Becoming Monsters 2 Ch 59

Becoming Monsters Chapter 59: Innovation Is The Mother Of Solutions

Sunday services a few hours later were met with blurry eyes and many wives sleeping through the entire service in their pews. Those that could attend, anyway. Whether it was rambunctious orgy sex or constantly waking up when the babies cried through the night, sleep became more precious than gold for Honoka's family.

And the less said about everyone's outfits, the better. They weren't quite wearing bedsheets converted into togas, but it was close. Cousins and mothers donated to the cause; however, unless the family was willing to spend thousands of dollars they didn't have, they didn't own much of anything that fit .They didn't look awful or immodest, though local stores found their stock of safety pins disappearing overnight.

Because great aunts, grandmothers and other family were happy to babysit, it was with exhausted relief they all stumbled into their pews and listened to the dwarf preacher. Afterward, it was with some resigned dread that they shuffled back home to either start their day or try to get a few spare seconds of shut eye.

At least, that's what Honoka

thought.

"[Did you get Gwyneth's done yet?]" Diane whispered to Padmava as they walked the streets of the Lair.

"[Almost, but I've only had one day to work on it,]" Padmava whispered back, head bent low to keep her hissing voice from carrying.

"[Well, if Miaka is done translating...]"

When Diane trailed off, Honoka realized her head was turned and it was obvious to everyone she was trying to eavesdrop the conversation. With a start and blush, Honoka quickened her pace and beat down her natural curiosity.

When they arrived the gate - which was in the process of being fixed! - Honoka's father and two brothers were out there with beams of wood, concrete and other various construction tools as they worked on replacing the broken doors. Waving their way through the construction project, when the others passed through, Diane gave a pointed look at the other wives and they all nodded as if silently knowing something Honoka didn't. It must have showed on Honoka's face, because the succubus waved her hand and gave firm warning.

"We're working on your birthday present, no peeking or allocating for the next two hours."

"Awwww!" Honoka moaned, slumping into childish depression as she desperately wanted to find out what they had in store for her a week and a half from now. The next two hours were torture while she piddled from project to project, eventually ending up playing a quick couple of matches of FBB with her guildies. The games highlighted the previous almost-pro gamer had gotten rusty in the last month. Now frustrated on top of her overwhelming curiosity, Honoka decided on a quick snack before the meeting she scheduled to go over the budget with the girls and their new lawyer.

"Oh, ¡guau!"

Julietta exclaimed while entering into the top of the nursery. Following Banda, Diane and Philip, the group trooped their way down the equivalent of three flights of stairs with the mummy trying to look at everything at once.

Honoka agreed, there was a lot to see. Douglass finished the gate yesterday, working on shoring up the walls of the temporary aquarium for Baby Uzume with Abra's help, occasionally adding rods or rebar to make sure nothing cracked. Earlier, it got loud when Honoka's father and brothers excavated half the room to prepare for this, tons of dungeon rock piled near the stairs and waiting for the right time and manpower to hike it outside. Two of Dolly's sisters were using long ropes to wrangle Arun's feathered and serpentine qezicoatle body from the ceiling and down to the waiting barrels of milk for his feeding. A trio of very well endowed minotaur bulls...ahem...assisted eight holstaur girls in the corner at their milking stations as Uncle Sammy joked with his niece and Georgia while moving the large barrels over to help the hobgoblin feed little demonic Zoe, who was crying, fussy, and shooting hot fire out of her tiny toosh, burning up yet another diaper.

The milking stations had some partitions up. This was done at the behest of the dozens of volunteering family who understood that sex = more milk, who were willing to even be in the same room while the cows got filled and drained, they just didn't want to have to

see

is all in front of them all the time.

Well, there were plenty of those that tried to watch and even join in, but by now they had managed to mostly keep all the teenagers out after The Incident. Eve was still trying to get the video off all the streaming sites and the offenders were grounded until they finished college.

In the center of this circus, Honoka sat on the floor wearing her spandexy and neon pink workout/feeding outfit, balancing a laughing Buttercup on her massive chocolate muffin tummy while trying to get her to finish her bottle. Buttercup, oblivious, her wispy red hair in a constant state of crackling floof, just thought it was a game and kept laughing as she sent out bolts of electricity from her brown baby hands with enough juice to power half of Harvardtown. As was becoming standard for dealing with the little pikachu, Honoka had her Health cranked up above fifty, each shock feeling like someone rubbed their socked feet across carpet and then touched a doorknob: not pleasant, but not life threatening. Knowing the meeting was going to start soon, Honoka had also gotten a hefty dose of Endurance, her stomach losing inches every minute.

"Sorry to pull you away on a Sunday, but our schedules have just not been able to mesh until now." Honoka wasn't looking, her face triumphant as little Buttercup finally accepted the nipple and sucked away the milk at an inhuman rate from the gallon bottle.

"No pasa nada, chica."

Julietta either dyed her hair or was wearing a new wig, her locks now short and green over her mummy wrappings. She wore what Honoka classified as Casual Professional: pastel rose button up, top left untucked and sleeves rolled partway up her arms, black capri jeans and comfortable red flats. She carried a fancy leather document bag on one shoulder and quirked a curious smile as she looked around the room. "Would it be too forward to say it looks like you've been busy, if you know what I mean?"

"Not going to deny it." Buttercup happily suckling, Honoka managed to glimpse the others with the mummy. Philip was still in his Sunday clothing, white shirt and blue tie with tan slacks (he must have dressed himself because the colors didn't mesh). Diane had gotten out of her church clothing in the hallway outside her room the moment they got home and was in her uniform of vacuum tight flame print orange and black yoga pants and a black T saying in bloated white letters

Sperm Bank Open, Please Leave Deposit At Entrance

with arrows pointing up, down and even one in back pointing down into her ultimate booty (Honoka felt a trill of disgust before she squanched it down, how Diane got her meals was Diane's business).

The oddly dressed one was Banda. Wearing a tight and ill fitting combination of flannel and jeans borrowed from some male donors working at the dairy, it was barely enough to keep her covered and supported past the ripped and zip-tied cloth. Honoka was sure that there were bathing suits with more square footage. That wasn't the odd part, though. Traveling up her shoulders and head covered in her metallic, silvery fur, sitting on top of her golden horns, Banda now wore the largest cowgirl hat in existence. White with a gold band, it was tall enough Honoka wondered if the large taurine had become the new owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.

"Don't say it," Banda growled, clomping her way past Honoka as she made her way to the holstaur's in the corner, one of which Honoka realized was Banda's sister DeeDee.

"Say what,

partner?"

Honoka replied, laying her Southern on thick with a Texan twang.

Banda's eye twitched, and it must has been one joke too far for the obviously frustrated girl. "Ug! Its this stupid halo, it...you know what? This thing is too hard to describe, everyone's about to get a show."

When the milking holstaur girls and their male gigolos heard Banda say that, all of their eyes went wide and they tried to either get out of the milking stirrups or out of the girls in the stirrups. What became apparent is it was already too late as Banda tipped her hat off and lets it fall to the floor, the light in the large basement room doubling in brightness as Banda's celestial taurine halo blazed out and lit up everything with its pure bright light. To most of the people in the room, all they could do was squint if they looked towards the corner of the room until their eyes adjusted.

The light had other effects on the taurines in the room.

"MOOOOOOO!!" With each woman and man crying out in bovine ecstasy over the sound of stretching rubber, the holstaurs and minotaurs began to grow. If Honoka had to describe it from her more explicit vantage point, it was like they were all becoming

more

taurine, as if Honoka were allocating all the bonuses of a holstaur onto another holstaur or a minotaur onto a minotaur. Horns grew longer and thicker, faces stretched longer as their eyes changed from the familiar colors of humans to the black of cattle. Fur sprouted along most of their body instead of just their neck, back shoulders and legs, hooves nearly doubling in size as a way to support all the other changes.

Because if there was ever a collection of defining traits for the taurine Races, it was muscle and boobs. And while the girls and boys didn't grow more than a few extra feet taller, each of them easily quadrupled in mass as their muscles took on an obscene life of their own, bloating outward until it looked like their heads would just be swallowed up inside their traps and pecs before some effect compressed them down into more reasonable (still proportionally double what they where) sizes, not so much cut and chiseled, more as if each muscle were held inside by not enough skin and any moment each taut section of their bodies were about to explode.

The holstaur girls would need those muscles to move around because their tits all got a octoplet helping of whatever that light was passing around. Most of them had managed to get the suction cups for the pumps off (one girl didn't, her enlarging teats breaking yet another set of cups as she joined the other girls in the expansion), so most of the plastic parts didn't break when so much milk filled their collective breasts. Honoka was oddly reminded of a dream she had about drinking the wrong potion and flooding the room in white cream. Banda, who was nearly twice as large and had about seven times as much boob as any of these girls, suddenly found herself the largest in the room by only a narrow margin. And it wasn't so much that the girls got larger breasts as they just filled up with that much milk. For a moment, that milk stayed inside the straining orbs, each breast looking about ready to pop, then within a few seconds there was enough gallons of milk hitting the ground from the line of Niagra Tits that lactate was already washing across the yards and splashing up against Honoka and the others.

"Get it...

uuugh!...

mooo

ut!"

DeeDee shouted to the minotaur behind her, the only guy that didn't move fast enough to pull out before the changes hit. Based on what the other two minotaur had swinging between their legs, the reason was obvious. Those dicks weren't large like these guys were well hung, they were each literally as big as Honoka. The

testicles

hanging low underneath were each the size of bowling balls and had veins on them large enough that the room could see pulsing throbs through the sack.

The minotaur with his dick stuck in DeeDee appeared to be David, Banda's former fiance and, in Honoka's opinion, a perfect manly specimen from her memory of meeting him a month ago. Most girls would be turned off by having the reddish brown furred manly bull go from Mr. Universe into Mr. Multiverse, but Honoka found her woman snatch growing wet as he grunted and snorted, trying to pull out before his eyes went literally red and he just started pounding DeeDee for all she was worth. For her part, Banda's sister mooed loudly enough to wake up a few of the sleeping children while her breast volume increased faster than the other holstaurs and milk was shooting out of her teats hard enough to splash Banda like a pair of fire hoses.

"AAAARRGGGG!!" David shouted, orgasming like he was a pirate taking his wench, his whole body straining with power as the cum factories between his legs contracted in time to push his load into the holstaur girl before slumping down on top of her furred backside.

Looking around at the damage, all of this happening in the space of only a few minutes, Banda picked her giant hat back up and put it on, the entire room growing dim enough that for a moment most people couldn't see anything before their eyes adjusted. When sight was returned to the inhabitants of the room, the taurine group were almost all back to their normal sizes, though most of them looked worn out as they slumped onto either their pumping stations or the ground, a few of them already asleep.

"What do I need to do to get some of that?" Georgia asked, one of her hands down her jeans on the other side of the room.

"Only works on taurines, and I might have screwed up the milking schedule with this little stunt," Banda replied, wincing as she took in the wasted milk. "Any taurine that gets hit with my halo is supercharged for as long as they get hit with it. Problem is, conservation of energy still exists and it burns through the person's SP like a match at a harmless gasoline fight. Found this out the hard way when Aunt Cholena arrived yesterday and some of the guests from Japan got an unexpected strip show. They took videos. Which means so long as my tribe is around, I'm stuck wearing this stupid hat."

"I can see how that would be a problem," Philip said, his eyes locked on his wife and from the tent in his pants, he didn't think of it as a problem at all.

"Are you kidding? Auntie is already lining up eligible girls from the dairy for Honoka - including herself! - so that she can finally corner the holstaur milk market. Until then, she's offering to pay me a percentage of the dairy's revenue to have me spend about ten hours a week topside and just stand there during milkings.

That was huge! Honoka had no idea the actual numbers, but with the hundreds of holstaur girls getting milked twice a day, the Boston Dairy Cholena ran probably brought in millions of dollars. To get some of that for the family would mean a great deal to ease whatever financial burdens they were currently having.

"Get that in writing and have me read over the contract before you do or agree to anything," Julietta interjected, popping the bubble as she pulled out a folder of papers from her leather case. "The deals that go wrong the most are informal and between family."

Properly sobered up, the group sat down for the family meeting concerning their various overhanging problems with the government. While Diane and Philip sat next to each other, Diane unlocking her handy datapad and getting her notes ready, Banda split off to help with the milkers in the corner while Eve made her way to sit next to Julietta, one breast out as she fed little Zoe, the fiendish appearance of the baby matched by the mother and making it look adorable, in a demonic way.

Honoka was in the center, her tummy now back to its flat state and Buttercup asleep in her arms, little bolts still shooting out as she twitched in her baby dreams. "Ok, as you can see with just handling our kids, we are a busy bunch of mothers. If you can break it down as simply as possible, Julietta, that would be best."

"Long term, you are going to be fine," Julietta said assuringly in her cadency Latin voice, her wrappings fluttering a little as she spread out sheets of paper onto the now dry ground (the dungeon made quick work of the spilt milk). "The IRS and other agencies have the right to invade your lives, but they don't have the right to harass. So long as you are doing nothing illegal - and over the last week I've seen nothing in the documents you've sent over - you are completely in the clear. Even if they shut you down I can have an injunction brought up against the shut down and they would then have to get a court ruling before doing anything else and that would take years. They would also lose, and they know it, meaning they would likely try to settle out of court to get some kind of restriction placed on you. This might turn into a huge deal, but if it does I've got the backing of my entire firm to make sure you win this case.

"The only major roadblock you have right now is the FDA. They're going to swarm you like a plague of locust and they won't stop until they've made sure you are following your cGMPs to the letter."

"The what now?" Honoka asked, her eyes already swimming from all the lawyerese laid out in front of her.

"Current Good Manufacturing Practices," Diane replied, pulling up a document listing Diane Lonnegan board certified by the United Alchemist Association on her pad. "Solomon made sure I was compliant with all procedures because he wanted my potions to legit. I technically ran my own business independently before merging with

Becoming Monsters

. I have all the SOPs and batch records to meet ISO 9002 qualifications."

"I say again,

the what now?"

Honoka said quietly, gently rocking the baby in her arms.

"Any product that is ingested requires mountains of paperwork proving everything came from somewhere and meets certain standards," Eve said, looking over the papers as if she understood them. "The FDA is in charge of making sure companies that sell those ingestibles are doing it right and according to NSF guidelines. Diane is saying she knows how that works for potions and has been following those rules. I also know Banda's milk is legal because I've been the one filling out her batch records and her certification is from Cholena as a sort of partnership between the dairy and our guild."

"I understand a little bit about this," Philip said in a reassuring tone, seeing that Honoka was getting overwhelmed. "Used to work at the Hershey plant before becoming a cop, so I'm joining your guild to handle all your certifications. Abra has the most problems, the only reason she hasn't been shut down probably because no FDA agent was willing to travel down to her home before. Within the next month, not only will we be following FDA guidelines, we'll be ISO 9002 certified, which is kind of like the FDA for every other country outside of the US, allowing us to sell our products internationally."

"As I said, long term you are going to be fine." Pulling out more papers, Julietta spread them out over top of the others. "Short term, I'm going to probably live in one of your offices just so I can be on hand and stop or manage anyone who steps into your private property. As of right now, you are under attack and I think I have an idea who is pulling the strings. I can keep most of them from shutting you down, but every time that happens it is going to cost money."

"Which brings us to the main topic of this meeting," Eve stated as she pulled out her own stack of papers and booted up her laptop that Georgia brought over from where Eve was at.

Honoka was trying to keep her breathing from turning into a full on panic attack, but she wasn't succeeding. It wasn't like Honoka was ignorant of these situations and problems. However, every time she wanted to do something she ran into an insurmountable wall built by her inexperience. Honoka designed massive buildings, so she understood federal regulations, but a building code is miles away from food and drug regulations. She had a natural inclination to be frugal and could save money, but sorting percentages of funds towards state and federal taxes while making sure an operations budget floated dozens of women and children and a multifaceted business for a projected amount of time was beyond even her mathematically oriented mind. Now the business was being attacked by multiple government organizations and Honoka was getting perilously close to just digging a hole in the ground and hiding in said hole until everything went away.