Connie waits patiently...

Connie Breathed slowly. In and out. She knew that she wasn’t horny - not really. Just frustrated. Little things were irritating her, including her usually good to work with buddy Monique. There was an easy fix though. Simply chatting with her work friend. Connie waited for a moment that Monique wasn’t looking at her and gently tucked the small lump down slightly, just between her thighs, before standing up and walking over to where she was working. Her balls - it was still weird to think of them as her balls - felt slightly crushed up against where her vagina used to be, sending a surprising jolt of energy through her that she mentally noted to explore later. Not that it was unexpected - she knew her pussy still existed buried beneath her new proto-penis. The pain and numbness she’d been enduring had all but shut down her vaginal nerve endings until the process was complete and now it lay dormant, capped and hibernating beneath newly grown skin. It was part of the design to healthily shut down maintain her natural sexual organs in case something went wrong and was so far very successful, she’d noticed no issues. Eventually she’d open it back up when she could finally remove the pain in the neck that was her cock... But for now she just grabbed a lab coat, wrapped it round her waist so she could loosen her vice like thighs from her balls and chatted away with her pal.

The only revealing thing is that Monique asked if she was too hot. It had gone unnoticed, really, but Connie was actually quite sweaty again and putting a hand on her forehead she realized she was slightly greasy to the touch. Easy to explain away. Connie brushed it off as wearing too many layers and playfully re-wrapped her newly acquired lab coat around her waist, before taking off her cardigan. Being a voluptuous woman she usually wouldn’t dream of stripping to just her tank top - especially while she could feel sweat in her large cleavage - but it was only Monique, she wasn’t phased. If any men were to walk in she’d just cover up again, no biggie. Besides, the lab coat around her waist beautifully covered her bum from any perverted gazes, which she thought was her best feature and was usually the main source of unwanted attention. She’d stopped wearing make-up when she got her promotion to Lead researcher as she knew her face and‘style’ was quite bimbo-y with BJ lips and blonde hair, so removing this meant nothing really accentuated her face too much and there was no make-up to worry about running. It gave off a professional impression.

They spent about 3 hours working on a weight gain formula that was in pre-production, a slight change from their usually more experimental tasks. In fact just last week they’d accepted a project that would allow women to produce sweet tasting juices instead of their usual lactations that required much deeper gene therapy to produce. But an easy weight gain formula was a pleasant change of pace. The only catch was making it ‘healthy’, so they had to work on reinforcing arteries and blood flow in the subjects while preventing clogging.

By the 4 hour mark, Monique was looking like she needed to have a break and Connie, with a smile, dismissed her.

She then got to work, downloading folders on to her personal hard disk and deleting or editing everything even slightly incriminating from the shared laptop. It was, of course, overcautious as usual. She’d not made any mistakes she could think of but knew that if she didn’t purge a few stray files it might be harder to hide if suspicion did land on her and since Monique usually did the admin Connie felt it was just another risk dealt with. It only took 10 minutes to do. Finally, she could leave.

She went to the toilet stall as usual before leaving. Realising she’d been holding it for the entire time and suddenly extremely **** she practically ran there, lab coat wrapped around her waist still in a unusual but forgivable breach of usual protocol. Lucky too - she checked the mirror before leaving and noticed to her surprise a very obvious bump in her crotch. Like, super obvious, her light grey sweatpants were tightly bunched around the suspicious looking object. She made another mental note to wear darker colours and an extra layer in future, before returning to the lab to gather her things.

There was a slight feeling of triumph as she realized she’d successfully held a full bladder for about 4 hours without an accident.

She left without incident, cheerily saying goodbye to the staff. The new salve in her bag put her in an excellent mood and when she finally got home and closed the door she practically threw her clothes off and looked in her full length mirror, mentally preparing for the next step.