Plenty of both.

After setting things in motion and fucking the femboy, there was nothing more to do than take a light lunch and wait for either staff members to come forward as volunteers, or friends of Dinah's to arrive. Angie spent said lunch nibbling on a roll, face burning as his cousin's cum kept leaking out of him, staining the femboy's bikini bottoms.

But that wasn't even the mortifying development that made Angie's face feel hot. No, that was because Janet was dead set on transforming him even more. It wasn't enough that Angie was now curvier than most porn stars, hopelessly addicted to getting dicked down hard, and so very submissive to Janet's will that he'd let her fuck him right in the open, right in front of a stranger! Even the memory of Bennings walking in and out of the room while Janet pounded her femboy slut had Angie bite back a moan, his minuscule boyclit trembling under the table where he pressed a palm against it. And now Janet wanted more for him. To mold him into her perfect little milk maid, sloshing and dripping with every step.

And Angie would have been lying if that didn't excite him. Surrendering his very body to Janet completely, to do as she wanted, to make it whatever she wanted. If he was honest, he couldn't wait.

Not that he had to wait long - lunch had barely finished when five staff members entered the room, two men and three women, all dressed smartly in slacks and button-down shirts.

"Well, well, I am glad so many followed the call," Dinah mused, swirling the red wine she had been drinking in its wide glass before taking a sip. "Now, to reiterate: What we are about to do will change you. Irrevocably, we think. You will be generously paid for each experiment you take part in, but remember that you can at any time retire from this... extracurricular activity and go back to your duties. Should your changes be more ****, you will be given appropriate time off to adjust. Should your changes be **** to the point you are unable to do your duties, we will find... other ways to employ you. Is this acceptable?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Came the reply, five speaking with one voice.

"Very good! But, just to make things clear, when I talk about changes, I mean *this*." Pulling open her sundress to reveal the plump lipples, Dinah delighted in the surprised gasps of her staff, who stared at the smiling lipples with varying degrees of incredulousness and arousal. Only one of the men seemed a little apprehensive. "I do not know how much Bennings has let you in on, but the changes are far from just simple growing and firming. I trust, of course, that you are ready and able to judge whether this is something you are ready to live with."

"Now!" Putting down her wine, Dinah clapped her hands and pointed to a cup with Janet's semen, gathered from where it had splattered to the floor earlier. "To the first experiment. We want to test the hypothesis that transformations follow rules, are reproducible. Thus we need to apply this semen to two of you - to one vaginally and anally, the other orally. Volunteers?"

Blushing, two women stepped forwards, the men somewhere between relief and envy at not being able to take part. As Angie looked on, boyclit pulsing lightly, on of the female staffers dipped a thumb and two fingers into the cooled cum, the other just two fingers, all of which went into the appropriate orifices rather expediently.

"Eugh! The taste is... ugh." The volunteer for the oral application seemed to have drawn the short straw, shuddering as she swallowed the glob of cooled down cum. "Can't recommed. I--hgh!"

"Ooh, something's happening... already? This stuff is fast!" Holding on to her pert little breasts, the other female staffer looked down her front as her bust began to swell, her middle fingers pushing against her nipples - and even through the fabric of her dress shirt, they were beginning to get swallowed by her changing pleasure nubs. "Oh... oh fuck. I'm not sure how... god, this feels good..."

"Uughlukh!" Her compatriot in change was a little less chatty, the reason being her tongue swelling and stretching from her lips. Not that she didn't seem to enjoy it: face flush and eyes rolling up, the staffer had one hand inside her pants and the other on her soft breast, both working frantically to fan the flames of her lust. "Hllkh~..."

As she kept stimulating herself, the slick pink muscle distending her lips twitched and throbbed, veins standing out and pulsing mightily while the color lightened, the tip twisting as it changed shape, becoming ever more mushroom-shaped. Her colleague meanwhile was sighing and mewling softly, shirt straining against her expanding bust, buttons struggling to hold on as the first hints of breastflesh bulged out between them.

The other three staff members where obviously not unaffected by the sights happening before them, faces flush and hands clasped behind their backs as they fought to not touch clearly erect bodyparts - the bulges of the men were rather larger than when they had entered, and the woman's nipples were poking through her shirt. But at least one of the men was still a bit apprehensive, his eyes flitting to the cock that one of the volunteers was growing from her mouth, the fat, throbbing organ replacing her tongue and stretching her lips.

"Mghkh..." Not that she seemed to mind very much, the hand that had been on her breast now stroking the enormous member muffling her moans, lips twitching against the silky skin. "Gh-hukh-hgh~..."

"Oh god, look at these..." The other volunteer, meanwhile, had freed her overinflated breasts and revealed that indeed, her nipples had been changing shape under her dress shirt, more resembling lips than nipples already, drooling with excitement as the woman ran her fingers along the pouty lips, shivering lustfully as tiny tongues darted out of the swelling love pillows. "So intense..."

"Well!" Dinah clapped her hands, a smile that almost seemed sinister to Angie spreading on her face as the older woman turned away from the still changing staffers and to the three others that were still waiting. "That proves it! The results are reproducible! Which means that now, we have to find out how to get little Angie here lactatating. Any theories how to go about this? Let's hear them!"

"I'm... Ma'am, I have one, but..." One of the men looked at where his colleague was jerking her newly acquired cock tongue after falling heavily into one of the comfy chairs in scattered about the lounge, pre dripping from the tip and onto her pert boobs. "I don't think I want to participate in the actual testing. This... is a bit much for me, sorry."

"Oh, no need to say sorry, Norris. As I said, we are talking about likely permanent alterations to your body. Of course, there will be no remuneration, but maybe we can manage a little payment for your idea, should it pans out. Let's hear it!"

"Well... thank you!" Norris looked rather relieved at hearing that from his employer. "And I mean, if you want lactation... why not try mixing that stuff with milk?"

"Ha!" Janet slapped her palm against her forehead and began laughing. "Of course! It's so easy to miss the obvious! Let's get some milk, then, I wanna see if it really is that easy!"

"I'll... I'll got get some!" With a last glance at his colleague, Norris hurried out of the room.