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Outgrowing the Position

By Danath

Written during the SynTech Corporate Recruitment Drive #1 livestream, 7/6/18

Dayo Okafor and Lucifer Castro © CallMeLucyfer (https://callmelucyfer.sofurry.com/)

(Lucifer Castro previously appeared on Matter of Inches!)

Large white tiles covered the floor, broken up with black lines. The raised floor hid a mess of cables underneath. Tall supercomputers lined the walls, constantly powering through complex equations and scenarios. Several rows of long white workbenches occupied most of the central area of the lab. A variety of projects, some early prototypes and the like, lay in various states of assembly across the laminate surface, spilling screws and wires and laptops and computer pads everywhere. Some of the machines looked like weavers or complex sewing machines, but modified to sew micro electronic components into the material as well.

On the far wall near the door, a large roll of shimmering silver fabric hung, along with a pair of industrial shears. There was also a sign above the door: "Textiles Development Does It Best!" The supposedly motivational sign even lit up around the edges.

Dayo Okafor, one of the many associate researchers in the textiles division, stood at one of the tables under the sign, bent over his work. The German Shepherd peered through a large magnifying glass with a bright light to illuminate the delicate wires he moved with a pair of tweezers between his dark claws. The canine stood an inch shy of six feet tall and looked fairly typical for the breed, if a little paunchy in the belly. Like many SynTech scientists, he obsessed over his work and forego exercise to accomplish more research and science, always seeking that next big breakthrough. A tiny spark zipped between the wires as the tweezers delicately slipped a needle with the electrically charged threads through the seam of some sort of clothing.

The German Shepherd's eyes narrowed, focusing intently as he delicately looped the last of the threads into the first stitch he'd made in the complex garment, completing the circuit. The suit immediately buzzed with a static charge and the fur all along the shepherd's arms stood on end.

With a huge sigh of relief, Dayo stepped back and leaned against the workbench behind him, a dumb grin on his long muzzle. His black nose twitched as he visually inspected the complex suit of the silver material. Near the legs, a bundle of cables plugged into a tablet, which he picked up and tapped to life.

This was the German Shepherd's latest, and most complicated, invention: integrating the morphsuit already produced by SynTech with hyperconducive graphene clothing, allowing as near to instantaneous communication as technology currently would allow. Dayo couldn't help the smile on his face as he ran some diagnostics - he'd just broken several current theories about the nature of electrical fields.

The increased speed would allow faster transformations, greater control over the resolution, and even permanent changes that lasted after the suit came off. It would be a remarkable breakthrough and revolutionize the morphsuit industry.

If it worked.

Dayo checked a few more settings on the tablet before entering a program and disconnecting the bundle of wires. The suit would now function wirelessly, independent of the tethered tablet. He could even control it using his phone, if he wanted.

There was only one more thing to do: put it on.

The canine glanced around, but there was nobody else in the lab this late at night. A quick sniff of the air didn't reveal the presence of any fresh scents, either. Too excited to even go to the restroom to change, the canine stripped his lab coat, button-up shirt, and khaki pants right off, dropping them into a pile on the tiled floor at his feet. Shoes, underwear, and socks followed, before the nude German Shepherd picked up the morphsuit and held it up in front of him. The fabric was illusory, appearing almost translucent in direct light, but solid silver in the shadow. The glint of all the thousands of wires, nanotransistors, and other complicated bits of electrical engineering made this possibly the most high-tech jumpsuit ever created.

There was only one way in or out: the neckline. The fabric stretched as it was supposed to in Dayo's fingers as he pulled it open and carefully slipped his foot inside, trying not to snag the material with his claws by curling them over. He got one foot in and reached down, pulling the fabric up his leg and bunching it at his hip until the footie pulled snug around his heel. He did the same for the other leg, then squirmed the jumpsuit up his paunch and chest. It clung to his body like a glove, even fitting mostly around the modest bulge of his maleness in the front. It wedgied in under his tail, which he pushed through a tube of fabric designed to accommodate the thick fur.

The last part was the hood, which was half-connected to the neck, so all he had to do was pull it forward over his head. Unlike the regular morphsuits, his would need to be individually tailored to fit their owners, making them far more expensive in the long run - but, if it worked as he hoped it would, the results would be easily worth it.

His ears flicked inside the fabric and twisted around as he tested the fit. Fortunately, everything seemed to be perfect. The narrow seams, sealed with conductive thread and gels, stretched but didn't tear as he wiggled his arms down to the gloves at the ends. With that, he pulled the final flap over his face and ran his fingers around the neckline, sealing the garment closed, which also triggered it to power on fully.

A pleasant tingling sensation swept across the German Shepherd's dark brown and light tan fur, causing the fabric to shift across his pelt ast he static charge grew even stronger. The fabric pulled taut, smooshing around every inch of the male's body, until his fur was squeezed tight into the skin below. He wiggled as the fabric clung to every bit of him, contouring around his eyes and muzzle - a unique sensation as it sucked into his nostrils and over his tongue. When it squeezed beneath his tail, he yipped at the strangeness of feeling fabric pull and push his ring apart, plastering across his tight hole.

Every finger, every limb, his whole torso - he looked like a silver silhouette by the time the tablet on the work table beeped.

"R... run program Dayo Alpha!"

Another beep and then a unique sensation as the suit compressed tighter yet until the canine gasped for breath. And then... ease. He ran a paw over his chest and felt his skin through the suit as though the suit weren't even there. He tried to pull the fabric, but it was like pinching his own body and he yipped again when his claws scraped across his belly accidentally.

So far, so good, he thought. He lifted his legs one at a time and swung his arms, testing the fit. The suit would link and merge with the user's system, altering them to whatever custom design they saw fit, just like the morphsuits now, but quicker and with greater control. A definite upgrade if the systems could be made reliable - that was, so far, the issue he kept having. This was the fourth suit and the first time he got it on and powered without a problem. After the second suit, he'd lost most of his fur, so even if it failed now at least he'd still be ahead of the game.

Dayo grinned as he cleared his throat.

"Run program... Dayo Beta!"

It was a modest little program designed more as a proof of concept than anything else. The silver melded away away a thick coat of dark brown and tan fur regrew around his whole body, matching the breed-typical pattern he had before. Dayo's belly hardened, though, as the fluffy tan fur grew in over it and disguised some of "minor" upgrades the Shepherd planned out. His rear end flexed as it expanded a bit, fleshing out and firming up, while his legs appeared to stretch upwards. Within three minutes of running the program, it beeped twice, signalling completion, and the six-foot-six German Shepherd let out a happy "boof!" as he examined his muscular new figure. Behind him, an oversized canine tail swung back and forth, black on top and tan below, with the lighter shade running up between his thighs and between his rump cheeks.

Dayo smacked his hands together, excited at the success. He looked around again, forgetting how late it was. He was still the only person in the department at this time of night. But he had to celebrate!

His clothes still fit - barely. He tugged them on and grunted as the khakis stretched across the much more pronounced bulge of his maleness. He grinned as he slid a paw down to give it a grope. This was working out better than he dared hope.

For a moment, he considered tweaking the program and getting just a little crazy with it. It's not like there weren't far larger people around. But the researcher just shook his head and licked his lips. This was enough for now and he didn't want to risk causing a fault. Not before some testing.

But before testing, a celebration! There was a bar on the corporate campus not far from the research center that was open all night. The tall German Shepherd strode out of the room, a spring in his long step. He flicked off the lights as he left, humming a happy tune the whole way out of the building.

A few minutes after Security confirmed Dayo left the building, someone else entered the laboratory. She purred as she strode across the floor, all four feet bare on the tiles. A spotted yellow and brown tail swung behind a pair of wide flanks while two slender arms reached for the tablet on the table. Telescoping, layered metal plates rippled and shifted around her long arms as a robotic set of fingers closed around the tablet. The powder-coated metal was the same shade of brown-rosetted yellow as her fur, giving her the illusion of being fully biological from the distance, but up close, the cheetah-taur's mechanical nature came into sharp focus.

The Laboratory Director, Lucifer Castro, purred a little louder when she saw the programs running on the small computer. She flicked her tongue out across her lips as her vertical pupils dilated, reading the rapidly scrolling updates from the wireless connection.

Suit meld... 100%

Communication... 100%

Power usage... 15%

Program memory... 2%

So, the German Shepherd pulled it off after all. As the director, Lucifer had considered reassigning the canine several times from his project, but he'd always managed to convince her, and after so many months of testing, he'd finally got it right.

The cheetah-taur's partly robotic brain translated the codes on the tablet screen into neural information, speeding her comprehension of how the suit worked and how to program it. Her fingers began to tap in instructions, building a complicated set of commands for the suit to execute at the right moment...

The bar was small and surprisingly crowded so late at night, but it was Friday evening. Dayo squeezed his way through the crowd of talking, drinking, eating patrons to the bar, where he managed to order a beer before more customers pushed him out of the way. He sipped his beer, but it was hard to get a good taste in with so many elbows coming precariously close. The suit was obviously meant to repel water, but he wasn't sure he wanted to test it out with a random splash of alcohol.

The canine eventually found a small oasis near the center of the room, standing on one side of a small circular table. The stools that normally went with it were taken to another table nearby, but Dayo didn't mind standing. It was kind of nice being a half-foot taller - he could see around the entire bar, over most of the other people's head and ears.

So far, so good. Dayo grinned as he took another sip of his beer through his enhanced muzzle. Even his taste buds were hyped up thanks to the electrofabric - the bland brand was tingly and bubbly as it went down. Dayo pulled his phone from his pocket and leaned forward, opening the app controlling the suit to check the statistics so far. Everything looked to be in order.

Until a large red alert popped up on screen: "Disabling remote access."

"What? Wait, what?"

Dayo stood up straight, tail curling over his rump and between his thighs, as a sinking feeling grew in his belly. He tapped at the screen, but he couldn't issue any commands.

In green text: "Running program Lucifer Alpha."

Lucifer? The director? What was he doing with the tablet so late at night? He'd left it out on the table, but nobody ever messed with anyone else's projects in the lab. So what was the cheetah-taur doing reprogramming his prototype?

Dayo opened the phone app and started to find his boss's number, but two things happened at the same time that made him drop the phone right into the glass of beer on the table in front of him.

First, a large equine stumbled and tripped over a persian feline's handbag left lying on the floor. He bounced against the tall canine's backside, knocking the shepherd into the table.

Second, a sudden blast of pleasure rocketed through the canine's body. Instant arousal made his throat seize up as an intense electrical sensation followed every nerve in his body, lighting them up.

The phone tumbled into the foamy drink and shorted out. Dayo gripped the edge of the table as his arousal surged from between his legs. He stared down through his arms as the bulge in his khakis distended longer and thicker towards his right knee. Sure, he'd programmed himself a bit bigger, but nothing like this.

Lucifer. What was the cheetah-taur up to?

Another blast of pleasure almost sent Dayo to his knees.

"Hey, sorry about that!" the chestnut equine said, turning around. "You okay?"

A low groan ripped out of Dayo's throat as the equine's fingers gripped his shoulder. The lightest sensation, but enough to make a river of pre-cum in the canine's pants. He went to his knees for real and shuddered as the stimulating electric surges continued, focusing on his lower spine.

"Hey... you okay?"

Dayo couldn't speak as he felt a peculiar growth in his thighs. His tail stretched backwards, stiff and still as the pressure intensified. His spine elongated, curling at a near ninety-degree angle before his whole body stretched outwards behind him. His front legs appeared to shear as the digitrade feet formed, elevating his height another few inches. His shoes fell off, no longer able to fit appropriately without a heel to fit around.

The shepherd's long tail extended further as the lumpy, bulging mass of flesh and pelt took on a new shape.

"Whoa, guys... check this out," the equine said, backing away as the German Shepherd's khaki pants strained at the seams and pulled downwards, completely unsuitable for the canine's new front legs. His back legs formed next as the long lower half of his torso hovered above the floor.

Soon a crowd formed around the transforming shepherd, watching and gossiping as he changed. As his legs moved backwards, scraping over the floor, his maleness moved as well, settling between a glossy dark brown pair of flanks. His tail swept back and forth as the hind legs stiffened and spread, pushed apart by the size of the sheath and sac swelling between them.

At the same time, Dayo found his shirt pulling outwards, stretching over a heavy set of breasts. His paws reached up, cupping them and rolling over the swells as the nipples tingled with pleasure. Dayo shuddered from head to toe as his fat arousal stretched from his sheath and plopped onto the floor, already leaking and dripping clear pre-cum.

"Running program Lucifer Beta."

Dayo's body ached already, and the cheetah-taur had more planned? The German Shepherd bit her lower lip as the final stages of the first program wrapped up by granting her a thick-lipped pussy on her back end, below her large tail. The new program made other immediate changes.

"Look at her balls!" someone said. "That's wild!"

Dayo had nearly forgotten she was in public. The new body felt so good. Her breasts ripped free of her shirt, which fell from her chest in tatters, spilling two ponderous orbs into the warm air of the bar. A few catcalls and whistles sounded as she hefted the big mammaries, enjoying how full and firm they felt in her paws. Between her hind legs, her massive sac wrapped around the insides of her stance, but as the electric sensation intensified, she had to twist around to see what the bar patron commented on.

Both massive orbs lacked any fur at all. Instead, overlapping glossy metal platers curled around in a teardrop shape, part mechanical and part biological. The sperm factories churned, kicking over like a motorbike engine, and a few seconds later the first pulses of gooey, sticky ooze spilled from her length. It looked like jizz, but everyone in the bar could tell there was something unusual about it. Had to be, coming from a crazy huge pair of robo-balls like those.

Dayo's groans intensified as other parts of her body shifted into complex biomechanical arrangements. One eye glowed momentarily before refocusing, indistinguishable from her real eye but completely artificial, cable of recording and streaming anything she saw.

The augmented reality fired up and the first notification the growing shepherd-taur got was that her stream was now live and active, and as the minutes passed, more and more people joined to watch what was happening from her point of view.

And her point of view was fairly majestic. Dayo's enormous, pillow-soft breasts stretched out in front of her and every time she glanced back, she'd lift a hind leg to show off the massive organ now lifting off the floor and flexing between her front legs, close to four feet long from the base of the shaft to the throbbing tip. And that wasn't counting the impressive ball of flesh still plugging up the sheath and adding to the pressure on Dayo's rapidly changing body.

It took hardly fifteen minutes from start to finish before the suit beeped in the German Shepherd's ear, signifying it was complete. Heavy metal plates like armor smoothed across various parts of her body - one elbow, the left flank, and parts of her long lower belly. The rest of her was covered in lush, smooth canine fur as usual.

Fifteen minutes was also the time it took for the laboratory director to make it to the bar. The cheetah-taur strode confidently through the crowd, brushing aside the gawking onlookers as she parked herself in front of the new canine-taur, who panted and groaned with arousal.

"Nnggghhhh... why?" he gasped.

The cheetah-taur purred and reached out a paw, gripping one of the fat teats capping the shepherd's huge orbs with her fingers. She gave it a good squeeze and pull while she replied.

"Because you know you like it, and you've always been too reserved," the feline purred. "Plus, your project is canceled."

"Canceled?" Being transformed into a robotic taur was suddenly the last thing Dayo worried about. "What do you mean, canceled?"

"I didn't have the heart to tell you, but the Gen4s are already in the prototype phase. The good news is that your breakthrough will make their job much easier." The cheetah-taur's long, limber tail flexed around and stroked across the smooth metal orbs dangling between the shepherd's hind legs. "They may even put in for you to transfer to their department. Big pay increase and a new job title, too."

"Well, that's... that's good. I guess. But... what about... nnnfff..."

"Oh, you're in there permanently. Your theory was right."

"Wait, permanently? That's nommmmmggggghhhrrrr!"

A growl and a whine cut off Dayo's protestations as the large cheetah-taur paced around behind him. The feline's lips grinned hugely as she hupped and lifted her front legs up, draping them around the German Shepherd's body where his upper and lower torso's met. Her heavy breasts squeezed around the canine's head as her massive, semi-mechanical length prodded under the new taur's tail.

"You can't... not here... in front of everyone?" Dayo gasped.

"Oh, the trouble two well-hung taurs can discover!"

The crowd of onlookers ooh'd and aah'd during the next few minutes as Lucifer's thickness stretched inside the groaning canine's pussy, opening her up and filling her incredibly full. The specialized seed produced by the German Shepherd's robo-balls was mirrored in the cheetah-taurs, and soon thick rivulets of gooey, sticky, nano-laded pre-cum poured from the tan rump cheeks.

Lucifer groaned as she sunk in deep. Her hind legs stretched out as her forelegs squeezed around the German Shepherd's upper belly. Her breasts wrapped entirely around the other taur's head, treating the vision-stream viewers to quite a fun show.

The audience in the bar laughed and cheered the two taurs on as a few paws wandered closer to the thrusting, groaning researchers. Before long, the stallion had his paws full of the German Shepherd's full rack. As the stallion's length slipped between the canine's soft tan cleavage, she let out another cry of pleasure. Several pairs of hands and smooth paw pads groped along her flexing length, spiking the production of her oversized metallic orbs.

"Okay, everyone! Free shots to anyone who can get Dayo here to shoot a load!" Lucifer announced. The taur's legs shifted, thrusting her underbody forward and reburying her fat length deep into the canine's body. "I'll take mine first, bartender!"

As the pleasurable sensations overwhelmed Dayo, his worries about how she'd dress or drive her car or get into and out of elevators disappeared. Those were minor inconveniences. What really mattered was the fat equine shaft plunging between her huge breasts, the paws stroking across her sensitive metal armor plates, and the churning, growling sensation in her hyperproductive metal nutsack, which swung and jostled almost like the real thing as the feline's hips surged against her over and over.

Losing herself in the pleasure, Dayo gave up trying to stay mentally aware and succumbed to the groping and moaning and slick wet heat firing inside...

The next day, Lucifer and Dayo walked side by side down a hallway outside the Textile Research Laboratory. They cut quite the pair: both tall, around seven feet, with long and limber lower torsos. Their rumps bumped together as they walked, squeezing and shifting as, between their legs, their enormous metallic balls left a wide trail of goo behind them.

"You're going to enjoy this new job," Lucifer said, her voice a purr. "I know the person in charge. He'll take good care of you. Plus, they do a lot more than just the technical sewing that you're so good at. You're gonna learn a lot about the morphsuits."

"Thanks again, Lucifer," Dayo said, grinning wide. The German Shepherd's four large feet nearly danced as they approached the door at the end of the hallway. A sign on the front read "Morphsuit Research and Development Labs - Authorized personnel only." Dayo tugged her button-up shirt down her belly, but every breath caused the fabric to slide back up, revealing tan fur and glossy metal underneath. Like Lucifer, she didn't wear anything to cover her taur-half. She'd just have to get used to her junk being on permanent display. The funny thing was, she didn't really mind - she was so big and powerful that it didn't bother her in the slightest. And after that long night in the bar, whatever shame she may have felt was fully excised.

"Here's where I leave you," Lucifer said. "I'll see you at lunch though, right?"

The German Shepherd's sheath bulged. Lunch with Lucifer was much different now. "You got it!"

The cheetah-taur purred and smacked her paw on the shepherd's flank as the canine pushed through the doorway, earning a playful growl in response.

"Good luck!"

The end