel.

With every thick splash from the canister, Naoki could feel a warming, growing comfort as his body became a bit fuller. A slight plumping sensation began to nudge at the bottom of his hips as he gulped down every thick flow. A pleasant pressure rubbed and nuzzled at his bottom from the inside. He was aware of a plush, jiggling fullness that delighted his senses as his hips pushed outward from his previously boyish figure. The fabric of his pants groaned, his labcoat inching upward slowly as his new shape pulsed and throbbed into existence with every swallow. Naoki was too far gone to stop the change at this point, despite recognizing the sudden and unwarranted growth. He continued to indulge himself intensely as his ass pushed outward, the new soft flesh filling his clothing to a taught limit. His buttocks puffed and flowed outward, becoming voluminous, shapely, purely callipygian. Naoki stumbled awkwardly in adjustment to the new asset, his wide, unmale hips clumsily bumping nearby flasks from his workbench to the floor in a shattering display. Naoki paid the accident no mind, instead pulling himself up onto the workbench entirely, swollen backside presented to the air as he continued to suckle the unknown bounty of the canister.

His thighs joined in the revolution, pushing outward against the narrow thinness of the previously svelte male to join something much more feminine and abundant. His creaking, overfull pants would have no more at this point. The weak fabric ripped loudly, tearing itself to shreds beneath Naoki's labcoat, the fragments of the garment frayed and loosely hanging from his calves and lower legs. The sudden release of his rounded, newly feminine buttocks made Naoki gasp loudly, his lips releasing the nozzle only long enough for another pulsing splash to cover his face with shining white plastic goo. As the cascade of synthetic liquid slipped frictionlessly from his features, it left them somehow transformed. 

As Naoki's mouth fumbled to reclaim its position, he became dimly aware of his lips. His sudden facial had left him with engorged, full, pouting lips. They were silken soft and plush, wonderfully delicate and warm as they once again surrounded the exit valve and continued to suckle from that unending supply. His waist was the next to revolt, the mass there seeming to reduce, tucking inward toward an unmasculine figure, displacing weight from his midsection and stomach to force it elsewhere in his body. A shiver of overwhelming joy accompanied the redistribution. Naoki let out a muffled reply of ecstasy as two loud, meaty "schlop!" sounds came in tandem, a sudden sensitivity and tension under his labcoat burning into his mind with delicious promise. Every swallow from the canister was on a direct link now, pumping deep into his body with a distinct purpose that he could not resist in the least. Wave after wave of heavy, wonderful pressure began to collect in the core of his chest. It swam there, teasingly condensing, building pressure, promising release into fullness, but building only anticipation. It would not yield satisfaction in the least - at least, not yet.

Instead, Naoki could feel his now-exposed nether regions begin to respond to every wave of throbbing white. As he sat upon the bench on his knees, his chest hovering above the workspace, his ass raised behind him, the rabbit felt a growing anticipation. Every moment brought him that much further along, that much closer to satisfaction - and yet he was still so far from what he desired. The passionate taut sensation pulled and pushed at him from the inside. Instinctively he began to grind against the benchtop, periodically releasing his pouting lips from the nozzle to feel the friction of the labcoat against his shaft as he slid his body against the steel surface. He quickly returned to drinking from the miraculous fountain each time, but every giddy, lusty grind against the table was accompanied by a thrumming growth from his cock. He could feel the length expanding, rubbing up against the bottom of his stomach, teasing at his navel, thickening and pulsing with need as it soon tented the inside of his labcoat. Behind him, his rounded testicles followed suit, almost seeming to inflate and plump along with the irresistible waves of liquid and pleasure. It felt to the rabbit as if his testes were taking in every drop gushed down his throat, storing and saving the luscious synthetic cream, soon stretching to double and redouble in size. The massive set of balls Naoki felt pulling at his groin were heavy with purpose in his mind, and any onlooker would have seen the plump orbs framed against the impossibly curvaceous allure of his newly feminine buttocks. 

Suddenly, Naoki felt an impossible presence within his torso. His arms gripped firmly against the canister, holding and rubbing the shuddering length desperately as each shuddering splatter grew in intensity, rather than dwindling. The slick substance was taking quickly taking him over from the inside, concentrating and radiating, compacting invisibly somewhere in his chest while simultaneously spreading outward to change his body. His buttocks did not stop its outward spread, nor did his hips, his shaft, or his testes. Every lurid, messy gulp made him that much more full, that much more plushly expanded. However, despite the immediate pleasure of his expanding flesh, Naoki soon felt that hidden portion becoming urgent. It started as a slow, almost faint tickling need, but quickly it elevated itself into an unfathomable desire he could not abate. At last, Naoki had no choice: He released the canister clumsily, his paws flying to his chest as he began to rub and slide his flat torso against the cold steel table, frantically pawing at his disappointing nipples. His whole body was rocked with an overwhelming image - an image of himself larger, thicker, softer and more wonderful than it had been moments before. He felt a sudden stiffness behind his nipples, an electric thrill of lust as they pointed outward with tense pleasure, growing slowly. He continued to grope at his unsatisfying chest through the fabric of his labcoat, his body grinding against the table to please his expanded shaft. His heavy body rocked and slickly slipped upon the workbench, and all the while the canister's throbbing flow ejected streams of white, splashing the fluid across his back and butt. With every stroke against the table, with every undulation of his body back and forth, the rabbit could feel that hidden tension getting closer. He could feel it rising upward, like a bubble hidden so deep and thick within the innermost core of his being. He could sense it straining, thick barriers to internal pressure bugling and swelling, promising to burst forth in a moment's notice! Naoki was desperate. He needed that pressure to gush forth! He needed the heavy promise that it whispered into his mind! The rabbit furiously pawed at his own body, feverishly touching and rubbing, grinding and flowing in a pool of slick white fluid. He slipped a paw under his labcoat, tweaking and pulling at his nipples one after the other in intense need, wanting more than anything to increase that pressure to a point when it might break free!

A moment of pure, silent tension suddenly filled Naoki's body. He felt himself on the trembling tip as time stopped for an instant, and an eternity. The pressure was distant, and yet inevitable. The anticipation could grow no further. Naoki held his breath on the edge of bliss... and at last, that internal pressure within his chest released. Potential, raw and unfettered, rolled toward the entrance to his mind and body. 

And then, in a direct, overwhelming experience, the pressure within crashed forward with a force that nearly broke his mind.

In a single instant, Naoki's chest trembled forth with incredible mass. The intense, massive pressure which had collected behind his nipples gushed free against his body in a flood of flesh and pleasure, swelling and rounding into hugeness. Naoki's labcoat had no hope of survival - Buttons were decimated, flung from the useless covering in an instant as his chest expanded in a sudden burst of existence. His white jacket was simply forced open, rendered useless as his body rose from the workbench under the influence of the unstoppable, jiggling release of his new chest. Naoki could feel it all, emotions and pleasures enough to fill a year, inundating him in mere moments. 

The process was not the slow, gradual swelling which had graced his backside. These blessings were immediate, intense, and irreversible. There had been nothing, there had been anticipation, and then... hugeness. He could feel the instantaneous, rebellious, immense breasts as they swelled out from his chest. He could feel their expansion into his paws, his hands groping in need and lust as his new bosoms exploded from his previously boyish figure. The warm, soft flesh filled his palms, spreading his fingers apart as their softness overflowed deliciously. Naoki's areola spread wide against the backdrop of his boyish nipples, growing against the brash and unstoppable mounds of his new mammary gifts even as the nipples thickened and puffed into erect, stiff teats. He could feel those assets [i]thrust[/i] themselves into being. They were arrogant and irrepressible. They were impossible to hide or control. They were full of undiluted pride that seemed to root into the very base of his psyche, bleeding into his thoughts to make [i]him[/i] proud at their flagrant display of raw size. In mere moments each cup of his new bosom was easily larger than his head, their initial burst slowly to a gradual roll that pushed his limits further. The weight and perk of his chest was presented to the world in an almost egotistical display of attention, as if to refute any possibility of ignoring their massive influence. They were soon no longer mere breasts. These were tits, pure and simple.

The sudden flood of pressure and pleasure from behind his chest overwhelmed Naoki completely. When he felt the bottom of his new tits being painted by the ejaculate from his own cock, the sensations of orgasm seemed small and insubstantial compared to the release given to him from his new, heavy rack. The experience broke his mind in the most wonderful way, trapping her attention inwardly, making her greedily hungry for the carnal pleasures of her own transformed body. As the peak of her new found bliss slowly descended into a heady afterglow, the canister slowly ceased to pulse. It merely drooled from the spigot.

The rabbit caught her breath slowly, panting deeply, her body rising and falling gently upon her fantastic new assets. Her rump remained in the air, her slick shafthead poking at the underside of her cleavage with every breath. She could feel the oozing white liquid inside her now as she closed her eyes. It ran in her veins, it pumped trough her heart, and it sustained her life. It dribbled from the slit of her shaft, and leaked from the tips of her mammoth tits. 

Somewhere in the midst of the overwhelming experience, Naoki had made a wish. That wish had been granted. And that wish was 'More'.

Though the cylinder had ceased to flow with the slick bounty she desired, her body was now filled with that precious fluid. Her flesh was ripe, plush, and soft with the fullness of that white liquid. She was at once a storehouse and factory, her internal organs now churning and pumping deep inside her abundant flesh for a single purpose: To make more of the prized, slippery polymer that had created her. It had been her wish to have more, and now she would have more than she could imagine. 

For her part, Naoki was oblivious to everything except the pleasure of the cylinder and the transformation it had blessed upon her. To the outside observer, the rabbit would have appeared flush with the bounty of that container: A shemale rabbit, thick about the rump and thighs, with a huge erection, and a massive rack to match. As she lay in afterglow, lazily pawing at her new chest, Naoki was lost in her new body, focused there and nowhere else. 

She had no concept of that purplish, hazy cloud that had finally condensed above her head. She had not seen the colored vapor coalesce into a denser mist, nor did she notice as a figure finally emerged from the foggy smoke. Naoki did not hear it as the new creature sighed in satisfaction, stretching her limbs back into reality, forging her own body into existence from the smoke that had been expelled by the canister. No, Naoki was too busy, too lost in her own haze. The rabbit tugged at her new nipples, a glazed look of distant pleasure upon her eyes as she felt her body priming, churning... preparing to produce 'More' already. 

So it was that Naoki did not see the teflon mink djinn emerge from the cloud, resplendent in her harem attire and sumptuous in her curvature. Naoki couldn't even so much as respond when the mink began to talk, recounting the details of some past infraction, detailing the events that had trapped her in the cylinder to begin with. But then, Teff seemed to have no problem with Naoki's distraction. She did adore an audience.

"You know," the genie said slowly, walking to the workbench and teasing a fingertip under the inattentive Naoki's chin. "You are quite a good listener. It was such a pleasure to talk without being interrupted. I think you may be the first person who has refrained from hounding me for a wish when I reveal my true nature, as well. Perhaps, I should reward you with you a wish, after all. Perhaps I should grant you some deep, deep desire."

Naoki rubbed her paws against her bosom again, a distant and dreamy smile upon her lips as she sat, massaging her cock into the underside of her tits. She seemed almost immobilized by her mass, and perhaps all the happier for it.

"Then again," the genie said with a smirk, picking up the canister and closing the valve tightly, "maybe I already have."