Good news and bad

“Have you Heard the latest news?” Connie’s chirpy lab assistant Monique asked. “Another vial of Hucow formula has been reported missing - they’re doing sight checks on people looking for any sort of body changes!”

It had been 2 more weeks. Connie sat, cross legged in her office, barely listening. She liked Monique but was aware she was a chatterbox and learnt to drown her out while working. A lazy, non committal comment every here and there was enough to keep her happy. They were friends, but Connie was often distant and working so Monique had learnt to engage in one sided conversations. She didn’t seem to mind at all and since her work was a lot less high pressure they both understood the others position. When they went on the occasional bar or pub crawl then they’d chat and have a great time.

There was good news and bad news. Connie now sported a 3-4 inch cock - twice the size of its former max - and balls that could be described as... bloated. In fact that was the best word for them, two bloated globes. About the size of a large grape each and extremely sensitive, both to painful bumps and a weirdly pleasant feeling of arousal she wasn’t used to when they were even slightly brushed. She was sure they were producing cum and noted with a slight horror they were actually bigger than the average males testicles by a surprising margin.

But annoyingly, she was still impotent. She couldn’t cum, couldn’t even produce pre-cum and she couldn’t get an erection yet. So she’d delved in to creating a stronger cream at the expense of one last cheeky procurement, one focused on growth now rather than further genetic stitching. Hopefully less painful...

Her cock was stronger. She still noted urine leakage occasionally but she hadn’t full on wet herself in 5 days and could clench now. The muscles in her dong were certainly connected and working, getting more reactive and powerful by the day. She began to wonder if she needed to check on her new pseudo-prostate since every surface level part of her new anatomy worked. But she wasn’t equipped to, her lab was a chemists dream but not set up for physical examinations on anything, let alone herself.

So the night before, after a few too many G&T’s, she’d ordered a load of sex toys, specifically prostate massagers. Did she regret the purchase in the morning? Yes. Did she cancel it? Well.. no.

The bulge in her trousers was still small, but she’d become conscious of how noticeable it was at the right angles. With Monique in the room she dared not stand up without covering herself... but she was **** to leave. Her final salve was ready, along with a single genetic pill and a single use injected fluid. It was, theoretically, the strongest treatment yet by far, using much larger dosages of the previous ingredients and a new adaption of Hucow serum, one designed around producing as much milk as possible. Adapted for semen production of course, as much as she could adapt a untestable product.

Her plan was sensible, if a little ****. Essentially she was going to strong arm her body in to cumming. She needed to get home to apply the formula. It was a messy fix, but one she thought was very likely to work - the plumbing was all there and all correct, she was sure. It just needed turning on. A mix of sexual deviance and scientific curiosity was washing over her and as soon as she could she’d be out the door, home for the weekend. She’d already packed her bag but was patiently waiting for Monique to turn away or change focus or something since she needed to wipe a few files from the lab computer. Unfortunate then, that she could feel herself getting flustered.

Connie sat uncomfortably for another 20 or so minutes, each second filling her with more arousal at the thought of final release.