Oh, it just means Joel will qualify for a different job.

Joel's skin was on fire, unbearably sensitive. Even the light touch of his clothes was sending him into lustful convulsions as he fell to the floor, cocks hardening and pushing Joel's dress shirt away from his body as he moaned helplessly, unable to even undress himself and get this rough fabric off of him that still seemed to manage to caress his body more sensually than any lover he'd ever had.

"Oh my!" Lucky for him, Dr. Dyer sprang into action immediately. "Shanise, Ryder, I need you to assist me! Mr. Bennet, can you hear me? It seems you're undergoing an uncontrolled reaction. I will do my best to help you - my tentacles can secrete a variety of fluids to enhance or numb sensations. It is in the nature of things that I will have to touch your body quite invasively, I'm afraid; do you consent to this?"

"Nghuuuugh!" Joel was way past forming proper sentences or even thoughts, his hips bucking to get even a little more friction on his shafts.

"As this is clearly a medical emergency, I shall interpret that as an affirmative answer. Shanise, you take notes, Ryder, we need photographs of what is happening to Mr. Bennet." Joel felt himself lifted off the floor by Dr. Dyer's tentacles, twitching and mewling as the gentle, slightly slimy appendages slithered over his body and under his clothes. Their touch was... soothing, quenching the almost painful fires of his lust to more manageable levels. "Ms. Poundings, how did this happen? Has this man not been instructed on the use of our product?"

"You should know me better, Dr. Dyer! Of course I instructed him as per company regulations, and as far as I'm aware, he only drank water today." Ms. Poundings sounded rather miffed at being suspected like this. "And Mr. Bennet did seem rather taken by his enlarged endowment."

"Mnnoooh~..." As two deft tentacles undid Joel's fly, another three were at work unbuttoning his dress shirt, and about 25 crept over his entire body, holding his arms and legs still and massaging a cool fluid into every inch of his skin. Joel's three cocks twitched and lurched as one tentacle spiraled up each bestial length, caressing and pumping them gently as their tips teased Joel's blunt, flared heads rising into the air.

"That's rather peculiar, then... genital multiplication from just one dose is absolutely unheard of, not to mention the formation of mammary tissue." Six of Dr. Dyer's tentacles wrapped around the sensitive breastflesh on Joel's torso, two of them taking care of two tits each, all squeezing the swelling mounds lightly in a milking motion. "Are you absolutely positive Mr. Bennet hasn't been consuming any of the known reagent modificators? Because if you ask me, this looks like a textbook reaction to ethyl alchohol. Isn't that right, Shanise?"

"Absolutely, Doctor." Shanise's voice sounded like honey in the form of soundwaves, making Joel shudder lustfully just from hearing it. "The specific configuration differs, as usual, but the growth and multiplication of primary and secondary sex characteristics definitely points to that conclusion."

"Hmm, he was very sceptical about the efficacy of our product..." Miss Poundings groused, somewhere to Joel's right. "And... well, you know how much that irks me. Maybe I should have been more insistent?"

"Ms. Poundings." Dr. Dyer's strange voice sounded like a disappointed parent as their tentacles began to pull Joel's clothes off of him. "You know that our product is absolutely unique and requires the utmost care. If there is any reason to suspect--"

"There wasn't, really! I asked, and he answered, how should I have known he wasn't telling the truth?!"

"We will have to investigate this matter further. For now, we should focus on helping Mr. Bennet through this." Joel writhed and groaned, now completely naked and held aloft by Dr Dyer's tentacles, vaguely aware of Ryder taking photos of his swelling eightuple bust, his proudly raised, drooling shafts... "I so wish to avoid his mind getting burned out by pleasure. The last time was such a bothersome sight, even if Mr. Doyle enjoyed it... my heart still aches for the poor man and his family. At least he has found a place down in production."

That definitely should have worried Joel, but he was barely able to process what was going on around him. With his arousal now at a merely mind-bending level, he could feel his skin prickle, goosebumps on every inch of his body as Dr. Dyer kept massaging the secretions of their tentacles into Joel's skin. It felt nice, not even entirely sexual, even if that was obviously a large part. With his breasts having gone way past the little flat mounds they had started as, Dr. Dyer's tentacles now had some real heft to play with, brushing over Joel's achingly hard nipples to make him squirm with arousal - or rather, to cover them with numbing secretions, too. The effect was the same; Joel gasped and mewled, mouth open in a lustful smile.

"How curious..." Dr. Dyer let the tip of one of their tentacles run over Joel's strangely puffy lips, pulling them down while Joel moaned due to the tingles this caused. "Ryder, could you get some pictures of Mr. Bennet's teeth? I haven't seen a full anthropomorphization since Nancy confused one of our bovine enhancement pills for a body enhancement pill, and I think we might be looking at one here."

The face that appeared in Joel's field of vision was the first undeniably male one he'd seen in the lab, chiseled, attractive, framed by flowing, golden locks and partially obscured by a camera. Joel giggled happily, wondering if a guy as hot as this would be alright with sucking Joel's dicks if he let him play with his ever plumper tits. He didn't wonder why he was having these thoughts in the first place. Or why his giggle sounded even less masculine than the word itself already suggested.

"Oh my, it seems I was right! Look at that, Shanise, isn't that a lovely red color?" Confused at Dr. Dyer's assessment, Joel nevertheless moaned happily as something soft and fuzzy tickled his buttcheeks, which felt rather voluminous under the caress of Dr. Dyer's tentacles - but then, Joel felt them wrap around a new appendage growing right at the top of his ass, gently stroking soft fur and sending electric shocks of lust through Joel. "I have to say, as much as I feel for Mr. Bennet, I am rather excited to see how far he will go."

And so was Joel. The mere thought of his tits swelling even larger, his cocks longer and thicker, this wonderful fluffiness on what had to be a tail spreading made him moan lustfully, hips doing their best to thrust into the gentle embrace of Dr. Dyer's tentacles. Their caress on Joel's jiggling breasts made sure he knew that their size was still increasing, if the heaving orbs' ever growing weight wasn't enough. Arching his back, Joel gasped as Dr. Dyer flicked one of his nipples, a pleasant tingle spreading outwards from the root of Joel's tail as he luxuriated in the way the tentacles milked his breasts.

"Hm, and I was so sure that... Oh! I wasn't mistaken!" Joel felt the very tip of one of Dr. Dyer's tentacles wrap around a stiff nipple, swollen to the size of the tip of his pinky - and as the Doctor tugged gently, Joel felt something squirt from the still swelling orb as white-hot bliss shot through him that left him breathless. "Yes, Mr. Bennet has indeed started to lactate. Very well then. Ms. Poundings, if you would fetch us some receptacles posthaste, that would be marvelous. Category F should suffice for now."

As Ms. Poundings hurried away, Joel could feel a tiny tentacle wrap around each and every one of his pulsing nipples, playing over the tingling pleasure nubs like small tongues to coax out the first beads of milk. Joel sighed deeply, feeling his nuts twitch in response to the added stimulation as if they didn't want to be upstaged, pumping a steady stream of pre out of his three cocks to be spread all over Joel's lengths by the gentle strokes of Dr. Dyer's tentacles. Meanwhile, the tingling spreading from Joel's fluffy tail, caressed so expertly by one singular tentacle, was getting more intense and more spread out, and Joel soon realized even in his lust-addled state that the tentacles massaging his behind weren't sliding over smooth skin anymore, but over a fine fuzz of soft fur that was getting thicker with every passing second. It felt divine.

"Oh, Mr. Bennet doesn't seem to be done yet. This is going to end up being a full anthropomorphization, it seems." Joel found himself turned sideways until he was staring at the floor, a set of eight large glass containers getting placed under him by what he dimly realized were Ms. Poundings' hands. Tentacles pulled his arms back, extending them straight behind him, splaying his legs so they could bend his triplet of shafts nearly parallel to the ground, and held his heavy balls, caressing them in an undulating motion. "Thank you, Ms. Poundings, that was most helpful. The less we let poor Mr. Bennet's fluids build up, the better."

"Nghoohoooh, yeeesh!" Dr. Dyer tugged on all eight of Joel's nipples, but however careful he was, however numbing his secretions were, Joel couldn't keep his tongue from lolling from his mouth, large, flat and reaching past rather sharp, pointed teeth down lower than his chin, eyes rolling back in his head - the sensations were simply too much, too intense. "Mmmilk myyy tittiiieeesh!"

"Ah, marvelous! Mr. Bennet is able to vocalize, that is a great sign!" Eight thick streams of hot cream splattered into the glass containers under Joel as Dr. Dyer kept pulling on his nipples, caressing the swollen orbs of his breasts along with his body, stroking Joel's tail... and petting the triangular, furry shapes his ears were turning into, creeping towards the top of Joel's head. It was pure bliss, forcing gasping moans from Joel's throat as his tail tried to wag inside the grasp of Dr. Dyer's tentacle. "I am quite confident that we will be able to get him through this as unscathed as possible."

As Dr. Dyer kept milking Joel's boobs that had by now passed the size of his head and showed no sign of stopping, Joel's spreading fur had reached his knees and was beginning to inch down the impressive, jiggling swell of his tits as it also crept up Joel's back. It felt so nice, being petted all over... so nice, in fact, that Joel almost missed his upper and lower jaw beginning to push out together with an increasingly wet nose that was turning a dark brown as Joel's barely focused eyes stared down his developing muzzle, soft, reddish fur starting to sprout all over it with the same pleasant tingle that was already creeping over other parts of his body. Not that his face was the only thing pushing out - Joel could almost hear the creaking sound with which his hips began to widen.

"Oh yesh, yesh, yish, yip!" Joel's broad tongue, hanging from the side of his lengthening muzzle, was drooling onto the floor uncontrollably, as were his three cocks, pre splattering onto the linoleum in thick streams as Dr. Dyer's grip seemed to tighten. "Milk me, fuck me, shtroke my dicksh!"

"Dear me, I didn't expect that!" There was urgency in Dr. Dyer's voice suddenly, their tentacles around Joel's shafts loosening again. "Ryder, we need a milker, immediately! Lower, category H, adaptable seals!"

As Ryder dashed off, the weight in Joel's crotch began to increase rapidly without warning, together with that of his breasts, almost fully covered with fur now; of course, that didn't stop Dr. Dyer from continuing to milk Joel's expanding mammaries. And to Joel's delight, the fur didn't impact his sensitivity in the slightest, instead adding a new layer to the sensations that made his nipples pulse and his cocks throb - and grow, although the latter outpaced the former rather severely.

"There you go, Ryder! Careful, even with gloves... Marvelous!" Joel felt three rubber seals slide down his shafts, the stimulation making him shudder and groan and finally yip lustfully when he felt his sheaths pushed back and his knots freed. Now, with the rubber tightening rapidly and his swollen knots soon pushing against hard, cool plastic, Joel realized how fast his bestial genitals were ballooning larger. "Oh my, I do hope I haven't made a mistake in my assessment..."