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Transport by Vincent J

Balancing her load, Denise banged on the door release panel. "Come on, you stupid piece of crap!" she muttered. If she was late getting these supplies up to the operating theatre she'd never hear the end of it. Several swear words and a slightly dented panel later, the door finally opened and she stepped inside.

The matter transport system was not state of the art in Mansion Clinic. Teleportation had become common place in many large buildings since it was invented thirty odd years ago. But like many forms of electrical equipment there was a difference between top of the range setups (multi-continent arrays that can transport in a micro second) and the basic (directional-based low distance with 30 minute processing time). Mansion Hospital had a fairly advanced one installed during a refit ten years ago, but management had never gotten around to upgrading it. Any system that had been around ten years would eventually start to show signs of stress. Sure, it did the job but was prone to a few bugs.

Denise was never a huge fan of the MTS. A few months back she'd gotten stuck in a recursive loop where it kept moving her between floors 80 and 40. It'd taken the engineers three hours to get it stop. She'd heard of one of the guys complaining that it teleported his clothes to floor 50 and himself to floor 30. At least the system was fundamentally safe. All MTS systems had a basic bio reader filled with human biology. If it detected that matter had been changed in any way during transport in a way that would render harm, it wouldn't rematerialize until it had fixed the problem. If it was unable to fix it itself, an engineer would automatically get a callout. It meant that while there was an odd chance of her showing up naked there would never be a recreation of "The Fly".

While she waited for the MTS to warm up, she put the cases she'd been carrying down. Denise worked in Mansion Clinic as an assistant nurse. Or, as she liked to call it, "Assistant Janitor". Basically, she got to tidy up after the operations and occasionally due menial jobs. Such as today's task. Michael had decided to send her to get the batch of breast implants that would be used in the afternoon's surgeries. She knelt down next to the container and had a look inside.

The first set of implants she took out was huge. She couldn't believe the size of them. "What kind of woman would want to be this large?" she wondered. She'd got a boob job herself a few years ago, to bring her A cups to a low C. Since she was 5"6, she figured they were big enough for her slender, tiny frame. She didn't have a problem with boob jobs (she was in the wrong profession if she did), but could never understand why women would want such large breasts. She took them out to examine them properly. Since they were coated in a sterilized biodegradable wrapping, there was no risk of causing an infection.

What struck her most about them was the weight. These were the older style implants, same as the ones she had. The newer ones had the same properties as the old ones, but a fraction of the weight. She stood up to examine them better. Holding them in front of her chest, Denise tried to picture them as they would appear in the patient's body. "Wow, I can't imagine carrying this weight around all day" she said to herself. She didn't notice the MTS display panel behind her flashing "Transport ready. Initializing..."

She felt the familiar jarring sensation as the MTS beam hit her. This was followed by several unfamiliar feelings. She felt disoriented and off balance, which wasn't helped by the light being turned off. She felt her shin knock over the container, and she dropped the implants in her hands to grab her ankle in pain. Desperately she shouted "MTS light on". Her hopes were answered when the MTS panel gave a beep and light was restored. This led to a bigger shock to her system when she saw what had happened.

Her perky C cups had been blown up to huge proportions. Her top was barely able to contain them. Looking down at her hands, she realised that they were slightly wet. On the ground were implants a lot smaller than the ones she had been holding. "Oh no..." she groaned. The MTS computer had accidentally swapped her own implants with the ones she had been examining. Since there was no danger to her body the system had allowed the transport to continue. All these thoughts were going through the back of here mind as she staggered backwards, trying to adjust for the new found weight. She fell backwards, and the unfamiliar weight felt like a brick on her chest. She grabbed her new boobs with her hands, absently drying the sterilization on them off on her top. The sensations hit her, and temporarily overwhelmed her. They felt really good. She tried to estimate what size she was at now. She had to be at least an E cup. Her bra was really digging into her, so she decided to take her top and bra off.

Her new wonders swinging free, she carefully examined them with her hands. They felt smooth and firm. She idly wondered why she'd no stretch marks after jumping such a size instantly. Her nipples had been moved with all the extra mass. They were now resting slightly on top of her breasts pointing upwards. A quick squeeze confirmed that they'd lost none of their sensitivity. She let out a slow moan she played with them. After a minute, the scientist part of her brain caught up with the rest of her.

This was the breakthrough of the century! Sure, it had been an accident but the MTS computers kept a detailed log of every teleport. After comparing the logs from both machines she should be able to duplicate the process. If a patient wanted to get huge implants, all they'd have to do is get in the MTS and walk out the other end with no surgery. Denise squealed with joy. She'd be a millionaire with this data! Covering herself back up, she went to the panel to start a download of the log. Gleefully she cupped her boobs with one hand and gave them another squeeze with the other. "No wonder girls want to go this big, it feels amazing!" she said to herself. She busied herself picking up the implants she'd knocked over earlier. On her hands and knees, she leaned over the container to put in the last of the implants. The MTS panel gave a beep, and displayed a message. She leaned further over to read it, and her hanging breasts freed themselves from her top to brush against the implants. Ignoring the sensations coming from her chest, she squinted her eyes to read "Transport ready. Initializing..." She barely had the message processed in her mind when the beam hit her.

She screamed when she saw what had happened. The MTS computer had repeated the error, but on a much grander scale. Her previously large E cup implants had been swapped out for the rest of the implants in the box. Her arms were unable to cope with the unexpected weight and she fell forward. She wasn't able to stand up. She could feel the container and the old implants being crushed underneath her new mass. Denise couldn't even begin to imagine what size she was at now. All she could remember was that she had at least seven sets of implants in the box, which meant that she just had seven instant boob jobs. She managed to roll off the container, and groan at the waves of pleasure from her breasts. It took all her strength and will power to stand up and drag herself over to the console. "I can fix this" she thought. "Once I check the logs, I can reverse the transfer!" She brought up the MTS log and stared in disbelief at the screen.

"No logs stored" kept flashing. She frantically searched through the files and folders but they were nowhere to be found. She slumped down on the ground, resting on her huge breasts. Without the logs, she had no hope of restoring her chest. She punched the floor out of anger and frustration. She'd have to get a reduction to get back to normal, which she wouldn't be able to afford. She'd be stuck like this for months! Then the realisation hit Denise that the logs gone she'd lost the chance to make herself a millionaire, which made her punch the floor even harder...

Meanwhile, in the previous MTS chamber, a figure finished the work he was doing on the panel. "Logs erased" flashed up briefly, then it went dark. Outside the chamber, he checked the memory card's contents on a laptop he had waiting. The security footage and the logs were both intact. He opened up a secure network channel, and transferred the contents to a server marked "M&L"...