Product Testing

Note: This story is a slow burn that deals with body modification and bimbofication elements. It contains very little sex.

Sarah's eyes darted open. She was laying in a bed, but it was not her bed. The ceiling above her was gray and drab, not her light blue. The blanket was heavier than she liked, the pillows firmer. She was not at home and did not recognize this place.

Sitting up with a gasp, she looked around the room. It looked like an old motel room -- worn wallpaper peeling at the edges, water damage in the corner, heavy curtains that couldn't be younger than her 31 years, and a faint smell of mildew. There was an old tube TV in the corner to her right with wood paneling. Nothing in this room was being maintained or improved.

She pushed off the clearly-unwashed blanket and her eyes widened when she looked down. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit with nothing on it except a number: 49201. Was she in prison? Sarah tried to think back -- how did she get there? But the only thing she could remember was a brief bit of conversation with her boss about transferring from engineering to testing.

A click and some white noise made her head snap to the TV in the corner where there was a black and white countdown. 5. 4. 3. 2. BEEP. Elevator music started playing as a black and white film started playing. The video showed a production line in a large factory but Sarah wasn't sure what was being built.

"Welcome to the Product Testing division!" said the narrator. "You may be confused and tired, and unsure of where you are. Don't worry! This is a normal and expected side effect of the drugs used to keep you asleep until we were prepared for you. The amnesia wore off in 71% of test subjects, well within acceptable parameters."

"What the fuck?" Sarah thought. "So there's a 29% chance I won't ever regain my memory? How is that acceptable?!"

The clip of the factory faded to a conference room where a group of men in black slacks, button-up white shirts, and well-combed shiny hair were huddled around a series of chalk boards filled with math and drawings. Not too dissimilar from her own job, Sarah thought, albeit very outdated.

The narrator continued, "We need your help to test our next products. We pride ourselves on our many miraculous advances in technology and to achieve these, we need you! Early stages of our miracle technology often leaves testers with permanent side effects and through many iterations of design and testing, we will develop a consumer-ready product."

Sarah gasped. "Permanent side-effects? What sort of side-effects? What is happening?"

The image changed again. This time to a lab with a bunch of scientists in white lab coats standing around a test subject with electrodes attached to their head and them doing puzzles while the scientists wrote notes on a clipboard.

The narrator gave a clearly fake laugh. "Now I know what you're wondering... how can I contribute? Well, good news! Your contributions start today! Once this orientation is complete, please stand up, put on your boots, and walk out the door to your left. Follow the hallway until you reach an elevator which will take you to the first test. We wish you luck and thank you for your contributions to the company, science, and mankind."

Click. The TV turned off just as suddenly as it turned on. Sarah stared in disbelief. Her memory may never return. She seemed to be a slave doing product testing. Testing that may result in permanent side-effects of some sort.

She was still contemplating this when she heard the door unlock and a speaker near the door said, "Subject 49201. Please vacate this room and proceed to the elevator immediately. Failure to do so will result in punishment."

Not wanting to learn what sort of punishment was in store, Sarah stood up, slipped the boots on, tightly laced them up, and walked to the door. She reached for the doorknob, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the door. Walking into the hallway, the door behind her immediately closed and re-locked. Next to her door was a tag that said "49201" and above it, a light that turned off. Across the hallway was "49200". To her left, the hallway was dark and she couldn't see many rooms, much less the end of the hallway. To her right was "49202" and "49203", whose lights were on. Sarah briefly wondered if this meant there had been forty-nine thousand testers before her.

She turned right and started heading down the lit hallway. Like her room, it was dreary with old wallpaper and fittings everywhere. She could see the end about 30 doors down and when she reached it, she turned left down a short hallway that terminated in an open elevator. She entered the elevator and like her room door, it closed immediately and started descending. The elevator was plain and lacked any sort of floor number indicator.

2 minutes later, it was still descending. Down and down it went. Sarah didn't think it was possible for an elevator to go this low, this fast. After an impossibly long ride, the elevator slowed to a stop, and the doors opened.

Expecting more dreary, 50 year old hallways, Sarah was shocked when the doors opened to a pristine white room. She could barely make out where the floor or ceiling ended and the walls began. Behind her, the elevator door closed and she looked back to see the opening completely disappear -- if she hadn't walked through it, you'd never be able to tell there was a door there.

The room was empty except for a pedestal in the middle with a small tube on it and a speaker above it. And a panicked Sarah, of course, in her now obnoxiously orange jumpsuit in this brilliantly white room.

"Ahem...," said the Speaker, "Starting recording. Subject number... 49201. Sarah Moore. 31 years, 6 months, and 3 days old at time of Registration. 5 feet 3 inches tall. 110 pounds. Pale skin. Straight brown hair terminating below shoulders. Heterosexual. Wears prescription eyeglasses. Masters in mechanical engineering. Asked for transfer to Product Testing."

Sarah listened as he read off the rest of her traits. She was confused why this needed to be recorded.

"49201. In your right pocket, there should be a rubber band. Please put your hair into a ponytail to make observation easier."

Sarah felt her right pocket and sure enough, there was something in it. How had she missed that? She followed her directions and put her hair in a ponytail.

"Thank you, 49201. In the center of the room on the pedestal is product L291-33. For this test, you will take L291-33 and apply a generous layer to your lips."

Sarah looked at the pedestal and asked, "So L2... whatever is lipstick?"

The Speaker responded, "It is applied just like lipstick, yes. At the conclusion of the test, we will describe its purpose to you."

Sarah had to know, "And if I refuse?"

The Speaker very sternly said, "You signed a contract ensuring your cooperation. Failure to do so will result in electric shock. Continued disobedience will result in... termination."

The way he said "termination" filled Sarah with dread. Not wanting to be shocked or learn what "termination" meant, she stepped toward the pedestal and picked up the tube. The tube was two pieces of shiny silver metal that separated in the middle. It was oddly warm to the touch and felt heavier than any lipstick she had used before.

Understanding they needed feedback, she said aloud, "The tube is too heavy. Women won't want this in their purse. It's also strangely warm which would concern me if purchased."

She imagined the eggheads watching her were scribbling notes down. She pulled the cap off and saw a bright red lipstick. She studied it for a moment before slowly bringing it to her lips and applying it like she would any other lipstick.

"The lipstick is very warm on my lips. It was also slightly more solid than normal and a little difficult to apply." She smacked her lips together and then licked them. "Oh wow. It's delicious! It tastes exactly like fresh strawberries."

"How do your lips feel?" asked the Speaker.

Sarah waited a moment and focused on the feeling. There was something there, now that they pointed it out. "They're warm," she said. "And... tingly. Like they being pressed against a bed of needles or are going numb."

The Speaker snapped back on, "Please hold."

Sarah sat and waited. And waited. It must have been five minutes before they responded and said, "Thank you for waiting and for your feedback, 49201. This test has completed. Please proceed back to the elevator where you will be taken to your next test."

The wall suddenly opened and there was that plain elevator again. Sarah placed the tube back on the pedestal and walked through the doors, which of course shut immediately. Once inside, the Speaker spoke to her.

"L291-33 is a product that will detect the drug commonly known as the Date Rape Drug. Under normal circumstances, it will just be a red lipstick. In the presence of the drug, however, it will glow a sickly green color to alert nearby persons the wearer is in danger. The 'tingling' you felt was caused by the detection chemical. In some subjects, it has caused permanent swelling of the lips. While desirable by some women, repeated use caused the lips to repeatedly swell and became more and more, forgive the language, 'slutty'. Your lips remain unchanged and with a little more testing, we may be ready to go to market."

Sarah smiled. "That's an awesome product! I'd wear that to the bar for sure."

The Speaker did not respond. The elevator just continued to descend, again worrying Sarah about how far underground she must be.

It finally stopped and opened to an identical white room. On the pedestal this time was a hair brush. She walked to it and inspected it and noticed nothing odd other than the back and handle being a little bulky, which was probably just part of the prototyping process.

She jumped when she heard the Speaker again. "This is B921-23. As with the previous test, you will use the product and describe to us your thoughts. Once the test is complete, we will tell you what it is."

Sarah picked the brush up and inspected it more closely. "It's heavier and warmer than I expected -- like the lipstick," she said aloud.

Not seeing anything else worth noting, undid her ponytail and started brushing her hair and noted, "Just like the lipstick, my head feels a little warm and tingly."

She finished brushing and placed it back on the pedestal. She put her hair back in the ponytail and waited for a few minutes before the Speaker finally spoke again.

"It appears B921-23 needs more R&D. As with the prior 22 iterations, it has resulted in your hair color changing to platinum blonde. Further observation will be needed to know if this change is permanent."

Sarah's eyes widened and she quickly undid her ponytail again and let hair fall in front of her face. Gone was her beautiful brown hair and in its place was bright blonde hair.

She panicked. "No, no, no, no. I don't want blonde hair. I loved my brown hair! Give it back!"

The Speaker calmly responded, "Please proceed to the elevator." Nothing more was said.

In the elevator, the Speaker returned. "B921-23 is intended to help cancer patients. Its bristles are coated in a derivative of the same chemical active in L291-33, which is why you felt similar effects. When used daily during chemotherapy, the chemicals will counteract the therapy and prevent the patient's hair from falling out and keep it healthy."

Sarah was amazed. That did sound like a miracle product, but still she was concerned. "What about my hair color? Why did it change?"

"Unfortunately, while testing so far has been successful -- all cancer patients retained their healthy hair -- all subjects also turned blonde. Some permanently. We are unsure if your change is permanent, but we will observe you over the next few weeks and have an answer once we see the new roots coming in."

Sarah was disappointed by this response. She didn't want to be a blonde and hoped it was temporary, although she did feel if the brush worked for cancer patients, it was probably worth the price she paid.

The elevator slowed to a stop and opened again. She walked into the next room as the elevator door disappeared into the wall behind her, feeling much more at ease with the testing. That ease was suddenly replaced with apprehension: on the pedestal of this one was a gun.

Sarah quickly said, "Uh... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this."

The disembodied Speaker said, "Yes, we are aware you indicated during your Registration that you did not want to be involved in weapons testing. However, despite its appearance, P392-801 is not a weapon. It is currently disabled. Please inspect it and we will inform you what it is and what your task will be."

Still feeling apprehensive but knowing the altruism of the prior products, she approached the not-gun and looked at it. It was shiny metal like the lipstick. She carefully picked it up and held it in her hands. She noticed two oddities: there was no hole at the end of the barrel and it had two triggers, one in front of the other. "It looks like a gun you'd see at an arcade."

Ignoring her, the Speaker said, "This test will be a little different. We'll tell you what it is and then you'll use it in an obstacle course in the next room."

Sarah felt weary. She may be thin, but she was far from an athlete.

The Speaker continued, "P392-801 is a tool meant to make it easy to reach difficult places. we intend to market it to first responders and maintenance people. When a trigger is pulled, it will generate a portal on any solid, flat surface. The second trigger will generate the connection. When you walk through one portal, you will immediately arrive through the second."

This had become pure science-fiction. This wasn't possible and surely wouldn't work.

"If you trigger P392-801 again, the portal generated by that trigger will disappear and generate anew at the location you pointed. Please be careful -- this product can result in loss of limb or life, molecular disruption and/or alteration, and 'splinching' where your body may fails to fully reassemble. After 800 iterations, we've worked out most of the kinks and this should be relatively 'finished'."

Sarah was unsure of what to make of that. This sounded dangerous.

The Speaker gave her one last instruction, "In 30 seconds, a small hole will open in the wall. Use P392-801 to enter the obstacle course and reach the end as quickly as possible. As you proceed, each room will have a choice to make at the end of it. Simply step through the door of the decision you make. Please provide feedback as you proceed. Good luck."

On the wall in front of her, Sarah saw a 30 second timer appear. It quickly count down before a softball-sized hole opened. She bent down to look through it and on the other side, was just a white hallway with gray floor and ceiling.

Thinking aloud, Sarah looked down at the pistol-like device and said, "The Speaker said it will generate portals I can travel through on flat surfaces. I can't fit through this hole, so clearly I need to use this."

She stuck the barrel through the hole and aimed at a wall before pressing trigger 1. A hole appeared on the wall surrounded by a brilliant glowing pink light. She withdrew the gun, pointed at a wall in her room, and pulled trigger 2. This created another pink portal, though now she could see the hallway through it. It worked. It actually worked.

"Here goes nothing," she whispered as she walked through the portal in front of her.

She immediately found herself in the hallway. Briefly disoriented, she looked behind her and could see the pedestal for the piston through the portal. She felt... off.

"That same warm and tingly feeling from the lipstick and brush... I'm feeling it all over my body now," she said to anyone listening. She was sure the portal was crafted using the same "active" chemical.

The Speaker replied, "Noted. Please call out anything else you feel as you proceed." She guessed that was that.

She shook her body like a wet dog shakes water off its fur, got her bearings, and proceeded down the hall away from the hole in the wall. As she got there, two doors opened. One was to another trial room and the other... was a woman. She was gorgeous, wearing a shiny red dress with slits up the sides of her legs and showing ample cleavage. The girl curled her finger toward Sarah in a "come here" motion.

"This is the decision? Continue the test and get out of here or... a date with a woman? Hardly difficult," she said as she went left into the next room.

This room was about 50 feet across. A 10 foot platform on either side of a 30 foot chasm she couldn't see the bottom of. Knowing what was wanted, she pointed the gun at the wall across the pit and pulled trigger 1. She then turned, pulled trigger 2 at the other wall, and walked through the pink portals.

This time, she felt even more off. "The warmness is much stronger than before. Almost like it's radiating from... down there," she said to her observers. She got no response.

Feeling uneasy, she saw the next set of doors open. On the right was a man. Her man. Or at least the man of her dreams. Dark hair, bright eyes and teeth, light stubble on his chiseled jaw. His arms strong, his legs thick, olive-toned skin. He had at least a foot on her and was wearing only a speedo, only showing a great set of abs and an alluring bulge.

"Oh my."

She was staring and then she realized that warmth in her nether regions was getting warmer. Shaking her head to snap out of it, she quickly went through the door on the left before she acted on her urges.

The next room was down a hallway. She walked out onto the platform grate and saw just a pit in front of her. Nothing on the walls, nothing on the ceiling. Looking down, she saw a single light next to a pair of doors about 40 feet down. She couldn't fall that distance, but she was sure she could use the portals.

She shot through the grate and was surprised to see it work, generating a bright pink portal in the near-total darkness below her. She shot another on the wall next to her and walked through. Immediately, the tingly sensation grew in her breasts.

She alerted the observers, "Uh... my breasts are tingling after that. Oh and my jumpsuit is feeling a little tight now. What's going on?"

Sarah stood there impatiently and instead of hearing a response from the Speaker, the two doors opened. On the right was stool. It had a dildo suction cupped to it and a set of nipple clamps that looked like they could vibrate. She stared at the nipple clamps for a moment, thoughts of how they might solve her tingling breast issue running through her head. And... other, possibly impure, images. Okay, she thought, they were definitely impure.

It took her a moment, but she did eventually go through the left door and entered the next room. It was tall. She could see the next two doors enclosed in a glass chamber in the middle of the far wall. On either side a series of platforms and checker patterned wall creating an uneven surface. Shooting her gun at the wall, she quickly confirmed she couldn't create a portal there. There was a platform near her right below the ceiling though. Playing a hunch, she shot a portal right above it and then another at the floor. She dropped through the portal with a small thud and felt it again.

"My breasts at still tingling and my butt feels warm. The jumpsuit is event tighter," she said. She again got no response.

Her view of the doors was blocked from here, but she could use the gun to go around the obstruction and down successive platforms to gain a view, she thought. She shot and went through another portal, and on the other side, she bent over and groaned loudly.

"My breasts... they do not feel right!" she nearly shouted. She grabbed at them out of instinct and... no. That can't be. "I think they're bigger! What the fuck is happening?! Hellooooo? Talk to me or I won't proce..."

Zap. She crumpled to the floor. The shock was so strong she could barely see straight. "Okay," she thought. "I have to continue. They're willing to hurt me. And I really do not want to know what 'termination' means."

Slowly standing back up with tears in her eyes, Sarah heaved a few times to catch her breath before putting up her middle finger and screaming "Fuck you all!" and spitting on the platform. She pointed the fun at the next platform, created the next portal, and went through.

She felt briefly lightheaded this time as she looked down. Her boobs were definitely growing. They were now straining her jumpsuit. She was afraid of what was happening to her, but knew she had to continue or risk more than just her boobs. She shot a portal at the last platform below her and went through.

One of the buttons on her jumpsuit popped off on the other side. Her boobs were growing too big for it. The heat in her pussy was growing again too.

"What is happening to me?! SOMEONE HELP!" she yelled. Again, she received no response.

Frustrated but not wanting to be shocked again, she was now able to get an angle on the wall next to the doors. She shot the next portal there and walked through it, watching two more buttons pop off as she did.

Groaning in frustration, she gave up on the top. Just the button near her neck and one near her belly remained. She undid them, slipped her arms out of it, and tied the top half around her waist.

Looking down, she was shocked at how big they were. She had been nearly flat before and they were now melon sized. Pornstar big. She pulled up the white tank top she had on below the jumpsuit to get a closer look and "pornstar big" was unfortunately accurate. They didn't even look natural... they looked like implants. Big and round, not moving well when shook. She had pornstar tits. What the fuck.

The doors opened behind her as she tried to fit her new tits into the white tank top. When she turned around, she looked at the right door and fell to her knees as the heat in her pussy became too much to ignore. In front of her was what she could only describe as a bimbo. Plumped up lips, platinum blonde hair, a giant ass, tits just barely bigger than hers with a bikini just barely big enough to cover her nipples. The bimbo was in a chair moaning as she used a wand vibrator on her pussy through the bikini bottom.

She opened her brilliant blue eyes and looked at Sarah on the ground in front of her and said, "Unghhhh. Like... that's so good. Soooo good. Is that you, Sarah? They said you'd come have fun with me. I'm Courtney. Come heeeere. We can share this toy and like cum over and over!"

Sarah was grabbing at her pussy. She was so hot and bothered. She had developed a wet spot in her jumpsuit that seemed to be growing. She wanted to join the bimbo. The bimbo giggled and pulled her bottom to the side, showing Sarah her dripping wet pussy. She slowly toyed with it with one of her long fingernails.

"Or like... maybe you'd prefer to eat me out. We could do that too!" she said with a giggle.

Sarah salivated looking at her pussy and slowly inched forward on her knees toward the alluring wetness. She was completely straight a few hours ago and now... now she didn't know what she was. She wanted to stick her mouth over the bimbo's pussy. Almost needed to.

In the corner of her eye, the other room was visible through the left door. That snapped her out of the trance and she dragged herself through it and away from the girl as she pleasured herself loudly.

"Oh my god. What's happening to me? How is this possible? Am I... am I turning into a bimbo? Into... her?!" she said as she heard the girl cum loudly. "How can a portal do that to me?"

Sarah sat with her back against the wall and put her head in her hands and cried. She was thankful when the door closed and she could no longer hear the moans and wetness.

After a minute of tears, the Speaker finally returned. "Subject 49201. Please resume your testing immediately or risk punishment."

"I'd rather be punished than become that!" Sarah yelled.

And she was. The shock came fast and put her in the fetal position in pain. Crying more for a moment, she made it to her feet. That's when she realized something was wrong -- her lips were fuller.

The Speaker then returned. "Subject 49201. All subsequent punishment will itself have side effects. Continue testing immediately or risk further punishment."

Eyes wide in shock that her lips, still bright red from the lipstick, were now plumped up like the bimbo she barely resisted a moment ago, Sarah quickly ran into the room to evaluate. Again, she was staring at a chasm. This one went up. And up. And up. She could see the top platform -- barely. It looked like she just had to go from side to side to reach the top... but she counted 12 platforms and each further from the wall the one below it, making getting an angle impossible. If each trip through a portal further transformed her... she'd be cooked before the top. She had to think and had to do it before getting shocked again.

To buy time, she quickly said, "Fuck it" and shot a portal at the next platform up, shot one at the wall behind her, and walked through. This time wasn't so bad. Her head was tingly and her hair was down to her elbows and wavy.

Pretending to be in awe of the new hair, she fought to come up with a plan. The plan she came up with was... dangerous. Looking over the edge, she could not see anything below other than darkness. She pointed the gun upward at the ceiling above the second to last platform and shot. Thankfully, the ceiling was flat and she got a pink portal about 10 feet above the platform. She looked at the platform on the wall, realized this was going to hurt, and walked through it.

Sarah landed with a loud thud on her ass. And it hurt, but not nearly as bad as she expected. More than anything, her ass felt warm. Oh no. She grabbed her ass and it was far beyond the cute bubble butt she had before. It wasn't Brazilian butt lift-big, but it was still sizable. And with it, her jumpsuit barely fit at all. Not wanting a warning shock, she shot a portal to the top platform and another at the wall behind her and walked through.

Her cunt was on fire. It would have been cooler if she was swimming in lava. She couldn't resist it anymore, she tore off her jumpsuit as the doors open and she laid down with her eyes closed to avoid seeing the temptation she was sure was in the right door. She pushed her underwear to the side and started rubbing her clit. Frustrated, she sucked on her fingers and slipped a finger into her fuck hole. As she went, she added another finger, and then a third.

"Subject 49201. Choose a door immediately or risk punishment," stated the Speaker.

Groaning in frustration, Sarah responded, "Nooooo. I can't. I'm so close. I need... I need this. Please."

"Subject 49201. There will be no further warnings."

Sarah was almost there, she could feel it about to hit, she could taste it coming, she was there, she... ZAP. The shock was the strongest yet. Sarah was nearly unconscious from it. And the worst part -- she failed to cum and her cunt was still burning. And her mind was fuzzy.

It took her 3 minutes to regain herself and sit up. When she did, she looked down and giggled, "My titties are like... huge!"

She covered her mouth with her hand in shock. Even her voice sounded higher pitched. She giggled again and squeezed her tits as the tingling in her head grew and her mind fuzzed further. "I love tits!"

Looking to the side, she saw two doors. On the left, was a room with windows showing a field of grass and blue sky with an open door leading out. On the right, she saw a hunky man with brown hair, a stubbled, chiseled jaw, and a big bulge in his speedo kissing and feeling up a gorgeous blonde girl. Sarah was jealous and realized it was Courtney, her best friend from earlier.

The man noticed her and walked out of the door toward her. Bending down to help her stand, she eyed the bulge in his speedo. He smiled at her as they stood and said, "I'm William and that is Courtney. What's your name?"

Cheerful Courtney started taling behind him, causing him to turn, "Her name's Sarah, Willy!" She giggled and fondled herself.

"You're gorgeous, Sarah. Would you like to join us?"

Sarah's mood changed immediately. She wasn't frustrated anymore. Instead, she eyed Courtney's pussy hungrily. She stumbled forward out of William's arms, fell to the floor in front of Courtney and started hungrily licking her pussy as if there was nothing else in the world. Fireworks went off in Sarah's head. Courtney was delicious!

She moaned loudly as she felt William come up behind her and begin rubbing her soaking wet underwear before yanking them to the side for direct access. When he stopped, she briefly turned back to look at him only to see him pulling his gigantic cock out of his speedo and stroke it. It was bigger -- especially in thickness -- than anything she had ever seen. She shivered in anticipation as he rubbed the head of it up and down her slit.

He was about to insert it when Courtney reached forward, grabbed Sarah's beautiful blonde hair, and shoved Sarah's mouth back into her pussy. Without being told, Sarah started eating Courtney again as William inserted himself into Sarah. Sarah almost yelled into Courtney as he treated her to the fucking her new body was meant for and she finally had the orgasm she craved.

In a control room, a single scientist in a white labcoat watched with disappointment as Subjects 43244, 41097, and 49201 rutted like animals. He leaned forward and spoke into the microphone on the console in front of him.

"P392-801... failure. Subject 49201 made it further than any other subject, but modifications began immediately upon test initiation. Recommend reduction of active chemical. This will reduce range and possibly size of portals, but may delay or even prevent modifications. Similar product changes led to improved results with L291-33 and B921-23. Initiating test shutdown now."

He pressed a button to end the recording and another to close the door behind 42344, 41097, and 49201. They'd be inseparable for 6-8 hours anyway.

He picked up the phone, dialed a number for the maintenance team, and said, "Another test has completed unsuccessfully. Send cleanup throughout the P392 test rooms. You'll find three test subjects at the top of the final room, locked in the right door. Recommend hazmat suits and for your techs to wait until they are asleep before approaching. They may be irresistible or even able to cause mutations in nearby people when they are excited."

The scientist sighed heavily, and looked at a screen where the details for Subject 49202 were open. Maybe a redhead could resist the changes? After 801 iterations, he was running out of hope. And yet, he started scribbling down ideas for P392-802.