Koral entered the testing facility uneasily, knowing exactly what she was here for, and what she was in for. She entered the room, nothing inside but 4 starched white walls, a linoleum tiled floor, a ceiling that couldn’t be looked at directly because of all the blinding fluorescent lighting, a desk, a chair, and an intercom. She was lightly pushed into the room by the guards behind her.

“Hey watch i-” The door slammed in her face. She grumbled and entered the room, wandering around.

“Prisoner number 264-J, please take a seat.” Koral's dark brown eyes darted to the intercom and she gave it a grimace. She sauntered over to the table and took a seat in the chair. Sitting there for a few seconds, fiddling with her blonde hair, which was in a ponytail, she awaited further instructions.

“Now what?” She shouted back at the voice.

“Recording. Date: January 25th, 20XX. Time: 16:25.” Silence for a second, then. “Look in front of you.” Koral looked down on herself, seeing nothing but her plain white shirt and cargo slacks, customary for the facility. She breathed a few times, watching her small chest go up and down. “The desk.” Her eyes then darted to the desk, seeing some kind of clear green screen with a hand print on it.

“What about it?” She asked casually.

“Place your hand on the indicated area now.” Koral gave the intercom another glare, then did as it told. Placing her hand slowly onto the screen, flattening it out she awaited what would happen next. The screen then flashed, and took a scan of her hand. She then felt a distinct prick into her hand and she recoiled it from the desk.

“The hell?” She rubbed it, seeing nothing on the surface of her hand. “What was that all ab-”

“You are now going to engage in a series of questioning. You are hooked up to a lie-detection software. For every bit of information you withhold from us, there will be consequences.” Koral scoffed.

“What kind of consequences?”

“We hope we don't have to make you find out.” The voice went silent for a bit, then began the questioning.

“Where were you on November 16th of last year?”

“Pfft, I doubt I can remember that far back.” Koral whipped her blonde hair and leaned back in her chair.

“Try.” Was the blunt response the voice gave. Koral tapped the table a bit, then looked up.

“At a friend's place in Olympia. Decided to crash there for a few days.” There was another pause, then a faint buzzer noise could be heard from the intercom.

“We're getting a negative signal from the lie detector. We will now induce the consequence.” Koral scoffed again, but suddenly felt a distinct sensation of some kind zipping from her hand, through her wrist, and into her bosom. Her eyes widened. What could it be? An electrical pulse to stop her heart from beating? A small stream of poison that would eat away at her body? What?!

Her answer came to her in the form of her chest rising slowly in front of her. Koral sat awe struck, watching her breasts gradually filling out her tight white shirt.

“The hell...?” Her breathe began to quicken as she stared at her body, her breasts growing more and more, her shirt stretching under the added mass of her blossoming bosom. They stopped at roughly B cups, a whole cup size than she had started. Koral poked and prodded them, their shape new and unfamiliar. “This...THIS is your way of torturing me?” Koral almost wanted to laugh if she wasn't in so much shock.

“Trust us. Its worked in the past. It will work now. It may not seem like much now. But keep lying to us and see what happens.” Koral wanted to shrug it off, but she couldn't ignore the fact that if they got too big, they could definitely kill her, or at least leave her immobile for the rest of her life. She sighed.

“Ok, ok. I WAS gonna go to Olympia...but someone convinced me to meet up with them in Sealance.”

“Someone? What is the name of this someone?”

“I dunno. Never picked up their name. Friend introduced me, can't remember what it was...” Again, she heard a faint buzzer and felt the sensation ripple through her once more. 'Damn...' she thought to herself as she felt her breasts once again push onwards into even bigger proportions. Soon B cups were long surpassed as they reached C cups, and then even D cups, the size of baseballs. The already tight shirt became even more snug, making sounds of strain audible in the silent room. As it slowed, she couldn't help but think it felt...arousing, in a way. But the feelings passed as she was left with engorged D cups and a panicked look on her face.

“OK, OK, his name was Steven. I don't know his last name, but Steven was his first name.”

“Why were you meeting up with Steven?” Koral bit her lip and swallowed hard, then continued.

“Well, he was a friend of my friend. Someone she had just met. I thought she was trying to tell me something. Like he was her boyfriend or something. So I went with them before I moved to Olympia.”

“What did you do with these two while you were out?”

'How is that any of your business?” Koral shot back curtly.

“You know how it is. Now tell us, what did you do?” Koral looked down at her bust, then sighed.

“We met up at my friend's place.”

“Name of said friend?”

“...Gloria. My best friend since middle school. We met up at her place. Met Steven. He seemed like an ok guy...” She heard the buzzing and felt her boobs pinch in her shirt, now bordering on E cups. Her breath stifled as she felt them straining the cloth. Her nipples also began to show through the white fabric. She stifled a moan and tried to continue as her now football sized mams stopped swelling. “Alright, I felt like there was something off about him, ok?” The growth stopped. She collected herself, then continued. “But it was just a feeling, he just looked kinda...off to me. But I went with it. We decided to go into town for a bit, maybe hang out at a bar. “ Koral hesitated.

“And then what?”

“We...made it to the bar...” Another shift in her clothing indicated that another growth spurt was occurring. She felt a few rips appearing around the seams of her shirt, small, almost silent ripping noises making themselves audible over the creaking of her stretched clothing. “Ooohhh” She looked at them, getting out of her excited stupor and her jaw dropped. They were now well into H cups, the size of her head. The arousal was getting to her again, but she tried to clear the fog in her head and continue.

“But...before that...we stopped at his place. Unnhh...” She felt the pleasure dissipate. “...we all went in, but he told us to wait out in the living room. He lived in a trashy place. Stuff piled everywhere. Dirt and grime. I gave Gloria this look...” she chuckled a bit. “...and she just shrugged it off saying 'don't worry, he won't be like this for long. So he comes out of his room and he has this weird look on his face...I was just really off put by this guy, what Gloria saw in him, but I just went with it...so after all that, we went to the bar...” Koral faltered, drumming her breasts mindlessly with her fingers.

The feeling was new. Every tap on the now torn shirt was sensual and somewhat arousing. She sighed in pleasure, feeling every tickle and poke of pleasure she induced by even touching her bloated boobs.

“Continue. What happened at the bar?”

Koral snapped out of it and resumed her story. “Well...we went in. Ordered a few drinks, got a bit tipsy, nothing out of the ordinary...” 

* SHRRIIP! *

A long rip ran along her left breast, and she instantly went red in embarrassment. Flesh spilled out of the hole as her breasts bloated up once more, now getting to the size of bowling balls.

“Lemme finish!” Koral said frantically as she felt the pleasure rushing back into her. “Until...ooohh...we got up to play darts. We went ooooohhh...over, and played for a bit, until this...unnnhhh...this one guy came up to Steven...he knocked him around a bit...” Koral closed her eyes tight and gripped onto the desk as a massive wave of pleasure hit her. Another tear made its way down her right breasts, revealing most of it, even some of her erect nipple. “They were both drunk...way out of it...but Steven...oooohhh...Steven really looked ticked. I don't know what his problem was, whether it was because he was drunk or not but...OHH!” Her shirt finally went to pieces, her breasts lolling out in front of her and onto the desk. “He pulled out a knife and stabbed the guy. A lot. I'd say around...I doooohhh..unnnnhhh...don't know, maybe five? Please, its all I know, just make it stop...”

“Do you know who this Steven is or what he has done in the past?”

“No...I swear, I had no idea, neither did Gloria...oooohhhh...”

“Steven 'The Carver' Linder. Not very widely known among the public, but sought after by the government. He's been at it for years. You know why you were charged?”

“...harboring a fugitive...ooohhh...”

“Correct.”

“But we didn't know! Why can't you believe us! I'm not lying...I swear...OHHH!” Koral's breasts were now borderline beach balls. They had spilled their way all across the desk and were now hanging over the edge of it. Koral's pleasure was at a fever pitch. She was gripping and massaging the massive amount of flesh she had with uncontrollable vigor.

“Are you sure about that?” Koral was sweating, shaking, and on the brink of an orgasm. The pressure exerted onto her now rapidly growing breasts was unfathomable. She cried out in pleasure, nearly shaking the room with her moans.

“OK! OK! We...we were with him for a reason....we knew...we knew all along...Gloria told me when we she first introduced me..and I just...I went with it...I don't know why...I just...we didn't care...” The desk busted under her weight and she fell forwards onto the ground, her breasts now the size of beanbag chairs. “Please, just...make it stooOOO-” Just as she tried to say it, she came. Hard. Her body rocked back and forth on her large squishy mounds in ecstasy as she experienced one of the greatest orgasms of her life. Her breasts had stopped growing and she laid there, beet red, sweating and panting.

“Very good. Miss Koral Peters, you may go to your cell for the time being. Your trial and case will be made within the next month. Until then, we advise you talk with your lawyer. The guards will see you out.” The door then opened, and two large men entered, bringing with them a wheelbarrow. They wheeled it in, getting as much of Koral in it as possible, and wheeled her out of the room.

==AFTERTHOUGHTS==

January 25th, 20XX:

New method of female torture has been proven very effective. Humane and reversible, it causes its victims to panic under its induction. Further analysis of said method will be necessary to confirm its full potential...