Connie B, lead researcher for Body Modifications

Connie took in a deep breath before marching through the crowd. It was her first day back from annual leave and she was nervous - she’d taken on a small secret that was making her very jumpy while weaving through the hoard of people. She felt like she were close to breaking in to a jog at the pace she was setting and by the time she’d reached her Lab door, she was acutely aware of how odd her walk may have looked. Slowly and with needless delicacy, she shut the door behind her and finally stopped holding her breath.

She chastised herself for being so overcautious! She didn’t want to bring attention to herself so looking at all suspicious was not good. Not good at all. She’d spent her last 4 working years at this place hiding her past, she should know how to keep the act up... not that this was as regular as hiding how she put herself through Collage.

Connie was a former gymnast and very skilled at the sport, having taken it up at a young age. Unfortunately she didn’t have the right figure to take her to the next level. As she got older and her body matured, she was clearly far too buxom to compete and since then has only kept practising at a casual level for sake of flexibility. She didn’t mind, her true calling really was science. As her body grew and she became extremely busty by nature she gave up the pursuit and took up yoga and weight lifting to supplement her ongoing gymnastic training.

She came from a fairly middle class background - not too well off, not too poor. But she did have to supplement her payments all the way through collage. One of her dark secrets that she’d been hiding her entire professional career? Connie did multiple softcore porn shoots to put herself through education. As soon as she turned 18 she knew she’d be able to make a lot of money. She was blonde, had huge natural boobs and trained, perfectly shaped butt in her mind. She had pouty lips and greenish blue eyes. Extremely marketable looks she knew it. She appeared in several photoshoots for ‘Big tits huge asses’, all soft-core stuff that were really quite tasteful compared to some of the offers she got and she camwhored for about 2 years on the side. All solo, nothing mainstream. She’d never found herself on free porn websites, probably due to never really advertising herself much beyond times for her regulars.

Her only real pornographic gig was appearing in 2 bdsm themed videos that showcased her flexibility, but there was no penetration and her face was covered for most of the shoots. Still, the idea of these videos getting out and ruining her reputation did hang over her so when a fan had contacted her recently on her private email address she was sent in to a panic. They used her stage name and didn’t seem to know anything beyond some of her old show subjects - She had a reputation for abusing her throat during these streams - but it still freaked her out that someone found her contact details.

That, now, was all secondary. Connie no longer lived in that life. She was a successful member of the Genetic modification department at a global cosmetic body modding company. Very successful. Connie was a key member of the team that produced the first immobile Hucow, one that could produce over 18 times the milk of genuine cows. She spearheaded a bimbofication cream that allowed women to enhance their bodies at home without risking excessive expansion like some inferior products. Most recently she and her department had managed to crack adding animal or vegetation features to humans without regressing the subjects mind, formerly a task that was deemed impossible by the last generation of technicians. So when she suggested a genital replacement product, Connie was dismayed to learn the middle management had decided to shut her down.

Now, in the world Connie lived in there was much less ethical debate over gender changes. There was tons of way to modify the human body quickly and efficiently. What didn’t exist yet was a legitimate genital organ transfer, one that produced a good quality working penis or vagina. Most procedures were fairly cosmetic or only needed slight edits to a person, but changing genitals simply needed the subject to undergo a more complete change to their biological systems... or that was the leading thought process. Different companies were working on it, of course - whoever cracked it would be a billionaire overnight - but due to the complexity it was a gargantuan task. Once Connie believed she could crack with a 2 step moulding and genetic rearrangement process that had been formally disallowed.

Too risky they said.

It was true that every other similar project had failed. Several reported massive issues, there was a rumour of test subjects losing their genitals altogether. One story claimed that some guy accidentally fused his crotch to a fellow tester when trying a ‘genital switch’ technique and couldn’t be separated. The sheer thought of such an event and the lawsuits that could follow had sent Connie’s company in to a spin at the time and they no longer accepted applications to work on that topic until a panel had decided on appropriate contracting and methodology. Something that could take months, even years to produce.

So that left Connie with only one option... She’d have to experiment on herself, which would mean she’d need to borrow company resources without asking. And more importantly, she already had.

Connie had just gotten back from holiday. In the 2 weeks she was off, she’d already applied the formula and mould she’d worked on in secret for about 8 months... and as result, sported a tiny 2 inch cock. It grew and sprouted from her vagina over an awkward 2 day period and eventually usurped its position, slowly moving up and capping her female genitals with at the time a micro male ones, less than an inch long. Until it took over urinary duties peeing was very awkward but eventually it got in to place and fused with her urinary tract. her first time peeing with a cock was... bizarre, to say the least, especially as the position was higher than she was used to and learning how to use the new appendage was even stranger. She’d been incontinent until about the 12th day, where it finally became strong enough to hold the flow. Her testicles also finally plopped out 2 days before her return to work - it was a relief really, it looked at least normal at that point... save for the size.

Connie hated the idea of having a penis. It actually had 0 appeal to her, save for the scientific process and reward of doing so. In usual circumstances she’d have paid someone to do the experiment on but knowing that was out of the question she’d accepted a few months of discomfort, a few months of having a filthy new attachment. If she can get it on, she can get it off. She did lament her position as it grew, but never even considered reversing the process. It had too much potential for profit.

There was one other key issue, one she didn’t think would happen...

Apart from being able to pee, it didn’t bloody work. Her cock was just a flaccid lump, she couldn’t get an erection or any sexual satisfaction from it. It was, for all intent and purpose, a broken and defunct penis. Luckily she’d anticipated this and made plans to continue her experiment, only glad part one had been a success and her body had adapted in the fairly strict 2 week time span. Very aware, it had to be said, that the lack of access to her clitoris or vagina meant she hadn’t came at all, even though she’d been cooped up at home for two weeks watching the changes take place. She was getting extremely sexually frustrated and ready to get her dick working - even if she hated the idea, cumming was sure to be at least a valid release! So now here she was, back in her lab... and ready to start part 2...