Something entirely different.

Struggling to find the strength, Joel fought back to his feet, trying to avoid the sticky mess he'd left in the cubicle. Miraculously, barely any cum had hit him, only a few tiny specks of backsplash adorning his pants and dress shirt. Of course, Joel had an entirely new kind of problem: One shaft had been troublesome to fit into his pants. Now he had three of nearly the same size. And his lust-fogged brain wasn't quite forthcoming with an idea of how to hide them.

"Mr. Bennet? We have to--"

"Yuh-yeah! Give me... a minute, I'll be right out. Sorry!" Panting, Joel tried to think.

Inside his pants? They'd be able to take maybe two, and the second bulge as well as the changed shape would make it obvious what had happened. Then... his shirt! Joel could bend his cocks upwards, secure them against his belly with his belt and hide them under his shirt. With shaking hands, Joel began to open the buttons, wincing and gasping whenever it brushed against one of the eight sensitive points on his front - which thankfully happened less and less often as Joel got lower. But when he was done and pulled open his shirt, Joel froze, staring down at his undershirt.

"Whuh...?" Joel should have expected it, really. This sensitivity on his front wasn't normal. "The... hell?"

But still, the way his undershirt was tented not only by what looked like tiny breasts on his chest but by six additional, swollen nubs further below, forming two rows of what could only be nipples, erect, throbbing and oh so sensitive... it threw Joel for a loop, even more so when he pulled away his undershirt and peered down his front at eight swollen, definitely feminine nipples on barely noticeable, soft mounds. But not because the sight horrified or dismayed him. No, it was because it made him horny again in an instant, his eight nipples pulsing and stiffening even more as his cocks throbbed and ached, not quite growing hard so soon. Unable to understand this reaction, Joel's overburdened mind instead threw itself headlong into it.

"Heh. Haha." Tits. Sensitive tits all over his front, tits he could fuck with his three cocks, tits with nipples he could play with... They only had to grow bigger. "Fuck yes!"

Of course, Joel had to hide those as well. Luckily, with even him unable to tell he had them under his shirt, they would be easier to hide than his cocks - or so he thought.

"Are you feeling alright, Mr. Bennet?" Miss Poundings raised an eyebrow as Joel twitched for the umpteenth time when one of his monstrous cocks brushed against his swollen nipples as he walked. "If you're not feeling well, we can postpone the tour. I can take you to our company doctor if need be."

"N-no, I'm fuh-fine! Don't worry about me, let's just get on with it." Everything was cool, everything was fine, Joel just had to make sure no one found out. "I'm looking forward to checking out the labs!"

"Let's carry on then." Not totally convinced, Ms. Poundings nevertheless led Joel down a hallway to their right, deeper into the building. " The lab is - not surprising, I know - the heart of our endeavors here. I don't want to devalue the work of our staff in production, but without the know-how we have assembled in the lab, none of our products could have been developed."

"Uh-hu--gh!" Joel's sage nod was interrupted by another full-body jerk as his right cock slid over two of his lower nipples. He had already crossed his arms to keep his endowments in check, but was not entirely successful. "Sorry. Please cuh-continue."

"Mh-hmm." Joel had to pull himself together, right now; Ms. Poundings was definitely getting suspicious due to his behavior. "Now, before we reach the lab, I have to warn you - Dr Dyer is... unconventional, as are quite a few of our employees there, be it by accident or on purpose. I have to ask you to be curteous. No invasive questions, no staring please."

"What do you--unh! Mean, ma'am? Why would I..."

Ms. Poundings pushed open a set of double doors, and Joel trailed off as he saw what was behind. It wasn't the lab itself; he had seen many like it. Beakers, centrifuges, bunsen burners... most chemistry labs differed only in minute details or specialised equipment. No, it was the scientists at work that gave Joel pause - or rather, brought all of his thoughts to a screeching halt, leaving him gaping and frozen on the spot.

They were... like him, in a way. He could see a woman hold up and compare the lazily sloshing contents of two beakers while holding a clipboard and taking notes - no problem at all with her four arms, although her three sizeable breasts got in the way a little. There was another, rather androgynous scientist with a lithe, shapely body but no breasts to speak of, who was carrying two trays with samples across the lab, one in his arms, the other balancing on a fleshy, prehensile tail, the decidedly phallic tip covered by a striped sock in red and white. Over to Joel's left, a seemingly normale female lab tech was preparing a centrifuge - but when she moved out from behind the table to get more test tubes, Joel was briefly confused by her smooth way of walking, only to find out she wasn't walking at all. Instead, she slithered along on a powerful, scaly tail more than twice the length of her torso.

And her colleagues seemed well used to it. Another female scientist with an ambling gait caused by the literal third leg between her other two stepped over the long tail like it was something she did every day. In fact, there seemed to be mostly women working here. Or, Joel realized with a glance to his own chest, people that appeared to be female. Not that he minded, of course: working surrounded by all these beautiful women didn't sound so bad, even if they were a bit unconventional, as Ms. Poundings had put it.

Or maybe even because they are so unconventional... Joel thought to himself as a woman with cleavage so deep he could have dived into it walked past, the immense mass of her bust counterweighted by the second torso growing from her hindside, looking for all the world as if another woman had bent over and fused to her up to the shoulders. Oooh mamma.

"Once you've picked your jaw up from the floor, Mr. Bennet, we should go and meet Dr. Dyer." Ms. Poundings' voice snapped Joel back to reality, and made him snap his mouth shut. He'd almost been drooling; why did these strange women have to be so hot?! "They'll be your direct supervisor from Monday on. Follow me, if you would..."

Joel could only nod in response, spending the entire way to Dr. Dyer's work station surreptitiously ogling the scientists and lab techs they passed, trying to deal with what the sights did to his monstrous shafts and every last one of his eight nipples. There was a person with a face somewhere between man and woman - hairless and pretty, but not quite womanly - whose torso was made three times as big by the six giant breasts stretching their lab coat. A little further, they had to sidle past the largest, shapeliest and most definitely softest ass Joel had ever seen, the sensation of it brushing against his crotch making him whimper, the owner mumbling 'Sorry' the entire time Miss Poundings and Joel crabwalked behind her.

But despite the weird, exhilarating sights, nothing would have prepared Joel for the being that was to be his boss from now on.

"Dr. Dyer? Joel Bennet has arrived - you remember, the new hire scheduled to start on Monday?" Ms. Poundings was talking to the labcoat-clad back of someone working at a desk, bent over and scribbling on a note pad. Something was strange about their movements; they seemed... fluid. Undulating. "Dr Dyer?"

"Oh!" The surprised voice sounded unlike any Joel had heard before. It was neither male nor female, with an almost hypnotic, vibrating frequency lurking under the words. "Please excuse me, I am working on the most fascinating secretions from a new hire in production right now..."

Dr Dyer turned around and Joel gaped again, eyes nearly bulging from his head as his mouth fell open. The good doctor was nowhere near as human as any of the other lab workers: There were no features at all on their roughly egg-shaped head except a lipless slit that formed the mouth, reaching from the tip to about the middle of Dr Dyer's head. Inexplicably, a pair of glasses were sitting on top of the hairless ovoid, reflecting the light as Dr. Dyer smiled at Joel, who was completely unable to return the expression.

He was too busy trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Dr. Dyer didn't seem to have a body, not in the traditional sense. Where their neck should have been, a mass of tentacles disappeared into the neckhole of their sweater, moving and sliding over each other under the fabric, reappearing at the end of Dr Dyer's sleeves and where a normal human being would have their hips. The doctor wasn't wearing pants, pushing themselves up on their powerful tentacles without even trying to approximate a human shape as they did on the upper half of their body.

"Do excuse me, young man..." Dr. Dyer extended one tentacle from their sleeve and took off their glasses, cleaning them with another from the same 'arm'. "My name is Dr Dyer. Do not mistake it for rudeness that I don't give my first name - I decided to drop it after my unplanned contact with some undiluted mixture of extracts still in the testing phase left me in this rather genderless form. Which should also answer your first question, am I right?"

"Yuh-you... Yes...?" Joel felt like he was about to faint, heart hammering and skin flush with heat. This was insane, stranger even than the wildest fantasies he'd had on the way here! Which meant that he'd best get off on the right foot with his future boss, to learn everything he could from them. "I--I mean, nice to meet you, Dr Dyer. I look forwards to working with yo--uuuuhn~..."

A sudden, debilitating pulse of pleasure made Joel double over just as he extended his hand to shake Dr. Dyer's tentacles, cocks and nipples pulsing lustfully.