"Shit." Lana bent down and pulled the needle out, careful not to grab it by the plunger. She tossed the syringe into the waste bin, and walked over to the computer screen. It read, "98.4210 percent of Nanobots completed. 2.6890 percent of Nanobots unaccounted for. . ." Lana wondered where the rest of the nanobots had gone, but she had a horrible feeling that she already knew the answer. She looked down at her foot, and massaged the area which had been "infected" with the nanobots. Sitting down, she clicked on the "View Process" button. The screen flashed, "Searching for #80143-80151 (x10^256) . . . Found!" Lana held her breath and then clicked the "Locate" button. The screen read "Found! Nanobots 80:100s in condition 00.006 of 100.000, fixing at rate 2 for cautionary procedures." What this meant is that there were billions of these nanobots inside her right now, very slowly repairing an udder that was never there. It located the "most correct genetic location", which was only 00.006% correct at best, the mammary cells of a mammal, namely Lana.
Lana felt sick to her stomach, more from fear than from the nanobots. She knew that soon she would have a massive udder protruding from her body. With only two options, to shut down the computer and risk death or to allow the transformation to occur, she decided to choose the later. The chair squeaked as she plopped her firm rear into it. Lana leaned back, waiting for something to happen. It didn't take long. Suddenly she felt-- or heard, she couldn't tell which --a rumbling in her chest. She was tempted to grab her breasts and squeeze them in, to stop them from changing, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. A warm feeling filled her chest, and when she looked down, she saw about eight little bumps sticking out of her lab coat. She screamed when, after opening the top of the coat, she found four nipples on each breast, each the length of her little finger. The warm feeling continued, and Lana's tits began to grow, slowly at first, then faster. Each breast expanded in size two fold, then three, then four. Soon her screaming was muffled by her tit flesh, and the chair that she sat on looked as if it was about to be crushed under the weight. Without warning, the growth stopped, and Lana let out a sigh of relief. Her breasts were now as big as the cow and it's udder put together. She leaned forward a bit, when she realized that she had just made a very big mistake. Her massive, and yet very firm, breasts slid forward, smashing the large computer. The nanobots now had no directions, and so they would just continue whatever their last command was-- forever.
Lana rolled out onto the cold lab floor, her breasts each the size of a large bean bag, her eight nipples each as thick as a soda can, and three times as long. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her back. Lana lay on her side, her massive titties in front of her. Suddenly she felt a warm feeling where the pain used to be. Reaching her hands to her back, the unfortunate woman felt eight more nipples growing on two swelling lumps. The two extra breasts, after reaching the size of her first two, stopped growing. Lana started squirming on the floor and began to cry. Suddenly she realized something. Her huge breasts were full of milk. Not only that, but in the presence of lactic acid, nanobots began reproducing, it was a minor bug which Lana now considered to be major. She felt a tightening sensation in her four breasts as the her milk was rapidly being transformed into more nanobots. She knew that if she didn't get them out of her body somehow, they would start producing more of these massive breasts on her.
After a few seconds, she realized how to reach her goal. Lana closed her eyes and imagined herself as a mother, with babies sucking on her eight nipples. With her eyes closed, Lana began to massage whatever parts of her breasts she could reach. The feeling was so intense that she thought she might orgasm. All of a sudden, the tension built up in her massive boobs began to disappear. Lana opened her eyes and saw her milk squirting all over the room. The nanobots were flowing out in her milk! After about three minutes, her massive sacks were empty. Lana stood up, about one inch deep in milk, and looked at her reflection in the Cold Storage Room's metal door. What she saw was herself with four huge, empty layers of skin hanging from her chest and her back. Four of her nipples reached the ground, the other four were a few inches off of it. Lana began to cry again as she felt a warm flowing sensation in her chest. Slowly the sacks inflated again. Lana, with huge milk filled breasts, wobbled her way to the telephone on the desk and picked up the receiver.
She punched a few numbers and, after a pause, said, "Is Sam Torel there? . . . Hi, Sam. There's been a few problems at the nanobot lab. . . No, no. They worked fine. A bit too well. . . I-- ... I have something to show you when you get here. . . . .
"No, it'll be a ... surprise."