(Warning: This story includes futa and cum inflation)
Background: In the distant future, humanity truly takes to the stars. A golden age of science and technology launches the species into a universe merely dreamt of my previous generations. Medicine progresses and increases the human lifespan, aided by interspecies cooperation with alien worlds. One of the big players in biological research, Cygnus, is well known for testing the boundaries of what the human body can do.
Individuals can sign up to be experimented on with alien genes, in exchange for large sums of money of course...
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A shadowy figure figure passes by the tinted doors of the test bay. It shuffles with a bag for some time, before finally pulling something out. Something on the other side beeps, and the doors slide open with a *fwoosh*.
A busty woman in a black sweater and lab coat struts in, drops her bag on a counter in the corner of the room, and starts typing on a nearby console. She has dark brown hair put up in a professional style, and wears a pair of glasses with narrow frames.
"Umm, hey?" A young woman asks from a bed in the center of the room.
The woman in the sweater gasps and spins around, startled, revealing her disheveled hair and tired face.
"Jeez, you scared the shit outta me," she exclaims. "Sorry I didn't see you before, you're... uhhhh." she shuffles through some notes, "Danni, right?"
"Yeah, that's me," Danni sheepishly replies. "You're Ms. Operator, right? This place seems pretty fancy." She says, looking around at the endless variety of sensors, vials, and consoles lining the walls. Through another set of doors, it looks like there's some sort of living space. "Are you alright? You look beat," she asks.
"Yeah, just a late night as usual... and I've got a real name, but we all just go by Operator during tests due to privacy concerns," the busty scientist explains. "You might want to change into those-" she gestures across the room, "they'll be more comfortable than what you've got on, and they'll stretch more. Do you have any questions before we begin?"
Danni walks across the room and retrieves the uniform. "Uhhh yeah, is there anywhere I can change, and what exactly am I going to be doing here? Am I helping tend to some aliens, or cleaning, or what?" She asks.
"You can change over there through those doors. And it's not exactly that sort of work.. I thought the applications were more specific nowadays, but I guess not. You'll be participating *in* the experiments here," she double checks her tablet, "yup, says right here; signed and everything!"
Danni swiftly changes and marches back into the room. "Alright, I'm ready to start! I'm so glad you chose me for the extra help!" She beams, trying to make a good impression.
"Oh, okay, just lie down on the bed for now," The Operator orders. She gets up and starts fiddling with some chemicals and vials.
Danni makes herself comfortable on the bed, which is strangely lined with a papery doctors office sort of material. "So, you been at this long?" she asks, desperate to break the awkwardness with some small talk.
"Yeah, what has it been... like five years now?" The Operator recalls, approaching the bed. She's holding a syringe filled with a viscous red liquid that has a slight glow. She removes her lab coat, tossing it on a nearby table and revealing her large bust pressing out against her sweater. "This part's still pretty fun after all that time though..." she muses, licking her lips.
