EVERYONE GOES NUTS

				By Tesseract Paradox



		PART 1

	Dr. Mason, decked out in a full hazmat suit, marched down the hallway of the facility. In one gloved hand, he gripped the handle of the specimen carrier. Within, he felt the small weight of the organism shifting back and forth rapidly, the energetic thing frantically trying to escape, emitting the occasional frightened chitter. To Mason, it sounded more angry than scared, but that made less sense. It had been his idea to use a squirrel, citing some bullshit about “kinetic energy.” He would freely admit he liked squirrels, thought their bushy tails and pointed faces were cute, their twitchy mannerisms more relatable than the more timid nature of mice or rats. He had grown up in a neighborhood full of trees, and saw the tiny mammals quite often. It made little difference to the higher ups how their lead scientist felt about the choice of test subjects, they merely wanted to test the new equipment on some form of life.
	Mason was not a fool, and knew the test was dangerous. They had already performed experiments on microscopic lifeforms and found it to be safe. The whole idea was to establish a form of faster than light travel, transmitting matter from one point to the next, through use of a quantum tunnel that supposedly burrowed through into another dimension and then back through into ours, but at a different point in space. The microscopic lifeforms had made it from one petri dish to another many meters away with no visible harm. Next were rodents. Eventually they would graduate from rodents to pigs and maybe even chimps and Mason himself would volunteer to be the first human test subject should the opportunity present itself. But he doubted that would happen anytime soon, perhaps not even in his lifetime.
	He hated to think the little critter he now carried was doomed to be the first of many test subjects as they perfected their methods. The new radiation produced by the device was supposed to be safe for organic life to be exposed to, but they just were not one hundred percent sure of this yet. Hence, the hazmat suit. 
	Using a keycard clipped to his belt, he entered the test chamber. After a lengthy moment where the chamber cycled open, he stepped inside and placed the carrier on the experiment platform. After he pressed a button on the side of this platform, clear plexiglass siding raised into place, seven feet high on all sides, much taller than the squirrel would be able to jump. And it of course wouldn’t be able to grip the smooth material. Stepping back from the enclosure, Mason produced a tiny remote control and pressed a button. The carrier beeped and popped open after a couple of tiny flat clicks. 
	Springing out of the now-open door, the squirrel almost flew. It darted around the enclosure, a blur of fur. It paused in perfect stillness for mere nanoseconds as it tried to process its new surroundings, only to bounce to the opposite transparent wall, tiny claws scrabbling for purchase. More than once, it leapt, frantically trying to climb up and out to escape. Mason couldn’t help a wave of adoration and guilt at the sight. He turned and went to a control panel attached to the wall.
	The squirrel’s fright was eventually traded for curiosity, no longer thinking of itself in immediate danger. It was a handsome thing, somewhat large for its kind, bottle-brush tail flicking back and forth as it tried to understand what was happening. It was mostly gray, splashes of rusty reddish-brown along its muzzle, sides and tail. Its belly was a soft creamy white. Blinking, the squirrel peered around, large alert eyes focusing on the large human with his back to it. It gave a confused chitter, almost as if to ask what was happening.
	Mason smirked at the sound, almost wanting to establish a bond with the animal, but the experiment needed to be performed. Hopefully it would survive, and be a famous little animal, the first non-microscopic lifeform to travel via quantum tunnel at superluminal speeds. A bulky device hung over the enclosure, to the average eye looking like some kind of eldritch gadget replete with doohickeys and geegaws of seemingly near-extraterrestrial design. Its twin hung over a second enclosure, a full fifty meters away. He flashed a thumbs-up as he double-checked the readings on the machine, which was returned by the scientists outside the test chamber, watching in a control room elevated a few meters for a better view of the experiment.
	The experiment wasn’t exactly clandestine, but it and the facility’s location were highly classified. Mason thought that was silly, but the pay was good enough for him not to protest. With one final check of all the settings, he placed his hand on a large switch, gave a fleeting glance to the squirrel, and whispered, “good luck, little guy.” 
	He flipped the switch.
	The machine began to hum, energy pouring through it as conduits and nodes began to glow brightly. The hum became a whir, then almost a roar. Cooling servos spun and hissed. Mason believed that someday these devices would be tiny, like
computers were now. Even computers had begun their lifespan as huge, oversized and criminally inefficient things. But eventually the technology would be commonplace, convenient. An orb of light formed above the enclosure, and the squirrel was going nuts again, trying to scramble to safety, climb up the smooth sides once more. But to no avail. The light swelled until it almost seemed to fill the room. The other device on the other side of the room did the same.
	Soon, there was a loud boom and a giant flash. Mason clapped his hands to both sides of his head, pressing the hazmat suit against his ears. Something had gone wrong. Or, at least, something had happened that was unexpected. The bacteria
hadn’t made a peep when it had been transported, perhaps the squirrel’s much greater mass had caused a miniature sonic boom when it had displaced the air in two places simultaneously?
	Smoke was also new. It filled the room, pouring from the second enclosure. Unable to smell a thing through his suit, Mason’s imagination conjured up the stench of liquefied flesh and burnt fur, and he felt a new wave of guilt. He went over to the enclosure and waved away the smoke. He only now realized the lights had flickered, now coming back on fully, heard the control room talking about an unexpected power fluctuation, that they would recalibrate accordingly. Greater mass, it made sense. He heard someone coughing.
	Wait, who was coughing? The smoke hadn’t touched his lungs, or the lungs of anyone in the control room. 
	It was… coming from the squirrel.
	In the enclosure, a small figure sat, the size of a toddler. Great feminine swells dominated its chest and hips. She held a fist to her mouth, coughing and gasping a little. She sat on her knees, gray, brown, and cream-colored fur covering every inch of her body. Thick thighs, strong legs, small clawed feet. A huge bristly tail sprouted from her backside. She was nude, the dissipating smoke revealing her head-sized breasts, capped with thick pink nipples. Mason’s eyes widened in his hazmat suit. She finally seemed to be catching her breath, and opened sparkling green eyes, glittering with intelligence and… something he couldn’t identify. Her face had a cartoonish quality that contrasted the undeniable realness of her existence, and she wore a big bucktoothed smile on her face as she looked up at him. The smoke finally cleared completely, revealing the strange squirrel girl in her entirety. Mason gasped as he realized that “girl” might not be perfectly accurate, as between the creature’s legs was an enormous and obvious cock, perfectly humanoid, limp and pink, reaching more than halfway to her 
knees. It was propped up by a pair of nuts as big as billiard balls, stuffed into a tight fluffy sac.
	Her triangular ears twitched and she smiled even more, bushy tail giving a few excited flicks. “That was fun! Can we do it again??”




		PART 2

	She didn’t really get clothing. They named her Jenny, and she liked having a name, but she did not like clothing. It felt stuffy, restrictive. It got in the way of fapping. She often felt too hot, and yanked the garments off, casting them aside so she could stuff a few fingers into her puss and wrap a fist around her fat cock. The heat wasn’t just to do with the temperature, she frequently got feverishly horny and had to cum a few times just to calm herself down.
	Her ability to talk changed everything. The scientist who brought her here got her back into the carrier and she was transferred to a different lab, away from the weird machine. It was kinda cramped in the carrier now, but she was comfy, and her parts rubbing on the inside aroused her. She had crawled back out in the new room panting, erect, and hardly able to stop rubbing herself. Dr. Mason had blushed inside his hazmat suit as he watched the squirrel creature moan and squeak, launching a fat load of cum from her large penis. She had been provided with food and water, and shortly thereafter the clothing. She didn’t get it.
	Dr. Mason came to her frequently, but it was a different scientist who talked to her and asked her stuff, Dr. Varian. She also wore a hazmat suit, though it was meant for biological agents and not radiation. Jenny rarely sat still during their conversations, bouncing in place, spinning on the little stool they gave her, tugging at her shirt or pants. Most often though, she touched herself, sighing as her fingers sank into the expanse of her tits, fingered at her nipples, palmed the big bulge her package made in her lap. She would giggle and chitter, and it was hard to get her to regain her focus, and ninety
percent of the time when her attention was captured by her own body the scientist would just have to wait until she stimulated herself to climax. It never took long, rarely more than a minute or two, but it happened with exceeding frequency.
	When Dr. Varian asked where she came from, Jenny simply said out of a tree, where the scientists had caught her and brought her here. She blinked at the tall plastic-suited lady like it had been a very silly question. Dr. Varian sighed and looked at the odd black robotic eye thingy in the corner. 
	“That was a normal squirrel. Sciurus carolinensis. You are not a normal squirrel. If you claim to be the same specimen as went into the test chamber, what happened? What caused your metamorphosis?”
	Jenny just blinked her big innocent green eyes up at Dr. Varian some more. One of her little hands absently squeezed a big shirt-tenting nipple, making it swell and harden, “I dunno!” she chirped, “I don’t remember not being like this! Aren’t all squirrels like me?”
	Dr. Varian glanced aside with discomfort as the creature teased herself, “No… No, they are not.”
	“Oh!” Jenny squeaked, her other hand joining the first in playing with the unattended nipple. Between her legs, her cock rapidly stiffened, causing the crotch of her pants to tent out, as well. Her balls bulged larger as they churned up a big load. The squirrel’s eyes lidded a little as the pleasure started building. She humped her hips a little and smiled dreamily at Dr. Varian. “It’s kinda blurry, I guess? ’S hard to think… mmff… feels good…”
	She moaned loudly and there were audible splattering noises as hot cum gushed down her pant leg, utterly soaking it. Panting a little, she bit her lip and giggled, and Dr. Varian’s eyes widened as she watched the toddler-sized creature grow a few inches larger, her bust swelling in her hands, the stool she sat on creaking audibly as her rump and hips spread bigger across it. Her pants ripped a little, and there were more liquid noises as she cooed, clearly enjoying her growth spurt.
	Varian actually hurriedly got up and stepped a few paces away from the table. Jenny shuddered and sprouted another inch taller before she finally seemed to stop growing, and blinked at the scared scientist, eyes still round and innocent, “what’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a squirrel have a growth spurt…?” At this, she started to masturbate again.
	She was growing, quite rapidly, in fact. After the initial day or two that she had manifested after the experiment, and the organization of the lab to contain her, she had begun having frequent, explosive growth spurts. There was some concern over this, naturally, as it shouldn’t have been physically possible for an organism to grow that fast. Dr. Mason was the first to put forth the theory that, as an anthropomorphic being, she was mutating from a state of mass more equal to a squirrel’s towards a state of mass more equal to a human’s. She viewed it as normal because her memories were adjusting to the new state.
	Dr. Mason was “rewarded” for this theory by being put in charge of caring for Jenny. It involved cleaning up after her messes, which thankfully only consisted of semen. He also had to measure her. Over the next couple of days, Jenny sprouted
from her original height of thirty inches to a healthy forty, her proportions also lengthening to approximate the relative age her new height might reflect. It wasn’t exactly the worst job. She was sweet, and affectionate, though at times the affection
was overly “amorous” in nature.
	She was cooperative, for the most part, often having to be coaxed into wearing clothing with treats, having a strong taste for nuts. Speaking of, the sac between the squirrel’s legs seemed to grow the fastest, having grown from the size of cue balls to almost as big as bowling balls. And nearly as heavy. They would have surely caused discomfort to an ordinary being, but the strange squirrel girl only ever declared that they felt good, the huge sac rolling and wobbling between her thighs as she pranced about the enclosure.
	Her dick was utterly enormous, being just over a foot long when fully erect. That was massive by human standards, and looked even bigger since it was almost a third of the small creature’s height. It was as thick as her wrist when hard and she often complained that she couldn’t quite reach her mouth and suck herself off. This was mostly due to her tits, which were larger than her head, heavy with flesh and fat and yet strangely bouncy and firm. They got in the way of her much-desired self-fellating. This didn’t stop her from having a libido that well exceeded human norms, or even possibility.
	One day, Mason asked if he could personally interview Jenny and try to glean some new information out of her. His request was granted. He had brought a generous amount of treats, hoping that Jenny’s interest in the food would distract her from her sexual needs long enough to answer his questions. The squirrel’s green eyes had gone big and shiney as she beheld the literal pile of nuts, and she had begun feasting, stuffing her cheeks with delight.
	He smiled in his suit, “Jenny, will you do something for me?”
	She nodded vigorously, munching on the nuts.
	He folded his hands on the table, “I want you to try and remember how we met. That day in the lab, when I brought you here for the experiment. You were much smaller, then. You were different. Don’t you remember that? How you barely fit back in
the carrier that I used to bring you here?”
	Jenny gulped the faceful of nuts she had chewed up and giggled, “well, duh! I grew after you brought me here!” she reached for another handful of nuts. 
Mason frowned a little, then reached into a folder and pulled out a few printed photographs. He laid them on the table in front of the nuts. “Look at these pictures, Jenny. Do you recognize them?”
	The squirrel girl kept chewing, but leaned over. Her huge boobs quashed to the table as she peered curiously at the photos. Each of them depicted a non-anomalous squirrel, fully non-anthro, clinging to the side of a tree. The camera used had clearly had some kind of bait, as the shots showed the squirrel approaching closer cautiously. Jenny’s eyes widened. She looked confused and a little nervous, forgetting the nuts as she slowly shook her head, “n-n-no…?”
	“It’s a squirrel, Jenny,” Mason told her, “and… in fact…” Mason placed a new photo on the table. The camera was now pointed into a plastic specimen carrier, where a squirrel crouched inside, eating the bait that had been placed inside. Mason watched Jenny’s eyes grow large as she beheld this, “It’s the squirrel I brought here for the experiment, the squirrel you claim that you are.”
	Jenny looked downright frightened now, her body trembling a little. Her large bristled tail twitched anxiously, flicked back and forth. “Wh-what…?” was all she could manage to say. She kept staring at the pictures, blinking rapidly. Her body felt hot, and strangely… wrong.
	Mason folded his hands across the table, hating that she was so distressed, but knowing that this was ultimately so he could help her. He asked softly, “are you sure you’re a squirrel, Jenny?”
	Jenny twitched. More than that, she spasmed. She seemed to heave, moving so fast she almost blurred, and for a split second it looked like there were two of her. Her eyes bulged, her little hands clutching to the table, tiny claws digging into it. She chirped and then shot to her feet. No longer atop the stool, her head only just crested the table top, her triangular ears all Mason could see. But she suddenly shuddered and groaned, and Mason could see her eyes, which were lidded and lusty. His own eyes went wide as he watched the squirrel continue to rise. Within seconds, she had grown six inches taller, larger than any other single growth spurt she had had so far, and she was still growing.
	Jenny seemed to have forgotten the question, her clothing ripping noisily across her expanding frame. She moaned in her cute little voice, feeling up and kneading tits that were fast approaching the size of basketballs, outpacing the growth of the rest of her body, swelling into great round globes of femininity. With a tiny cry, she came, and Mason heard the loud thick splattering of cum under the table. But what he saw was the squirrel shoot upwards in size, growing an entire foot taller in a surge unlike anything in nature. The table, previously still, suddenly tilted towards Mason and almost toppled over before the growing squirrel’s giant dick flopped out from under it, throbbing and twitching, as big around as Jenny’s wrist and as long as her thigh. She gripped it, trembling, already working herself towards another orgasm, the sensation of her out of control growth spurt clearly spurring on her pleasure and arousal.
	Now over five feet tall her clothing was doing almost nothing to protect her modesty. She didn’t care, the mutating creature focused only on her next orgasm, both hands locked to her burgeoning meat, arms pressing in against her massive tits,
causing an avalanche of furry cleavage to spill out, her nipples thick and hard, as big as her thumbs and still growing.
	Mason had clung to the idea that once Jenny reached a human size, she would stop growing. Her hermaphroditic nature confused him, but as the squirrel jumped again in size, reaching, and then exceeding his own tall six feet, he felt his theory
dissolving. Her clothing burst apart entirely, shreds of fabric drifting to the floor, not that there was anything worthwhile left for it to expose. The squirrel groaned, and Mason had to jump from his chair to the floor to avoid the deluge of cum that launched from the giant dick of his previously tiny specimen. She pumped her dick frantically, eager to milk every drop of seed from her impossible length, balls clenched and somehow still seeming full despite the dozens of gallons she put out. The thick goopy stuff piled up in the corner of the room, and Jenny’s eyes rolled back as her growth spurt finally seemed
to peter out. She had doubled in size to eighty inches in height.
	He had asked if she was a squirrel. Somehow, even he wasn’t sure, now. He imagined that he could smell the giant, oversexed anthropomorphic creature as she beamed down at him, her musk somehow penetrating his suit. She seemed enormous
from his viewpoint down on the floor; and glorious. Was she a squirrel?
	“Of course I am, silly!” she proclaimed as if reading his mind. Her previous nervous demeanor had been washed away in a new tsunami of lust, only this time her increased size carried a distinct air of pride, almost arrogance. She grinned
bucktoothedly down at the scientist, seeming to loom ever larger from her lofty height of six and a half feet tall. She was a tower of sexual potency, thick white cum dribbling from a dick that was nearly as big as her leg. Entirely nude save for a few thin scraps that clung to her hips, legs, and shoulders, her breasts were fleshy hills that rolled and jiggled on her chest, crushed together in their paranormal firmness, expanding out across her arms, entirely visible from behind. Her scrotum was like a pair of beachballs, hanging heavy and full in her sac, visibly getting fuller the longer the squirrel didn’t cum.
She bit her lip, still grinning, her lust only rising by second. “If other squirrels aren’t like me, well then they’re just missing out!” she chittered and giggled, pawing at the massive log of dick between her legs as her balls churned and swelled fuller.
	“Mmm, I might have to fix that, come to think of it...”




		PART 3

	Containment measures were immediately heightened. Despite being 6’8”, Jenny could still stand up just fine, her head having a clearance of several feet in the enclosure. But Mason couldn’t be expected to clean up her emissions now, not when
each cumshot could be measured in quarts, sometimes gallons if the giant squirrel got excited enough. No mop and bucket was up to the task, either. Drains were installed, industrial grade meant for water treatment plants. Jenny was pleased with this, as it meant she could jack off with wild abandon, which she did.
	She was vocal about her pleasure, often bragging about how good it felt, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. Being bigger apparently gave her an emotional high, too. She was also much louder, chirping shrilly each time she came, moaning desperately as she fapped. An airlock with a chemical wash spray was installed into the containment chamber, and Mason was wondering if restraints would be necessary. Jenny was no longer interviewed. The scientists were afraid of a repeat scenario of the last. As unprecedented as Jenny was, they didn’t want to provoke another distress-induced growth spurt. For now, it seemed she would be easier to contain if she was kept happy. Mason shuddered at the thought of his charge growing another three feet, or even doubling in size again.
	Jenny lazed about in her chamber, lounging on the beanbags and assorted pillows they supplied her with, almost constantly masturbating. Cum soaked into every surface, and soon her bedding had to be coated in plastic, her thick sex-slime
inescapable and impractical to clean from the fabrics. The thick stench of semen and lust filled the chamber, and anyone interacting with her was thankful for their hazmat suit.
	Mason had vague memories of the smell the squirrel had emitted. It lingered in the hallway between the FTL test chamber and the specimen containment area she now occupied. It was a strangely pleasant aroma, he had inhaled it once he doffed his hazmat suit after delivering the squirrel creature to her new home. It had a vaguely nutty flavor to it, underneath the overbearing sexual presence. He found he kind of wished he could smell it more. He even caught himself eating nuts to try and recapture that sensation.
	Jenny was still growing. In another week, she had swollen to a full seven feet tall. Her breasts were fat and heavy, jostling about on her chest as she masturbated, fanned out past her arms. Her attributes hadn’t grown much in proportion to her body, but she seemed to make up for this with her output. Every hour, she was producing semen in volumes that should have been impossible. Her nuts, every bit as big as her giant breasts, couldn’t contain the vast quantities of batter-thick cum she blasted out in a single orgasm. And yet they simply seemed to swell imperceptibly even as she came,her paw-like hands grasping her pink throbbing third leg as it jetted like a fire hydrant across the chamber. And she would simply go limp, panting, lick her plump lips, and then begin pawing at her tits or stuff her fingers in her pussy and her erection would rage anew, and her masturbation would start again.
	When she wasn’t masturbating, she would either eat, sleep, or run, roll, or dance around, a seven foot ball of energy with little outlet for her non-sexual excitement. Sometimes, she would seize up, screw her eyes shut, and spontaneously cum with no apparent stimulation. Her cock would throb, harden up, then convulse, launching hot white goo across the chamber. She rarely seemed to mind, beaming once the orgasm tapered off, and then returned to whatever she was doing beforehand.
	Tests were performed on her. Measurements were taken daily, of her height, weight, bust, waist, hips, and cock length. Samples were taken, as well, of her fur, saliva, blood and semen. All of this was handled very carefully, treated as hazardous
materials. Other than absurd amounts of pheromones, growth hormones, and a sperm count that seemed impossible, nothing especially out of the ordinary was immediately discovered about her body. A number of unidentified enzymes and proteins were
present, and would take some time to understand. Her DNA, however, remained entirely identical to a non-anomalous, ordinary squirrel’s. Sciurus carolinensis, indeed.
	Mason was beginning to consider seeing a counselor. He was by no means eldery, being in his middling 30’s, but something was making him feel... strange wasn’t the word. Younger wasn’t the word, either. Horny. That was it. He was much hornier than he could remember being since he completed puberty. He could blame the presence of the hyper-potent mutation in the lab, sure, but something seemed off about that idea. Could it be that Jenny’s pheromones, only inhaled by him in tiny quantities, and now almost two weeks ago, were affecting him now? But that seemed ludicrous…
	He found he was looking at her differently now, too. He did like squirrels, after all. Would it not make sense that a sort of squirrel woman, even equipped with prodigious maleness such as she possessed, would entice him? That actually kind of
made a sort of sense. He had had friends who had “discovered” fetishes and reacted this way. He was a single man, of breeding age, and Jenny was something new, and highly sexual, and deeply personal to him. Of course he would be experiencing
heightened arousal.
	He did like squirrels.
	Jenny laid in her nest of crinkly cushions, unleashing her eighth load since waking up. She reclined lazily, her cock arching over her, listening to the thick splattering of her cum, smiling serenely as the dregs of her climax pattered across her breasts, making them wobble. Everytime she orgasmed, it felt a little better, especially after a growth spurt!
	Something was bothering her, though. Something seemed to be missing. She pondered this with her little squirrel mind as she hefted her giant tits up and lapped her semen out of her cleavage. She was happy, but… she felt like she needed more. She was… lonely?
	Oh, that was it! She wanted friends! That she could play with and fuck and maybe even make baby squirrels! Oooh, what a lovely idea. Her cock rapidly hardened and throbbed, thick and tight with arousal, balls roiling and growing hot. Just thinking about making more squirrels got her more horny than she remembered ever being before. She squirmed and bit her lip, her orgasm boiling over without her even touching herself. She loosed a tiny squeak when a growth spurt bubbled through her, ballooning her an inch larger as she gushed even more thick cum, her cock growing longer and thicker, her balls heavier, her tits rounder. She scooped up several fingers’ worth of cum from her geysering dick and popped them into her mouth, moaning at the taste. She began to fantasize about fucking the sweet Doctor Mason and the frumpy Doctor Varian, too. Mmm, yes, she couldn’t wait to get breeding…
	One day, while taking Jenny’s measurements, Mason looked up into the nearly eight-foot-tall squirrel’s face to watch as she licked her lips, eyes lidded. Her cock, rarely flaccid these days, throbbed emphatically and her large handpaws rubbed his shoulders. She was cooperating more than she usually did, but was being rather… handsy. He didn’t especially mind, even as she leant over with a giggle and quashed her boobs to his hazmat-covered head.
	As he stretched the tape measure across her cock, she moaned. Nothing was unusual about that, but as he was looking at the numbers (forty seven inches, jesus), her large hands gently pressed down on his own. He blinked and she began to rub his 
hands along her shaft, back and forth. He blushed inside his suit and bit his lip, suddenly remembering that strange sensual scent. He shivered slightly and almost mirrored the moan the squirrel loosed as she started to gently buck her hips. Her balls
audibly churned and he saw them swell, another load of thick squirrel batter building up. He opened his mouth to tell her to stop, to warn her, to say anything, but somehow he could not. He then realized that Jenny’s hands were on her fantastically
huge breasts, and his hands were working her gigantic cock all on their own. Within seconds, she barked with pleasure and flooded across the room with white seed. Mason almost fell over when the squirrel girl thrust her hips with her impressive
strength, and soon dropped to her knees. Even in this position, she was every bit as tall as him, taller if one counted her triangular ears.
	They looked at each other for a long breathless moment, her panting from the exertion of her orgasm, him choked up with indecision and emotion. Jenny grinned her delightful bucktoothed grin and suddenly turned onto her hands and knees. Her
massive, glorious furred rump was raised towards Mason, and he beheld the plump and swollen petals of her female sex, all too often forgotten beneath her giant balls. She reached around behind herself, and stuffed a few fingers inside, eliciting a gush of thick feminine nectar. Mason gasped slightly at this brazen display, feeling an involuntary surge of desire course through him. He began to sweat, and Jenny grinned wider, as though she could smell it through his suit. She looked him in the eye as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked it free of juices.
	Mason ripped off his hazard suit. 
	Heedless of the cameras, heedless of his position, heedless of decency itself, he tore his upper body free of his hazmat suit, exposing his bare chest and his groin, from which protruded the hardest, largest erection of his life. Jenny squealed, eyes lighting up like a little kid on christmas morning, almost drooling as she waggled her ass in Mason’s direction.
	He all but pounced on her. His hands sank into the dense fur and plush flesh of her ass, and the overgrown squirrel squealed in delight. Her vent, hot, needy, gushing, swallowed his member up greedily and Jenny almost choked on her breath from the delicious, overwhelming sensation of finally, finally being fucked. Mason couldn’t breathe. His dick, bloated and sensitive, was gripped in a velvet vice, squeezed and milked in ways he had never thought possible. His balls roiled,
pulsing, swelling. His body was so alight with sensual delight he scarcely noticed the way his ears gradually lengthened, crept up along his cranium. 
	Jenny was choking on euphoria. Her tongue lolled, her eyes rolled back, every speck of her being focused on the molten white hot pleasure filling her up, swelling inside her, getting hotter and hotter and bigger and bigger with every thrust of her human scientist friend. She bumped back into him eagerly, but tried not to buck too hard, as she was much larger than him.
	Mason was only vaguely aware as his nose and chin bulged forward just slightly, as a lump grew from the base of his spine. Fucking the mutant squirrel was the most amazing thing he had ever felt, and he couldn’t imagine stopping. His thoughts ran together, a wild amalgamation of feelings and ideas, and he couldn’t stop himself from climaxing inside her.
	Jenny shrilled, eyes bulging, a hand flying to her middle as she felt the warm liquid sensation of Mason’s cum in her womb. He had cum so much! She convulsed slightly as her own dick unloaded, putting that amount to shame in the first shot, Jenny’s own orgasm her biggest yet, gallons upon gallons of squirrel seed piling up in the corner of the room.
	The two breathless mammals sagged in the afterglow of their first mating, both smiling. Mason ran his tongue over his elongated incisors, smiling wider. His dick was still rock hard, and Jenny was still sopping wet and throwing him bedroom eyes over her shoulder. They would go again, oh yes. But then an emergency containment team burst into the room and dragged them apart. They pouted to one another, but knew that the damage was done.
	Mason was transforming into a squirrel just like Jenny.
	And Jenny was pregnant with yet more squirrels.




		PART 4

	The changes didn’t stop.
	Mason was separated from Jenny completely and placed in his own containment chamber. This made him quite upset and he vocalized his desire to rejoin the larger squirrel frequently. His only answer was hazmat suits that came in to record data, never speaking to him, only measuring him and taking samples. Saliva, hair, blood, semen. Oh yes, his libido never quite calmed down since his encounter with his friend. He felt he could smell her every second, and his cock, now increased from an average six inches to a monstrous ten, throbbed urgently at all times. No amount of masturbation seemed sufficient to curb his needs.
	It kept growing, too. Seemingly with every orgasm, fractions of an inch shuddered through his length, and by the next day, it had bloated to an entire foot long. Panting and messy, he felt cramped in his containment chamber. It was by no means
spacious, having been hurriedly converted for hazardous materials, but the crampedness was not eased by the fact that Mason was growing larger. He was over six feet tall, and aware that he was growing taller, and wider. His hips, at a glance, now
resembled a female’s, curving gracefully out from his waist and leading into girly thighs that were becoming increasingly plush and thick.
	He had smiled when he had reached back and found a handful of cushy flesh in his ass, and his small and fluffy tail had swished. He giggled, his voice several degrees higher and more feminine. His mind was still his own, he felt, but he truly liked what was happening to him. Hours later, he was groping a pair of brand-new, incredibly swollen tits that continued to balloon from his chest. It felt so amazing...
	Jenny moaned, reclining and fondling her chest as well, at the moment. Her own enclosure felt cramped, as well, even though it was much larger. Of course, She was also much larger than Mason, over eight feet tall. Her breasts had begun tingling not long after her mating session with her friend, and had slowly started growing, filling up, becoming heavier, fuller, and more sensitive. Her nipples, especially, thickened and lengthened extraordinarily, becoming as big as her fists. Her mighty cock throbbed, and she easily came just from playing with her nipples and breasts.
	She knew she was pregnant. She had hoped and prayed her friend’s seed would take, and sure enough, she felt a tremor in her womb not long after the fucking, and her belly had starting steadily swelling up, filling just like her breasts, eggs
developing into kits and the thought of this and the feelings made the huge squirrel’s already insane libido skyrocket further. She was grinding against the walls, shooting cum everywhere, starting to clog the industrial drains with her insane output
	Often she wouldn’t even have to touch herself, she would just rub her bulging middle and grind a little and she would go off, shrilling her pleasure. Her tongue would hang from her maw, rasping past her buckteeth, eyes rolled back, her pleasure so intense it was a miracle her mind only broke for a minute or two as she collapsed into a twitchting, squirming mass of brown fur.
	Mason thought of himself more as Macy, now. His hair had grown longer and actually fell over one of his eyes, and his face, now a cute fuzzy squirrel’s, was entirely feminized. He didn’t have a mirror, but he just sort of sensed how cute and pretty he had become. He constantly fondled his massive tits, which were beyond the size of his head and continued to grow. His tail had grown fully, a massive plume of bristly floof that twitched and waved around behind him. He loved his huge ass, cushy and girly, heavy with flesh and fat.
	His hands were always on his tits or his cock, which stretched larger at an almost constant rate. Now a foot and a half long, and as thick around as a tube of hamburger meat, his cock throbbed and twitched whenever he thought of Jenny, and he felt as a slave to its needs. His orgasms were massive, and always getting more so, always getting more intense, lasting longer. Thinking about rivaling his beloved Jenny’s output incensed his lust, and he stroked with wild abandon, almost facedown in his containment chamber.
	As orgasm neared, he panted, voice high pitched and girly, almost a squeak, and fell further forward, raising his hips, unconsciously offering himself to a phantom Jenny. He waggled his rump, heedless of the cameras watching him, and groaned as his orgasm boiled over. Seed shot from his dick, coating his front, pooling across the floor, and the flesh beneath his weighty testicles rippled like water and then smoothly divided in half, creating a vagina. It swelled and puffed, growing engorged and damp, female nectar oozing down her sac and inner thighs.

	Varian couldn’t believe it. She’d never met the site director, but she assumed he wasn’t insane. He actually wanted to reintroduce the two specimens into the same enclosure again. The language in the memo basically said “the damage is done.” The
hell it was. One of them was already pregnant, the other had just grown female sex organs. Why they hadn’t been frozen already she had no idea. The gestation period was either terrifyingly short or the litter size would be horrifyingly large based on how rapidly subject A’s abdomen was swelling.
	But, she dutifully followed orders, and Mason, now calling herself “Macy” was sealed into a portable hermetic chamber that the now six and a half foot tall mutant squirrel could barely fit in. She kept assuring Varian that her mind was still her own, that she was enjoying what was happening, and thanking her for helping. Varian was rather disgusted with the excessively lewd body her former colleague now possessed. Even now, the scientist watched the squirrel undulate and grind, her half-hard cock pressed against the tempered glass.
	Jenny was overjoyed to see Macy’s new body, and Macy was overjoyed to see Jenny again. They excitedly chatted about their changes, growing increasingly hot and bothered the whole time. Macy groped and rubbed Jenny’s huge belly, Jenny squeezed
and kneaded Macy’s huge tits. They finally began to breathlessly make out, noisily and sloppily. And then, of course, they fucked.
	Varian watched with a frown. She was following orders, but she just felt that this was a bad idea. Jenny sawed in and out of Macy’s new puss, Macy’s face showing an utterly broken look of intense nigh-physically-impossible pleasure. Jenny just humped away, shrilling her joy as her leg-sized dick pounded into the smaller squirrel. All too soon, her sac bulged and tightened and the loud liquid sounds of her eruption filled the audio as Macy’s eyes shot wide and her belly started inflating like a balloon. Jenny came for what seemed like minutes, and Macy was left with a stomach so deformed her feet barely touched the floor.
	Jenny smiled triumphantly and withdrew her cock, slathered with combined fluids, and cuddled her smaller mate. Macy clutched her bulging middle, still breathless, blushing and horny. She turned to Jenny and kissed her passionately. Jenny’s cock visibly throbbed, ready for more. The two squirrels’ swollen, pregnant bellies rubbed together.

	Both of the squirrels grew even larger as they kissed.




		PART 5

	Varian’s ears hadn’t become more triangular. They’d always looked like that. She stared at herself in the mirror, having removed her hazmat suit. No, her ears were just as she remembered them. So were her buckteeth. She fondled her breasts, as big as her head, sensitive and lactating. Yes, she’d always been this curvy, too. She spent several long minutes groping herself and an extra minute riding out a resultant intense orgasm. Yes, she’d always been able to cum from breastplay alone, and felt the need to do it several more times right afterwards. This was normal, she wasn’t transforming.
	Steve was, though.
	Steve was the security guard for this wing of the facility. He often did little except ask people questions, remind them about safety protocols, and stand around. And paperwork, so much paperwork. Paperwork if something happened, paperwork if he thought something happened, paperwork if absolutely nothing happened. When he started having to wear a stuffy hazmat suit just to walk up and down the halls, he began rethinking his career choices. It was only when he first beheld the now-two mutant squirrels that life got interesting.
	Something actually anomalous might be happening! Steve wasn’t one of those furries, but the two busty squirrel women were still plenty easy on the eyes. Filling out the latest bout of paperwork on the events, Steve scratched at his hand. He really needed a shave, he thought. He was a younger man, and not yet graying or balding, but he had always had fully black hair. It was odd, then, that the hair on his hands and arms was a deep rusty brown.
	Macy nuzzled into Jenny’s vast bosom. So warm, so soft and fluffy. Jenny giggled, and rubbed Macy’s belly some more. Jenny currently stood nine feet tall, with a couple of inches to spare, but Macy was rapidly catching up, seven and a half feet tall. Both of them had bellies the size of bean bag chairs, and the dutiful observer would catch squirming bulges here and there a few times a minute. Both squirrels had quite the litter, and Jenny felt a strong sense of contentment and belonging beneath her ever-present horniness.
	Churring, the bigger squirrel crouched down towards her mate, making Macy blink and blush. Jenny nuzzled along Macy’s breasts, then nibbled at her belly before kissing and gently licking the length of squirrel cock that was emerging from its sheath and rapidly hardening. Jenny salivated at the sight, the smell, the knowledge of how huge and virile her mate was. She then eagerly gulped her way down the two feet of dick, bobbing her head and making lewd slurping and swallowing noises. Macy’s eyes rolled back in her head and she bucked her wide hips, feeling up her tits and pinching nipples that were starting to bead and drip with milk.
	Varian sighed and rubbed her face, tracing tiny claws across the fur that covered her cheeks. Okay, maybe she was transforming. So what? She could never really argue that the physical sensations were unpleasant. Sure, her constantly heightened lust was distracting, but it hardly made her feel unlike herself. Maybe Mason or Macy had been right. Her mind was still her own, she just… liked what was happening. She flicked the bushy tail that had grown in above her embiggening rump, and smirked. Squirrels weren’t her favorite animal, she might even have said she didn’t have a favorite animal, but… She idly wondered if increased exposure to the mutagen the squirrels clearly possessed would accelerate her transformation.
	She suddenly grabbed the fat cock between her legs, which seemed to rise to meet her fingers and then overwhelm them with its girth, and began frantically stroking.
	Steve swore. Jesus, that was a lot of cum! Way more than he was expecting. Steve might have described himself as a horn dog, but that was generally something he could deal with outside of work. He’d never felt such a strong urge to jerk off before the end of his shift. But holy fuck had he made a mess. Even with a fistful of paper towels handy, his load had splattered all over his lap and across the underside of his desk. His fuzzy hands frantically sponged at the mess, a literal puddle of spooge. He huffed, then squeaked in a high-pitched chittery sort of voice, finding the scent of his own cum to be
somewhat… nice.
	Just then the door to his office burst open. He hastily yanked down his sleeves to hide the fur and stuffed as much of the paper-towel-slash-jizz mess under his desk as he could. He sat up, disguising the gooey mess of his crotch (as well as his enduring and throbbing erection) beneath his desk. He looked up to see a hazmat suit facing him. A right curvy one, at that. He didn’t recognize her, and might have commented on her lack of an ID badge had he been of clearer mind. She finally spoke, voice high pitched and breathy, “I need clearance into the chamber to conduct a test.”
	Steve nodded mutely, worried his voice would give away his transformation. He reached under his desk and made a show of getting his keycard, while hastily stuffing himself back into his pants. Luckily, Varian was already moving towards the door.
	Varian didn’t comment on Steve’s lack of a hazmat suit, nor did she notice as more fur grew across his frame, creeping up under shirt collar to wash over his cheeks. Steve gave a tiny moan as his shirt stretched across large ripe tits, and he bit his lip, desperately wanting to feel them up.
	Varian used Steve’s keycard to unlock the airlock, saying nothing as Steve stepped in with her. The atmosphere was cycled, and Steve gasped. His eyes glazed and he groaned. When the chamber opened into the enclosure with the two other
squirrels, Varian stepped inside, but Steve took one step and collapsed. Tongue lolling from his mouth, he laid on his front, hands flying to his crotch. The overwhelming stench of sex permeated the room, and he could do nothing but toy with himself, his cock hardening and inflating to larger proportions as a steaming vent split open behind his balls, balls that bulged and gurgled, fattening with seed and size.
	Varian for her part, walked right over to Macy and Jenny, Jenny’s belly was even larger, bulging with offspring and seed, and she patted the tight drum-like skin, smiling sweetly at Varian. Semen dripped off her chin. Varian wanted to kiss it from her.
	Macy, for her part, was returning the favor as best she could. Jenny’s cock was much larger, and she was lacking in experience in blowjobs. But she more than made up for it in enthusiasm, and managed to stuff the last few inches of the squirrel shaft down her throat. Jenny showed her appreciation by crooning and squirming. She gently humped, the giant squirrel’s movements making the room shake a little.
	Varian, hands trembling, reached up and detached the hood of her hazmat suit.
	The aroma that assailed her nose was not in the least as unpleasant as she expected. Not a stench, but a perfume, an alluring, delicious scent that made her shudder. She surrendered to it, feeling her body judder up taller, bulge out curiver. Her dick sprouted up bigger from her crotch, tenting up and pulling taut the already tight hazmat suit. Good, she thought, let it rip. Doesn’t matter now. At least these sensations are incredible. She’d been so careful, avoiding contamination. At this point, it had to be fate that she be transformed. She felt herself up and panted.
	Jenny crooned, watching Varian transform, then groaned, tensing. Her belly clenched. With a loud moan, her pussy bulged open and a small damp form of a squirrel slid out, followed by another and another. Macy’s cheeks bulged as the larger
squirrel came immediately from the sensation of birthing. Macy squirmed, feeling her own brood wiggle in her belly, and beheld how each of the newborn squirrels already had round tits, curved hips, and hefty dicks.
	Steve shuddered, having cum more than a few times just from the smell in the room. She tore her eyes from the scene, lest the mere sight set off another chain reaction of orgasms. Fumbling for the room controls, her only thought was to get out, get away, surely this much sex would kill her… Having no idea what she was doing through the sex-fog covering her brain, she was only vaguely aware of hitting a big red button and seeing red flashing lights before she began involuntarily stroking herself again, moaning in a squeaky voice as more cum splashed out of her oversized penis…
	The doors to the chamber swung fully open and the pheromone cloud wafted out into the halls of the facility…





		PART 6

	Jenny sighed happily and stretched. The nine-foot squirrel enjoyed the fresh air and warm sunlight on her face. The facility had felt so very very cramped, and it was quite nice to finally be outside again. Macy hugged around her waist and moaned, her belly bulging and squirming. She would be birthing soon. Varian had chosen to stay in the facility, for now. She said she wanted to study the transformation of the others. More likely she just really got off to watching it happen.
	Steve, looking quite pleasure drunk, had followed Macy and Jenny to the surface, and stood on Jenny's other side. She petted them both, smiling. And around her feet, half a dozen much smaller squirrels pounced and cuddled and wrestled and groped each other.
	The facility was located in a rural area, and it made Jenny oh so happy to see trees again. She knew that very soon she’d be too big to climb them, but the sight was comforting nonetheless. Jenny rubbed her throbbing cock thoughtfully as she went over to the largest tree she could see and settled down against it, sighing happily once more. One of her children nuzzled her cock, and she cooed. She grinned as she saw the five foot squirrel turn into a six foot squirrel, and she giggled, pulling the voluptuous hours-old creature into her arms, frotting with her progeny. They both chittered and were soon joined by others that Jenny had birthed. Jenny was feeling rather horny, and let two of her babies nurse from her over-full breasts as two more cuddled and kissed at her nuts. She could feel her belly slowly swelling again with a fresh pregnancy, more
squirrel kits forming in her overactive womb. 
	Steve and Macy cuddled nearby, the two former human men sloppily making out and pawing at each other’s tits. Macy’s belly kept growing bigger, the offspring inside growing larger and more numerous, as if they were somehow breeding with each other inside her belly. This thought made Macy whimper with arousal, and her cock grew even larger, thumping with her heartbeat. Steve, or Steph, went wide-eyed looking at the mighty phallus of her former co-worker, and licked her lips. She leaned down and began to lick and slurp over the tip, and Macy’s eyes rolled back, trembling and moaning.
	Jenny whimpered and squirmed, the huge squirrel panting and shuddering. She was being swarmed by her kits, all pawing and grinding and groping and humping. At least three of them seemed to be fighting for the chance to take her massive cock inside themselves. Jenny bit her lip, shivering, and then gasped as her cock suddenly juddered and cleanly split into three massive separate shafts. She groaned, then squealed as her three newborn kits began eagerly stuffing the giant dicks into
themselves, licking their lips. Jenny’s breasts bulged and performed the same trick, becoming six heavy tits that dominated her front, eclipsing the gravid form of her growing belly. Her kits latched onto the new nipples, drinking of her milk. Underneath her massive balls, which hadn't split like her cocks but had merely grown thrice as massive, the remainder of her kits probed her pussy with their own cocks, and her pussy obliged them all by dividing into three puffy vents gushing with honey. Her children chittered and began to fuck her. New and only temporarily empty wombs formed along with the new vaginas, and she panted, awaiting the incoming seed to start a triple pregnancy. She swelled to ten feet tall with a moan.
	Within the facility, it was chaos. Well, chaos might not be the best term. Ongoing frenzied orgy might be better. Varian’s cock continued to grow, and she was somehow not yet pregnant, but she had discovered she immensely enjoyed nutting over people and watching them transform into squirrels. The pheromones now loose throughout the facility had everyone confused, horny, and complacent. Varian would push them onto their knees, rub her dick frantically, and gush all over them, pushing their transformation to its final stages. This would keep her enormous cock hard and throbbing, and she would find her next victim.
	Several of the squirrels followed her now, eager for another dose. Varian’s seven and a half foot form swayed hypnotically, hips grown wider than her shoulders, breasts undulating like fleshy basketballs. Her folds were soaked, heated, and she felt a desperate hunger in her womb for filling, breeding. But she chose to ignore it for now. She wanted to see the look on the director’s face when she painted him with cum and watched him react to his own stupid decisions. No reason he shouldn’t reap what he sowed. She got into the elevator that led to the top level of the facility. She still had clearance to go where she wished, even as a growing mutant squirrel hermaphrodite.
	Macy humped wildly at Steph, the larger squirrel eager to put a litter in another belly. Steph grunted and moaned, legs trembling as she bent over before the former scientist. Her pussy squelched, stretched and gushing, against the massive dick sliding in and out of her. Steph grunted and grew larger, her breasts swelling, as did her balls, the fat spheres jiggling, sloshing, bulging outwards. She shuddered up to seven feet tall, and the ass Macy clutched rounded out further, spurring Macy on to thrust faster and harder.
	Macy’s body warmed up, and she groaned as tingling ran along her sides. Steph’s ass grew further, and Macy felt odd lumps forming on it, Nubs formed from the lumps, and they continued to rapidly grow and elongate. Macy shivered and felt her
torso grow longer. She squeaked with surprise, rising higher over Steph. Her own bulges formed in her sides, and she quickly realized that they were limbs. The growth and transformation of both squirrels continued, and Macy’s new legs clambered over
Steph’s sides as her hindquarters rippled and changed. Both squirrels, now transformed into taurs, came hard as their new limbs finished forming. Macy now had an entirely empty womb up front, her massive pregnancy now occupying her huge taurbelly. Steph had grown an extra set of cock and balls between her forelegs and was eager to put it to use.
	Varian had a small, sadistic grin on her squirrel face as the elevator reached its destination. She rubbed her nuts, huffing a little, felt them gurgle and swell. She shivered, a tiny growth spurt flowing through her whole body. Cooped up in the elevator with naught but her own scent as company, she was almost insanely horny. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out, moaning.
	She suddenly blinked. The office was empty. The director was not here. Jenny’s confusion muted her lust for the moment and she looked around. There was hardly anything here to suggest there had ever been a human presence at all. She absently groped her tits as she stepped up to the desk, getting a small thrill at how small it looked. She kind of wanted to smash it with her cock, which would surely have spanned its width, if not quite its length. Yet.

	On the desk was a small plaque that read “B. E. Chardunae.”






		PART 7 (unfinished)

	Macy groaned, feeling her belly grow larger. She didn’t know how many squirrels were in her womb, but it felt like a lot, and they were growing. She panted softly, Her hind legs trembling. She sloppily made out with Steph, the mountainous breasts dominating their fronts mashed together, causing milk to squirt out

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	High above the goings-on, two completely normal squirrels perched on a branch. Tails bristled and twitching, the curious critters couldn’t make sense of what was happening. To their eyes, large, odd humanoid creatures were making a huge mess, but to their noses and ears, fellow squirrels were playing and breeding. This curious amalgamation had the two small animals utterly entranced, peering down at the mutating anthros.
	Just then, a large blob of white launched into the branches and splatted one of the squirrels directly in the front. Scrambling not to fall off its branch, the little rodent scampered away, dripping with cum. It didn’t get more than a few feet before a warm pleasurable feeling burst through it and it began to shudder and grow. Its friend squeaked, the curious nature of the scene vanishing as survival instincts took over and the squirrel who had not been splattered skittered in the opposite direction. The sensation of transformation overtook the first squirrel, twitching and whining as it grew larger, the size of a human infant now, its tail poofing out bigger and longer. Heat and need flared through it, as round tits plumped up on its front, and its sex bulged out hugely.
	The other squirrel didn’t spare another glance backward, too terrified to do anything but run blindly away.
	It had really enjoyed the smell of that gooey stuff, though…