Product Testing Pt. 02

Note: This story is a slow burn and focuses heavily on body modification. There is sex, but it is limited. It contains elements of bimbofication, feminization, futa transformation, hucow transformation, and unexpected participation in the aforementioned topics. If these things do not interest you, I recommend reading a different story.

Product Testing is an anthology. As such, each chapter focuses on different characters and can be read independently of the others. Each chapter will do some world building, but reading each chapter is not a requirement.

Mary was nervous. She had joined the Product Testing division six years ago as an analyst. Each day, she would come into the office, drop her bag off at her cubicle, and then spend the first 15 minutes of the day making an okay-at-best coffee in her favorite black coffee mug that read "Mary" in a sparkling pink cursive font, drinking it, making small talk with her half-awake coworkers, and then sighing heavily as she headed back toward the silent cubicle farm to start her work.

"And what glamorous work it was!" she thought to herself irritably.

Fresh out of college, she had been ecstatic to work here. The job paid extremely well, the work seemed exciting, her boss seemed fun, and it stressed a 40-hour work week and nothing more, not even answering emails from home.

And it was great at first, but quickly started weighing on her. She sat in front of a screen and had to build the same chart over and over and over for different sets of data, data which she was not privy to the meaning of. Or at least she shouldn't be. Over the years, she had started to notice patterns in the data and was fairly certain the company was performing live-subject tests. She was uneasy about this – animal testing of the pharmaceuticals and other health products, beauty supplies, foodstuffs, and military gear was certainly unethical.

She approached Fred Markanen, her manager, about this. Fred was a scientist that had formerly ran the actual testing, but now in his late 50s, he had moved to lead the less stressful Analytics department after some health scare. Thin and balding, he was a fun-loving boss who seemed to care about his team and especially the work being done. And who wouldn't? Some of the products the company produced were changing humanity for the better.

"You were able to determine we were doing live-testing just through the numbers? How? That's quite the accomplishment," Fred asked before quietly muttering, "Perhaps we have been underutilizing you."

Mary shrugged. "It wasn't easy. But after years of working with the data, I started noticing things. Like each test contained a dataset that was likely a heart rate, one that would elevate for the duration of the test before settling back down. But I don't want to discuss that, I'm more concerned about the animals."

"I understand your concerns, Mary," he had said. "Under less ethical parties, animal testing has performed horrific feats that are frankly unsettling. We know this and we have done everything in our power to perform our testing humanely. Our subjects are always healthy afterward – improved or enhanced even."

"That's good to hear," Mary said before hesitating a moment. "But I'm unsure I can continue working here without being sure of that. Would it be possible to observe a few tests myself to ensure this?"

Fred sternly eyed her, before leaning toward his desk and clasping his hands together. "Hmm. That will be difficult. As you know, your employment contract expressly forbids that. And as a reminder, you are under a strict non-disclosure agreement regarding any work you've done here."

Mary nodded nervously. That wasn't the reaction she was expecting. A jump to discussing legal matter in a conversation like this surely wasn't a good sign.

But after looking at her for a few seconds, he unclasped his hands, relaxed back in his overstuffed desk chair, and laughed heartily.

"I'm just kidding, Mary. You know I'm not that serious of a boss. It's going to take some fenangling on my part, but I think it would be good for you to get some first-hand interaction with the tests. Might be a chance for you to increase your role here, even."

Mary's eyes brightened and she smiled. "Yes, thank you, Dr. Markanen!"

Fred held up his hand and said, "Don't thank me yet. Like I said, this is against the rules and will take some work on my part. Give me a few weeks to do that and I'll get back to you. Continue with your exemplary work for now and I'll get back to you. Agreed?"

Mary stood up with a genuine smile, happy that her manager continued to be so great. "Agreed, Dr. Markanen. That sounds like a great plan."

About 2 months later, Mary was leaned over a book of data on her desk, patiently looking it over and marking it up like she always did to determine the best way to present it for whatever final report it would be used in.

She heard a soft knock on the top of her cubicle and looked up to see Fred walk in and set down.

"Oh, hello Dr. Markanen! How are you today?" she greeted.

Fred smiled as he adjusted his trademark labcoat. Even if he wasn't in development or testing anymore, he was still going to dress the part. "I'm well, Mary. Thank you. I'm sorry it has taken longer than I promised, but I have good news on your request for first-hand experience with the live-subject tests," he said, nearly whispering the last part.

Mary adjusted her volume too and softly said, "Really? Will I get to see one?"

"Yes. A new test begins on Thursday that I would like you to sit in. That morning, go straight to Building 19, where all testing is done," he said. He then reached into his labcoat and pulled out a keycard, sliding it across her desk to her. "That day pass will allow entry to Door C for that morning and that morning only. You'll enter and meet Anne, a receptionist who helped arrange this. She will see that you make it to the correct room."

Mary beamed. "Thank you so much, Dr. Markanen! You won't regret this."

Fred nodded and stood up. "You're welcome, Mary. Once you've gone through it and given it some thought, let's have a discussion about your future here."

He knocked on her wooden desk and left.

On Thursday morning, Mary drove to work like usual and parked in her assigned spot. It was near her office in Building 7 and she had to walk about a half mile across the sprawling campus to arrive at Building 19. It took her another 10 minutes of walking around the building to find Door C. She pulled out the day pass, tapped it against the scanner, and to her relief, the door buzzed and she walked in.

The room she was in was... dated. Everything else on campus was bright, modern, and fairly open. Except the cubicles, she supposed. But this room was dark and dingy. Blinds blocked the rising sun from entering the windows. The floor was a cheap vinyl tile that needed to be replaced or at least mopped. The three chairs looked to be from the 1980s and in bad need of repair. There were only two ceiling lights in the room and both were slowly pulsing as if they were experiencing a brownout. There were black spots in corners, a some peeling wallpaper, and a bulky metal trashcan that was likely to start the next pandemic.

On the back wall was just an elevator door and next to it was an old, very heavy metal desk with paperwork and a desk light on it. Mary thought the lack of computer was odd, but she proceeded to it.

The woman sitting behind the desk was in her 50s, thinner than Mary, and caked in makeup trying to make her look younger.

"Uh... hello. Anne? I'm Mary. Dr. Markanen gave me this pass and said to talk to you about observing today's test?"

Looking up from her paperwork, Anne smiled and showed her yellow teeth to Mary. In a raspy voice, she said, "Ah, yes. Mary. One moment."

She turned to a file cabinet behind her, opened a drawer, and sifted through folder. Finding what she was looking for, she turned back around and opened the folder in front of Mary.

"I need you to sign a few documents before you can begin. This is a standard non-disclosure agreement, saying you'll never speak of what you see to anyone except Dr. Markanen. Sign here."

Mary tried to scan through it but could feel how impatient Anne was and just signed.

Anne turned to the next page. "And this is a waiver saying both parties – the company and yourself – acknowledge this violates your employment contract but agree to proceed regardless. Initial here and sign here."

Mary didn't read this one and just signed and initialed.

"And lastly, this is a liability waiver that removes any and all liability from the company in the event something happens during the test. Sign here, here, here, initial here and here, and finally sign here."

Mary hesitated, "What could happen during the testing? I'm just observing."

Anne sighed and looked blankly at Mary, "Listen, I don't make the rules. I just know the only way that elevator is going to open is if you sign here, here, here, initial here and here, and sign here."

Feeling a little uneasy, Mary thought for a moment and concluded the company just had to protect itself. They didn't want to get sued if she got a papercut doing something that was definitely not her job. So Mary signed once, twice, thrice, initialed once and twice, and signed extra large at the end of the 5 page document.

The second she lifted the pen off the paper, she heard a ding and the elevator opened.

Anne was collecting the paperwork and stapling it together as she smiled and said, "They're ready for you."

Mary walked into the dull elevator and turned around to press a button... but there were no buttons. She started to ask Anne about this when the doors closed on their own and the elevator started moving.

Building 19 was 8 stories tall and a quarter mile long. Massive. Mary had always thought they must have so many tests going on up there whenever she saw it. Which is why she was so confused when the elevator started going down. And down. And down some more. Why was there a basement so deep? She tried tracking how many floors she had passed but it was too many.

Finally, it came to a stop and the door opened. She walked out into a white room with a table in the middle. So white she could barely see corners. She looked behind her and... the elevator doors had disappeared! She went wide-eyed and started panicking, but it didn't last long as a door appeared in front of her out of nothing.

A woman in a labcoat walked in. "Good morning, Mary. I'm Dr. Lawrence. Before we get started, we need to perform an exam, make sure you are clean, and get you dressed appropriately."

Again, this was odd if she was only observing a test. But Mary could see some logic, so she just nodded.

Dr. Lawrence walked over to her with a clipboard and pulled a tape recorder out. "Mind if I record? Easier for notes later on," she asked.

Mary responded with a quick, "No," and the doctor turned on the recording and threw it in her pocket.

"Employee Mary Josephine Wojowski. For official reports, you'll be referred to as Subject 53038. Starting exam."

For the first time, Dr. Lawrence actually looked at Mary, but it was done in a very cold, clinical way. She started jotting down notes and talking to the recorder in her pocket.

"53038 is thin. Scales register her at 115 lbs with clothing. Tan skin, freckles on her cheeks, curly brown hair, and brown eyes."

She pulled out a tool to examine her eyes and said, "Eye function normal. No glasses present. Do you wear contacts?"

Mary shook her head and said, "No."

"No contacts either. Medical history noted no disabilities. Please strip."

Wait... what?

"Strip. Now."

Mary hesitated. The doctor shook her head and sighed in annoyance. Turning around, she opened another hidden door to a locker and pulled out a pair of scrubs and slippers. "I need to examine your body quickly before we proceed. After I'm done, you'll put your clothes in the locker, put the scrubs on, and walk through the door with me to the test."

Still uneasy, Mary started pulling off her clothes. The room was cooler than she thought as she sat in the chair naked. Goosebumps formed and her nipples hardened as she tried to cover her breasts and vagina.

Dr. Lawrence stepped forward and tapped on Mary's left knee with a small rubber hammer, causing it to jump forward. The doctor duplicated the test on her right knee and got the same result. She then looked closely at her feet and in between each toe, and then did the same to her hands. Lastly, she ran her hand through Mary's hair a few times.

"Reflexes normal. Hands and feet normal. No bugs detected in hair. Stand please," Dr. Lawrence stepped back and waited.

Mary stood and the doctor crouched down to look at her vagina. There no touching, but she looked uncomfortably close. Mary turned around when instructed and the doctor examined her butt too, and Mary turned once more to face the doctor.

Dr. Lawrence stood up, briefly looked at Mary's breasts, and said aloud, "Passive inspection of vagina, rear, and breasts all normal. Body is all natural. 53038 is in great shape with slight muscle definition in her arms, legs, and abs. Butt is small, breasts are a..."

She looked at Mary and raised her eyebrow inquisitively. Mary said quietly, "A cup."

Before even completing her statement, Dr. Lawrence started saying, "Breasts are an A cup. I approve 53038 to proceed. Exam complete."

With that, she reached into her pocket, clicked the recorder, and then grabbed the purple scrubs for Mary, who eagerly put them on.

The door opened and Dr. Lawrence walked out, Mary quickly following behind her. They walked into a hallway with two doors. Dr. Lawrence used her keycard to open the door to the left, before turning to Mary and saying, "I'll be observing from in this room with the other doctors. In a moment, the other door will open and you'll enter for the test to begin."

Without even waiting for Mary to nod her acknowledgement, Dr. Lawrence entered the room and shut the door behind her.

Mary did not like Dr. Lawrence. To call her "cold" would be an insult to how cold that last room had been. Mary was also very confused and unsure of what was going on – surely she should be in the observation room with the doctors?

Mary stood in the hallway for about five minutes before the door finally buzzed and opened. She walked through it and she was in another, bigger room. Just as white as the last. In front of her was a pedestal with coffee on it. To her right was four more pedestals – one with an eclair on it, another with milk on it, another with some eggs, and finally a tray with cheese and crackers.

In quick succession, Mary heard four more buzzes and four doors appeared out of nowhere in the walls and out walked 3 women and 1 man.

The woman closest to Mary was Asian and about her age, but was tiny. Maybe 4'10 and would likely fall over if you blew too hard. She had perfect skin and straight black hair in a ponytail.

The next woman was white, maybe 40-45 years old, and heavyset. She had red hair, bags under her eyes, and looked pretty rough.

The next woman had black skin, was maybe 20 years old, and super athletic looking. Mary was entranced with how beautiful she was, especially her small 70's-like afro.

And lastly was the man. He was in his 50s, had pasty white skin, was balding, had a beer gut, and was clearly past his prime.

Mary looked forward at the two way mirror as a Speaker said, "Welcome subjects 41009, 48031, 51129, 53037, and 53038. Today, we are testing our latest miracle product – M199-8. It is a replacement for milk for lactose-intolerant people to enjoy. It can be mass produced in ways that typical plant-based milk alternatives cannot. With your testing today, we hope to get it to market soon."

Mary panicked and yelled, "Wait! I'm not a test subject! I was only meant to observe! There's been a -"

ZAP. Mary crumpled to the ground in pain and shock. The other test subjects stared at her but did nothing. Clearly they had signed up for this, but maybe not for the shock. How was she even shocked.

The Speaker continued, "Subjects will not interrupt and will follow all instructions given. Failure to comply will result in punishment. Subject 53038. Stand immediately and acknowledge."

Mary wiped the tears from her eyes and slowly stood back up. "I... I understand," she said breathlessly, not wanting to be zapped again.

"Thank you for your compliance. Your task – your only task today – is to step forward to the pedestal when your pedestal lights up and consume the food or beverage on it. You will then report how you feel. Each of you are testing a different item because we need to know what effects the other ingredients in recipes we expect this to be used will have. We will commence shortly."

Mary was really worried. She was just supposed to observe! There had been some mistake somewhere. Maybe Anne sent her to the wrong place? Or Dr. Lawrence didn't understand what role Mary was to play?

Then Mary noticed it. The coffee mug in front of her. It was black and read "Mary" in a glittery pink cursive font. It wasn't a mistake, was it? Dr. Markanen had sent her here on purpose. Because she was a potential whistle-blower. Oh no.

"Stop! Stop! I shouldn't be here! You have to let me o -"

ZAP. And Mary fell again.

"Subject 53038. Any further outbursts will be met with even more severe punishment. Do not disobey again."

She was crying, but got up, and nodded. The other subjects stared at her and just shook their heads incredulously.

Suddenly, the middle pedestal lit up. The heavyset redhead stepped forward and picked up the glass of milk. She slowly brought it to her lips and took a sip.

"It's a little warm for my liking, but it's absolutely delicious!" she said before gulping down the rest of the glass like it was nothing. "Could I get some more?"

She waited for a response that didn't come and then looked at us with a huge smile on her face but it soured after she saw our reactions. Something was... happening. Her skin was... rippling. Like something was smacking her big belly and creating waves in it. She looked down at her arms and then started trying to smooth it flat, but failing to do so.

She sat on the ground and through tears said, "My skin is... rippling. I don't know what's going on. My entire body feels warm, especially my belly and breasts."

Then it started... her belly started shrinking. Her arms and legs became thinner. Her neck pulled taut. Her wrinkles vanished. The bags under her eyes lightened and went away.

She fell on her back and was moaning loudly and holding onto her breasts as she became lost her weight – and her age! She seemed to grow a few inches and then her breasts expanded. She had likely been quite small naturally, although the weight had caused them to grow a bit. But certainly not to what Mary was seeing now – she had to be a G-cup, or even bigger when it stopped.

The woman got to her feet when it seemed to be complete. She was gorgeous now! She looked maybe 30 years old, was taller than any of the women in the room, had healthy and vibrant looking red hair flowing to the middle of her back, and looked like she could run a marathon.

"Subject 41009. Report."

41009 was still out of breath as she said "Uhh... wow. I feel... incredible. Like I'm 20 again. All the aches are gone. All the weight is gone. My butt is firm. And my boobs... they're glorious! It hurt during the change but I feel fine now. I also feel... unbelievable horny."

She was a little red in the face after saying that. But the Speaker responded, "Noted. Thank you. Please step back."

She did so and immediately her pedestal's light turned off as the fourth pedestal lit up. The young black woman looked at the now-voluptuous redhead and hesitated, but still stepped forward. She took the fork and ate the scrambled eggs off the plate, chewed them well, and then swallowed.

The girl made a confused face and adjusted her bottom scrubs. "The eggs tasted fine, no different than the ones I would make myself. I feel some heat in my vagina, but otherwise I feel fine."

Mary couldn't see any changes to her. Maybe that combination was safe? The woman backed up and the light in front of man turned on. As he slowly stepped toward his cheese and crackers, Mary looked over at the red head who was now rubbing her legs together like she had to pee.

A loud crunch turned her attention back toward the man. He ate the 3 cracker sandwiches on the plate and stood there like it wasn't a big deal. He may be past his prime, but he wasn't going to look weak. Of course, there's no looking strong when your body violently changes.

He yelped. And grunted. And then screamed. "It's so hot! My dick is so hot! Oh no oh no oh no."

He fell to the floor and laid in the fetal position, hands pressed to his crotch. Then Mary started seeing changes. First, the bald spot on his head filled in and the rest of his hair thickened nicely, but then it kept growing and growing out and didn't stop until it was in the middle of his back. It then darkened from its current gray to a brown color, likely his natural color. It developed a sheen and became completely straight.

He was still screaming as the changes continued. His belly went completely flat and he shrunk several inches, making the scrubs oversized. His voice – heard by Mary through his yelling – slowly became higher pitched. His face became softer, more feminine. His large pointy nose receded into a cute button nose.

Mary felt queasy. She was watching this man turn into a woman and knew she would have to endure some sort of "test" too.

The screams finally ended. He - or she, now – whispered, "It's gone. It's actually gone."

She was breathing heavily as Mary watched him. It was like after each heavy breath she took, her chest grew. Like balloons inflating, she soon had breasts to rival the redhead ready to explode out of her scrubs.

Out of the corner of Mary's eye, she could see the redhead on the floor. She was looking directly at the change happening and had her hand dug deep into her pants, clearly getting off on seeing a fat, old man transform into a beautiful woman.

Mary looked back over in horror as the new woman started poking at her lips as they inflated into soft, plump pillows. They were far too big to ever look natural again. She reached downward to her legs as those must have changed below the scrubs. Her nails grew, body hair all fell off, her skin became clear and beautifully tanned, and finally her entire body shifted up off the ground as her last unchanged body part – her butt – inflated like her breasts had.

The small Asian woman next to Mary had tears running down her face. Undoubtedly, she was thinking exactly what Mary was: what awaits me? Mary looked over at the black woman and was now not so sure she had escaped unscathed – she was eyeing the new woman hungrily while kneading her right breast and grabbing at her crotch in a very explicit way.

As the changes finished, she slowly stood up. Needing to see herself, she took off the now-tight scrubs and looked down in shock. Nothing about the man existed now except a scar on his hand and a few moles. In his place stood what could only be a pornstar, a bimbo. Flawless in every way. Giant breasts, a tight slightly toned body, perfect brunette hair, cock-sucking lips, a too-big butt, and a pretty vagina where her penis once was. Mary noticed the area around that looked a little wet.

"Oh. Oh my," she said and quickly covered her mouth realizing her voice was not her own. "I'm... gorgeous, aren't I?"

She looked over at each of us and we all nodded in agreement, even if it was a little horrific to see.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

Mary turned her head to see the black woman walking toward her, taking off her scrubs. Mary's suspicions were correct – she had received a physical change, but just one. In place of her vagina (or on top of? It was difficult to see) was the largest penis Mary had ever seen. Correction... Mary's modesty lost out as she acknowledged it could only be described as a cock. At least 10 inches long and thicker than Mary's forearm, it stood straight up as she walked toward the bimbo. Imposing as it bounced back and forth, leaving a trail of precum to each side as it did. And she knew from an anime-obsessed friend what to call her: a futa.

"What? I don't want this. No, I'm a man and I like women! Ungh," she grunted as her hand betrayed her, snaking down to stroke her clit. She moaned loudly as the two met and the new futa aggressively kissed her. When they broke apart, the futa pushed the bimbo by her shoulders to her knees and grinned wildly as the she started pleasuring her massive cock.

On the ground 10 feet away, the redhead shuddered as she reached another orgasm seeing the big black cock on the woman. She wasn't getting much out of the show they were putting on, but she certainly was enjoying seeing everyone transform.

Mary turned back to her pedestal and waited. She knew it was a 50/50 chance she'd be next. She sighed in relief when she saw the pedestal next to hers light up. The small Asian woman was still watching the show as the futa fucked the bimbo's mouth, her hand covering her mouth opened in shock.

"Subject 53037. Please commence with your test," the Speaker said.

The little woman jumped at the sound and turned in horror to see her eclair lit up and waiting for her.

"I... I can't do it. I can't. Please don't," she pleaded, but it was of no use. Mary cringed as she heard the ZAP and the woman fell to the floor.

Tears in her eyes, she stood up and looked at the eclair. She defiantly shook her head "no" over and over before falling to the floor from another ZAP.

"Subject 53037. The technology being used to punish you is still in testing. It uses the same chemical we are testing today and repeated use WILL result in slow bimbofication. Please commence your test immediately."

It was Mary's turn to cover her shocked mouth. So either you willingly consumed it or the shocks turned you into what the futa was now over in the corner fucking doggy style? What was she going to do?

The woman stood back up, looked at the eclair, and her entire stance softened. She slowly inched toward it and picked it up. She sighed heavily and bit into it. Her eyes flew open – Mary guessed it was as delicious as the redhead's glass of milk. She eagerly ate the rest of the eclair, her whole demeanor now changed and happy.

When she had swallowed it all, she let out a small burp and covered her mouth in embarrassment, but then laughed at herself.

"I feel... nothing. The eclair is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted, but I don't feel my skin rippling or any warmth or pain or anything. What does that mean?" she asked the Speaker.

The redhead – now completely naked – groaned loudly after hearing there was no transformation. Frustrated, she got on her hands and knees and crawled toward the lewd act in the corner, offering her vagina to the bimbo who eagerly dove in while being pounded from behind.

"Thank you for your cooperation, 53037. Please wait and inform us if your status changes," the faceless voice responded. "And lastly, that leaves 53038."

Mary's heart dropped as she saw her pedestal light up. The light reflecting off the glitter on her cute name on the mug of coffee waiting for her. She reached for it, gingerly gripping it. It still felt warm, somehow, despite being there for at least an hour. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent. Yep, that was coffee.

Slowly, she took a sip and it surprisingly tasted identical to the cup she made each morning. She took another sip and another and another until the cup was gone.

Mustering up the courage, she started reporting her thoughts. "It tasted just like the coffee I make myself every morning. If I didn't know better, I would have said it was my coffee. Which is to say it tastes. So far I don't feel anything."

She waited a few minutes, expecting to be turned into a wanton whore, but nothing ever happened. She occasionally glanced at the threesome in the corner but tried to ignore it – the bimbo currently had her fist in the redhead who was being tit-fucked by the futa. The entire corner looked wet.

The Speaker returned, sounding somewhat annoyed. "Thank you for your cooperation, 53038."

Mary beamed at her Asian neighbor, who came over and put her hand on Mary's shoulder in a supportive way, making contact with skin near the neck. And then Mary felt it.

"Uhhhh," she grunted as she fell to her knees. "My... as soon as she touched me, my stomach caught fire. And now my breasts too. And my head." She breathed heavily and quickly tore off her scrubs, needing to see the changes. Her entire torso was heaving as she held ended up on her hands and knees. "It's so uncomfortable. Ugh. Make it stop!"

The tiny woman had backed away and was looking at her hands, wondering if she had somehow triggered it.

Mary looked down and watched in horror as she watched her stomach and thighs inflate. Dr. Lawrence wouldn't call her "thin" again after this. She was... pudgy, bordering on fat. Her flat breasts started extending toward the floor, quickly expanding more and more until she felt the cold floor on her nipples causing her to recoil away.

"I'm... fat," she whined, and then inhaled sharply as further changes started occurring. "And my breasts are huge."

She cried out as she got a splitting headache. Reaching up, she felt small... horns? What was going on?

Her face was buried in her arms in disbelief when she felt a coldness on her new breasts. Looking back under her, she saw droplets of milk forming under both. Both felt unbelievably swollen until she reached down to squeeze, feeling immediate relief as milk gushed out of them in a very un-human way.

"I'm... lactating. Heavily. I have small horn nubbins on my head. I've gained a lot of weight. And I feel so incredibly aroused. Send help please!"

While Mary was self-reporting her results, her small neighbor had slowly walked over to the threesome in the corner. They had calmed down slightly, with the futa taking a breather while the redhead and bimbo played.

Mary's neighbor looked at her hand and put it on the futa's shoulder, just as she had with Mary. The futa groaned loudly and clutched her naked breasts.

"Ugh. What did you do to me? Why are my tits hot?" she said and then stared daggers at the woman.

The futa watched as she lost the athletic body she was so proud of as her breasts grew at least 3 cup sizes. And if that wasn't enough, they start dripping milk just like Mary's breasts were.

She looked over and saw the redhead staring at her hungrily. The redhead clambered over onto the futa's lap, impaled herself on the giant cock, and started squeezing and sucking at the transformed breasts in front of her. Both of them start moaning again loudly.

The tiny Asian looked at her hands and reports, "I think I was changed afterall. I think I can trigger changes just by touching people."

Mary stared in disbelief. If she just hadn't been touched – would she have been unchanged? Or was she always going to become this human cow? She lost interest in this question the more she watched the redhead ride the futa. Her pussy was leaking and she was playing with it, needing more than anything for the futa to come over and breed her. And breed her again.

In the control room, the Speaker sat with Dr. Lawrence. Taking off his glasses, he scrunched up his eyes and rubbed his brow in frustration.

"Is this the best your capable of, Ava? I give one of the most brilliant minds in the country access to a miracle chemical and she creates a room full of sex-crazed circus freaks!" he says, nearly yelling the last of it.

Dr. Lawrence shrinks back, unsure how to respond. Clearly her experiment was an utter failure.

"Go out there and start cleaning it up. Direct the threesome into a room where they can work out their energy. Send 53038 to a Level B81. Dr. Markanen is waiting there for her and intends to run further tests. Guide 53037 to an observation room for blood work – we need to know what changed about her."

Dr. Lawrence nodded frantically, not wanting to say something that would jeopardize her position.

"DID I SAY NOD LIKE A FOOL? NO! GO OUT THERE NOW!" he yelled at her, clearly frustrated with her failures.

She hurried out of the room and he watched as she started moving 53038 to an elevator. At least the whistleblower problem was resolved, he thought.

He reached back over to the control panel, hit a red button to record, and began speaking into the microphone.

"M199-8... total failure. While there were some promising results with the taste and texture, the side effects of the chemical remain difficult to overcome. Even after 20 years of product development with it, getting the right mix and quantity is near impossible."

He paused the recording and sighed loudly before resuming. "I had high hopes for Dr. Lawrence, but she appears to be in over her head. I recommend re-assigning her to something unrelated to the chemical.

"For product M199, I recommend a full rework by a new team. The idea is promising, but I do not believe this current strain is worth pursuing further."

He looked back into the room as Dr. Lawrence returned from B81. She went to Subject 53037, who was still staring wide-eyed as subjects 41009 and 48031 continued copulating a few feet away. Dr. Lawrence put her hand on 53037's shoulder and then grabbed her hand to guide her away.

"Oh you idiot," the Speaker muttered in frustration. Was he surrounded by morons?

They took a few steps before the changes started. The button up shirt under the labcoat was quickly popping buttons as her breasts expanded to exceed 41009. Subject 53037 had jumped back and was now sitting against the wall, head in her hands, crying in despair.

Resting his face in his palm again, he groaned wiped his face downward. He picked up a phone and dialed the number for maintenance. "Yeah, it's me again," he said, watching as Ava bimbofied in front of his eyes. "I need you to send a team to Level B103... yeah, again. Make sure they know not to make any direct skin contact with the tiny Asian subject.... yeah... yeah... yeah, go full hazmat. Send her to a quarantined observation room. The other four can be locked up while they wear themselves out... yeah, yeah, okay."

He hung up and shook his head as Ava was now wetting her fingers to begin masturbating. Her breasts had ballooned up like a pornstars and looked incredibly round and fake, similar to some older tests years ago with the portal gun. Interestingly, they were leaking milk despite looking so fake.

He picked up the phone once more and called HR. "Dr. Ava Lawrence was infected during a test today. She's being sent to observation shortly, but she will not be able to continue working here and will need to be terminated immediately. The same goes for her new assistant, Mary Wojowski."

Epilogue

6 Months Later

Chubby little Mary laid in a field of grass, staring at the sky and watching the clouds roll by. She wore a cow-print bikini, though only reluctantly at the request of Fred. Her breasts ached, telling her it was time for her second milking today before they started leaking.

She slowly stood up and looked at the others in the field around her. Fred had brought her 4 more friends just like her since she changed, apparently from more experiments involving her milk. They were all smiling up at the sky like she had been, happy and content with their lives like her. This change had been for the better and her life was perfect now!

Well... nearly perfect. She put a hand on her belly and was disappointed she still hadn't been bred. It wasn't for lack of trying... Fred suspected she was no longer compatible with humans.

As she headed back to the barn to be milked, she remembered that Fred had said he was bring another new friend today! How exciting! She skipped toward the barn and sure enough, Fred was in there staring at a stall. She ran over to Fred, feeling her breasts wet as they started slowly dripping in her top. She looked into the stall and stared in shock.

She had been expecting another friend like her, but instead there was a man asleep in the stall. He was tall... real tall. And was unbelievably muscular. His horns were black instead of white, and much longer than her own. He didn't have leaky breasts like her, but he did have a gigantic cock with a flared head. Did this mean... ?

Mary looked at Fred expectantly and he said, "Yes, yes. I think we finally cracked the problem. He'll be asleep for a bit while he recovers from the changes, but once he's ready, he should be able to breed all of you like you need."

Mary jumped excitedly and gave Fred a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The world's first hucow stared in wonder and tried not to get too excited.