A different kind of model 88

Samuel awoke suddenly, feeling his whole body aching as if he had been hit by a truck. He thought that was very strange. Dr. Segreti was supposed to work only on Samuel's groin, after all. 

The feminized guy was lying on a bed in what appeared to be a hospital room, but he had no idea how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was being in Dr. Segreti's operating room. The doctor then gave him what he called a mild anesthetic, and soon Samuel lost consciousness. 

He had the feeling that he had been asleep for a very long time, maybe hours, which was strange too. A simple procedure to hide his penis between his legs shouldn't be so time consuming, right?

Still confused, he tried to get up, but he felt something heavy on his chest. Looking down his body, he let out a moan of dread.

"What the well is going on?" He wondered. 

The only thing he could see were two big mounds on his chest covered by a hospital gown. Samuel touched them slowly, as if they could bite him, and then he felt a sense of fear rising in his heart. 

"No, no, this can't be happening! It must be a bad dream!" he cried out.

He finally managed to sit on the bed, still uncomfortable with the extra weight on his chest, and then he lowered the hospital gown behind his shoulders. He saw that he was wearing a big sports bra. 

After so many months wearing bras, Samuel now knew how to take them off without any difficulty. At that moment, however, his hands were shaking so hard that it wasn't so simple. When he finally was able to do that, he had the shock of his life.

"Boobs, I have boobs!" he exclaimed stridently.

That was true. If before he had only small bumps on his chest, now he was the "proud owner" of a grown pair of breasts. 

Without the bra, they seemed even heavier, and Samuel felt that he was about to freak out. He began to breathe faster and faster, watching those big breasts rise and fall every second. 

He finally had the courage to touch them again, and noticed that they were bigger than his hands. He tried to convince himself that they should be just breast forms or something, but deep down he knew he was lying to himself. He could feel every bit of the breasts, after all. There was no doubt that they were part of his body, just like his arms and legs. 

"My boobs... They are my boobs" he said, realizing how strange this idea seemed. How could that have happened? He had gone to that clinic just wanting to hide his cock and balls, and now he had boobs! 

Then, a scary idea crossed his mind... What if Dr. Segreti had performed other procedures to further feminize his body?