It had started with enough good intentions. An attempt to boost the fertility of certain animals, plants and fungi to increase the food supply. To increase their ability to breed, and feed their young. However, it quickly became apparent that the contamination protocols were incomplete in the lab.
It had started with a few of the lab technicians complaining on their lunch break. Until it became clear that there was more than coincidence behind the pattern of complaints. Bras seemed to be getting too small, or seeming to. An increase in tenderness, boosted sensitivity were just jokes, at first.
But, as the conversations were overheard, some of the male lab technicians blushingly confessed to that same sensitivity, and a certain loss of firmness in their pecs. A meeting was hurriedly called, and all the staff were assembled. The researchers, cleaners, any one and everyone who had contact with the lab seemed to be affected.
The head researched Simone Nance, wanted the project terminated immediately and any compromising data contained. It was then that one of the male techs raised his hand, a budding bust already disturbing the line of his shirt.
"My... my wife, has... has made similar ... observations." He offered timidly.
"She's never been in the lab." He concluded.
"It's out in the wild, and the contamination is spreading."
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