Yes and no. There will be... complications.

Angie swallowed hard as the man left, staring at the woman stroking her mouth cock frantically, muffled moans reaching a crescendo as she convulsed and arched her back, thick, pearly strands of cum finally exploding from her straining rod to rain back down on her. The femboy couldn't help but rub his tiny, throbbing boyclit through his bikini, breasts jiggling out of their poor excuses for cups even though Angie tried to be inconspicuous about things.

"Well, Angie, looks like you're excited about the future!" Of course, Janet noticed. After all, Angie's body was so curvy and soft that the slightest movement ended up producing mouthwatering boob- and buttquakes. "What do you think, should we replace your tongue with a cock? Like a permanent gag, throbbing and horny and twitching? Worth consideration... but then again, your BJs would probably suffer..."

Again, Angie had to swallow hard. Would he really give up his ability to speak for Janet? And the femboy knew... he would. If she ordered him to, he would do anything for his mistress. The thought made him writhe in his seat, much like the staff member playing with her lipples across the room - she wasn't cumming, not yet, but instead luxuriating in the sensations of playing with the pouty mouths on her swollen breasts. Her cocktongued colleague meanwhile could only lie there and pant through her nose, cock softening and receding into her mouth.

As Angie was finally getting close to cumming, Norris returned with a few bottles of milk in a basket, looking around and seeing the transformed staffers looking no worse for wear. Of course, one was still playing with her expanded breasts, but the other looked completely normal now that her cocktongue had receded into her mouth. Still, knowing that said mouth housed something rather unexpected seemed to make the male staffer rather uncomfortable.

"H-here you go, ma'am! I hope that these will be enough."

"Thank you, Norris, I'm sure it will. You may return to your duties now, if you are still disinclined to participate in our... experiments."

"Yes, ma'am!"

And with that, Norris left again, leaving the remaining four staffers to take the brunt of Dinah's and Janet's scientific curiosity. Particularly Janet couldn't seem to wait - jumping up with an almost manic glance to her frantically masturbating fucktoy, she began to pour and mix some of her cum and a generous splash of milk before handing it to the last remaining male staffer.

"Here, drink this! Angie is technically a boy, after all, so I wanna know how it works on guys." The staffer shrank away from Janet's ever so slightly manic grin, but took the cum milk nonetheless. "Go on! Unless you're gonna bow out like your friend?"

"N-no, I'm not a wuss like Norris! I'm going to..." Steeling himself, the staffer took three big gulps, emptying the glass halfway, handing it back to an excited Janet afterwards. "Tastes... weird. Not exactly bad, but... weird."

"Let's hope whatever this does to you is just as weird," Janet exclaimed, putting the glass back on the table as everyone in the room gazed intently at the soon-to-be transformee. "I'm expecting tits at least!"

"Okay, I'm not sure I-- oh god, it's tingly!" Compared to his female compatriots, the male staffer pulled open his dress shirt, exposing well-defined muscles - and pulsing, swelling nipples. But not just the two that would have been expected. "Oh. Oh, what's happening to me?!"

"Terrence, you have seen what happened to Summer and Ayleen," Dinah interjected, watching her employee transform with interest as she mirrored the other woman with lipples in the room and idly played with herself. "Decidedly, hm, non-standard configurations are to be expected."

"I... I know, ma'am, but... I'm growing tits! Six tits!"

"More tits, more fun, Terrence!"

"Oh god..."

The last sentence was little more than a lustful whimper as Terrence' mounds began to swell from little bumps to something with actual heft. From a previously flat chest and stomach, soft orbs sprung forth, perfectly shaped and firm as they expanded into six identical breasts arrayed in three pairs stacked on top of each other. And Janet couldn't help herself - she had to touch them.

"How's it feel, Terrence? How's it feel to be absolutely stacked, way more than any woman?" Hefting the staffer's lowest tits and jiggling them, Janet grinned at Terrence, her thumbs brushing over the helplessly aroused man's erect nipples. "Your huge fucking tits are gonna be the envy of so many women, and make so many men hard as fuck."

"Fffghaaawd~..." Apparently, the answer to all of Janet's questions was 'horny'. Terrence was squeezing his topmost breasts together, staring at the deepening cleavage his growing funbags created with a mix of lust and dumbfoundedness. "Th-they feel so good..."

"What's it with you guys and going completely braindead when you grow tits?" Janet chuckled, making use of the way Terrence presented his tits to suck one of his nipples between her lips, for which she was rewarded with a hiss and a shudder of pleasure, before she mumbled into the still expanding tit: "I love it though. Jusht completely mindbreaking you..."

Indeed, the sight of Terrence completely losing his mind to pleasure was enough to make Angie shudder and mewl as he watched, boyclit throbbing, straining and finally releasing the first, thin strand of cum as his overproportional balls clenched and unloaded. Knowing that any one of the transformations currently happening in the room were soon to be inflicted on him was almost too much for him to contemplate - and it certainly pushed him over the edge and into one of his long, mind-rending climaxes.

"Shtill no milk though..." It was true, despite all her sucking and slurping, there was no creamy reward for Janet. "We're doing thish for mmlllph~!"

As if Terrence' tits had heard Janet complaint and took it personally, all six squirting milk simultaneousy, five soaking Janet's front and the last filling her mouth with sweet, warm milk. With a pleased groan, the double-dicked futa gulped down entire mouthfuls as more milk ran over Terrence' chest, cascading down tits nearing the size of Janet's head. Terrence himself was moaning helplessly, tugging on nipple after nipple to relieve himself of the heavy cream filling his sextuple bust, arcs of milk squirting from whatever nipple he pinched.

Angie meanwhile was losing his mind, still cumming in his chair. All of that was to be his soon! More tits for his mistress to enjoy. Bigger tits. Heavier tits. Milky tits. He would be able to nourish his mistress, not just be her fucktoy. Be even more useful to her, even if his body was going to ever more cumbersome. Ever more sexualised. Good for one thing and one thing only. Bringing pleasure to his mistress.

"Mmmfh, hell yes!" Finally straightening, Janet wiped the white from her chin, leaving Terrence to deal with his slowly engorging bust as six boobs grew and filled with milk even faster, skin becoming taut even as Terrence' udders grew bigger, mewling helplessly. "Good, now we know what Angie's gonna get first--huh?"

In her excitement of having made the desired breakthrough so early, Janet hadn't considered what exchanging bodily fluids meant in this strange new world she and Angie had been thrust into. And the consequences were clearly visible in the fabric of her shirt - two wet splotches slowly spreading... and the fabric growing tighter.

"Aww, fuck!" Janet pinched the bridge of her nose, her shoulders shaking as she suppressed laughter. "Looks like you're not the first of us to become a milk cow, eh, Angie?"

"I was wondering if I should say something as you began to drink, my dear," Dinah answered in Angie's stead, the femboy still biting his lower lip as cum squirted from his boyclit, quivering in bliss. "We should be careful to avoid unwanted changes to ourselves, don't you think?"

"True, but hey, playing around with these will be fun, I'm sure." Hefting her growing boobs, Janet soaked her shirt in milk, nipples becoming ever more prominent through the fabric. "That said, as good as they feel and as much as I wanna fuck someone right now, first things first."

Not caring that her fucktoy was still cumming, Janet took the half full glass of cum and milk and grabbed the back of Angie's head, pouring the contents of the glass between his parted lips. Brain awash in pleasure, pure instinct was all that kept Angie from sputtering and spitting, instead gulping down every last drop of the salty-sweet substance.