"Perfect timing, Professor, I was just about to show them what we'll be doing to them." Taylor says, and leads you into the first room. Inside there are several chairs and a desk facing a window into a room from the test chamber hallway. Inside is a plastic mannequin of a woman standing between a bed that looks more designed for function than comfort. Sensors and cables are draped throughout the room, a few bundles are even plugged into the mannequin. There's some audio equipment and a drawer that can be pushed to one side of the window pane or the other to pass things through without going around. "All the observation decks and test chambers are set up more or less like this, we can make the window into a one-sided mirror with the flip of a switch," Taylor says as she sits in front of a keyboard on the desk and flips a switch by the mirror, causing a light to come on in the test chamber. Dr. Santina speaks up now, "The two of you were chosen for this program because there are physical and genetic compatibility requirements for every type of gene therapy, we aren't sure what the limits of these are yet for EnR therapy, which is what we'll mostly be doing with underclasswomen, finding out where those limits are. You two, aside from being quite intelligent and eager to join meet the requirements on what we are reasonably sure the critical vectors are based on or previous research and the standard set by Taylor here. Neither of you should have any complications with the therapy we give you, but we will be monitoring your health closely and put an immediate stop to the study if we see anything too risky pop up."
"Helen, we made this mannequin here to demonstrate our target end condition for our research concerning you. Would you please double check these measurements to make sure we set it to be approximately your dimensions?" Helen looks at a console to read down a list of measurements they'd programmed into the figure. "Yep that all looks accurate," she concludes. "Good." Taylor clicks on an empty box next to Cup Size: B and enters in the letter D and the empty box on the bust measurement automatically fills in a new measurement. Taylor adds 6 inches to the box listed as 'hips', toggles on 'by buttocks', and hits submit. You hear the hissing of compressed air from the next room as the breasts and ass of the mannequin start to swell up to the input measurements. "Holy shit, I'm sexy!" Helen exclaims before remembering where she was a "whoops" and a sheepish look. "I mean, I can't wait to embark on this scientific inquest with you marvelous geniuses."
The doctor chuckles, while Taylor smiles and says, "not so fast, this is just where we want to get you by the end of the school year, with the ability to return to your original shape at will and every step in between, so only inflating one breast to a C-cup and the other to a D. Affecting these changes in a nonliving mannequin is one thing but there are risks involved in developing this in a human, especially when we want to give you complete control over it, so we'll go slow at first. She clicks a button, and the mannequin decompresses back to the original form."
Dr. Santina chimes in, "Assuming we meet our goals and all involved parties want to see you continue on with us past this year into graduate work, your doctoral dissertation target would be this." She nods at Taylor who enters "run program>..//michelin_woman" on a command line and the mannequin indeed blimps up into the shape of a female version of the Michelin Man.
"Less attractive, but if I can selectively control the areas this happens I can think of some fun stuff to do with this. Not to mention, risky surgeries might be easier on someone who can expand the affected area."
Dr. Santina nods, "That's the idea, yes and after we achieve the first stage you saw with you. We'll be running the study with una-gendered specimens, probably from among the underclasswomen we're testing on this year."
"Now then, let's show Mr. Stryker what we'll be doing to him." Dr. Santina leads you to the second room while Taylor starts decompression on the mannequin.
"Mr. Stryker, for your study we will be focusing only on your penis." You see a male mannequin sized to your shape, with a 7 inch replica of your erect penis right down to the veins and head shape. The control in this room is less precise, as Taylor picks up a gamepad-type controller. A readout shows the length and girth of the model's fake dick. "Before you ask Ms. Doherty, no you may not have private time with the mannequins. You'll have to wait for Mr. Stryker to come into his own." Taylor toggles the controls and the rubber dick stretches until the display goes from from 7.2" to 18" length and 1.05" to 2.5" average circumference. Helen lets out an "ooh!" then an "aww!" when she remembers she wouldn't get to play with it. "In addition to the elongation and expansion we will looking at articulated control," The manequinns dick flops up and down a bit before making an "S"-shape, " and be doing some coordinated work with Musculature located at Gena's General Testing Facility and Potency here at GTI, to make sure your vas deferens and testicles and are up to the task of producing semen and pumping it through the extra length and more convoluted shapes. As for the eventual scope of the project should you go on to the graduate program..." Taylor controls the dick to go through some twists and ties it in a bowline knot, unties it and sends it stretching out into the test chamber hallway.
"Wow" Helen says, "how far out into the lab are you stretching it... oop!" she jumps and turns around, rubbing her butt and glaring at the rubber appendage that had poked her in the booty. "No fair!" she pouts.
"We're pretty sure your body will hit a natural limit before your penis can grow that long, you probably won't even be able to get a third that long or tie it in the knot, but we do want to see how far we can go. "Ms. Whiser, retract the mannequin, it can do permanent damage it if we keep it fully extended too long." Taylor nods and complies.
Now then, that concludes our time here today. "Taylor, on your way out, take them by the campus General Applications labs, and sign Mr. Stryker up for tanning therapy and 2-3 weeks of musculature therapy - you are attractive, but your previous studies didn't do you justice in your tone or abdominals. Ms. Doherty 1-2 weeks of musculature and let her get any minor affectation she'd like - your complexion is gorgeous and I prohibit you from changing it."
You go to hang up your lab coats and Dr. Santina heads into her office. "Ah yes, Mr. Stryker, do you know when I can expect to see you in my faculty office?" "I have a free hour just before Helen's lab time on Wednesday - after classes start, so next week if that works for you." you respond.
"I'll suffer the wait while you meet your wards, but I can be available then. Ms. Doherty, you?" "Same thing, but on Friday, so I can see you this week."
"Perfect. Can't wait." She blows her a kiss, and closes her office door behind her.
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