FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(M tf Hyper demi-horse, F tf hyper semi-cow)

Bernard was a good looking man, and hard working, but unfortunately lacked skill in any specific tasks. He was a bit absentminded in school so his grades were barely good enough to skim by on and he tried to enter the work force immediately after highschool, to mixed results. Most of the labour jobs around his city were shifting over to automation, so simply being a fit, good looking guy wasn't something to mark on his resume. This lead him to search increasingly obscure sources for want ads trying to find something he could do- surely someone would need a labourer somewhere! Damn Automancers took all the labour jobs with their golem. He then stumbled on a strange ad looking for test subjects, for a research group called the Rebuilding Humanity Effort- RHE. It sounded too good to be true- they would pay for housing, he would live on a private island, and he would be fed and tended to. So they shoot him full of drugs and in return he lives like a king without actually having to do anything? He tried to look up RHE to learn more about them but go figure- there was nothing. He only found the ads in darkened corners of the internet, and zero mention of RHE at all. Not finding anything else though, Bernard still had to take the bait.

Turns out the catch was just that it is permanent. Once you sign up you can never leave the program- or they would literally hunt you down and execute you. Turns out not all their research was legal, which was why they operated on a privately owned island and outsourced materials from multiple locations around the globe to make tracking it all damn near impossible. Bernard was given extensive paper work to look over and sign, and he signed more than he looked over. When they arrived on the island he got a great view of it from the plane- it looked gorgeous and he could see lots of very modern, compact looking homes and pools, garden areas and nature trails toward the hills that encapsulated the island. It looked more like a resort paradise than a research reserve- though the buildings where the plane landed did look more like labs.

What Bernard found out when he arrived sounded so good he thought they were joking. He had been assigned to the island as a breeder for all of the women under RHE. He was literally hired to bang several women. That was somehow his job. The women had undergone transformations to be ultra productive breaking down food into extremely palatable, specialized milk to help people around the world who were to weak in constitution to eat much else. RHE did research in using arcane spells to divide imprints of animal traits to then place into potions to be given to people to make them hybrids of sorts. So the women Bernard was supposed to service were not 100% human. Likewise though- to make sure he was as good at his job as possible, they were going to hybridize him as well.

Morgan was the researcher in charge of Bernard, injecting him with a potion as she lead him to the building that would be his place. "One floor, very compact but quite modern and well kept. Food will be restocked as needed- you never need to worry about grocery shopping. Uhm... I can tell that listing all the changes and reasoning for them will probably go over your head. A lot to get used to already, I know. If you need to get ahold of me..." She handed him a onyx slate, enchanted with a looking-glass link. "I am available 24/7 for any questions you need. It would be ultimately detrimental to your work to play favorites, so you will not be told any of the names of the other subjects, and they will not know yours. Your designation from now on is 86. To get you started you will only be given one assignment, she is 82- she is still settling into her new form so you can adjust together."

Bernard looked around still a bit dazed by it all. "So... it is my job to... have sex with her? Just... like that?"

"Service her as needed. Obviously if she doesn't want it, don't do anything. Sexual stimulus tricks the body to continue production of milk though, so at some point she is going to need it. How much, depends on how hard she wants to work her production. You are free to wander the island, but I suggest checking up on 82 first. Your own transformation will start rather slowly. We do not ramp up till we ensure it is taking properly already- its easier to prevent errors than correct them after the fact."

He wandered around the smooth stone block paths that wandered the grass valleys that the houses were scattered around. Most people hanging outdoors gathered around the pools, even if they were not swimming themselves. The women he seen were far more beautiful than the island could be. He seen a woman who actually required a modified dolly lift to help move a gigantic udder between her legs! Two that had a cluster of four breasts on their chests, and one with four giant breasts that looked bigger than she should be able to handle physically. There was one woman sitting on a towel soaking up the sun by the edge of the pool with two breasts that were each bigger than her entire body- they covered her entire legs and pooled on the ground to either side of her, exposing only her head and feet around their curves and only because she was laying out. So many massive, exposed breasts. Bernard felt like his head was on fire from how constantly flush he was in embarrassment, feeling like he shouldn't be able to see what he was seeing, but no one seemed to care. He asked around about 82, but had a bit of trouble getting an answer. The women were not servicing each other, so they did not know each other by their assigned numbers. He finally got his answer and walked down a path away from most everything else. She was a newer recruit so it made sense that like his own house- hers was the farthest out so far.

82 answered the door with only a greeting and nothing more, awkwardly waiting for Bernard to speak up rather than question his visit. She was incredibly sheepish! She was fully dressed, but her top was very large to contain her breasts about the size of a watermelon each. He could see the outline of her nipples against the fronts. She also had tiny, rounded bone bumps on her forehead as mini cow horns, and her ears were a bit pointed but otherwise she seemed human. Her head was only as high as his chest, and when she lowered her face he could see white roots in her black hair, but only in specific places- she was developing white streaks as a human equivilant to cows splotches. She was barefoot, so he could see her feet were fully human. Some of the women he seen around the island had hooves. It was hard to get a read on her, or hold a conversation. She always gave one word answers and she never looked directly at him- ever. Her eyes constantly darted around nervously, looking at everything but Bernard.

"S-so... uhm, I am assigned to you. If you need... uh..."

"I'm fine!" Her voice was a few pitches higher than it had been in emberassment.

"Ok, I guess I will just go then. I don't mean to make you uncomfort-"

"You don't have to."

"Huh?"

Her expression scrunched up a moment as she tried to clarify. "It's emberassing but just think of it as a service and... forget the emotional part you'd normally connect with it. But... for now we can just... hang out." Her voice lowered almost to a whisper. "I like the company..."

Bernard was surprised- he thought he was making her uncomfortable, but if she wanted him to stay he absolutely would. She got him to just watch TV with her mostly, sitting close to him but saying nothing. She gave him a bit of a tour of the area around her house and told him the fastest route between their two homes since she had already been here about a week. They parted ways late afternoon- Bernard had subtly mentioned that he should probably get going before dinner as a reason to slip away. In truth he was feeling strange, and since he did not know what his changes would be exactly he did not want to freak them both out. He was feeling pent up, like he had not masturbated in quite some time and his entire body was really warm. His muscles sort of felt tired- like he had been working out even though he had been sitting most of the day. He was especially nervous since he did not see any men around the island- so he had absolutely nothing to compare against. Most males joined already paired with a mate- so they were at home with their significant other and not out hanging around.

Bernard got home and immediately tossed his clothes onto the floor on his way to the couch and turned the AC on- he was really sweating. He noted his pubic hair was shorter, but more dense, becoming less like hair and more like fur. It also advanced higher- starting to trail up toward his belly. His balls were a tiny bit swollen looking and the veins in his dick seemed bigger than usual. Even looking at it made it start to rise, and the moment he touched it with his hand it immediately stood to full erection. It was so sensitive, and so good feeling he had to pump incredibly slow so he didn't just immediately fire off! Not too long into it though, his balls drew up and remained there- his hand stopped entirely but it was already on the edge and rolled over on its own. He rolled his head back as he fired many long thick ropes of cum- far more than he had produced in the past. He remained relaxed to enjoy the afterglow, but fell asleep on the couch unintentionally. Because Bernard was so emotionally drained from such an odd day, he remained sleeping till morning!

Bernard was startled awake by a knock at his door and frantically got up to gather his clothes up off the floor.

Morgan's voice came from the other side of the door with a sigh. "Don't bother getting dressed Bernard- I need to examine you anyway."

He answered the door, holding the clothes he had grabbed so far infront of his crotch. Morgan smiled at his timidness, but nudged the clothes out of the way since looking at his junk was the epicentre of her job. Sure enough, it changed a bit, partially during his orgasm and partially while he slept. His balls were larger now by a bit, having expelled the human semen, the changes could advance in. His penis was also a good bit larger- it was the same size as when he masturbated. It got softer but did not shrink down at all- it was the size of a full erection when fully flaccid. The skin on the shaft was a bit more loose than normal too, which made it seem fatter, but the excess skin pooled more toward the base- the extremely early stages of a sheath. His ears were a bit pointed, and his toenails were thick and grey, but other than that he was still human. Morgan projected a spell into him- multiplying the amount of potion in his system, giving him another dose without having to actually inject anything into him again. With that, she was on her way, and Bernard had two meals to make up for since he slept through dinner and absolutely went to town on the contents of the fridge. He noted a bit sadly there was no junk food- only healthy food. Bernard felt really full of energy today, so he did some on the spot jogging in his place while further contumplating his fate. So his dick was going to get bigger? Nice, that was just another perk as far as he was concerned. Although that did make him think of 82. She was pretty petite- he can't do his job if he grows too big to fit her.

Like the day before, 82 was not with the other women, but hidden away in her house, the curtains drawn closed over the windowed walls. She opened the door even more sheepishly than the day before, opening it only a crack to see it was Bernard and then slowly opening it the rest of the way. The white streaks in her hair were all the way through now- one on the back right and one in the left front- her left eyebrow had a stripe in the middle too. Her face was the biggest change. Her candy pink lips seemed to advance up her face- the bright pink now connected to the end of her nose which was pink as well, and her nostrils were larger. The bridge of her nose was a bit more flat and wide as well, making her face resemble a cows, without actually having a muzzle. Her ears were leaf shaped as well, but her hair hung to her shoulders and made them hard to spot. The change that caught Bernard's attention the most was her breasts. Squeezed into the front of her shirt hard, straining the fabric- her fat nipples were folded sideways against the fabric and trailed wetness down the front of her shirt; she was leaking. She took him by the hand without saying a word and dragged him inside, gathering a bucket for him as well and it was easy enough to connect the dots- she wanted him to milk her. Even though there was equipment and personnel specifically for that, who were not Bernard. He could not help but pause and admire her breasts when she managed to shimmy her top off over them. She looked a tiny bit frusterated at his delay though, and also had to teach him how to properly milk teats. His immediate move was to try and just squeeze the teat- that did almost nothing at all.

She was having a hard time averting her eyes from him now that he was milking her into a pale- so he tried to start a conversation. "Don't like the staff who are supposed to do this?"

"I... not yet. I will use them. Eventually."

"Well, you look... cute, I me-"

"N-no, don't."

"Huh?"

"Don't.... mention how I look." There was a long awkward pause where the milk steams hitting the inside of the pale was the only sound. "I am just... adjusting. It is ok, just... a bit much."

They finished the milking and she once again watched TV with him quietly, though kept her top off to let it dry. Because she was going to outgrow them anyway- she was not assigned a change of shirt, so that top was only one she had left that still fit her. Bernard could not help but keep glancing at her breasts as she watched the TV. They held up surprisingly well for their mass, but were so large the bottoms still brushed her lap even fully reclined on the couch. He was starting to feel pent up again, and had to start to concentrate on the TV when the bulge in his pants started to shift. Crap, his bigger dick was getting an erection and it would be more obvious in his pants now. Rather suddenly he felt a bit of a prick behind himself and quickly sat up off the couch, feeling under himself. 82 looked at him and quickly noted the problem, hooking a finger on his pants and pulling them a bit down in the back, letting out a little fleshy nub that had grown there- he had a tiny proto tail. She rolled on her side in her seat to show him she did too- hers was longer though, and sort of looked like a rat tail because it was only half developed.

82 blushed though, motioning toward the bulge in the front of his pants as he sat back down fully. "Do you need help... with that?"

His first reaction was to try and shield her view of it with his hand but caught himself halfway, since the gesture was pointless. "N-no. I mean, I am suppose to help you, not the other way around, haha. I am just starting my changes so... unexpected things happen, heh."

She leaned toward him, placing a small hand on his thigh. "If you want it, I can help. Sexual stimulus doesn't mean traditional sex necessarily." She glanced at him for a breif moment. "It's a crude way of putting it but.. you have essentially volunteered yourself to be a living sex toy for the women here."

Bernard's voice caught in his throat as he was frozen up for several moments again, when she looked at him he finally seen her golden eyes. Equal parts brown, yellow, and orange- her iris were autumn gold. "O-oh well.. I certainly don't mind, but only if..."

She was already pulling his waistband down so he trailed off. He cupped his larger balls with one hand and brought them out, using the scrotum to hold the waist of his pants down. His balls seemed even bigger than that morning. She started to work the looser skin on his larger shaft with one hand, while keeping her other palm cupping his nuts from below. Bernard's eyes just locked onto her breasts, glancing at her face every now and then to try and catch a glimpse of her golden eyes, but her face remained looking at his junk. He was not sure if she knew how hair-trigger he was, but she was being incredibly tender with her work on his shaft. He groaned a bit and looked surprised at it as it felt like he was getting an erection again- even though he clearly still had one. The shaft started to stretch out longer and longer! His balls started to very slowly get larger as they rolled up and down off-sync with one another. He groaned again and started to move his hips forward subconsciously. 82 seen how the veins throbbed and let go of his junk entirely, watching him settle down and look at her a bit confused. Before he was able to ask though she leaned even further over and popped her vibrant pink lips over the glans and hooked her lips on the stiff corona, pulling on the head. Bernard immediately blasted into full climax, filling her mouth and forcing her to swallow several times to get rid of it all. Semen was protein rich and very high calorie- it was actually decent food to use as fuel for milk. Bernard was unable to identify the feeling, but his taint swelled up a bit as well and his anus enlarged a bit and darkened, and his proto tail grew a big bigger when he climaxed.

He tried to say something, to thank her or offer to 'help' her back but 82 was quick to cut him off. She just wanted quiet. She sat close to him still but continued to not look at him or speak much. It was not till much the afternoon that 82 told him she would be fine for the rest of the day, so he could return to his own place or do whatever- since she was currently his only assignment. His feet had been cramping up while he sat with her though, and this got worse instead of better when he stood up. Bernard almost stumbled onto the floor when his ankles started to raise on their own! 82 quickly identified the problem and kept him from sitting back down, which was his first reflex. He was developing hooves, but according to 82 it was much easier while standing. If he was sitting the muscles would not currently be in use and his body would take longer to sort them out properly. If that was the case, his next thought was to do the opposite- use them more. He pressed his foot down as hard as he could, as if trying to shove it through the floor, and sure enough his ankle raised faster on that leg- forcing him to do it to the other leg now to keep them balanced. His toes all fused together and the unified nail bulked up tremendously into a hoof. His legs became half again as long as they were and his weight shifted to the hoof which became very broad and large- the hoof of a work horse, meant to stabilize great weight. The hooves almost popped his shoes before he managed to yank them off, and then his socks which were also now essentially useless. Maybe this was why 82 was always barefoot- she was expecting the same changes. Bernard remained standing there for some time after they finished changing shape- afraid of more changes but it seemed to stop for now.

82 stopped him once more as he was leaving. "Hey... I am glad we are able to... ease each other into this thing."

He smiled at her. "Yea, me too."

Bernard chose how he put his hooves down more carefully than he did his feet- the hollow clopping sound made him self conscious. He felt more stable on the hooves than on his feet because there was less options. With a foot you could stand on the heel, the toes, or even the side of the foot by accident and roll your ankle. With a hoof there was really no options, you stood on the hoof. It was not soft or flexible at all like a foot so there was only one way to stand on it. Having his ankle so far off the ground as well gave him at least an additional foot in height, which also made him self conscious because now he stood out a bit more, and could be seen from farther away. Bernard decided to do a bit of a workout once he was home again, since his place had a weight rack and his muscles were feeling a little antsy. He kept glancing at his hooves and the bulge in his pants. He was sort of feeling horny again, and then a short while later a bit pent up. That wasn't good- 82 said she was fine for the rest of the day. He tried to ignore it but as he sweat and worked out his mind kept drifting off to lewd imagining. He could see his fat dick throbbing through his pants and as he put the weights down and sat up fully he realized the front of his pants were wet from a ton of precum it had apparently been leaking for a while now! He ended up using the onyx tablet to contact Morgan and ask her if it was supposed to be like this, and if he needed a second mate already.

Morgan nodded along to his discriptions. "No, this is great actually. Try to not touch yourself if you can."

Bernard was shifting his weight from one foot to the other as if that would help. "Easier said than done."

"Well if you promote your changes they will be over with faster, and then you can adjust to your 'new normal'. If you hold off, the potion will saturate and expand your prostate, giving you a larger pleasure center and increasing your capacity to cum. If you cum, you'll also purge the potion from that part of your body, which will force it to grow you in waves rather than all at once. In any case you are not really ready yet for a second mate- your penis isn't transformed enough, your shaft will start to chaffe if you try to use it too often. I will be there to check on you in the morning anyway, so hold tight."

Bernard continued to keep his hands off himself but his dick never stopped dripping pre, forcing him to use his sweat towel for that instead of actual sweat. His shaft wasn't even erect, it stalled at a bloated half-chub that bobbed occasionally on its own. He tried watching TV, and ended up sitting on the floor in front of the couch so he could lean forward with his elbows on the glass table to basically pin his arms from being used. More and more hot salty pre oozed from his dick as he felt all the tubing in his body throb all the way back to his prostate which was like a small balloon, inflated to complete tightness. He heard his dick thump on the bottom of the glass table after a commercial played with a nice looking woman in it. Well, now it was erect. Now each throb of the shaft caused a jolt of pleasure because the head was rubbed against the glass. He tried to slide back and pull it out from under the table but his thoughts wandered too readily, and the moment he recalled 82's golden eyes looking at him he climaxed immediately, without laying a hand on his dick! It hit the bottom of the table with enough force that the streak of white actually travelled across the bottom and splattered off the opposite end. The amount was massive! He was gasping for breath by the time it finished, at what had to be at least two solid minutes later. Bernard would have passed out right there, but he felt so dehydrated and hungry now. He staggered into the kitchen and ate a massive ammount of food out of the fridge without even attempting to cook or prepare it in any way, and then chugged water from the tap for a minute solid before barely making it to his bed and flopping down. All his muscles were throbbing now worse than when he was working out, and he passed out almost immediately.

The nutrient hit from all the food he hit before going to sleep triggered his muscles to respond to his workout. They tightened and swelled, pulsing bigger and bigger all over his body. Even his ass became tighter and more solid and he did not even work his glutes out. His bedroom was an orchestra of creaking bedsprings and the hollow pops of re-set bone muffled under his skin. He wasn't just getting more muscular, the growth of his muscles was so rapid it was pulling on his joints and stretching his entire body larger! His balls started to swell larger as well, causing them to darken to a bruised purple and the skin of the scrotum grew a bit ahead of them as the excess pooled around the base of his penis with the already loose skin there to form a pseudo sheath. His dick retracted into it but not fully- the glans were still outside of the sheath since it was not fully formed yet.

Bernard woke up the next day with Morgan gently nudging him awake. "Well you held it in good yesterday."

"ACK!"

He quickly sat up in bed, looking at himself in surprise. His dick was lazily leaking again- he felt completely backed up again! It was not at a half chub though- it was leaking onto his lower rib cage where the erection ended its stiff arch. It must have grown in length again! Everything in the room looked a bit smaller now that he was bigger. The bed had been unusually large for him when he went to sleep, but now it seemed much more normal. Morgan told him not to bother getting dressed yet till he got his new potion renew because he would probably need the large modified sized clothes in his closet. Even now he would likely barely fit into his old size.

Morgan hooked a finger on his shaft and pulled it away a bit, letting it slap back into place causing Bernard to wince. "And 82 is sleeping in so she doesn't need you till later- if at all. So today you will introduce yourself to 46. You might have seen her around- she is the most unusual looking of the current girls. She was actually really malformed originally from a prototype potion, her current form was from reversing features as far back as possible to restore some of her humanity."

"So... I... really am sort of like, a sex toy now, huh? Getting more horny more often to service more women."

Morgan looked at him, trying to read his expression. "Yea. Your also getting a bigger dick and more, longer pleasure."

Morgan gave him a renewal on his potion dose and Bernard had to brace himself again the wall a bit. All his muscles throbbed and swelled up a bit more, and with an itchy prickling feeling his short tail exploded into long flowing hair, giving him a completed horse tail! The nails on his hands bulked up and started to turn grey and his nostrils enlarged as well. Morgan warned him against moving around too quickly or freely- his body was shifting quickly still and he did not want to get caught mid-stride.

He found 46 pretty easily- she was expecting him and waved him down. Morgan had woke him pretty early that morning as well so the majority of people had not woken up yet. True to Morgan's discription, 46 was... odd. She had one huge bull-like horn growing from her temple but nothing on the other side. It wasn't that one horn had broken off- she only had one in the first place. Her back also looked painfully broken, but just grew at a severe crook. Her lower back bent straight out almost parallel with the ground, so her hip was practically in a laying position while she was standing up- so her legs were basically always forward. Her hips were also quite wide- and both alterations were for the sake of a large cow udder, the size of a full on champion holstein. Because of the angle of her hip, the udder could hang in its natural position while allowing her to still be bipedal. To make up for the tilted hip putting her torso forward and screwing up her center of gravity though, her spine made a harder curve back after, so if you looked at her spine alone it was almost perfectly shaped like the number 2. Her legs were completely cow, though a bit tall for a cow, and she had cow fur up to her hips as well, and a tail. Her breasts were not very big at all, but he could tell from the impression on her loose shirt that her nipples were more like teats. 46 wore only the shirt- since no human garments would fit around her lower body.

46 offered him a drink or snack, but Bernard wasn't hungry yet since he ate before going to sleep. She was kind like 82, making sure Bernard was up to the task before asking him to actually do anything. Unlike 82 though, 46 was not at all shy, and was clearly eager to go and lead him to her bed quickly. Even though his dick had enlarged a lot already, she was a bit of a loose fit- her pussy was more bovine than human, so she coaxed him to thrust harder and harder. He was pounding her so hard he had to lean forward and brace his hands on the bed, and his hands started to feel stiff. His wrists clicked several times and jostled a bit under the skin as bones shifted. His fingers compacted and his hands became hard to move. He could still move his fingers individually, but he could not spread them out anymore. He felt a prickling itch on the back of his head, and from earlier he recognised that as rapidly growing hair. His hairline was advancing down his neck to form a small mane. Though its length did not change, his cock throbbed harder than before and swelled in girth as he climaxed. When his orgasm seemed to be tapering off though, it didn't. Thanks to the clock on her bedside table he counted just shy of four minutes before his orgasm actually ended! He thought he was being given features of a stallion- but stallions have hair trigger orgasms that only last a couple of a seconds. Unlike 82, 46 was also pretty quite to dismiss him, telling him he did great and that she would gladly call on him again when she needed. This was more on par with what Bernard was originally expecting of his 'job', so perhaps 82 was the odd one out.

Bernard kept flexing his back and rolling his neck trying to get rid of a bit of a cramp in his upper back but couldn't. It was likely another change but he couldn't make it go yet. Bernard timidly hung around the pool areas and even dipped his hooves in for a bit as other people started to gather. He did not notice at all when a woman snuck up behind him- which was ironic because she was the least mobile person there.

"Hey honey stud~ can you help me with my... load?"

The deep, breathy womans voice was practically in his ear already, and when he started to turn around he was almost startled enough to fall into the pool! It was the woman who required the modified dolly he seen two days ago- she had an udder as big as she is! She was behind him but her monolithic udder was beside him. She wanted to get it into the pool but it was too heavy for her to lift with her own strength and if she dumped it off the dolly its weight would yank the rest of her into the water. She introduced herself as 33, and unintentionally let slip that 82's real name is Maple- shaking her finger at Bernard as if to scold him for her mistake, telling him not to use Maple's real name even if he knows it. Bernard went to help 33, but sort of just looked dumbfounded at the udder for almost a minute. It was so huge even he did not know where to start. The problem with something this big isn't even necessarily the weight but being able to find and properly gasp and balance its center of gravity. 33 stated she had her end of the udder covered, he just needed to lift the other end- and that he could use her teats to grab hold if he needed. Her teats grew to match the size of the udder- so they were gigantic even compared to an actual cow. The teat was so fat it matched his muscular arm in width, and hung lazily off the round curve of the udder's front. He took the lower two cautiously asking if it was ok and 33 said it was fine. He lifted up and shuffled closer to the pool, easing her in. The skin on the surface of the udder immediately tightened a bit on contact with the cool water and her teats' lazy arch became less pronounced as they stood slightly. 33 asked if he was interested in helping her more and he couldn't say no, so she said she would talk to Morgan to get herself on his list. He was surprised she had been able to lift half her udder herself, but once he stood beside her actual body he seen her strength had been modified. Her legs and thighs were hugely rounded with muscle, giving her massive taught butt cheeks and large hips. She did not have a cow tail but rather a horse tail like Bernard's and her spinal chord was thicker toward the bottom. Her lower half was mostly horse- giving her the strength of a sturdy mare to heft around her udder with. But being able to pull it didn't mean she could magically lift it- since it projected out off of her, so she could only drag it at best under her own strength. Once in the water it bobbed half on the surface and half under- it was buoyant, the only place it can be weightless. Almost as soon as he finished helping her though, he spotted Maple a ways off on the far side of the pool, trying to wave him over without alerting anyone else to her presence.

Bernard quickly followed Maple back to her place, though they were interrupted when they got in when she got a checkup call from Morgan. Morgan did not know Bernard was there at the time and accidentally gave away Maple's last name with a 'paging Dr. Augustine' joke to start her call. This also revealed an interesting fact- Maple knew more than any other woman did coming here. Because she was not from the outside. Dr. Maple Augustine is RHE staff- she was one of the researchers who transformed other people! Maple did her best to play it off and not reveal Bernard was there to finish off the call.

Bernard awkwardly smiled once it ended. "Geeze, now I feel a little bad, knowing your name but do you even know mine? If you used to be-"

"I don't, and don't tell me." She sighed, finding her words a moment. "We aren't trying to dehumanize you. You're job may be harder if you know names and form more... normal social habits with people. You can't pick favorites. They are all women who deserve your attention. They do not want to pry you away or feel bad about calling your attention off of someone else if you clearly like the other one more."

She took his large hand her her tiny hand and was going to wordlessly lead him to the bedroom but stumbled, letting go of his hand and then hobbled to the couch.

"You ok?"

"Hooves...!" She was rubbing her ankles as they clicked loudly.

"I thought you said its better to be standing for that?"

"It...is. But I don't... want to."

He smiled sympathetically. "Hypocrite."

Maple just blushed and remained looking at her feet to avoid eye contact like usual. Her feet transforming seemed louder than his own, but that was because her legs were not nearly as thick and her hooves not nearly as large. Deeper sound did not carry as far- the clicks from her bones was higher pitched and thus the sound carried farther. Also unlike his own transformed legs, not all her toes bunched up. As her ankles grew out, her big and pinky toes lagged behind, pinching closer together before being consumed by their own hoof-like nail to become the dew claws on the back of the leg. The remaining three moulded together before splitting back apart, now as two large toes before the hoof segments formed. Rather than one huge solid mass like Bernard's hoof, hers were the cloven hooves of a cow, sized down for a petite woman. Bernard wanted to touch her, watching her rub her legs as they changed, but he was bigger than her to start with- she was tiny compared to him now. He was almost afraid to touch her at risk of hurting her by accident. He was also quite pent up though, so eagerly followed her as she resumed leading him to her bedroom. Being outside in the crisp morning air sobered up his horniness for a time, but between holding 33's soft rubbery teats in his hands and now being with Maple, he was starting to leak again. His hooves clopped against hard surfaces as he walked- hers were sharp clicks like a high heeled shoe.

She was nervous about his size as well, so insisted on being on top, laying him out on her bed first and then climbing onto him. She barely had to touch him to bring his huge dick to full stiffness, then climbed up his torso a bit to position herself onto its head. She blushed hard, glancing down her cleavage to Bernard- their faces level with the cleavage for only a moment. He couldn't help but grin at the flash of gold from her eyes again before she averted her gaze and started to push back on his dick, sliding the shaft in. She was having trouble.

Maple straightened her legs a bit and moaned sharply. "Ah... changes. Push me."

"W-what?"

"Push."

He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently started to push her down onto his shaft more. Her expression was scrunched up in effort. Her hands shifted as she tried to follow his push, but her legs did not move. The strength was not in her lower body at all, and it became clear why, when her hips popped loudly. He wanted to stop to give her a moment but she clearly wasnted to keep going, so he continued to push her down onto his dick. The more that slid in, the more she changed and the more she changed, the more fit into her. Her hips widened by quite a bit, which made her butt quite boxy in appearance at first. It was only in noting that, that Bernard seen her tail was complete now too- with the tasseled end of a cows tail. Maple managed to take his entire shaft, surprisingly. She remained there for a few seconds not moving, then took deep breaths to steady her heart beat again and her legs slowly came back to life. She started to piston herself up and down slowly on the shaft, and as she did the muscle and fat on her rump gently swelled outward, obscuring the boxy shape as her human traits re-equalized with the cow. Bernard was surprised he did not explode into her almost instantly. He could feel rivers of pre flowing into her and his shaft was throbbing so quickly and regularly that it felt like he was almost about to orgasm as soon as she started to move around it. As Maple rode the pony though, his balls swelled even bigger, becoming the size of ostrich eggs each, and the scrotum continued to darken to pure, glossy black. The scrotum continued to keep up with their growth, remaining loose and relaxed, though they were large enough now that her butt cheeks brushed them lightly on her downward grind. The loose skin once again gathered and help structure his sheath which fully formed now, but did not merge with his stomach- it likely would never fuse with his underside because he is still bipedal. The both of them grunt at the same time at the feeling of his shaft getting thicker again though, and again the length did not change. The skin on the surface of his shaft tugged gently on its own trying to keep up with the internal growth and there was a strange feeling in the very base of his dick he could not place. Bernard's dick was not as long as a horse yet, but it was already thicker than one, making him wonder about his changes again. It was not long after he exploded into her. It took only a moment for her to reach capacity and the cum to come rushing out around his shaft, but almost five minutes for his orgasm to actually stop- compeltely soaking the bed.

Maple just relaxed onto his body. "Is it... ok if we stay like this a while?" Bernard just nodded as he caught his breath. "If we get up the bed will feel gross and i don't want to get up and wash it right now."

Her skin felt so silky soft against his own. Her form so tiny. Maple's arms were between her and Bernard to sort of contain her breasts as she rest most of her weight on them as mobile pillows. While she did not move or open her eyes, he could tell she was awake by how energetically her tail flicked back and forth.

"Something on your mind?"

Bernard looked back at her face and was a bit caught off guard by her stunning eyes actually looking at him. "N- well... I guess. I have been thinking about what you said the other day, about me basically being a sex toy now."

She blushed and raised herself up with her arms a bit. "N-no! I said that was a crude way of putting it! You're supposed to have pleasure too. Its sharing pleasure, to make sure everyone is happy and productive. That way the females can go on producing food for unfortunate people around the world. If all we needed was a toy we would have just made a literal sex toy."

"Yea, but... I guess I was a bit worried about my horniness... I have been feeling pent up, like, really quickly. I guess I was worried about... I don't know, losing myself in it, y'know?"

Maple slowly popped off him and slid off the side of the bed with a bit of a shiver. "Oh, I know. I am afraid of the same thing. I would tell you to just not be afraid but... fear doesn't work like that." She walked to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway. "You were with 33 when I seen you... what did you think of her? Her body I mean."

"Surprised she can move at all with that udder. I am surprised I wasn't.. more surprised. Being around it and feeling it felt so natural, even though it was this crazy thing I wouldn't even think was real a week ago."

"I have been thinking of giving myself an udder... I don't know though. Anyway, that is all I can take for today. Heh. Thanks for listening to me."

He was going to ask her what she meant by giving herself an udder before she vanished into the bathroom to clean up but remebered she is RHE staff. Morgan LaFey isn't an assistant for her, she is a co-worker. Maple is in charge of her OWN transformation, which means she has the knowledge of how to modify herself on the fly. Creating changes is a lot easier than reversing them though- she has to make sure she wants a change before committing. Bernard headed home after he got cleaned up. He would need to switch to bigger pants now- the bulge his much larger testicles made was very obvious. A short while after he got home he started to feel horny yet again, but this time he was quick to plop down on the couch and coax his shaft out of its new fleshy sheath. Bernard felt around his shaft, curious about the odd sensation he felt earlier. His dick was thicker one way- not all the way around. Once it was fully erect and he could feel the muscular ribbing under the soft surface skin he could tell there was another change afoot. One he did not at all expect, and sort of deepend his worry about becoming nothing but a fuck machine. It also aroused him though, at the thought of still more pleasure. There was an indentation in the solid structure of his shaft that ran the entire length up either side. As he started to stroke himself, it started to tingle with pleasure specifically in that area. The stronger the pleasure got at the faultline the more it felt like his penis was trying to desync with itself. The top tried to twitch upward, like it would when it bobs but it could not actually move, because the lower half refused to budge. He worked himself up like masturbating normally but then slowed and paused as his shaft pulled on itself. His mind tugged at itself in the same way- half wanting to go further and enjoy more, the other half afraid of losing itself. As he progressed, the top of his dick swelled more than the rest, bloating up and getting even thicker! As it thickened it became more obvious that there was two sets of curves- the cleft in the middle becoming visible and then continuing to deepen. He kept pausing to try to let it calm down- as if trying to make the transformation slow or stop while keeping the pleasure going but the two were linked. He couldn't have one without the other. He started up again, knowing once he burst there was no putting it back the way it was. The shaft bloated more and more, the cleft deepening further till finally the glans popped completely in half with a huge, sharp surge of pleasure that fired all the way back to his prostate! It felt too good now to stop, he couldn't will himself to slow or delay any more and pumped his shaft, moving his hand further down as the divide continued to split the shaft perfectly in the middle! It had grown so unusually thick because it wasn't one dick! Once the divide got low enough he had to switch positions and use both hands- one on either shaft, as he now had two cocks- one below the other! The split continued into his sheath, stretching the opening wider to accomodate them. Almost as soon as the change completed he came explosively, once again going for five or six minutes straight and exhausting himself!

Bernard lay there catching his breath for some time, and his dicks slowly softened and retracted into the sheath. Because they both shared a single sheath though, they sort of bunched up together before they were completely soft enough to pop inside- there was barely enough room for both. He did his best to avoid any even remotely sexual thoughts and did a bit more lifting to pass the time- paranoid if he watched TV or sat at the PC he would come across a good looking woman by accident. He also noted he had to stack the weights well above what he would have been able to lift before, to even be able to do anything now. The weight he was working out with the other day felt like picking up a single bag of groceries now- hardly a workout. A few hours managed to pass before he started to feel pent up again. His sheath felt tight and bloated up on its own. His dicks started to get forced out from pressure, and as soon as the heads popped out he started to leak again. Luckily he was saved by a call from Morgan. He was quick to blurt out his recent changes and again asked if his arousal levels was normal.

Morgan looked to be taking notes. "Right. No, everything seems normal. I mean if your production turns out to be too much we can modify it later, but we have no way of telling what is 'too much' till you finish changing. The changes are meant to maximize your pleasure and theirs, so we really doubled down on this itteration. But I didn't contact you for a checkup anyway- actually I have a new girl for you, #33. You may have seen her aroun-"

"Udder the size of a car?"

"That's her. She requested you herself. Also, if you want I can up your dose tomorrow morning if you want to get it over with. Your changes are all aligned so far- I really doubt anything is going to go sideways at this point."

Bernard sighed and said why not. He then ended the call and set out to find 33. He had a rough estimate where her house would be just based on her number. Their numbers were assigned according to when they joined the program. Understandably, the front door to her house was a double door- she cannot fit through a regular sized door. She answered as soon as Bernard knocked and let him in, giving him a breif tour of her place. He kept wanting to help her lift her behemoth udder but on a smooth floor she was able to drag it around herself- she always walked backwards because of it, but was clearly used to it. 33 was taller than Maple and seemed pretty energetic for someone virtually anchored to the ground at all times. Bernard started to feel a little dizzy though and a few of his joints clunked in place.

33 gave him a symphathetic look as he wobbled in place. "Aww, feelin ok honey stud? You are still changing right? Even after you finish, it will probably take a bit to get used to things." She pat her udder. "C'mere, have a seat, wouldn't want you to fall over."

Bernard cocked an eyebrow... sit on her udder? She motioned to the top- not sit against it, she meant for him to climb completely on top. 33 told him the skin of the udder was extra thick even though it was still extra supple- so it was difficult to actually hurt the udder. It still had plenty of pleasure receptors in it though, resulting in her enjoying being rough with it at times. His added weight caused it to squish a bit farther out again the floor, putting the top of the udder below 33's breasts- where normally it was almost as tall as she is. Sitting that much weight on it though, he could feel the milk veins below the surface pressing into his taint. He glanced at her gigantic teats and seen several thin streams leaking out of all four.

33 just chuckled. "Don't worry, there is no carpeting in my place and they installed drains in the floors. This ain't the first time I've sprung a leak. Scrap milk collected that way is still cleaned up and shipped as animal feed." She smushed herself into her own udder, using his weight to anchor it in place so she could lean closer to his elevated crotch, hooking a finger on his sheath to peek inside. "Let's see what we have here..."

Her smile grew quite a bit when not one but two heads popped out. She grabbed one with either hand and slowly rubbed the rubbery heads to coax the rest out. At this higher angle he could see down her shirt- the only article of clothing she wore. Her loose tattered top contained four small breasts with large nipples, no bra. 33 started to gently suckle one of his dicks, cupping the head of the other and rubbing her thumbs into the sensitive corona. She watched him carefully as he closed his own eyes, trying to relax a little even as his body gave a few muffled pops and its overall size grew again, causing his clothing to hug him again, though still fit enough to use. What he thought was an orgasm hit rather suddenly and 33 released his dicks to watch them throb and wobble on their own, knocking into each other. It wasn't an orgasm- he didn't shoot anything but precum, the pleasure was growth firing up. His shafts stretched longer, sliding more and more out of the sheath. They seemed to pause a moment, doubling back slightly and then resumed, having created a medial ring on either shaft. The heads purpled with blood pressure and the glans almost hurt with the pressure as they started to stretch. The slight downward curve leading to the urethra deepened into a mild cleft and the corona stretched wide, causing the bullet shaped head of the human glans to stretch into a more gentle dome of equine glans. The urethral opening stretched out, projecting from the divot it sat in. The final touch of this change was the blood flow equalizing in the shaft again, which helped the skin turn colors. It turned bruised purple and then black like the sheath and balls, but not evenly. The black stopped at the medial ring and the later half was almost all pink, except for one spot that covered the top of the shaft and a quarter of the head on one, and a spot on the middle of the later half of the shaft on the other. They both thought it was done, but then Bernard groaned as he felt extremely pent up in a sudden wave and his balls started to get even bigger! They were already the size of a large work horses nuts, they were growing beyond a horse now!

"Ok, lets get you into the bedroom before your taint goes supernova."

She pulled back, causing the floor to grab onto the soft skin of her udder, rolling the bottom forward and the top back, forcing Bernard to slide off toward her and she caught him on the slope of her supple pink skin and helped him down. She lead him to the bedroom quickly and he immediately noted her bed ended in a large U shape. Her udder was so big it wouldn't make sense for it to be in the bed with her- its so heavy that if she put it on a bed it would fling the other half of the bed into the air and catapult her off. Instead the bottom of the bed was shaped to cradle it, and in the floor was a circular divot with a drain on the bottom to collect milk she leaks while sleeping. 33 did not get into bed normally this time though- her udder flesh would be blocking her crotch if she did that. She told Bernard to lift her up and she faced her udder toward the bed. 33 wanted him to basically toss her over her own udder. He lifted her ontop of it and after a few pleasurable bounces on the top of her own fatty mass she rolled over the front of it, so her upper body was on the bed and her lower body was held up by her udder- presenting it to Bernard. To his surprise she was still packing even more down below! She had the puffy black anus and thick glossy black labia of a mare, but the black flesh continued further up her crotch into two large breasts, below her udder! She had demi-horse tits! Because of her udder, her lowest pair of was basically invisible under it all, but now because of how she was resting, her black breasts had role reversed with her udder- sitting ontop of the udder now. With a few more playful bounces 33 tried to squish her colossal cow part down as flat as she could so Bernard could climb aboard. Since he sat on it earlier and forced some of the milk out, it was a bit squishier now.

She had two waiting holes and it just so happens he has two throbbing dicks, and as an added bonus- the species actually matched. Her huge clit pulsed to part the thick black curtains to her vibrant pink inner walls of her pussy as he lined his dicks up. He meant to thrust in a bit easier, but since he was balanced on her udder, the surface was too wobbly and he fell forward with his thrust- driving himself almost fully in, in one go. She did not seem to mind! Since her lower half was mare, her size was actually perfectly shaped to handle him, even after all his growth. Bernard ended up having to grab her feet just below the ankles to hold onto to thrust into her because he had nothing else solid to brace against. Every slightest movement caused his lower body to tingle in pleasure! The wet, fluttering walls of 33's innards opened to draw his dicks in further, and collapsed to drag against it on their way out as if to keep them from leaving. His still subtly growing balls were squeezed into the soft taught spheres of her black breasts while his ass rest on the gigantic udder. Her horse tail tickled his belly as he thrust into her. He was surprised he lasted as long as he did, and when he came it was again explosive. Lasting for at least 8 minutes, he ended up sliding too far forward on his final thrust as he climaxed so he fell over her and had to put his own hands on the bed to stop himself from falling completely out onto the bed. Once she started to overflow from his volume of cum, 33 arched her back toward him so the flow would run the other way, pooling in the cleavage of her black breasts and the upper udder before running off the sides.

Rather than wait for 33 to clean up before getting cleaned himself and then leaving, 33 got him to shower with her- since it was easier for her if he helped her into the shower anyway. As one could imagine- her shower was gigantic compared to all the other houses because she wouldn't fit even a third of her overall form into a normal one. Even then, Bernard was a bit cramped behind her but 33 did not mind- she helped playfully wash his sheath out, marvelling at how deep into it she could wedge her little hands before it bottomed out. He was packing two horse dongs at roughly two and a half feet long each, and the sheath needed to contain at least that much, minus the blood. It was getting dark when he went to head back and she offerred to walk with him, but he said he would be fine. Bernard would feel really bad if he made her walk with him, knowing what she had to lug around to move anywhere. Bernard ate as soon as he got home, he was going to watch TV after but started to feel horny again, unbelievably, so he went to bed as a way to get his mind off it.

Bernard woke up already in the middle of an orgasm! He apparently got so full over night that an erotic dream made him burst. He did not know how long he had managed to cum was still asleep but he counted at least 8 minutes on the clock by his bed, which means it had to be longer than that. He took a quick shower to clean himself off and as soon as he wandered into the kitchen to get something to eat he seen Morgan standing there! He hadn't gotten dressed yet, so he was startled and tried to cover his crotch with a towel. Of course, Morgan just nudged it out of the way to examine his package again, humming in thought.

"Ok, I will give you the full remainder of your dosage now. Keep in mind this will be intense and sudden as a result. Everything seems to be going perfectly, though." She handed him another onyx slate. "This has the likeness of each available subject you can service currently in it, and their designation number. If there is a red mark at the bottom it means they have marked themselves available to 'play'. So, if you are up to it, you can go to work on everyone."

"All eighty something?!"

Morgan laughed. "Oh gosh no. At least a quarter of the women came here with men already, so they are perminantly taken. You are also the second man on general service. Also there is only 45 women total. Not all subjects are even on the island. Women whos effects were too subtle or ineffective were basically released back into the 'wild' and monitored to make sure they remain hushed about RHE. There are part-critter women around the world, secretly."

Morgan insisted he sit down for this, so Bernard went to the couch and sat on the edge. He was not sure about this really- and still quite nervous about losing himself in it all, and what sort of monster his final form was supposed to be. That was part of the reason he wanted to get it over with though. If he was against it, it would only give him time to depress himself over it. Bernard would just get it over with now so he did not have the chance to be glad or upset.

Bernard almost immediately felt dizzy as blood rushed to his head. The veins in his neck started to pulse with more ugency and his neck itself started to bulk up, thickening with muscle before his spine started to pop and grow longer. His hair line rapidly advanced down keeping pace with the expansion. His ears became leaf shaped and developed new muscle control in the base to allow them to pivot like a horse's ears. The neck became huge for a human but not quite as long as a horses- though it was so thick with muscle it made his head look smaller in comparison. He groaned as his dicks quickly filled to full mast, and then started to overpressurize. He went to grab them but his hands clicked and shifted sharply, now advancing the rest of the way into hooves. His digits fused as the blocky nails fused into a growing hoof to encase them, he would never be able to hold things again... life was going to be tricky without his hands. He wouldn't even be able to masturbate himself! Or so he thought anyway. He felt an odd tugging in the base, like forming muscle that was struggling to find space.

Morgan furrowed her brow. "You might want to slam those on something, its having a bit of trouble."

Following her instructions he slammed both hoof hands onto the edge of the table and they loudly cracked apart! It looked like they had shattered, but the jagged edges crumbled to leave smooth deliberately formed ones! He had fingers again... sort of. He had mutated cloven hooves, two primary toes and then two small ones, except they were all a bit longer than they should be, and the dew claws were much closer to the primary toes than they should be. This meant he could essentially use them as four crude fingers- two on top and two bottom to hold things between. Bernard barely had any time to admire them before he squirmed and arched his back at the feeling of his upper back muscles expanding bigger. The bridge of his nose widened quite a bit, and his nostrils enlarged, causing him to inhale a long sharp breath, which then caused his rib cage to pop several times. His ribs grew a bit longer and his lungs and heart expanded in his chest- aiding his ability to do extreme heavy lifting. His jaws extended ever so slightly, just to put his upper lip at level with the end of his nose as the end of it darkened and became cool and wet- his lips quickly matched the black flesh, giving him a face vaguely similar to a bull. His hips thrust out instinctively at the feeling as his dicks continued to grow! There was an immense pleasure radiating from in his balls as they grew ever so slightly larger as well. His black scrotum no longer hung at all- his soccer ball sized nuts kept it almost completely taught at all times. Even fully relaxed they did not droop much at all. He wanted to touch them to try and feel what was happening inside, but his new hands were pretty much useless for that. He still had sort-of fingers, but the ends were still encased in hoof segments so fine feeling was not their forte. Both his dicks were getting worryingly long now, stretching up past his head in his sitting position! The bases thickened, pulling his sheath skin rock hard from tightness, but the girth tapered off toward the ends, actually getting rather narrow at the very end. The horse glans remained the same on the ends, but were locked in a full flare from the surging pleasure, causing the pre to pool on the head a bit before trickling off the side. The black flesh that made up his junk spread covering up his taint and followed to his anus which inflated into the puffy ring of a horse rump and his thigh muscles inflated causing his ass to grow larger and rounder like a horse as well. The dark flesh trailed into increasingly small blotches up his underside.

The changes seemed to stop but Bernard remained frozen in place, so much pleasure radiating from his nuts that he was afraid if he moved or did anything he would go over the edge.

Morgan nodded, looking him over one last time. "Yup, looks good. So, I will leave you to it. You probably won't need me anymore but I have to make my rounds anyway to check in on people so I will swing by just before lunch each day to check on you. If you don't answer then I will just assume you are busy and come back the next day." She looked him in the face. "And Bernard? Remember, you can still say no. If you don't want to do something, I mean. It is your job to pleasure all the women, but you still have rights. I know I sort of look down on everything from up in the research wing, but you test subjects aren't rats running a maze down here for our ammusement. You are still people. I have friends- heck I have two former co-workers down here. It is a weird community, and a strange way of life- but its a little paradise just the same." She straightened up and her more casual expression returned. "Basically, don't just bang them- get to know them. Have fun with them." She leaned closer, placing a hand on his left nut. "Oh... and uh, before I head out..."

She shoved in on the nut, looking like it should hurt but was instead explosively pleasurable! His ball immediately yanked taught and then the other did the same as both his dicks vibrated with pleasure and he could feel the powerful streams of cum rocketing up the shafts. "Yup, all works. Ok, I will give you some privacy. Have fun!"

The rest of his day was a blurr of hormones, he could barely think straight and every time he came he needed to release again almost 15 minutes later- if he waited more than 25 minutes he started to leak uncontrollably again! Luckily, several women were marked as servicable. He started with 33 since he already knew her. Lining up his cocks was tricky now because fully erect they were taller than he is, so he had to stand several feet back to line up the heads. He met 39 after that, a woman with four huge breasts and teat like nipples, a cow tail and huge bull-like horns. She loved when he yanked back on her horns while fucking her, and tried to help him by pre-emptively tapping him dry, giving him a tit job with her four pack to make him blow almost immediately after banging her, but he still refilled very quickly. Next was a bit of an oddball, 13. Though no larger than the other women, she was as tall as Bernard was with extremely long hooved legs. Her hair was honey colored and to her hip, but then she also had a horse-like tail that trailed honey hair to her ankles- though she kept her tail tightly braided. Her chest oddly had nothing on it- no breasts or even nipples, it was completely blank. Instead she had four breasts in a cluster just over her vulva. They were good sized human breasts, with human sized nipples and no areola- the nipple was the same skin tone as the rest of the breast. Her head was adorned with gigantic ribbed horns- lucky 13 had been mostly given the traits of an Oryx. She was a bit put off by his poorly restrained desperation, but sympathized when she understood he had only just been fully transformed. 13 seemed to have a 'refined' personality, she was beautifully kempt and so was her house. She helped him with a bit of both- laying down to take his lower cock in her pussy, and rest the base of the upper cock on her cluster of tits while sucking on the end of it.

Even once Bernard returned home he masturbated his two dicks the best he could with his proto-hoof hands three times over before he passed out. Then as soon as he woke up he stuffed his face and masturbated again! At least his orgasms stopped increasing in length, but they stopped at an already staggeringly exhausting 10 minutes long each. He made a massive mess with all his cum each and every time, and thanks to having two dicks there was two streams to worry about. When they actually went flaccid his sheath was so grotesquely stuffed it was almost round with all the skin jammed in it and you could also see a slight bulge on his lower gut where it continued inside of his torso. I was soft now at least. It was already dark out again and he had spent the entire day doing nothing but trying to get himself off, over and over. He stumbled to the front door, groggy and not knowing what to do now. He popped his head out to get some fresh air and noticed a note on the doorstep in handwriting so ornate it was almost above his ability to read. It was just a quick note left by 13 telling him things will settle down, and to see her if he needed help again. 33 seemed to love fooling around with him too, and teasing him with her sweet voice. He smiled a bit, thinking about what Morgan said about this still being a community. Even if he turned into some sexual monster- at least he was in good company. He glanced at the registry slate for Maple, but she was not listed as available. He glanced out his still open door though, and seen the lights were on in her house still. He wasn't feeling horny for the first time all day, but he went to her place anyway.

She answered her door, immediately glancing to the ground with a blush at his new, massive form. "I don't... need..."

"I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out. Or watch TV or something. I was sort of feeling... lost. Just standing around my place."

She glanced at him breifly, her blush remained but a small smile joined it. "Oh. Yea, come in."

She was swathed in a blanket, so he did not see till she returned to the couch and let it fall down. She had transformed again herself, though not quite as radically as he did. Her ears became gigantic, though still leaf shaped they drooped on either side of her head- a long eared species of cow. She wore no top and her skirt was pulled down a bit in the front as to not obstruct a tiny udder! It was a cow udder, but not very big at all. The four unified jiggly pink mounds hosted thumb sized teats, but each segment was only about as big as a firm C cup breast at most. When he sat on the other side of the couch, she moved closer and gently rest the weight of her right breast on his leg only half knowingly.

She glanced at him a few times- Bernard caught the glint of gold out of the corner of his eye. "You are afraid and happy at the same time."

He looked at her surprised. "H-how did you know?"

"...It's all I have been feeling the last few days."

"I just keep thinking about what you said about losing yourself to this and... I spent the entire day in just a blur of crazy horniness. By the time I was able to calm down and actually think straight it was already night."

Maple got up and scrounged around through papers on a table, picking up an onyx slate to show him- it displayed his file like his own slate displayed the women. She then walked over to a diploma she had framed on the wall and tapped the tablet to a crest on the corner of it.

*RHE Personnel. Level 4 Authorisation confirmed.*

Maple let him see the slate again and now it displayed every genetic code used to create his body and listed off features meant to be brought out and their intended purposes.

Maple cleared her throat, using her finger to point to parts of his body while her eyes focussed on the slate. "Increased upper body muscle mass thanks to bull genetics, allows for heavy lifting with ease. Most likely for the extremely endowed women you will be dealing with. Hooves, like most subjects because it makes standing for long periods of time easier. Ah here we go, custom enhanced prostate size and capacity- enfused with pig genetics. The pig genes are why your balls are so enormous and your orgasms so incredibly long. You took an enlarged dose earlier today it says?" He just nodded. "Your hormone craze is a result of your body adjusting and also the excess forumla that is still in your system- you won't be like that normally, that was just a one-time thing. You CAN have sex repeatedly like that if you wanted to- your built to be able to, but you don't have to." She glanced at him only a moment to adjust her pointing finger to the bulge in his pants that was his gigantic nuts. "And you have no testicles anymore."

"Wait, what? Yes I do."

"No, you don't. Your scrotum contains what is essentially two more prostates. You are here to trick bodies into thinking they are pregnant or incredibly sexually active so they can be tricked into lactating forever. You aren't supposed to be able to get anyone pregnant, so your balls were converted into more prostate power, which is why you have basically zero refractory period. Getting your nuts slapped probably feels GOOD now." Bernard remembered to when Morgan pushed in on one and made him cum almost instantly. "Your twin shafts are for... well, y'know, occupying two holes at once, which is also why they are oriented ontop of each other. Genes from a shark- which basically has two dicks is what helped make that a thing. Hmm, quite a few modifications there."

"Really? What? I wish Dr. LaFey explained my body a bit more."

Maple smiled knowingly a moment. "She has always been a bit odd. The skin density of your entire genital region has been increased- so like 33's udder, your junk is durable. The shaft length was modified with Orca genes to make it bigger, longer, but also give it the tapered form. This allows it to still fit into tighter women, but it expands lower down allowing it to still fill looser ones. When urinating only the bottom penis connects to the bladder, the other does nothing so you don't need to worry about having to aim both. Oh and your hands are loosely cervine based, but custom modded. It seems most of your traits were horse based, but the actual gene percentage is split all over the place- human is the only dominant percentage."

"So... I won't get consumed by lust or anything?"

Maple sighed, thinking for a long moment. "I shouldn't show you this... but..."

She took his hand and lead him out of her house and down less used paths toward the research facilities. His hand was so huge compared to hers it was like he was holding hands with a doll. She lead him to a door so well hidden he did not even realize it was a door till she opened it. It was in the side of a hill that lead to where the research buildings were. She brought him through narrow corridors and finally out into a gigantic facility filled with pipes and a few more test subjects. The first subject he seen here was 07. She looked quite absorbed into a video game she was playing on a laptop resting on the top curve of her breasts, while she was suspended in the air on a soft bed mounted near the roof of the gigantic chamber. Her breasts hung below her.... each one was the size of a small HOUSE. Thin blue veins could be seen below the skin in several places and her impossibly huge breasts were supported by a metal ring cushioned by an inflatable lining that hugged her nipples. Her nipples were almost as big as Maple's entire body. 07 never left this part of the facility because its physically impossible to move her! Rather than animal genes, her test was on vorpal amalgamation- she essentially had portals in her tits drawing a seemingly endless supply of milk.

The next one they seen was the less fortunate subject 09. She did not look the slightest bit human. Rather, it looked like an unnaturally huge cow with four legs clustered in the front and her two rear legs suspended by a mechanical platform to keep her body on a steep tilt at all times. That was to hold up her six-teat udder, which was almost twice the size of the rest of her. Her entire underside was riddled with giant milk veins trailing into the udder, overlapping each other under the skin. She still had human hair on top of her head and there was a food and water dispenser just under her head. She wore a VR headset that apparently simulated being in a field with others like her. Her mind had degraded to that of a cow- so she was unable to distinguish VR from reality.

Subject 17 looked just like a goat with an exceptionally large udder, but lewdly she was thrusting herself back on a mounted dildo, and there was several more around her. Her area was a circle of well kept grass and a dome over it of a holographically projected sky. Maple explained that while she is still perfectly mobile- her brain regressed almost to that of a normal goat, and her lust insatiable, she almost never stops humping her toys.

Then finally subject 69. Her area was enclosed- a house inside of the larger chamber, with one-way windows that let the researchers look in without disturbing her. She had a huge round bed in the middle of the room and very rarely ever moved- because it was extremely hard for her to move. She had a gigantic cow udder a bit larger than a beanbag chair, but above what was six very huge human breasts in two rows of three! Her torso was inhumanly long just to allow it all to fit in the first place, but the weight was so much that she could not actually stand up and was almost always laying on her side on her bed with her giant array of tits flopped over the side. Her arms but not her body were covered in downy soft white fur, and her hands were semi-paw like, and her neck was longer and furry as well- the fur ended where her hair line would be if she had normal hair. Her face projected out slightly and had long whiskers- features of a ferret.

Maple looked at Bernard again. "They are all well fed, housed, and are happy but... i mean, look at them. They know what they were getting into- these were not their original transformations. They got addicted to knowing how much milk they could make to help people, how much pleasure they felt being milked, or just the thrill of being so disturbingly well endowed. They... lose themselves in pleasure. They didn't stop till it was all they had become. I wonder if RHE founder, Moth even knew how some of these would end up."

"This is what you meant? You thought you might... end up like these?"

"Maybe. The things that happen here... I mean, calling on... your... services, would be considered, I dunno, slutty in the outside world. I am not like that though. But normal conventions don't apply here, it was hard to train myself to accept that. I don't want to seem like a slut, or someone flaunting their freakish endowments to get some sort of ego high. And it feels good- physically- so I did not want to forget myself, even if it was on purpose like these women." She bowed her head and nudged her head into his side, unintentionally prodding his hip with her miniscule horns. "Don't let my stupid fears infect your mind. Even I am getting over them, and they were never well founded to begin with. I am still me. Hell, even these women are still themselves in some shape or form- I just can't see it myself. Your hormone burst was just your body adjusting. I can definitely see how that scared you, but don't worry, you still have control. And you can contact Morgan if you have any other worries- you might have to pester her a little, but she will always help. And... us other subjects too. We are all here for each other. Ok?"

Only two days later, Bernard had adjusted himself much better. At least well enough to stop trying to fit into clothing- as even the largest sizes still did not work. He wore shirts because a tight shirt wasn't that uncomfortable as long as it was short sleeve. Pants would not work without moddifying a pouch in the front and then it just looked weird, so he gave them up entirely and switched to loin clothes. They did not cover everything all the time, but if someone is looking hard enough to see much then its on them for being a perv. 33 was relaxing letting her udder bob gently in the pool water when she felt someone poking it from the underside.

"Hey! You little butt, get out from under there!"

Bernard popped his head back out from under the water by her udder, chuckling. "Oh sorry, I thought I had discovered a new island."

13 swam up behind him and grabbed him, pinning his arms at his side in a hug. When she swam the long hair on her head and tail looked like rivers of molten gold in the water. 39 was laying on her back on a towel beside the pool with sunglasses on while 82- Maple worked suntan lotion onto the four huge breasts.

Maple grunt in frustration. "You have too many crevices!"

46 sighed from under the shade of a parasol, trying to read a book. "Can we keep it down a little?"

33 glanced over at her. "Y'know you could read that... literally anywhere else."

"Well... I like a LITTLE noise. I get in my own head when its too quiet."

Morgan hustled up to the group from further up the path were her onyx slate under her arm and a smile. "Hey all! Good to see ev- AH!"

The nearly full goat subject 17 ran up and headbutt her into the pool and then bolted off around the back of one of the houses, never once even slowing down its charge.

Morgan surfaced again quickly with a shocked look on her face, then her eyes slowly narrowed. "...who left the secret bunker open?"

Bernard and Maple exchanged glances and everyone started laughing. Bernard was going to like it here working for RHE. And he was very good at his job- after all, he was practically made to mate.