Lucky for Joel, they haven't.

"Haanngh~..." The tightness around Joel's knots increased as his animalistic endowments kept swelling, making his eyes roll back in his head again, away from Joel's muzzle. Who cared about that, or the sharp teeth within? Not Joel, not with the way his cocks surged forwards into three long, cool plastic tubes and the way his sizeable breasts expanded under Dr. Dyer's careful ministrations. "Yeeesh~... sho goood..."

"Ryder, switch on the milker, if you would. If we start draining Mr. Bennet's testicles, we might be able to stem the growth of his genital--oh my." Joel's already quite plump nuts, so far content to simply supply a steady stream of pre to his fattening dicks, seemed to finally have gotten the memo that a bout of growth was in order. Eager to make up for lost time, they began to twitch and pulse, the embrace of Dr. Dyer's tentacles suddenly constricting as they began to put on mass just as rapidly as Joel's monstrously large dicks. "Now, Ryder! Or we risk a Category 6 incident!"

"NhhaaaooOOOH~!" Suction. Vibrations. Pulsing, mind-melting pleasure. Joel twitched and gasped breathlessly, his cocks surging even larger, shafts soon pressing against the sides of the milker tubes around his cocks as thick fluids were pumped out of him with loud, squelching sounds. "Ah--ah--awwghoood!"

"Oh dear me, they're still growing..." Dr. Dyer sounded incredulous, the motions of their tentacles becoming a little erratic as they lost focus - not that Joel minded, with his eight now completely fur-covered boobies still being milked, albeit haphazardly, and his ears still being petted where they had reached the top of his head. "This goes beyond any Category H genitals I have seen in all my years at Growine! Ms. Poundings, please clear the lab together with everyone except Ryder and Shanise. I might need their assistance, but we have to contain this to as few people as possible, should Mr. Bennet grow so large as to break the milker."

"Of course, Doctor!" Joel barely registered Ms. Poundings dashing off, or the frantic acitivity as everyone except the three people around him left the lab in a hurry. His entire body was shaking from the vibrations of the milker, Joel's triplet of cocks buzzing and lurching with pleasure as a steady stream of precum flowed forth from their flared tips, supplied by ever larger testicles, churning with inhuman amounts of thick seed.

Suddenly, Joel felt his blunt cockheads push against the end of the plastic tubes, sticky pre now squelching directly into the hoses attached to them. He'd filled the category H milker nearly to capacity, only a few pockets of air left between the hot, velvety skin and the cool, rapidly warming plastic - and the growth wasn't stopping, even with Dr. Dyer's tentacles now squeezing and caressing Joel's swelling balls to empty them faster, the relentless stimulation making his tail twitch and wag happily. Joel panted out of his vulpine muzzle as he felt the tight rubber seal behind his knots stretch, pulled away by his lenthening shafts.

"Oh my goodness! Mr Benne-- oh, I so wanted to avoid this... It is so very invasive."

Joel let out a muffled shriek of lust as he felt himself be penetrated from both ends, sensitive lips on an animalistic muzzle stimulated simultaneously with his butthole as slick tentales pushed deep into the fox morph, finally sending him over the edge he'd been teetering on since he'd collapsed in front of Dr. Dyer.

"That does look rather intense! I do hope it won't be too much for poor Mr. Bennet..." Mewling and convulsing in the embrace of Dr. Dyer's tentacles, Joel couldn't form a single thought as his shafts lurched and strained with his climax as three torrents of hot jizz barreled into the hoses of the milker. Joel's thumb-sized nipples spewed the last of his milk over the lab floor as Dr. Dyer struggled to hold Joel still, eight massive boobs bouncing wildly despite the tightening grip of the tentacles - which only served to keep Joel's orgasm going. "I am. So. Sorry. Mr. Bennet!"

The climax just didn't stop. Again and again, Joel's gargantuan nuts contracted, the milker's engine coughing and **** as it was filled beyond capacity. Eyes fluttering closed, Joel felt everything drop away from him, only pure, mind-rending bliss in his brain.

"Thank God, Mr. Bennet! I thought we had lost you!" Joel came to lounging on his side on a weird, kind of wriggly recliner, immense weights pulling on his front and his crotch, mind fuzzy and unfocused. "How are you feeling? How many tentacles am I holding in front of your face?"

Five. It was five tentacles slowly swimming into focus as Joel's brain began to chug along. His throat felt sore and slightly numb as he croaked his answer to Dr. Dyer's question - and realized something was strange. Two somethings, in fact: the sound of his voice... and the way talking felt like.

"No, Mr. Bennet, don't try to move yet, please. And I implore you to remain calm - you have exhibited a rather **** reaction to the Crescitonium in our Growth-X pills mixing with ethyl ****. At least, that is my educated guess." As Dr. Dyer kept talking, Joel noticed that he wasn't, in fact, lying on a recliner, but still held aloft by the Doctor's tentacles which were now pushing him into a sitting position, supporting the largest chest Joel had ever seen before visiting the lab. The gargantuan, fur-covered tits - half reddish, half white, a pink nipple rising cheekily through the soft fuzz - were at least twice the size of his head. Each and every one of the eight heavy orbs was. "Now, we are going to run some tests to make sure you... That is not the reaction I would have expected."

Joel's red-furred hands, tough pads on the palms and the fingers tipped with black claws, were running over the muzzle that had pulled his face into a vulpine shape, a mix between human and fox. Pulling apart the black lips, Joel moved his fingers over sharp, carnivore teeth - and giggled happily. This was incredible! He felt so cute and fluffy! Hands gliding over the massive swell of his eightuple bust and the large, white spot of fur on his front running from throat to his legs, luxuriating in the way his fur rustled under his palms, making his tail twitch... His tail. He had a tail! A reddish, incredibly fluffy tail with a white tip. Hugging it against his body, Joel shivered with pleasure - this newly grown appendage was so very sensitive, the mere touch feeling so sensual, making Joel blush under his fur. The sensations almost made him miss what had happened to his shafts; but when he did, Joel boggled.

"Yes, Mr. Bennet. I am afraid you will not be able to walk unassisted from now on." There was clear regret and compassion in Dr. Dyer's voice. "I am... truly sorry. If only I could have done more for you..."

"Are you kidding?! This is.... awesome!" After he'd taken the pills, Joel's cock had swelled to pornstar proportions. Then, in the restroom, it had tripled and turned rather bestial. And now... "I mean, just... look at them!"

Joel couldn't take his eyes off his once more enhanced shafts, the skin now a deep, matte black - but that was the least of the changes. They were nothing short of humongous, resting on a sack that was as large as two of Joel's tits put together, a pronounced medial ring having grown roughly at the middle of each of the cocks that had grown to a girth that eclipsed that of Joel's torso and a length that made them droop almost to the floor despite resting at a height that was about head-level to Dr. Dyer.

"I am, Mr. Bennet, believe me. But... please, you must realize the implications. Your body is nowhere near what it has been before, I cannot even guarantee that there won't be complications without extensive checks... Your life as you knew it is over. We have not been able to reverse either a full anthropomorphization or genital reconfiguration of Category H."

"Pssh, life, shmife." Grinning broadly, Joel grabbed his topmost set of tits and jiggled them, looking from Dr. Dyer to Ryder and a dark-skinned, curvy beauty that had to be Shanise, only now realizing that the lab assistants were now standing to the left of Dr. Dyer. "Not like it was going anywhere. And don't you dare try to take away my tits!"

"You... Mr. Bennet, did you actually plan this?" Incredulous, Dr. Dyer put their glasses back on top of their featureless head, waving one of their tentacles to get Shanise to take notes again. "Please do excuse me, I have to ask. Your situation will lead to an internal investigation, possibly leading to Ms. Poundings' dismissal if she is found to be at fault."

"Wait, what?!" Joel's head whipped up from where he had been playing with his bust, pushing his nose and part of his muzzle into his furry cleavage, triangular ears swishing through the air as he stared at Dr. Dyer. "Nonono, she didn't do anything wrong! I just... this is all my fault, okay? I didn't take your stuff seriously, so I didn't say that I had a tiny little shot this morning, and then... well."

"So Ms. Poundings did brief you in full?"

"I... dunno, but she did say that I wasn't supposed to drink ****, milk or motor oil, for some reason, and that I shouldn't have intercourse for... wait. Ms. Poundings said that the fluids are dangerous! I... I didn't do something to you, did I?" Something about his new, fluffy, sexy body made Joel rather protective and compassionate, almost like a maternal instinct encompassing everyone he met.

"Oh, do not worry, Mr. Bennet. I am quite immune to the effects of all of our reagents ever since my own accident, and all of our lab staff are trained to avoid contact. But it is good to know you don't hold any kind of grudge against Ms. Poundings." Dr. Dyer turned towards Ryder and touched the muscular man's upper arm with one tentacle. "Ryder, we are going to need a Category H cart for Mr Bennet, with mammary rack, obviously. Thank you so much."

Ryder, silent as ever, nodded and strode off, leaving Joel to stare wistfully at his broad back. Somehow, he had come to appreciate the male form just as much as the female, now that he was a strange hybrid of human and fox. Not that he minded - provided he could get Ryder into bed at some point in the future. Making a promise to himself that if that didn't happen, it would not be for lack of trying, Joel turned back to Dr. Dyer who was checking the clipboard with Shanise's notes.

"Very well. Once we got you mobile, we should start your medical check-up, Mr. Bennet. With a modification as... extensive as yours one cannot be prudent enough."

The Category H cart turned out to be remarkably low-tech - it was a large push cart with modifiable cushions and several points to attach additional hardware. In Joel's case, the cushions were arranged in a U-shape to hold his three massive cocks, two below and the third stacked on top of them, and a rack with four shelves of soft fabric was attached to one end to hold his eight breasts. And although Joel needed help to move his assets onto the cart and accepted it gladly considering that it was Ryder helping him, Joel found that it allowed him to move on his own, albeit quite slow - a rather large percentage of his body weight was now tits and cocks.

The medical check-up showed nothing immediately wrong with Joel, prompting many exclamations of 'marvelous' and 'astounding' from Dr. Dyer, although the tentacled being insisted on regular check-ups - which, as it turned out once Ms. Poundings had joined them to discuss the future, was going to be a requirement anyways. She, Dr. Dyer and Ryder were sitting in a meeting room, with the fox morph on a couch with the cart in front of her, playing with her bushy tail; cleaned from Dr. Dyer's secretions and dried, it had become even fluffier.

"Now, as I understand it, Ms. Bennet, you are still willing to work for Growine?" Joel had asked to be considered female despite her enormous endowments below - but after seeing her vixen-like face in a mirror and hearing her beautiful new voice, that and the name 'Joelle' seemed more fitting than her old name and gender. "We would fully understand if you'd rather agree to an out of court settlement as a sign of Growine's goodwill, of course under the condition that you'd keep away from the public."

"Hell yes I wanna! Seriously, I love this body! And all of you are so nice, I'd love working with you!" As she said the latter, Joelle blushed and batted her eyes at Ryder; the strong, silent scientist had not left her side since the lab.

"I understand, Ms. Bennet, and I'm very happy to hear that. But... please be aware that we can't hire you for the position you previously applied." Ms. Poundings looked at Joelle with an excusing expression. "Due to regulations, Category H endowments are not allowed in the lab as they present a health and safety hazard. Considering your... output, however, we do have another position that we would like to offer you. Down in production."