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Monica returns with a new, more pleasant attitude and Jim announces that she is now Jamie. Francis also gets to work in a lab today, and a series of unfortunate (of fortunate depending on how you look at it) cause his transformation to accelerate. He's going to have to visit the clinic to make sure he's still okay.\n\nPrevious;https://inkbunny.net/s/2347235 First; https://inkbunny.net/s/2347224 Next; \n\nCurrent (and guaranteed themes):\nSlow Transformation (Human to Anthro)\nLight or Subtle Mind Control/Hypnosis (May become heavy brainwashing IDK)\nFeminization\nDomination/Submission\nChastity\nLight Humiliation play\nCrossdressing\nMale/Female, Male/Hermaphrodite, Femboy/Femboy, Male/Male\nTaur\nOblivious\n\nCurrent Characters;\n\nFrancis; A young man who wanted to make some extra money, so he signed up for trials with Newman Research. After meeting Monica, he started to notice some changes, but wasn't too worried about them. He's become one of Jenni's girlfriends. As his transformation has progressed, he's had moments of fear but has shrugged them off each time. He' secretly excited to see where the changes will lead.\n\nMistress Prudence Madison; A woman (with a bit extra) in her early 30's who works for Newman Research. She has taken a personal interest in Francis. Has an interest in Domination, humiliation, and orgasm control. Her younger sister works in the laboratories within the facility.\n\nFacility AI; The AI in the facility that monitors the subjects and plans out their days for them. It's just begun to show its control over the facility.\n\nMonica; A goth woman who has become friends with Francis after meeting him in the gym. She's was worried about the 'side effects' she was experiencing and allowed her frustration to boil over. She found out the hard way what the consequences of disobedience and violence are. Her attitude has shifted towards \"relaxed and agreeable\" and her body has changed even more.\n\nJim -> Jamie; A man who joined the program at the same time as Monica. They've completely changed changed into a wide hipped woman with medium sized breasts.\n\nJenni/Guinevere: A bubbly woman who works in the main office. She has lots of boyfriends and girlfriends there and loves to have fun on the job with them. She has a dark secret that sometimes rides those bubbles to the surface.\n\nJan: They work in the mail department, making good use of their unique assets. One of the oldest experiments on the premises, they were involved with a bad batch and now have unique circumstances. Their success has inspired new avenues of research.\n\nConstance Madison; Mistress Madison's younger sister. She's been on the receiving end of her sister's scheming and now works at Newman Research to find a way to fix what her sister had done. She's normally shy but excitable.\n\nWrite up for setting lore; https://inkbunny.net/s/2347223", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Francis discovers new changes to his body and worries about what is happening to him, but gets distracted by pretty things. Monica returns with a new, more pleasant attitude and Jim announces that she is now Jamie. Francis also gets to work in a lab today, and a series of unfortunate (of fortunate depending on how you look at it) cause his transformation to accelerate. He's going to have to visit the clinic to make sure he's still okay.

Previous;https://inkbunny.net/s/2347235 First; https://inkbunny.net/s/2347224 Next;

Current (and guaranteed themes):
Slow Transformation (Human to Anthro)
Light or Subtle Mind Control/Hypnosis (May become heavy brainwashing IDK)
Feminization
Domination/Submission
Chastity
Light Humiliation play
Crossdressing
Male/Female, Male/Hermaphrodite, Femboy/Femboy, Male/Male
Taur
Oblivious

Current Characters;

Francis; A young man who wanted to make some extra money, so he signed up for trials with Newman Research. After meeting Monica, he started to notice some changes, but wasn't too worried about them. He's become one of Jenni's girlfriends. As his transformation has progressed, he's had moments of fear but has shrugged them off each time. He' secretly excited to see where the changes will lead.

Mistress Prudence Madison; A woman (with a bit extra) in her early 30's who works for Newman Research. She has taken a personal interest in Francis. Has an interest in Domination, humiliation, and orgasm control. Her younger sister works in the laboratories within the facility.

Facility AI; The AI in the facility that monitors the subjects and plans out their days for them. It's just begun to show its control over the facility.

Monica; A goth woman who has become friends with Francis after meeting him in the gym. She's was worried about the 'side effects' she was experiencing and allowed her frustration to boil over. She found out the hard way what the consequences of disobedience and violence are. Her attitude has shifted towards "relaxed and agreeable" and her body has changed even more.

Jim -> Jamie; A man who joined the program at the same time as Monica. They've completely changed changed into a wide hipped woman with medium sized breasts.

Jenni/Guinevere: A bubbly woman who works in the main office. She has lots of boyfriends and girlfriends there and loves to have fun on the job with them. She has a dark secret that sometimes rides those bubbles to the surface.

Jan: They work in the mail department, making good use of their unique assets. One of the oldest experiments on the premises, they were involved with a bad batch and now have unique circumstances. Their success has inspired new avenues of research.

Constance Madison; Mistress Madison's younger sister. She's been on the receiving end of her sister's scheming and now works at Newman Research to find a way to fix what her sister had done. She's normally shy but excitable.

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Francis wasn't a morning person, but he also wasn't a night owl, so he chalked up his current state to yesterday being a great day. He dumped his bedclothes into the laundry chute and hopped into the shower. The warm water felt great as he scrubbed himself clean.\n\nThe rest of his bathing ritual was automatic from the moment he stepped in. After the warm air finished drying him, he stepped out and walked to the mirror. Francis' stomach dropped as he looked at his reflection. Gone was the cute boy from yesterday. Before him was a girlish visage. The only clue that he wasn't a she was a complete lack of breasts. Their pecs, while puffy, were still flat enough to proclaim they belonged to a man. Francis' eyes frantically swept across his body. His hair was the same length, but it was full of curls. Poking out cutely from the rings were a pair of little black horns. Below those sat a cute face. The eyes were thinner and almond shaped. His eyes were still the sharp green they had always been, but his pupils seemed longer widthwise. Between those sat a long thin nose. At the bottom were a pair of large, soft lips. These seemed even bigger, as the whole face subtly pushed forward like it was trying to escape the skull beneath.\n\nFrancis raised his now dainty arms to his face, turning them around to see the back of his hands. His fingers were slender and were attached to equally feminine hands. They would be right at home on a woman if not for the way the nails darkened. The tips had shifted towards a light brown that grew to a dark black at the roots. The color briefly reminded him of the heel-less shoes he had worn the day before, cutting through the rising panic for the briefest moment. He then dropped his hands to look at the rest of his naked body.\n\nHis stomach was flat, lacking in any muscular definition. Wide hips sprouted below them to support a squeezable ass and plush thighs. Francis ignored these in favor of looking at the thin brown hairs that formed a trail from his groin to his belly button. He'd assumed the lotion he kept applying every morning would keep him hairless, but these little hairs seemed impervious to it. He couldn't help but stroke it. As his hand move across the fine, silky hair, he felt a rush of pleasure. Francis couldn't help but close his eyes and revel in the feeling. It was\n\n\f\n\nsupremely relaxing, comforting his frazzled mind. Opening his eyes once more with a clearer head, he looked to his feet.\n\nFrancis' feet had changed as well. He hadn't noticed it when he got up, but he was putting more of his weight on the front half of his feet, slightly lifting his heel. He tried to shift his weight back but stopped when it started to hurt. Moving past that, he took in his toes. The nails, just like his fingers, were brown and shifted to a deep black at their base. He tried to wiggle his toes and found that he could only move them in sets. The two biggest and the three smallest moved together, no matter how hard he tried to move each one individually.\n\nHis hands landed heavily on the counter in front of him, tears dotting the corner of his eyes as everything hit him. Monica was right about people changing and he couldn't ignore what he'd discover. `How'd I miss all this? Hell, this shouldn't even be possible!' he thought as he looked to the cute, feminine boy staring back at him. Fear and doubt continued to well up inside of him. Fear about what was being done to him and how he hadn't noticed. As for the doubt, `Do I want them to stop?' was the question that weighed him down like a ton of bricks. He shifted his hand unconsciously at the thought, knocking over a case that was sitting on the counter. The clatter of it spilling its contents pulled Francis out of his ruminations.\n\nThe case had been full of makeup, and an assortment of brushes, pads, bottles and tubes spread haphazardly across the counter. The new items presented a wonderful distraction for Francis. He leapt at the chance to examine the reassuringly mundane items. He quickly worked to pick them up and set them right side up so they wouldn't roll away. Each of them bore the logo Francis was all too familiar with by now, proudly proclaiming themselves as Newman products. He finished setting them up and turned his attention back to the case. Attached to the front was a note. Francis held the note in front of his face. He could detect the faint scent of flowers with earthy tones he now associated with relaxation and Mistress Madison. He eagerly started reading it. The writing was clean and legible, saying ``I liked what Jenni did with you, and you looked like you enjoyed it too.'' Below the writing was a salutation. ``Your Mistress, Prudence Madison.'' Francis giggled as he finished reading. He'd never learned Mistress' name before, but Prudence was too perfect for her.\n\nThinking of Mistress drove the unsure thoughts from Francis' mind. They seemed unimportant compared to her. He decided to tentatively apply some of the makeup, choosing something that looked easy enough for him to do. He held a tube of lipstick up and admired its color. He spun the bottom, rolling the lipstick up to reveal a cheery orange color. Francis leaned forward to get a better view of his face as he brought the tube too it. He carefully applied the tube to his lip, spreading the lipstick as evenly as he could. It took him longer to apply the lipstick satisfactorily than it had taken Jenni to do his whole face. He still felt a rush of pride as he looked at his efforts in the mirror.\n\nFrancis stopped applying the makeup there, not feeling confident enough to go further. `I'll ask Jenni to help me practice next time I get the chance.' He thought as he pranced over to\n\n\f\n\nthe toilet. As he went to sit down, he noticed a pink ribbon tied in a bow around his cage. Still giddy from his actions and his thoughts of Mistress, Francis only giggled at the cute adornment. `I bet Jenni put this on me...' He thought before frowning and continuing `but when could she have done it?' His mind struggled to remember a moment when Jenni could have tied the bow on yesterday, but the memories were vague and disjointed. He shook of the confusion and finished his business.\n\nBefore leaving the bathroom, Francis spared a moment to check the panel to see what he should wear. It told him to wear ``Outfit #3'' today as well. He smiled at the thought of his uniform. Soon, he was in the bedroom and looking in the wardrobe. His uniform hung where it had been the day before, smelling like it had just been freshly washed. It had that indistinct detergent scent. The underwear was the only thing that had changed, having shifted to the same orange as the lipstick he was wearing by coincidence. He slipped the outfit on, thoroughly enjoying the soft undergarments as they slid over his legs and chest. He had some difficulty placing the headphones on his head. The nubs of his growing horns felt sensitive, and he had the urge to shake the headphones off every time the band touched them. Francis managed to situate the metal so that his hair held it in place.\n\nContent that he was properly dressed and ready for the day, Francis headed towards the cafeteria. A variety of people were entering and exiting the wide glass doors. Some wore uniforms while others were in a variety of casual looking clothes. He fell into the crowd and let it sweep him to the food counter. Across the counter was the same large, pink woman as the day before. She was also as quick as yesterday, refilling trays of food just as they ran out. Francis vaguely remembered that she was the wife of the lawyer he had met yesterday and couldn't help but smile as he passed her. Today, he got a good view of her face. It would be right at home on an orc in Japanese media, save for being pink. He also noticed her eyes were full of joy. It was the look of someone doing what they loved and getting paid for it.\n\nHis plate full and drink in hand, he scanned the room for a place to sit. He was shocked to see Jim sitting across from Monica, chatting happily, after what had happened yesterday. Sure, Francis was the one who got pushed around but Jim had looked far more distressed by the situation. He took the safe route and sat beside Jim today. Monica looked at him and smiled vacantly. ``Ooooh Hey Francis. Sooory about yesterday.'' She said, drawing out the long O sounds as she spoke. She had changed since yesterday as well. Today, Monica's wide nose had come to meet her mouth. Her face had turned into what could only be described as a muzzle.\n\nThe septum of her wide nostrils was adorned with a large brass ring that slightly shook as she took deep breaths. Across her body were fine black and white hairs. They were just thick enough to being to reveal a pattern that reminded Francis of a Holstein cow, the classic symbol of dairy. It almost formed a yin and yang symbol on her face, one blotch of black and another of white surrounding each of her eyes. At the top of her head rested two small horns. They were a bright white and curved sharply forward and upwards. From the side of her head hung two conical shapes. They reminded Francis again of cows. Today, she was wearing a set of blue\n\n\f\n\noveralls. The straps that ran over the shoulder were pulled tight as they tried to contain her large breasts. Below that, Francis could make out a thick beige bra. Francis also noticed that her stomach bulged, but it was different from the fat had yesterday. It was thicker and firm, like she was hiding a balloon. Her hands had gone through a similar change to his, except the blunt nails had completely shifted to a deep black that reflected the cafeteria lighting.\n\nMonica had continued eating after apologizing. She didn't seem concerned as to whether Francis replied or not. ``It's alright. Um... You okay? It sounds like you're slurring a bit.'' Francis offered in response. ``Hmmmm Yeah. I think sooo. They said that it will gooooo away oooonce I settle in better. Said it'd coooome back if I get excited.'' She said, nodding along as if she was agreeing with her own statement. ``Well, that's good.'' Was all Francis could say. He then turned to get a look at Jim, who had politely fallen silent as the two spoke. Jim had gone through changes as extreme as Monica. If Francis hadn't known Jim so well, he would have thought he was sitting beside a wide hipped woman. Their breasts weren't as large as Monica's, but they were still visible through their clothes. The clothing itself was a little different from yesterday as well.\n\nJim was wearing a jumpsuit, but instead of worker's orange, it was a soft pastel blue. On top of that was a light-yellow vest. The way the bottom came together reminded Francis of an apron. Altogether, it reminded Francis of outfits he'd seen daycare workers who specialized in very young children wear. Jim's head had also changed, face pushing out in a similar manner to Monica's. The skin around his mouth and nose had taken on a yellow tint that cut off sharply as it reached his eyes. He also had hairs coating his entire body, but these were a blonde color and seemed thicker than normal hair. The hair on his head had also grown longer, which Jim had tied back into a ponytail. It didn't hang limply, somehow fanning out behind his head. Every little gust of wind sent it shifting and quaking. He couldn't tell see Jim's ears but assumed that they were hidden in the thick blond hair.\n\nFrancis happened to catch sight of something slipping out from the back of Jim's clothes. On closer inspection, he realized that they were feathers. The short feathers were the same blonde color as the thick hairs covering the rest of Jim. His hands were the only part of him that didn't have feathers, but they continued the yellow theme. Little scales reached up to his elbows. His hands were slim, each finger tipped with long and sharp nails. These were as black as Monica's fingernails. They gleamed in the light, proclaiming a hint of danger that didn't mesh with Jim's now soft body and equally soft attitude.\n\nThe befeathered man was the first to speak. Their tone was soft as it had been before, but Francis felt confident in firmly listing it mentally as `motherly.' ``Hey, sweetheart. You look like you're in a good mood this morning.'' Francis nodded and said ``Yep. I got a gift this morning from Mistress, so of course I'm happy.'' Jim seemed a littler perturbed by what Francis had said but didn't let it leak into his voice. ``That's... Great! It's always nice to get gifts. Make sure you thank whoever it was you said gave it to you properly.'' Francis nodded. ``Of course, I will! Anyway, what are your plans for the day?'' he said, sweeping a hand to indicate the question\n\n\f\n\nwas to both of his partners. Monica reacted first. ``I'm goooing toooo wooork toooday.'' She said in her deep yet feminine voice.\n\n``Good for you. It's important to do what you're told.'' Jim said, nodding sagely. He then turned towards Francis and said ``I have the same plans. After that, both of us have a check-up scheduled with the nice doctors. Don't we honey?'' He finished by speaking to Monica.\n\nSomething about the tone made it seem like less of a question and more of a reminder. Monica only nodded in agreement. Jim then turned back to Francis and continued ``So, that means we might not be able to meet this evening. It depends on how long they have to poke and prod us.'' He paused for a moment, adding ``and I'm going by Jamie now, dearie. Some things happened and well... I'm not much of a man anymore.'' He, now a self-declared she, trailed off. Francis couldn't stop from himself from glancing at Jamie's groin before recovering and saying, ``That's alright. Um...'' He suddenly felt very nervous as he finished with ``Just... Uh... Forgive me if I get it wrong. I'm so used to calling you Jim and all.'' Jamie laughed, slapping his arm and saying ``I mess it up myself sometimes, sweetheart. I can be such a birdbrain.''\n\nJamie had retained Jim's social skills. Francis' nervousness faded as Jamie's laughter did. They spent the rest of the meal talking about random subjects. When they had finished, Francis went to stand up to return his tray, but Jamie grabbed his arm. ``Hold on, dear. You have something on your face.'' She reached up and rubbed a napkin across the corner of her mouth. Francis could only freeze and allow it to happen, something in the woman's voice telling him she would broker no argument on this. After that slightly awkward moment, the three left the cafeteria together and headed towards the elevator.\n\nThe ride was a different today. Instead of feeling the normal feeling of falling, Francis felt his weight increase as the elevator rose. The doors opened into a large glass sunroom. It must have been in the back of the facility, as he hadn't noticed it when he came in. He also hadn't noticed the shuttles sitting beside a road that led away from the facility towards a manicured copse of trees. These were evenly spaced, with grass growing between them to allow people to comfortable walk among them. It was clear that this ``forest'' was man made. Both Monica and Jamie got off at this stop. A quick goodbye was all they could share before the doors closed and left Francis alone. He then felt lighter as the elevator began to descend.\n\nThis ride was longer than any he had been on previously. He began to wonder where he was going. The office had only been a short ride away from the floor he started on, and the ride up had been short as well. He felt like he had been in the elevator for minutes. Just as he was starting to worry, the elevator stopped, and its doors slid open. They revealed a hallway with tiled floors and white walls. These were stark white, giving off a clinical, sterile vibe. This was helped by the regularly spaced fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He cautiously stepped out, jumping a little as the elevator closed behind him with a mechanical `shumpf.' He didn't realize how quiet the halls were until he was in them. He cast his eyes down the hall, trying to take in as much as he could.\n\n\f\n\nDoors were evenly spaced along the walls, with large glass windows in between each one. Francis' shoes squeaked quietly as he approached a window to carefully peer inside. Through the glass, he could see a clean white room. The only thing that made it any different from the halls was the myriad of tubing, equipment, flasks and machines with blinking lights spread across desks. He then noticed someone in a white lab coat staring intently at a flask with a tube coming out of the top, seemingly fascinated by the off-green liquid that was gently bubbling inside. Swallowing, Francis plucked up his courage and knocked on the door attached to the room.\n\nHe heard a squeak of surprise and the sound of glass tapping against glass before falling quiet again. Suddenly, the door swung open and Francis was face to face with the person he had seen through the window. He took this moment to look them over. The first thing he noticed was that the figure was shorter than him. If he had to guess, she was barely scraping 4 and a half feet. That is, if he didn't count the grey furred saucers attached to the side of her head that twitched and twisted at every little noise they could pick up. These were nestled in carefully combed red hair that was pulled back in a short, low ponytail. The hair style seemed perfect for lab work, keeping it restrained and out of the way of potential hazards.\n\nAs Francis looked at her face, he couldn't help but think `Cute!' A large part of her face was covered by large circular glasses with nearly invisible silver trimming. Behind the glasses rested a set of deep brown eyes that roved over Francis as he was doing to the figure. Below the figure's eyes was a smattering of freckles, and a little more. He would have missed them if the ears hadn't primed him to look for more non-human parts. Long whiskers sprouted from her cheeks, almost invisible except for the points where they met the skin. Even those could be mistaken for larger and darker freckles. Every now and again they would twitch, causing the tips to wiggle.\n\nThe persons torso made Francis feel more confident in deciding the figure was a female. While the lab coat and professional button up shirt hid much, he could detect the faint outline of breasts. They were small and perky underneath the shirt. If he was pressed, Francis would have to guess the pair were about the size of lemons. They sat on an equally small chest above a thin waist. The woman's hips were just as subtle as the rest of her, only noticeable if you were looking for them specifically. As he was looking at the lower portion of the woman's body, his eyes were drawn to a motion behind her. A tail waved behind her. It flicked around in short nervous fits, giving Francis flashes of its light pink skin and worm-like segments.\n\nFrancis didn't have the chance to speak before the woman did. ``Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know not to disturb someone in the middle of an experiment?'' She asked. Her voice was high, almost squeaky. She also spoke incredibly fast, giving Francis trouble as he tried to keep up. As she waited for his response, her hand moved to push her glasses back up her nose. It was obviously a deeply ingrained habit. ``Well... um... Sorry. I think I'm working here today. The elevator had me get off here. I've only done lab experiments in college, but I was usually the first one there and the last to leave so I never had to learn about the right way\n\n\f\n\nto enter a lab.'' He said before nervously adding ``Not because I was bad at it or didn't understand what I had to do. I just liked working in the lab. Um... Ah, my name is Francis, but half the people here call me Francine. I'm fine with whatever you like.''\n\nHer eyes darted around his body again before she seemed to relax. ``That's alright. I'll have to teach you later. You're also right on time. It was sudden notice, but my lab assistant, Connor, got sick. I'm on the verge of a time sensitive breakthrough too, so I put in the request for someone with lab experience. You'll do.'' Her patter was starting to become familiar to Francis, making it easier for him to understand everything she said. She'd already turned and was starting to walk back towards the desk she had been working at when Francis called out. ``I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name Miss...'' He paused to give her a chance to tell him.\n\n``Madison.'' The woman said over her shoulder. Francis froze at the mention of the name. ``Wait, did you say Madison?'' he asked, his feelings split down the middle. Half of him hoped that he had mis-heard and the other half desperately hoped he had heard right. The mousey lady huffed, clearly lacking social manners, before saying, ``Yes. My name is Constance Madison.'' Francis barely heard the rest of her rant about parents giving their kids old fashioned names or names of virtues they hoped the children would embody as they grew up. He obediently waited for her to finish before saying ``Your name's just like Mistress'.''\n\nThis made Constance freeze in turn. Her no nonsense attitude melted, and her fidgeting\n\nincreased by orders of magnitude. Her tail whipped in a wild frenzy as she spun around.\n\n``Madison just like Mistress'...'' she started muttering ``wait, you're THE Francis. She was talking\n\nabout... Oh no.'' She rushed back over to him. ``I'm really sorry, Francis. I didn't mean to be...\n\nuh... rude to you or anything! I'm just really stressed from work. Yeah. Work stress.'' Her voice\n\nwas shaky, and it approached inaudible squeak territory more often. Francis tried to channel his\n\ninner Jamie and reassure her. ``It's alright, I understand. It can be hard, and I would hate being\n\ninterrupted while I was in the middle of work too. If you don't mind, how about we calm down\n\na little. What did you mean by `THE Francis'?''\n\nConstance tried to push up her already secure glasses again as she took a deep breath. The whipping of her tail and wiggling of her whiskers slowed down, but they still quivered with nervous energy. ``Well...'' she began, glancing about like a person who was paranoid they were about to talk about someone who could suddenly walk into earshot. ``Prudence is my older sister.'' Francis leapt at the chance to learn more about Mistress. ``You're older sister? Can you tell me more about her? I've been around her, but I know almost nothing about Mistress.'' The mouse-eared woman scrunched up her face in concentration. She looked like she was trying to make the toughest decision of her life. Her face relaxed when she looked at Francis' own face and the sincerity it displayed.\n\n``Alright. Just promise me you won't tell her who you heard this from.'' She relented. Francis nodded enthusiastically. ``So, I'll start with the obvious.'' She said, indicating her own body. ``All this is her fault.'' Francis was shocked. Adding animal parts to a person should be\n\n\f\n\nimpossible. ``Really? That's impossible.'' Constance sighed and said ``You're far enough along anyway. Newman Research has been working for years on combining human and animal DNA to create anthropomorphic versions of animals. It always failed when they tried to start with an animal base, and they still haven't figured out why. When the problem was looked at with a human base, they started making headway. You're one of those humans.'' Francis was shocked by what he was hearing. He'd notice he and his friends were turning into something else, but to hear someone plainly state that they were becoming animals was unexpected confirmation. Constance saw this and quickly said ``Don't worry, the transformation serum is pretty much complete. You'll still be pretty much human mentally, with just a few minor instincts from the animal you're mixed with. Honestly, they should just tell you test subjects outright when you come here. All we need to do now is work on the speed. It's down to a week from the initial year it took for the first successful batch. A few more months and it will be ready to hit the market.''\n\nFrancis thought for a moment. If they had approached him and said ``Hey, this shot will turn you into a human-animal hybrid!'' he would have walked out and never looked back. He felt a little betrayed, but that was shoved aside by a new feeling of excitement and adventure. He had an end goal to look forward too, and they couldn't make him want to transform, could they? He nodded and said ``Alright. I was wondering about that. But back to Mistress.'' Constance returned to her original subject with relish. ``Yeah, so my body is all her fault. A lot of people are scared of needles, so alternate methods of introduction were required. It's really an interesting subject, I'd love to explain some of the methods to you later, but anyway.'' She paused to catch her breath and continued ``Newman Research had developed a drinkable version but were going to scrap it because they couldn't get a full transformation from it.'' Francis took her next pause, cutting in with ``What does this have to do with Mistress.''\n\n``Patience, I was getting to that!'' Constance squeaked at him with annoyance.\n\n``Prudence had the idea to bring someone else in, that someone else being me. I wouldn't\n\nnormally work for a place like this, but I have a doctorate in genetics. I also wouldn't have\n\nbelieved her about transforming people if she hadn't spiked my drink when we had dinner\n\ntogether.'' Anger seemed to rise from the small woman as she described her sister's actions. ``It\n\nwas her way of roping me into joining Newman Research without a chance of failure. She knew\n\nthe serum wouldn't work completely, leaving me half transformed. She also knew I would try to\n\nfind a solution to it. The formula for the drinkable serum is unique, so I can't just take an\n\ninjection to finish it off and then work on a way to go back to human. I've been here for the\n\npast year, and I'm so close to getting the serum to work. Then I can start working on a way to\n\nchange back.'' She finished her monologue, half ranting as she reached the portion about how\n\nlong she had been working for Newman Research.\n\nFrancis, on the other hand, wasn't feeling well. He couldn't imagine Mistress doing something so mean to her own sister, let alone something illegal. A sense of justice rose in Francis and he said ``Why didn't you tell the police? Even if there isn't a law about transforming\n\n\f\n\npeople, there are laws about tampering with food.'' Constance was taken aback by his suggestion. ``I didn't notice until a couple weeks later when the whiskers came in and...'' her voice and face softened as she said ``she's my big sister. Sure, she's annoying and pushy, but I love her anyway. She's been there for me.'' Francis could see tears at the corner of Constance's eyes. She must have been lost in painful memories and assumed Francis still thought she should have reported Mistress, as she continued ``Like one time in high school, I thought she stole my boyfriend from me. I was so mad at her, until she came to me a few days later. She had evidence proving that he was just with me to get answers to schoolwork and thought I was a gross nerd because I played tabletop RPG's.''\n\nHe couldn't stop himself. Francis had to hug her. The urge came from a mixture of compassion for the small woman and relief that she had confirmed Mistress to be a caring individual. His mind simply refused to dwell on the bad things Mistress had done. Constance didn't resist the hug. Instead she leaned into it, knocking her glasses askew as she nuzzled her way into Francis' soft chest. They stayed in the embrace long enough for Constance to recover. She pulled away slowly, giving Francis a quiet ``Thanks.'' Francis only smiled in return.\n\nTogether, they walked to the desk where the bubbling flask sat. Both felt more at ease after spending time in each other's arms. That, or Francis had become much more huggable. Constance was back into work mode, telling Francis what amounts of chemicals she needed him to measure out for her or what file she needed to cross reference. Francis fell back into his college lab day, following her instructions to the letter. Their pace only increased as they worked together. They completed all the work they needed to for the day, setting aside some things that needed time to settle, before getting things ready for the next day. It was at that moment disaster chose to strike.\n\nAs she walked by a rack of, Constance stumbled and spilled the papers she was carrying all over the floor. This covered up the sound of a test tube rack falling over, spilling the fluids they contained. Francis and Constance didn't notice the growing pool of fluid on the desk above them as they scrambled to pick up the papers and reorganize them. Francis' first clue something was off was the tightness of his cage. He'd gotten used to it, but this sensation was more like the time he had woken up from that dream. His flesh started to bulge through the bars, desperate to expand to its full height. He started taking deeper and deeper breaths as his body's desires became harder to ignore. Francis could barely register a sharp chemical smell as he drew in breath.\n\nConstance began to show similar signs, her own breath becoming hot and heavy. Her eyes lit up with panic when she realized what it was. ``Oh no.'' she breathed as she pushed herself away from the desk, leaving Francis to pant on the ground. He noticed the movement and tried to follow. He had some difficulty getting back to his feet with his cock throbbing in its cage, the soft panties he was wearing causing him to lose the strength in his legs as they teased his gilded length. He tried to follow her as he rose, relying on a different desk to pull himself\n\n\f\n\nfully upright. Constance was busy stumbling towards a button on the wall by the time he had risen to his feet and saw what was going on.\n\nShe hit the button on the wall with some force. Francis winced, expecting alarms to sound, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, he heard the sound of locks engaging and large fans activating. He could feel the air as it circulated out of the room, fresh air being pumped in. ``It's okay. Those are just artificial pheromone samples. Well, not exactly but they aren't dangerous. They'll just make us horny for a bit.'' Constance reassured Francis as she gathered cleaning supplies. ``Alright. So, we just clean it up and then what?'' He asked, unsure that the tightness he was feeling would dissipate soon. ``Well, we can sit and suffer until it works out of our systems or...'' The mouse-woman replied as she neutralized the spill and mopped it up. She then began to blush heavily ``Or... we can get it out of our system.''\n\nFrancis started blushing to match, imagining the possibilities. She dumped the supplies into a chute labeled incinerator and turned back to him. Besides her burning face, Francis could tell her skin was flushed. The nipples on her pert breast were desperately pressing through her shirt. He could see that her smaller body was feeling the effects of the spill more than he was. ``I think we should get it out of our system.'' He said, suddenly feeling very shy. Constance's eyes lit up. ``Great! Wait right there'' she said as she went to another desk. This one had a computer on top of it and small personal items spread around it. Francis guessed it was hers, which was confirmed by how confidently she opened a drawer and retrieved what she was looking for.\n\nIn her hands was a plain black rod with straps cutting it off a few inches past the middle. The shorter side had a different curve, forming a hook-like shape. ``I know what my sister likes, so I figured this might come in handy one day.'' She said, caressing the item as if it was one of a kind. Francis tried to get a better look at it as she approached him. He realized that it was a double ended strap on. He'd never seen one in person, at least not one outside of the box. Constance's face shifted from a mixture of shame to pride then to embarrassment as he stared intently at her and her toy. ``I know you aren't functional down there, so I'm going to have to be on top.'' She said, causing Francis to experience a wave of embarrassment of his own. `Does everyone already know that my dick is locked up?' He thought to himself. The idea that everyone knew and didn't let on caused his cock to try to expand more with the fresh arousal. As he dealt with this, Constance continued speaking. ``I'm not used to being the one on top... So, I'm not really sure I'll be any good at it. I hope it would be better than nothing, though.'' She offered shyly.\n\nFrancis didn't care at that point. All he wanted to do was get off. His whole body felt incredibly hot, a light sheen of sweat forming across him. ``I don't care. Just fuck me!'' He blurted out. Constance shrank back for a moment, then nodded. She hardened her gaze as she pulled her glasses off in an attempt at sexy librarian. It looked more cute than sexy, but Francis didn't notice. He was dropping sliding off his skirt and panties as she did this. She hurried to catch up. Francis looked between his legs as he lowered his clothes to his ankles. From there, he could see Constance slip her pants off. Her sex was like the rest of her, cute and small. He\n\n\f\n\nalso noticed a small strand of her arousal stretch and snap as it tried to follow her discarded panties.\n\nHe stayed bent over, deciding to wiggle his plump ass for her. He watched as Constance stared at the movement and whispered, ``That's hot.'' He giggled, unknown muscles in his back lifting his lightly haired stub of a tail. His body was on autopilot. It was doing all it could to tease and entice someone, anyone, to come and take him. Constance quickly slid the hooked end of the strap on into her. It went in easily, aided by her dripping state of arousal. He watched her struggle with the straps for a moment before she took a deep breath. She tried her best to harden her face, and then spoke in as best a commanding tone as she could muster. ``Turn around and get on your knees... Slut!'' she added the last word with a bit of thought and a lot of embarrassment. She didn't need to worry, as Francis spun to face her and sunk down.\n\nPresented before him was the shiny rubber shaft. He knew what was going to happen as he had seen enough porn to be familiar with what was happening before entering the facility. He started to open his mouth and lean forward to take it in, but something stopped him. Francis then realized that she hadn't told him to do anything. He stayed still, looking up at the diminutive woman made tall. She was confused by this before realizing what was happening. Face still red from earlier she quietly said ``Oops. Sorry Francis. Geez.'' She then went back into character and commanded him to suck it. She looked like she wanted to add something else but thought better of it at the least second and cut herself off with a squeak.\n\nFrancis leaned forward and lovingly wrapped his lips around the rubber length, doing his best to imitate what he had seen on the internet. He swirled his tongue around it and tried to build up as much spit as he could. He knew what would be happening soon, especially if the sounds Constance was making above him were any indication and wanted to make things as easy as possible for himself. He tried to take the shaft deeper but couldn't suppress his untrained gag reflex. His retch and retreat startled the thin woman above him, who looked down and whispered, ``You okay Francis?'' He lifted his hand a gave a small thumbs up before trying again carefully. He succeeded in taking it further than before, taking in just over half the length.\n\n``That's good enough.'' Constance said, grabbing Francis by the hair and pulling him back. She winced as he did and mouthed another sorry. Francis smiled up at her, drool slipping down his chin. ``Turn around and show me your boi-hole ple... I mean, now.'' She ordered. Francis jumped at her order, spinning and dropping to his chest and raising his ass high. He felt Constance's legs move to either side of his own and heard a hand sliding over slick rubber before he felt the blunt tip press against his backdoor. He did his best to relax and open himself up for her. He hadn't completely tightened up from Jenni's thorough attention the day before, so the toy managed to slide in with little resistance. Francis was still glad that his partner was taking it slow.\n\n\f\n\nInch by inch, the toy was worked into Francis. Constance struggled a little. She wasn't tall or heavy enough to get solid leverage for a proper thrust. He decided to rectify this issue himself by carefully timing his own backward motion. As she moved forward, he slid back and moaned as the toy sunk deeper in a single thrust than it had the whole time Constance had been working alone. ``I think it won't slip out now.'' She said quietly. Francis was about to ask what she meant before he heard a click and felt the rubber toy begin vibrating powerfully. ``Oh fuck'' Constance groaned as she felt it come to life inside her as well.\n\nThe sensation was driving Francis wild. He was already desperate for something to get him off, and the opportunity had just got even better. He leaned back into Constance. She moaned as the toy pressed harder into her in response. Her thin hands reached towards Francis' hips, falling a little short of their goal and instead resting on his plump ass. Undeterred, she grabbed them and pulled herself closer to him. Thanks to this extra force, Constance could begin thrusting in earnest. She withdrew a few inches before driving her hips back. Francis moaned girlishly as she did this, enjoying the combined vibration and movement.\n\nShe took this as an opportunity to try and assert her dominance. A small hand raised and then came back down on Francis ass. It couldn't be called a spank as it was too soft to even make the tell-tale noise. Still, Francis decided to play along. He squealed like it had shocked him and then moaned out ``Harder!'' He didn't care that Constance wasn't really dominating him, he was more caught up in the role of submitting. He found it surprisingly enjoyable. It was like naughty roleplay. Constance seemed to be enjoying the roleplaying as much as him, as she slapped his wide butt again and doubled the speed of her thrusts.\n\nSoon, the roleplay was forgotten. Their tryst had devolved into simple, animalistic fucking. Francis shook as she drove her strap on into him. He'd forgotten his own pleasure earlier, but now he was drooling thick streams of cum from his caged cock. Constance's moans had shifted to high pitched `Eeps' and `Eeeks' as she got closer to her own hip twitching climax. Unnoticed to both of them, their motions had caused them to slide on the tiled floor. Soon, Francis found the leg of the desk in front of him. A devious idea formed. He leaned up and wrapped his hand around the leg. He then used it as leverage to push back into Constance's next thrust. He gave a low moan as he felt himself slide all the way down the strap on. His ass met Constance's thighs, and the two paused. Constance leaned over him. He could feel her hot breath on his back, driving him wild at the idea of someone over him.\n\nThey recovered and returned to their wild thrusting, shaking the desk above them. Unnoticed and uncared for, another flask spilled over. Its contents dribbled over the edge, right onto Francis. Constance didn't see this happening either. Her eyes were shut tight, doing her best to fight of exhaustion and continue moving while in the throws of orgasm. Francis didn't notice either, as he was already feeling wet from the sweat that built up from his exertions. The pleasure he was feeling distracted from the shifting of his head and legs. The two little nubs of horn slid further away from his skull, curling across the top of his head. His face drew into a muzzle like Monica's but much thinner. His nose rounded at the end, nostrils becoming the\n\n\f\n\nmain feature of the tip. His jaw followed suit, meshing with his expanded nose. The brown hair that had grown on his belly now spread over the rest of his body forming a silky carpet. His tail also finished growing, covered in longer brown hair than the rest of his body, wiggling and flicking with each of Constance's ass shaking thrusts.\n\nHis feet also changed, toes merging and toenails merging into split hooves as his ankles moved further up his leg and snapped the straps on his heels. This would have been uncomfortable, but Francis was too lost in a rush of pleasure as his cock spewed long jets of white cum. ``MaAaaA'' He moaned, his voice shifting and wavering. This woke Constance up from her sexual trance. ``Oh shit! Francis!'' She withdrew from him in one motion, leaving his ass gaping to the freezing air of the laboratory. Constance scrambled to check what had spilled this time. Francis remained where he was, struggling to stay awake after just cumming. He'd never felt so tired from orgasm as he did then. He could hear Constance on the phone, saying something. He caught snippets about ``Acceleration'' and ``topical'', but he couldn't care less. He was riding the waves of pleasure coming from his winking ass.\n\n``Hey Francis, how are you feeling'' Constance asked nervously as she returned, placing a hand gently on top of his head. ``Not baAaad'' he replied sleepily. He relished the feeling of her hand moving through his curly hair. Her hands roved over his body, palpating different spots. To Francis, it was like getting a massage. ``I think you're going to be alright.'' She said after pinching his arm to see if there was any fat left. Rapid transformations needed fuel and fortunately Francis seemed to have had plenty.\n\nA knock came from the door and it made Constance stop petting Francis. Shortly thereafter, strong hands pulled Francis to his feet and then across the back of a horse. He thought that until he leaned forward and was met instead by a human-like back. In the back of his mind, Francis recognized who this was. ``Hey buddy, fancy seeing you here.'' The voice belonged to Jan, the horse-taur he had met yesterday. ``Try to stay awake please. Don't want you falling off, okay?'' They spoke softly to him. Francis nodded, doing his best to keep his eyes open. His efforts were made harder by the fact he was being gently rocked as his impromptu mount moved.\n\nJan seemed to have an idea about how to keep him awake. ``I bet you're wondering how I ended up like this, right?'' Francis only muttered incoherently. It was a good enough answer for Jan. ``Well, about six months back my twin brother and I came in for experiments too. Things got a little weird, something about our DNA reacting a certain way or whatever, and we ended up both only transforming halfway.'' Francis pressed his face against Jan's back in response. ``Said it could be fatal if they didn't act fast. My bottom half wouldn't be able to support my transformed top half and vice versa for my brother. We were both kinda out of it at the time so we would have agreed to anything. Well, they decided to combine us.'' This woke Francis up. ``WhaaAaat do you mean?'' Jan snorted a laugh as Francis spoke. ``That's adorable!'' they exclaimed after hearing his new verbal tick. They then said ``I'm not sure how they did it. We both went under, and when I woke up, my brother was my bottom half. I always thought he\n\n\f\n\nwas a horse's ass, but now he really is one! Oh, and before you get worried, he's still here.'' Jan finished by tapping their head.\n\nThe elevator opened back into the familiar halls of the common area. Jan began to walk, continuing ``It was a little confusing for the first few weeks. Eventually, we just sort of combined into one being. I'm glad about it though. If I didn't have my bro up here, I'd have no idea what to do with my dick!'' Francis decided that Jan was primarily a she with something extra as she stomped her back hoof at her half joke. Thoughts about large, horse cocks and heavy virile balls rose unbidden. He wondered briefly what they would feel like in his hands before he heard the sound of a door being opened and found himself back in his room. Jan carefully shifted him off her lower back and onto the bed. ``Don't go falling asleep now, Francis. We still gotta get you undressed.'' She said as she began slipping of Francis' remaining clothes. ``Don't worry, since the circumstances are a little special you don't have to put on your night clothes.'' She reassured him when he tried to sit up and look to his wardrobe.\n\nHer strong hands guided him under the covers, tucking him in affectionately. She then leaned in and kissed his sleepy head, laughing a little as she said, ``Couldn't help myself.'' She stepped away from the bed, four hooves giving off muted thumps on the rubberized floor.\n\nFrancis heard the door open and close again. This was followed by the lights dimming, signaling to his tired mind that it was time to go to sleep. He did so without any resistance, exhausted from the day and his rapid transformation.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Newman Research Chapter 4

Francis jolted awake in bed. His head pounding and his body ached. He yawned widely, making his sore jaw pop. Stretching relieved most of his body's pains. `Man, I can't believe working yesterday took so much out of me.' He mused as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His feet hit the rubberized floor with a soft thump as he leapt to his feet. He didn't mean to do so, but when he pushed off the bed to stand up with his usual force it sent him flying. It only took a few steps for Francis to find his balance. He giggled at his silly situation before brushing his negligee down.

He didn't even wait for the robotic voice to tell him to go to the bathroom. Francis pranced into the room, pulling off pieces of clothing as he went. He was a little surprised by how good he suddenly felt, especially after waking up. Francis wasn't a morning person, but he also wasn't a night owl, so he chalked up his current state to yesterday being a great day. He dumped his bedclothes into the laundry chute and hopped into the shower. The warm water felt great as he scrubbed himself clean.

The rest of his bathing ritual was automatic from the moment he stepped in. After the warm air finished drying him, he stepped out and walked to the mirror. Francis' stomach dropped as he looked at his reflection. Gone was the cute boy from yesterday. Before him was a girlish visage. The only clue that he wasn't a she was a complete lack of breasts. Their pecs, while puffy, were still flat enough to proclaim they belonged to a man. Francis' eyes frantically swept across his body. His hair was the same length, but it was full of curls. Poking out cutely from the rings were a pair of little black horns. Below those sat a cute face. The eyes were thinner and almond shaped. His eyes were still the sharp green they had always been, but his pupils seemed longer widthwise. Between those sat a long thin nose. At the bottom were a pair of large, soft lips. These seemed even bigger, as the whole face subtly pushed forward like it was trying to escape the skull beneath.

Francis raised his now dainty arms to his face, turning them around to see the back of his hands. His fingers were slender and were attached to equally feminine hands. They would be right at home on a woman if not for the way the nails darkened. The tips had shifted towards a light brown that grew to a dark black at the roots. The color briefly reminded him of the heel-less shoes he had worn the day before, cutting through the rising panic for the briefest moment. He then dropped his hands to look at the rest of his naked body.

His stomach was flat, lacking in any muscular definition. Wide hips sprouted below them to support a squeezable ass and plush thighs. Francis ignored these in favor of looking at the thin brown hairs that formed a trail from his groin to his belly button. He'd assumed the lotion he kept applying every morning would keep him hairless, but these little hairs seemed impervious to it. He couldn't help but stroke it. As his hand move across the fine, silky hair, he felt a rush of pleasure. Francis couldn't help but close his eyes and revel in the feeling. It was

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supremely relaxing, comforting his frazzled mind. Opening his eyes once more with a clearer head, he looked to his feet.

Francis' feet had changed as well. He hadn't noticed it when he got up, but he was putting more of his weight on the front half of his feet, slightly lifting his heel. He tried to shift his weight back but stopped when it started to hurt. Moving past that, he took in his toes. The nails, just like his fingers, were brown and shifted to a deep black at their base. He tried to wiggle his toes and found that he could only move them in sets. The two biggest and the three smallest moved together, no matter how hard he tried to move each one individually.

His hands landed heavily on the counter in front of him, tears dotting the corner of his eyes as everything hit him. Monica was right about people changing and he couldn't ignore what he'd discover. `How'd I miss all this? Hell, this shouldn't even be possible!' he thought as he looked to the cute, feminine boy staring back at him. Fear and doubt continued to well up inside of him. Fear about what was being done to him and how he hadn't noticed. As for the doubt, `Do I want them to stop?' was the question that weighed him down like a ton of bricks. He shifted his hand unconsciously at the thought, knocking over a case that was sitting on the counter. The clatter of it spilling its contents pulled Francis out of his ruminations.

The case had been full of makeup, and an assortment of brushes, pads, bottles and tubes spread haphazardly across the counter. The new items presented a wonderful distraction for Francis. He leapt at the chance to examine the reassuringly mundane items. He quickly worked to pick them up and set them right side up so they wouldn't roll away. Each of them bore the logo Francis was all too familiar with by now, proudly proclaiming themselves as Newman products. He finished setting them up and turned his attention back to the case. Attached to the front was a note. Francis held the note in front of his face. He could detect the faint scent of flowers with earthy tones he now associated with relaxation and Mistress Madison. He eagerly started reading it. The writing was clean and legible, saying ``I liked what Jenni did with you, and you looked like you enjoyed it too.'' Below the writing was a salutation. ``Your Mistress, Prudence Madison.'' Francis giggled as he finished reading. He'd never learned Mistress' name before, but Prudence was too perfect for her.

Thinking of Mistress drove the unsure thoughts from Francis' mind. They seemed unimportant compared to her. He decided to tentatively apply some of the makeup, choosing something that looked easy enough for him to do. He held a tube of lipstick up and admired its color. He spun the bottom, rolling the lipstick up to reveal a cheery orange color. Francis leaned forward to get a better view of his face as he brought the tube too it. He carefully applied the tube to his lip, spreading the lipstick as evenly as he could. It took him longer to apply the lipstick satisfactorily than it had taken Jenni to do his whole face. He still felt a rush of pride as he looked at his efforts in the mirror.

Francis stopped applying the makeup there, not feeling confident enough to go further. `I'll ask Jenni to help me practice next time I get the chance.' He thought as he pranced over to

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the toilet. As he went to sit down, he noticed a pink ribbon tied in a bow around his cage. Still giddy from his actions and his thoughts of Mistress, Francis only giggled at the cute adornment. `I bet Jenni put this on me...' He thought before frowning and continuing `but when could she have done it?' His mind struggled to remember a moment when Jenni could have tied the bow on yesterday, but the memories were vague and disjointed. He shook of the confusion and finished his business.

Before leaving the bathroom, Francis spared a moment to check the panel to see what he should wear. It told him to wear ``Outfit #3'' today as well. He smiled at the thought of his uniform. Soon, he was in the bedroom and looking in the wardrobe. His uniform hung where it had been the day before, smelling like it had just been freshly washed. It had that indistinct detergent scent. The underwear was the only thing that had changed, having shifted to the same orange as the lipstick he was wearing by coincidence. He slipped the outfit on, thoroughly enjoying the soft undergarments as they slid over his legs and chest. He had some difficulty placing the headphones on his head. The nubs of his growing horns felt sensitive, and he had the urge to shake the headphones off every time the band touched them. Francis managed to situate the metal so that his hair held it in place.

Content that he was properly dressed and ready for the day, Francis headed towards the cafeteria. A variety of people were entering and exiting the wide glass doors. Some wore uniforms while others were in a variety of casual looking clothes. He fell into the crowd and let it sweep him to the food counter. Across the counter was the same large, pink woman as the day before. She was also as quick as yesterday, refilling trays of food just as they ran out. Francis vaguely remembered that she was the wife of the lawyer he had met yesterday and couldn't help but smile as he passed her. Today, he got a good view of her face. It would be right at home on an orc in Japanese media, save for being pink. He also noticed her eyes were full of joy. It was the look of someone doing what they loved and getting paid for it.

His plate full and drink in hand, he scanned the room for a place to sit. He was shocked to see Jim sitting across from Monica, chatting happily, after what had happened yesterday. Sure, Francis was the one who got pushed around but Jim had looked far more distressed by the situation. He took the safe route and sat beside Jim today. Monica looked at him and smiled vacantly. ``Ooooh Hey Francis. Sooory about yesterday.'' She said, drawing out the long O sounds as she spoke. She had changed since yesterday as well. Today, Monica's wide nose had come to meet her mouth. Her face had turned into what could only be described as a muzzle.

The septum of her wide nostrils was adorned with a large brass ring that slightly shook as she took deep breaths. Across her body were fine black and white hairs. They were just thick enough to being to reveal a pattern that reminded Francis of a Holstein cow, the classic symbol of dairy. It almost formed a yin and yang symbol on her face, one blotch of black and another of white surrounding each of her eyes. At the top of her head rested two small horns. They were a bright white and curved sharply forward and upwards. From the side of her head hung two conical shapes. They reminded Francis again of cows. Today, she was wearing a set of blue

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overalls. The straps that ran over the shoulder were pulled tight as they tried to contain her large breasts. Below that, Francis could make out a thick beige bra. Francis also noticed that her stomach bulged, but it was different from the fat had yesterday. It was thicker and firm, like she was hiding a balloon. Her hands had gone through a similar change to his, except the blunt nails had completely shifted to a deep black that reflected the cafeteria lighting.

Monica had continued eating after apologizing. She didn't seem concerned as to whether Francis replied or not. ``It's alright. Um... You okay? It sounds like you're slurring a bit.'' Francis offered in response. ``Hmmmm Yeah. I think sooo. They said that it will gooooo away oooonce I settle in better. Said it'd coooome back if I get excited.'' She said, nodding along as if she was agreeing with her own statement. ``Well, that's good.'' Was all Francis could say. He then turned to get a look at Jim, who had politely fallen silent as the two spoke. Jim had gone through changes as extreme as Monica. If Francis hadn't known Jim so well, he would have thought he was sitting beside a wide hipped woman. Their breasts weren't as large as Monica's, but they were still visible through their clothes. The clothing itself was a little different from yesterday as well.

Jim was wearing a jumpsuit, but instead of worker's orange, it was a soft pastel blue. On top of that was a light-yellow vest. The way the bottom came together reminded Francis of an apron. Altogether, it reminded Francis of outfits he'd seen daycare workers who specialized in very young children wear. Jim's head had also changed, face pushing out in a similar manner to Monica's. The skin around his mouth and nose had taken on a yellow tint that cut off sharply as it reached his eyes. He also had hairs coating his entire body, but these were a blonde color and seemed thicker than normal hair. The hair on his head had also grown longer, which Jim had tied back into a ponytail. It didn't hang limply, somehow fanning out behind his head. Every little gust of wind sent it shifting and quaking. He couldn't tell see Jim's ears but assumed that they were hidden in the thick blond hair.

Francis happened to catch sight of something slipping out from the back of Jim's clothes. On closer inspection, he realized that they were feathers. The short feathers were the same blonde color as the thick hairs covering the rest of Jim. His hands were the only part of him that didn't have feathers, but they continued the yellow theme. Little scales reached up to his elbows. His hands were slim, each finger tipped with long and sharp nails. These were as black as Monica's fingernails. They gleamed in the light, proclaiming a hint of danger that didn't mesh with Jim's now soft body and equally soft attitude.

The befeathered man was the first to speak. Their tone was soft as it had been before, but Francis felt confident in firmly listing it mentally as `motherly.' ``Hey, sweetheart. You look like you're in a good mood this morning.'' Francis nodded and said ``Yep. I got a gift this morning from Mistress, so of course I'm happy.'' Jim seemed a littler perturbed by what Francis had said but didn't let it leak into his voice. ``That's... Great! It's always nice to get gifts. Make sure you thank whoever it was you said gave it to you properly.'' Francis nodded. ``Of course, I will! Anyway, what are your plans for the day?'' he said, sweeping a hand to indicate the question

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was to both of his partners. Monica reacted first. ``I'm goooing toooo wooork toooday.'' She said in her deep yet feminine voice.

``Good for you. It's important to do what you're told.'' Jim said, nodding sagely. He then turned towards Francis and said ``I have the same plans. After that, both of us have a check-up scheduled with the nice doctors. Don't we honey?'' He finished by speaking to Monica.

Something about the tone made it seem like less of a question and more of a reminder. Monica only nodded in agreement. Jim then turned back to Francis and continued ``So, that means we might not be able to meet this evening. It depends on how long they have to poke and prod us.'' He paused for a moment, adding ``and I'm going by Jamie now, dearie. Some things happened and well... I'm not much of a man anymore.'' He, now a self-declared she, trailed off. Francis couldn't stop from himself from glancing at Jamie's groin before recovering and saying, ``That's alright. Um...'' He suddenly felt very nervous as he finished with ``Just... Uh... Forgive me if I get it wrong. I'm so used to calling you Jim and all.'' Jamie laughed, slapping his arm and saying ``I mess it up myself sometimes, sweetheart. I can be such a birdbrain.''

Jamie had retained Jim's social skills. Francis' nervousness faded as Jamie's laughter did. They spent the rest of the meal talking about random subjects. When they had finished, Francis went to stand up to return his tray, but Jamie grabbed his arm. ``Hold on, dear. You have something on your face.'' She reached up and rubbed a napkin across the corner of her mouth. Francis could only freeze and allow it to happen, something in the woman's voice telling him she would broker no argument on this. After that slightly awkward moment, the three left the cafeteria together and headed towards the elevator.

The ride was a different today. Instead of feeling the normal feeling of falling, Francis felt his weight increase as the elevator rose. The doors opened into a large glass sunroom. It must have been in the back of the facility, as he hadn't noticed it when he came in. He also hadn't noticed the shuttles sitting beside a road that led away from the facility towards a manicured copse of trees. These were evenly spaced, with grass growing between them to allow people to comfortable walk among them. It was clear that this ``forest'' was man made. Both Monica and Jamie got off at this stop. A quick goodbye was all they could share before the doors closed and left Francis alone. He then felt lighter as the elevator began to descend.

This ride was longer than any he had been on previously. He began to wonder where he was going. The office had only been a short ride away from the floor he started on, and the ride up had been short as well. He felt like he had been in the elevator for minutes. Just as he was starting to worry, the elevator stopped, and its doors slid open. They revealed a hallway with tiled floors and white walls. These were stark white, giving off a clinical, sterile vibe. This was helped by the regularly spaced fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He cautiously stepped out, jumping a little as the elevator closed behind him with a mechanical `shumpf.' He didn't realize how quiet the halls were until he was in them. He cast his eyes down the hall, trying to take in as much as he could.

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Doors were evenly spaced along the walls, with large glass windows in between each one. Francis' shoes squeaked quietly as he approached a window to carefully peer inside. Through the glass, he could see a clean white room. The only thing that made it any different from the halls was the myriad of tubing, equipment, flasks and machines with blinking lights spread across desks. He then noticed someone in a white lab coat staring intently at a flask with a tube coming out of the top, seemingly fascinated by the off-green liquid that was gently bubbling inside. Swallowing, Francis plucked up his courage and knocked on the door attached to the room.

He heard a squeak of surprise and the sound of glass tapping against glass before falling quiet again. Suddenly, the door swung open and Francis was face to face with the person he had seen through the window. He took this moment to look them over. The first thing he noticed was that the figure was shorter than him. If he had to guess, she was barely scraping 4 and a half feet. That is, if he didn't count the grey furred saucers attached to the side of her head that twitched and twisted at every little noise they could pick up. These were nestled in carefully combed red hair that was pulled back in a short, low ponytail. The hair style seemed perfect for lab work, keeping it restrained and out of the way of potential hazards.

As Francis looked at her face, he couldn't help but think `Cute!' A large part of her face was covered by large circular glasses with nearly invisible silver trimming. Behind the glasses rested a set of deep brown eyes that roved over Francis as he was doing to the figure. Below the figure's eyes was a smattering of freckles, and a little more. He would have missed them if the ears hadn't primed him to look for more non-human parts. Long whiskers sprouted from her cheeks, almost invisible except for the points where they met the skin. Even those could be mistaken for larger and darker freckles. Every now and again they would twitch, causing the tips to wiggle.

The persons torso made Francis feel more confident in deciding the figure was a female. While the lab coat and professional button up shirt hid much, he could detect the faint outline of breasts. They were small and perky underneath the shirt. If he was pressed, Francis would have to guess the pair were about the size of lemons. They sat on an equally small chest above a thin waist. The woman's hips were just as subtle as the rest of her, only noticeable if you were looking for them specifically. As he was looking at the lower portion of the woman's body, his eyes were drawn to a motion behind her. A tail waved behind her. It flicked around in short nervous fits, giving Francis flashes of its light pink skin and worm-like segments.

Francis didn't have the chance to speak before the woman did. ``Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know not to disturb someone in the middle of an experiment?'' She asked. Her voice was high, almost squeaky. She also spoke incredibly fast, giving Francis trouble as he tried to keep up. As she waited for his response, her hand moved to push her glasses back up her nose. It was obviously a deeply ingrained habit. ``Well... um... Sorry. I think I'm working here today. The elevator had me get off here. I've only done lab experiments in college, but I was usually the first one there and the last to leave so I never had to learn about the right way

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to enter a lab.'' He said before nervously adding ``Not because I was bad at it or didn't understand what I had to do. I just liked working in the lab. Um... Ah, my name is Francis, but half the people here call me Francine. I'm fine with whatever you like.''

Her eyes darted around his body again before she seemed to relax. ``That's alright. I'll have to teach you later. You're also right on time. It was sudden notice, but my lab assistant, Connor, got sick. I'm on the verge of a time sensitive breakthrough too, so I put in the request for someone with lab experience. You'll do.'' Her patter was starting to become familiar to Francis, making it easier for him to understand everything she said. She'd already turned and was starting to walk back towards the desk she had been working at when Francis called out. ``I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name Miss...'' He paused to give her a chance to tell him.

``Madison.'' The woman said over her shoulder. Francis froze at the mention of the name. ``Wait, did you say Madison?'' he asked, his feelings split down the middle. Half of him hoped that he had mis-heard and the other half desperately hoped he had heard right. The mousey lady huffed, clearly lacking social manners, before saying, ``Yes. My name is Constance Madison.'' Francis barely heard the rest of her rant about parents giving their kids old fashioned names or names of virtues they hoped the children would embody as they grew up. He obediently waited for her to finish before saying ``Your name's just like Mistress'.''

This made Constance freeze in turn. Her no nonsense attitude melted, and her fidgeting

increased by orders of magnitude. Her tail whipped in a wild frenzy as she spun around.

``Madison just like Mistress'...'' she started muttering ``wait, you're THE Francis. She was talking

about... Oh no.'' She rushed back over to him. ``I'm really sorry, Francis. I didn't mean to be...

uh... rude to you or anything! I'm just really stressed from work. Yeah. Work stress.'' Her voice

was shaky, and it approached inaudible squeak territory more often. Francis tried to channel his

inner Jamie and reassure her. ``It's alright, I understand. It can be hard, and I would hate being

interrupted while I was in the middle of work too. If you don't mind, how about we calm down

a little. What did you mean by `THE Francis'?''

Constance tried to push up her already secure glasses again as she took a deep breath. The whipping of her tail and wiggling of her whiskers slowed down, but they still quivered with nervous energy. ``Well...'' she began, glancing about like a person who was paranoid they were about to talk about someone who could suddenly walk into earshot. ``Prudence is my older sister.'' Francis leapt at the chance to learn more about Mistress. ``You're older sister? Can you tell me more about her? I've been around her, but I know almost nothing about Mistress.'' The mouse-eared woman scrunched up her face in concentration. She looked like she was trying to make the toughest decision of her life. Her face relaxed when she looked at Francis' own face and the sincerity it displayed.

``Alright. Just promise me you won't tell her who you heard this from.'' She relented. Francis nodded enthusiastically. ``So, I'll start with the obvious.'' She said, indicating her own body. ``All this is her fault.'' Francis was shocked. Adding animal parts to a person should be

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impossible. ``Really? That's impossible.'' Constance sighed and said ``You're far enough along anyway. Newman Research has been working for years on combining human and animal DNA to create anthropomorphic versions of animals. It always failed when they tried to start with an animal base, and they still haven't figured out why. When the problem was looked at with a human base, they started making headway. You're one of those humans.'' Francis was shocked by what he was hearing. He'd notice he and his friends were turning into something else, but to hear someone plainly state that they were becoming animals was unexpected confirmation. Constance saw this and quickly said ``Don't worry, the transformation serum is pretty much complete. You'll still be pretty much human mentally, with just a few minor instincts from the animal you're mixed with. Honestly, they should just tell you test subjects outright when you come here. All we need to do now is work on the speed. It's down to a week from the initial year it took for the first successful batch. A few more months and it will be ready to hit the market.''

Francis thought for a moment. If they had approached him and said ``Hey, this shot will turn you into a human-animal hybrid!'' he would have walked out and never looked back. He felt a little betrayed, but that was shoved aside by a new feeling of excitement and adventure. He had an end goal to look forward too, and they couldn't make him want to transform, could they? He nodded and said ``Alright. I was wondering about that. But back to Mistress.'' Constance returned to her original subject with relish. ``Yeah, so my body is all her fault. A lot of people are scared of needles, so alternate methods of introduction were required. It's really an interesting subject, I'd love to explain some of the methods to you later, but anyway.'' She paused to catch her breath and continued ``Newman Research had developed a drinkable version but were going to scrap it because they couldn't get a full transformation from it.'' Francis took her next pause, cutting in with ``What does this have to do with Mistress.''

``Patience, I was getting to that!'' Constance squeaked at him with annoyance.

``Prudence had the idea to bring someone else in, that someone else being me. I wouldn't

normally work for a place like this, but I have a doctorate in genetics. I also wouldn't have

believed her about transforming people if she hadn't spiked my drink when we had dinner

together.'' Anger seemed to rise from the small woman as she described her sister's actions. ``It

was her way of roping me into joining Newman Research without a chance of failure. She knew

the serum wouldn't work completely, leaving me half transformed. She also knew I would try to

find a solution to it. The formula for the drinkable serum is unique, so I can't just take an

injection to finish it off and then work on a way to go back to human. I've been here for the

past year, and I'm so close to getting the serum to work. Then I can start working on a way to

change back.'' She finished her monologue, half ranting as she reached the portion about how

long she had been working for Newman Research.

Francis, on the other hand, wasn't feeling well. He couldn't imagine Mistress doing something so mean to her own sister, let alone something illegal. A sense of justice rose in Francis and he said ``Why didn't you tell the police? Even if there isn't a law about transforming

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people, there are laws about tampering with food.'' Constance was taken aback by his suggestion. ``I didn't notice until a couple weeks later when the whiskers came in and...'' her voice and face softened as she said ``she's my big sister. Sure, she's annoying and pushy, but I love her anyway. She's been there for me.'' Francis could see tears at the corner of Constance's eyes. She must have been lost in painful memories and assumed Francis still thought she should have reported Mistress, as she continued ``Like one time in high school, I thought she stole my boyfriend from me. I was so mad at her, until she came to me a few days later. She had evidence proving that he was just with me to get answers to schoolwork and thought I was a gross nerd because I played tabletop RPG's.''

He couldn't stop himself. Francis had to hug her. The urge came from a mixture of compassion for the small woman and relief that she had confirmed Mistress to be a caring individual. His mind simply refused to dwell on the bad things Mistress had done. Constance didn't resist the hug. Instead she leaned into it, knocking her glasses askew as she nuzzled her way into Francis' soft chest. They stayed in the embrace long enough for Constance to recover. She pulled away slowly, giving Francis a quiet ``Thanks.'' Francis only smiled in return.

Together, they walked to the desk where the bubbling flask sat. Both felt more at ease after spending time in each other's arms. That, or Francis had become much more huggable. Constance was back into work mode, telling Francis what amounts of chemicals she needed him to measure out for her or what file she needed to cross reference. Francis fell back into his college lab day, following her instructions to the letter. Their pace only increased as they worked together. They completed all the work they needed to for the day, setting aside some things that needed time to settle, before getting things ready for the next day. It was at that moment disaster chose to strike.

As she walked by a rack of, Constance stumbled and spilled the papers she was carrying all over the floor. This covered up the sound of a test tube rack falling over, spilling the fluids they contained. Francis and Constance didn't notice the growing pool of fluid on the desk above them as they scrambled to pick up the papers and reorganize them. Francis' first clue something was off was the tightness of his cage. He'd gotten used to it, but this sensation was more like the time he had woken up from that dream. His flesh started to bulge through the bars, desperate to expand to its full height. He started taking deeper and deeper breaths as his body's desires became harder to ignore. Francis could barely register a sharp chemical smell as he drew in breath.

Constance began to show similar signs, her own breath becoming hot and heavy. Her eyes lit up with panic when she realized what it was. ``Oh no.'' she breathed as she pushed herself away from the desk, leaving Francis to pant on the ground. He noticed the movement and tried to follow. He had some difficulty getting back to his feet with his cock throbbing in its cage, the soft panties he was wearing causing him to lose the strength in his legs as they teased his gilded length. He tried to follow her as he rose, relying on a different desk to pull himself

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fully upright. Constance was busy stumbling towards a button on the wall by the time he had risen to his feet and saw what was going on.

She hit the button on the wall with some force. Francis winced, expecting alarms to sound, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, he heard the sound of locks engaging and large fans activating. He could feel the air as it circulated out of the room, fresh air being pumped in. ``It's okay. Those are just artificial pheromone samples. Well, not exactly but they aren't dangerous. They'll just make us horny for a bit.'' Constance reassured Francis as she gathered cleaning supplies. ``Alright. So, we just clean it up and then what?'' He asked, unsure that the tightness he was feeling would dissipate soon. ``Well, we can sit and suffer until it works out of our systems or...'' The mouse-woman replied as she neutralized the spill and mopped it up. She then began to blush heavily ``Or... we can get it out of our system.''

Francis started blushing to match, imagining the possibilities. She dumped the supplies into a chute labeled incinerator and turned back to him. Besides her burning face, Francis could tell her skin was flushed. The nipples on her pert breast were desperately pressing through her shirt. He could see that her smaller body was feeling the effects of the spill more than he was. ``I think we should get it out of our system.'' He said, suddenly feeling very shy. Constance's eyes lit up. ``Great! Wait right there'' she said as she went to another desk. This one had a computer on top of it and small personal items spread around it. Francis guessed it was hers, which was confirmed by how confidently she opened a drawer and retrieved what she was looking for.

In her hands was a plain black rod with straps cutting it off a few inches past the middle. The shorter side had a different curve, forming a hook-like shape. ``I know what my sister likes, so I figured this might come in handy one day.'' She said, caressing the item as if it was one of a kind. Francis tried to get a better look at it as she approached him. He realized that it was a double ended strap on. He'd never seen one in person, at least not one outside of the box. Constance's face shifted from a mixture of shame to pride then to embarrassment as he stared intently at her and her toy. ``I know you aren't functional down there, so I'm going to have to be on top.'' She said, causing Francis to experience a wave of embarrassment of his own. `Does everyone already know that my dick is locked up?' He thought to himself. The idea that everyone knew and didn't let on caused his cock to try to expand more with the fresh arousal. As he dealt with this, Constance continued speaking. ``I'm not used to being the one on top... So, I'm not really sure I'll be any good at it. I hope it would be better than nothing, though.'' She offered shyly.

Francis didn't care at that point. All he wanted to do was get off. His whole body felt incredibly hot, a light sheen of sweat forming across him. ``I don't care. Just fuck me!'' He blurted out. Constance shrank back for a moment, then nodded. She hardened her gaze as she pulled her glasses off in an attempt at sexy librarian. It looked more cute than sexy, but Francis didn't notice. He was dropping sliding off his skirt and panties as she did this. She hurried to catch up. Francis looked between his legs as he lowered his clothes to his ankles. From there, he could see Constance slip her pants off. Her sex was like the rest of her, cute and small. He

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also noticed a small strand of her arousal stretch and snap as it tried to follow her discarded panties.

He stayed bent over, deciding to wiggle his plump ass for her. He watched as Constance stared at the movement and whispered, ``That's hot.'' He giggled, unknown muscles in his back lifting his lightly haired stub of a tail. His body was on autopilot. It was doing all it could to tease and entice someone, anyone, to come and take him. Constance quickly slid the hooked end of the strap on into her. It went in easily, aided by her dripping state of arousal. He watched her struggle with the straps for a moment before she took a deep breath. She tried her best to harden her face, and then spoke in as best a commanding tone as she could muster. ``Turn around and get on your knees... Slut!'' she added the last word with a bit of thought and a lot of embarrassment. She didn't need to worry, as Francis spun to face her and sunk down.

Presented before him was the shiny rubber shaft. He knew what was going to happen as he had seen enough porn to be familiar with what was happening before entering the facility. He started to open his mouth and lean forward to take it in, but something stopped him. Francis then realized that she hadn't told him to do anything. He stayed still, looking up at the diminutive woman made tall. She was confused by this before realizing what was happening. Face still red from earlier she quietly said ``Oops. Sorry Francis. Geez.'' She then went back into character and commanded him to suck it. She looked like she wanted to add something else but thought better of it at the least second and cut herself off with a squeak.

Francis leaned forward and lovingly wrapped his lips around the rubber length, doing his best to imitate what he had seen on the internet. He swirled his tongue around it and tried to build up as much spit as he could. He knew what would be happening soon, especially if the sounds Constance was making above him were any indication and wanted to make things as easy as possible for himself. He tried to take the shaft deeper but couldn't suppress his untrained gag reflex. His retch and retreat startled the thin woman above him, who looked down and whispered, ``You okay Francis?'' He lifted his hand a gave a small thumbs up before trying again carefully. He succeeded in taking it further than before, taking in just over half the length.

``That's good enough.'' Constance said, grabbing Francis by the hair and pulling him back. She winced as he did and mouthed another sorry. Francis smiled up at her, drool slipping down his chin. ``Turn around and show me your boi-hole ple... I mean, now.'' She ordered. Francis jumped at her order, spinning and dropping to his chest and raising his ass high. He felt Constance's legs move to either side of his own and heard a hand sliding over slick rubber before he felt the blunt tip press against his backdoor. He did his best to relax and open himself up for her. He hadn't completely tightened up from Jenni's thorough attention the day before, so the toy managed to slide in with little resistance. Francis was still glad that his partner was taking it slow.

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Inch by inch, the toy was worked into Francis. Constance struggled a little. She wasn't tall or heavy enough to get solid leverage for a proper thrust. He decided to rectify this issue himself by carefully timing his own backward motion. As she moved forward, he slid back and moaned as the toy sunk deeper in a single thrust than it had the whole time Constance had been working alone. ``I think it won't slip out now.'' She said quietly. Francis was about to ask what she meant before he heard a click and felt the rubber toy begin vibrating powerfully. ``Oh fuck'' Constance groaned as she felt it come to life inside her as well.

The sensation was driving Francis wild. He was already desperate for something to get him off, and the opportunity had just got even better. He leaned back into Constance. She moaned as the toy pressed harder into her in response. Her thin hands reached towards Francis' hips, falling a little short of their goal and instead resting on his plump ass. Undeterred, she grabbed them and pulled herself closer to him. Thanks to this extra force, Constance could begin thrusting in earnest. She withdrew a few inches before driving her hips back. Francis moaned girlishly as she did this, enjoying the combined vibration and movement.

She took this as an opportunity to try and assert her dominance. A small hand raised and then came back down on Francis ass. It couldn't be called a spank as it was too soft to even make the tell-tale noise. Still, Francis decided to play along. He squealed like it had shocked him and then moaned out ``Harder!'' He didn't care that Constance wasn't really dominating him, he was more caught up in the role of submitting. He found it surprisingly enjoyable. It was like naughty roleplay. Constance seemed to be enjoying the roleplaying as much as him, as she slapped his wide butt again and doubled the speed of her thrusts.

Soon, the roleplay was forgotten. Their tryst had devolved into simple, animalistic fucking. Francis shook as she drove her strap on into him. He'd forgotten his own pleasure earlier, but now he was drooling thick streams of cum from his caged cock. Constance's moans had shifted to high pitched `Eeps' and `Eeeks' as she got closer to her own hip twitching climax. Unnoticed to both of them, their motions had caused them to slide on the tiled floor. Soon, Francis found the leg of the desk in front of him. A devious idea formed. He leaned up and wrapped his hand around the leg. He then used it as leverage to push back into Constance's next thrust. He gave a low moan as he felt himself slide all the way down the strap on. His ass met Constance's thighs, and the two paused. Constance leaned over him. He could feel her hot breath on his back, driving him wild at the idea of someone over him.

They recovered and returned to their wild thrusting, shaking the desk above them. Unnoticed and uncared for, another flask spilled over. Its contents dribbled over the edge, right onto Francis. Constance didn't see this happening either. Her eyes were shut tight, doing her best to fight of exhaustion and continue moving while in the throws of orgasm. Francis didn't notice either, as he was already feeling wet from the sweat that built up from his exertions. The pleasure he was feeling distracted from the shifting of his head and legs. The two little nubs of horn slid further away from his skull, curling across the top of his head. His face drew into a muzzle like Monica's but much thinner. His nose rounded at the end, nostrils becoming the

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main feature of the tip. His jaw followed suit, meshing with his expanded nose. The brown hair that had grown on his belly now spread over the rest of his body forming a silky carpet. His tail also finished growing, covered in longer brown hair than the rest of his body, wiggling and flicking with each of Constance's ass shaking thrusts.

His feet also changed, toes merging and toenails merging into split hooves as his ankles moved further up his leg and snapped the straps on his heels. This would have been uncomfortable, but Francis was too lost in a rush of pleasure as his cock spewed long jets of white cum. ``MaAaaA'' He moaned, his voice shifting and wavering. This woke Constance up from her sexual trance. ``Oh shit! Francis!'' She withdrew from him in one motion, leaving his ass gaping to the freezing air of the laboratory. Constance scrambled to check what had spilled this time. Francis remained where he was, struggling to stay awake after just cumming. He'd never felt so tired from orgasm as he did then. He could hear Constance on the phone, saying something. He caught snippets about ``Acceleration'' and ``topical'', but he couldn't care less. He was riding the waves of pleasure coming from his winking ass.

``Hey Francis, how are you feeling'' Constance asked nervously as she returned, placing a hand gently on top of his head. ``Not baAaad'' he replied sleepily. He relished the feeling of her hand moving through his curly hair. Her hands roved over his body, palpating different spots. To Francis, it was like getting a massage. ``I think you're going to be alright.'' She said after pinching his arm to see if there was any fat left. Rapid transformations needed fuel and fortunately Francis seemed to have had plenty.

A knock came from the door and it made Constance stop petting Francis. Shortly thereafter, strong hands pulled Francis to his feet and then across the back of a horse. He thought that until he leaned forward and was met instead by a human-like back. In the back of his mind, Francis recognized who this was. ``Hey buddy, fancy seeing you here.'' The voice belonged to Jan, the horse-taur he had met yesterday. ``Try to stay awake please. Don't want you falling off, okay?'' They spoke softly to him. Francis nodded, doing his best to keep his eyes open. His efforts were made harder by the fact he was being gently rocked as his impromptu mount moved.

Jan seemed to have an idea about how to keep him awake. ``I bet you're wondering how I ended up like this, right?'' Francis only muttered incoherently. It was a good enough answer for Jan. ``Well, about six months back my twin brother and I came in for experiments too. Things got a little weird, something about our DNA reacting a certain way or whatever, and we ended up both only transforming halfway.'' Francis pressed his face against Jan's back in response. ``Said it could be fatal if they didn't act fast. My bottom half wouldn't be able to support my transformed top half and vice versa for my brother. We were both kinda out of it at the time so we would have agreed to anything. Well, they decided to combine us.'' This woke Francis up. ``WhaaAaat do you mean?'' Jan snorted a laugh as Francis spoke. ``That's adorable!'' they exclaimed after hearing his new verbal tick. They then said ``I'm not sure how they did it. We both went under, and when I woke up, my brother was my bottom half. I always thought he

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was a horse's ass, but now he really is one! Oh, and before you get worried, he's still here.'' Jan finished by tapping their head.

The elevator opened back into the familiar halls of the common area. Jan began to walk, continuing ``It was a little confusing for the first few weeks. Eventually, we just sort of combined into one being. I'm glad about it though. If I didn't have my bro up here, I'd have no idea what to do with my dick!'' Francis decided that Jan was primarily a she with something extra as she stomped her back hoof at her half joke. Thoughts about large, horse cocks and heavy virile balls rose unbidden. He wondered briefly what they would feel like in his hands before he heard the sound of a door being opened and found himself back in his room. Jan carefully shifted him off her lower back and onto the bed. ``Don't go falling asleep now, Francis. We still gotta get you undressed.'' She said as she began slipping of Francis' remaining clothes. ``Don't worry, since the circumstances are a little special you don't have to put on your night clothes.'' She reassured him when he tried to sit up and look to his wardrobe.

Her strong hands guided him under the covers, tucking him in affectionately. She then leaned in and kissed his sleepy head, laughing a little as she said, ``Couldn't help myself.'' She stepped away from the bed, four hooves giving off muted thumps on the rubberized floor.

Francis heard the door open and close again. This was followed by the lights dimming, signaling to his tired mind that it was time to go to sleep. He did so without any resistance, exhausted from the day and his rapid transformation.

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