"I'm going to check on the other teams" she states, ducking her larger frame out the door frame. "Let's start Mr. Hughes off with... Six animal traits" she calls out, sliding her head out of view as she moves further away. "We'll pay a bonus for the extensive cha..."
My eyes dart around, watching as the researchers in the room look back and forth at each other for a moment in shock. All but the tiny Filipino woman seem concerned at the number, the short scientist simply watching me excitedly as she waits for the changes to start.
With a shrug one of the researchers begins to select traits, carefully picking them in an effort to not too heavily overlap anything and accidentally trade out something or a similar feature. The key of frantic keystrokes barely manages to reach me inside the chamber, the crackling electricity and the young woman squealing with excitement doing their best to drown out any other noise.
The odd tugging sensation begins to glide over my shoulders like an ethereal set of hands, its fingers inching down to my chest. I feel a sudden pressure build atop my pecs, the force surging against me as it seeps beneath my skin. My eye twitches as I feel something shift inside me, a sudden tightness building before easing up over and over again as various glands are plucked free and replaced.
My chest seems to raise a little bit, faint stretch marks making their way across my pale flesh the active glands take their place alongside the requisite channels and cistern. I can feel a pressure beneath the taut skin, the ever so slightly budding breasts looking odd on my hairy chest.
Thankfully, the experience is over sooner rather than later as the tingling pressure reaching inside my chest slowly begins to seep out. I take a deep breath, a wince escaping my lips as I feel my skin strain over the now rather engorged area on my chest.
For a moment I think it's over, my blood running cold as I remember I had five more changes to undergo. I feel as the pressure builds up again, quickly tracing lines up my neck and towards my scalp. A delightfully soothing warmth spreads out over my head, the pleasant sensation soon being replaced with hundreds of painful pinpricks beneath my hair.
My eyes begin to water as my scalp begins to burn, the pain building more and more unbearable by the second. One by one the follicles are replaced, the searing process leaving me with a new set of glands resting inside the skin lining my head.
With a low whimper I slump forward in the chair, a dull weight in my chest causing a deep aching to permeate my torso. I feel something remarkably soft run across my neck, a delicate downy set of strands leaving the skin it covers sweating in the warm room.
I expect the pain to ease off, the process of replacing my hair having been completed in such an awful manner. However, I'm soon met with a terrible pressure building in my skull. I let out a howl of pain as I feel the skin atop my head split up, a set of hard jagged protrusions forcing their way out the top as I tumble from the seat in an effort to escape.
As I come free from the seat I simply collapse to the floor below, my legs giving out as I find my body not responding to the commands I give it. As I lay on my side I feel my head lift off the cold hard ground, the protrusions growing more and more until I'm left craning my neck to the side rather awkwardly.
In a wave of crackling heat I feel my body become positively covered with a light layer of numbing static, my body hair standing on end. The scent of sweat hits my nostrils, the odor shifting before dying down as the chemical composition is changed beyond my comprehension.
Gritting my teeth, my whole body quivering on the floor, I feel the body-numbing buzzing begin to recede. For a second I pray that it's over, that the scientists would have mercy. However, the pressure soon pauses over my arms and legs, bridging the two along my sides and back. I feel as the pressure penetrates deep into my pores, worming around to rip free all my body hair as I feel hundreds of needles stab into me to replace them.
Glancing down I watch as dozens and hundreds of light brown feathers begin to sprout from my body, coating my arms and legs in a water-proof covering before a soft feathery down grows in beneath.
Panting for breath I feel some semblance of control return, my mouth opening as I try to speak.
"Is it ov..." I croak, my eyes going wide as the ephemeral force rushes into the available opening. I thrash against the floor, squirming and writhing as the presence pinches at my tongue and seeps deeper down my gullet.
The sound of crackling bones and snapping muscles fill my ears, the world going dark as I shut my eyes to hold back the tears. My hips snap and crackle as they expand out from the inside, my waist cinching in as I feel my bones grind down beneath the grasp of the force.
I wretch as I feel the force fill my cock from the inside, inflating the organ like a balloon before tugging it hard and pulling it flat against me. My ball soon follow suit, the sensitive organs soon being twisted to fill my abdomen.
"He... Help..." I whimper, listening as my voice crackles up and up several octaves.
I feel my body grow heavy, a weight filling out my chest just a little as my backside and belly begin to bulge. The disorienting sensation simply shuts me down, leaving me panting and whimpering on the floor as I beg for the changes to stop.
"Mr Hughes" calls a voice, a worried tone in their voice. "Jordan!" the squeaky voice cries again, my body jostling slightly as they prod at me.
The sound of breaking bones and electronic crackling at gone, though the room is anything but silent. A series of tiny thumps and thuds permeate the room, pounding at the windows like a hailstorm. My eyes flutter open, a curtain of white and brown hair resting in front of my eyes as I'm thankfully spared from the bright light of the room.
"You're safe" the voice coos, her nerves only getting worse. "Tell them you're safe"
"Tell who... what are..." I groan, my hand flying to my mouth as I hear a soft and girly voice slip from my lips. "Why do I..." I whine, hacking and coughing as I sit up with no small amount of effort. My body jiggles beneath me, a massive plush behind acting like a cushion for me as I press my doughy feather-covered thighs together.
I sigh with relief, just glad to have the pain gone, a hint of an odd scent causing my nostrils to flare.
"Fuck, is there a gap in the windows or..." shouts one of the scientists, his panicked voice pausing as a buzzing fills my ears.
I jump as a little as I feel something land on my cheek, a little crawling bug moving around my sweat-soaked skin in search of something. More soon follow, landing along my chest and arms as they son draw my attention.
Gasping in shock I look at my body beneath me, the curious addition of several bees doing little to dull the impact.
My body is flabby and a little shorter, the fat distributing itself fairly reasonably across my slightly shrunken form. My arms and legs are covered in a soft jiggly plush, my belly sitting just a little ways out with its pudge. My ass seems to have gotten the worst of it, the massive thick cheeks pooling out as it's framed by the line of feathers running up along the sides of my hips. My chest sags ever so slightly, the little budding breasts now resting as just a little under handful-sized mounds surrounded by brown plumage.
In my shadow I can see what had torn through my scalp, a small set of antlers or horns stretching up from my head in a terrifying yet oddly majestic manner. The hair draping down around my face is unlike any I had seen, thin and warm wool hanging down around my chin in a mixture of white and brown.
The bees walking around me buzz angrily, the sound of their fury dying down as I calm myself.
"What did... why am I..." I mutter, blinking rapidly as I try to come to grips with my heavily and freakishly altered body.
"A girl?" calls a familiar voice, no small amount of excitement filling her mature-sounding tones. "I was told it was needed for..." Rachel begins to state, rounding the corner as the tiny scient takes over.
"Your hormones need to sync up with the pheromones and the mammery glands if they're going to work properly" the overly curious scientist mutters, her voice inches from my ear as she inspects my body. "Easiest way was to just make you a girl for the experiment."
"And... Okay... But why am I..." I huff, reaching up and cringing as I feel my new feathers shift and brush against each other. My jaw drops as I look up at Rachel, a shallow squeak coming up from my throat as two delicate strands of gossamer shoot from beneath my tongue.
My former mentor weaves to the side, narrowly avoiding the strands as they cling to the door frame behind her. As she straightens out her loose lab coat her lips twist into a delighted grin, her slender hands gliding almost erotically over her flat stomach and around her tight perky chest.
"Bitss (Bitch)" I shout, struggling to speak with the sticky strands running from my mouth.
"It's just your sublingual sali... Just lower your tongue" the short researcher chirps, immediately racing over to inspect the webbing I had created. She oohs and ahhs at the sight, giddily poking at the silvery wet string as it clings to her fingers.
As I lower my tongue I feel the strands come free from beneath my tongue, a quick spit forcing the strands to the floor. "You... You gave me all your..."
"And you're welcome" Rachel coos coyly, practically skipping over to me with all the weight off her frame. "You'll need all the flab you can get so I, out of the goodness of my heart, gave you all of mine"
"What the fuck are you..." I begin to seethe, fumbling against the floor as I try to heave myself to my feet. As my rage builds the angry buzzing soon rises in kind, the small thuds against the windows returning in force.
"Please, please calm down" calls one of the scientists. "You're getting your drones all..."
"Milk production is difficult work, especially for a Jersey cow like yourself" Rachel chuckles, pointing down at my chest. "Jersey's produce high fat and protein milk, some of the highest quality in the world. We'll be supplementing your diet, don't worry about that you won't starve, but it will take some time to work out how much we need to supplement" she explains, reaching down to prod her former belly fat. "That's what this is for, a buffer. So as I said, you're welcome."
I look to the tiny researcher, watching as she finds herself stuck to the web. Catching my quizzical look she stands in front of the web hiding her stuck state. "I... she's not technically wrong" the tiny girl muses, playing with her lips. "I mean, it might take a day or two to really work out your new caloric..."
"See, I did you a favor" Rachel chirps, patting my oversized flabby ass as it strains my jeans at the seams. "Now... let's see here... Cow... check... Goat for Cashmere... check... Deer antlers... yep... Queen Bee... uh huh... Eider feathers... oh definitely... and lastly spider's..."
"Yeah..." Whimpers the stuck researcher as she stabs at the web with a screwdriver in an effort to at least cut a piece free.
My jaw drops at it all animals that had been fused into me, my blood running cold and my stomach churning as I tug at all my clothing in an effort to hide what traits I could. My hand shoots up, running over the firm antlers extending from my skull as I let out a loud yelp.
"I... I look like a... a..." I blubber, struggling to keep it all together. "What am I meant to do looking like..."
"Don't worry Jordan, I told you it'd be fine" Rachel coos softly, reaching up to rub my scalp as she plays with the remarkably soft cashmere hair. "We'll increase your remuneration to compensate for all... this" she explains, gesturing at the immense changes I had undergone.
"But I look like..." I huff, reaching up to grab at the feathers poking through my collar.
"It'll be fine" Rachel states, moving her own hand to play with the water-proof feathers as well. "We'll be...
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