And starts the next stage

Connies Notes 1.

It’s so small! Almost cute. Almost.

I don’t really see the appeal of having one of these things. It’s kind of gross. But if I can crack the code I’ll be rich and famous! I’ve taken photos of my progress, done some cheeky poses just for fun but really I can’t wait to be done. Hopefully not much longer left if my calculations are correct!

Connie Got right to work. She didn’t have time to mess around - she shared her lab with 2 other women and a man who she knew didn’t work this shift but were all prone to coming in on their days off to check on experiments. She was friends with all of them, but didn’t trust them to keep her very little, very expensive secret. A ballpark figure of the materials she’d taken so far? Over 200K. Easily. Developing genetic modifications was an expensive business, the patented tec and obscure dosing agents really did rack up. Luckily it was easy to cover, she’s procured it from the company budget and knew if she could create a successful process she’d be rewarded in the long run. If not?

She didn’t think about the if not. She was almost certain she’d covered her tracks well and nobody would suspect she now had a penis, since their mandatory audits were random she could only guess there wouldn’t be any questions asked for somewhere between right now and 6 months, since they had one just before she took the products.

Logging in to her burner laptop, she loaded a program. Phase 2.

She had to wait an agonising 6 hours as the program mixed the chemicals she’d stolen. 6 hours of checking the door, of playing along. The most agonising part was leaving the lab for 10 minutes to make small talk with the staff and later attend a 1 hour office meeting, all in an attempt to blend in and act normal which she did so with excellent precision. her tiny cock was small enough that even in her tight trousers it didn’t bulge enough to show. The sneakiness of it all actually made her slightly aroused, luckily she couldn’t get a boner - but even if she could she doubted it would be able to pitch a tent significant enough to expose her. Her only issue was the thong she wore kept trapping the flesh and caused some pinching. She grimaced at the thought of having to wear male underwear. But that didn’t really matter, not when she got back to her lab and finally saw her phase 2 had completed!

She’d used edited mixtures from previous Hucow and Hubull experiments to both encourage semen production and blood flow to the genitals. Additionally she’d concocted a mixture to increase size and liquid capacity her discouragingly limp cock and balls. Finally, she’d added a discontinued and banned component she felt would be most helpful but slightly dangerous, something that would allow her to feel aroused and hopefully get hard that was usually used on Breeding test subjects as a control measure. It was an addictive substance that had the nasty side effect of causing them to mindlessly crave their feed but in large doses caused their own milk to become addictive as well. The upside? It increased blood flow to the genitals, size and sensitivity 10 fold. Connie was certain she could filter out the negative quality by reducing it down to it’s base form and reapplying it to the mix.

She knew she better keep this ingredient especially hidden, as this world had strict slavery rules that banned the substance in it’s current form. Each ‘subject’ - in many ways, slaves - had to enter voluntarily and must be able to leave once either their contract is up, any debts are paid or, if they were free of both, at any time. So creating women addicted to the provided feed was outlawed extremely swiftly as it was seen as a human rights violation. It didn’t help that some rich heiress had fallen to the product and her family sued the company for millions. So this was an extremely risky move but if it worked, worth the effort.

No guts no glory. She was reminded of the nobel prize in physiology being given to scientists who experimented on themselves by causing and curing their own peptic ulcers. This scenario? very similar she thought. Only it includes giving herself a working cock.

Her current fix involved taking a pill and rubbing a salve on to her dick. Not feeling comfortable doing it in her lab, she packed her bag and scurried home, saving her data to a hard drive and destroying the laptop on the way. paranoid? absolutely. But she couldn’t risk being caught out. Once home, she quickly took the pill, which was a foul experience - it was really big, big enough to **** on while she **** it down and started an awful burning sensation that lasted over an hour.

Next she stripped off and looked at her body in the mirror. Her tiny, insignificant troublesome dong hanging just above her thigh. Too small to even jiggle it she thought to herself, a disappointed look crossing her pouting face. Part of her - the now 2 week without orgasm perverse part - was beginning to greatly resent her dick not working at all.

She proceeded to salve up her penis. This needed to be applied regularly over the next few days, so she would need to do it at work. Unfortunately it was extremely unpleasant and left her with a stinging cock for about an hour on application. she also felt ill after and a tightness in her cock and balls that almost felt like they were in a vice. Like they were a balloon inflating in a very small space. She couldn’t say she was looking forward to applying this 4 times a day for the next week.