The sound of metal and glass sliding against each other woke Tiffany. She looked around the room that she was in. Everything was white and sterile. Wasn't she in her office last time she was awake? Who had moved her, for what purpose, and how? A floodgate of questions began to roil through her mind. A sudden tingling in her stomach made her attention move from the room to her own body. She then remembered the last state of things. Ani had appeared to her and the two of them... She felt her heart leap into her throat. What had she done? She looked down at her stomach, and to her surprise it was no longer distended and hanging oddly off her body. She was still in the nude and her purse and clothing was nowhere to be seen. Tiffany stood up in a flash, and that same strange tingling sensation in her stomach made her groan out. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't delightful either. She scanned the room and saw a hard cot sitting at the far corner of the room. It was white as well, making it hard to see at first.
In a flash Tiffany darted across the small space. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her stomach to try and keep warm. The room wasn't freezing, but the lack of anything in it made it feel colder than it really was. She frowned at the shape of her bust. It looked so full with her arms pushing them together. They were far larger than she had ever imagined though. They stood out heavily away from her body, and only requested the attention of anyone who walked past her. Tiffany grunted as the strange tingling spread through her legs and down to her toes. What was causing that feeling? She stood up again and danced from foot to foot to try and relieve herself of the odd sensation. She moved around the room in a clockwise rotation. She looked at each wall but was unable to find anywhere that would let her open a door.
Just as she thought she saw something that looked like a handle the wall moved to reveal a glass partition. Standing on the other side was Jen and Diana. The two of them were standing completely nude, their heavy breasts and thick phalluses made Tiffany rethink their names. These were no longer Jen and Diana. These were the alter egos that she had met in the dream world, well Diana she hadn't met in the dream world but she suspected that she had gone to the same place. They had all been exposed to that strange material that Jayme had messed up, how long ago was that? Tiffany raised a hand to her mouth in shock, her eyebrows climbing up her forehead. She was starting to show symptoms of cognitive functions. She didn't resist the strange dream girl... and she had also accepted Jen and Diana back at the office.
The memory of what had happened zoomed back through her mind. She could remember the two of them unclothing themselves, kneeling down and.... oh God what had she done? Tiffany's hands began to shake and her knees felt weak. She dropped to the floor and raised one shaky hand to the glass partition. Jen hunched down, the tip of her thick cock brushing the ground in front of her. Jen's cheeks turned red and her mouth opened a bit. She reached a hand forward and touched the glass right where Tiffany's hand was placed, "it's okay Tiffany, you will be safe here. Didi explained to me about the lab testing facilities. They had overnight rooms and the like. We just had to get you into a contamination room until you accepted us and Ani. It's like good for you." Jen tilted her head with a smile and nodded at Tiffany, whose heart was now pounding so loud in her ears it was difficult to think. Was that because of the rushing sound of blood in her ears, or was that the bacteria changing her thinking reflexes?
"It's okay Tif Tif; Sato has always treated you and me well. I mean think about it, we never could have been exposed to such a wonderful transformation if we both hadn't worked here." Didi said as one of her hands snaked around one of her cocks mindlessly. She stroked at the tip and a drop of precum dribbled slowly in a long string onto the ground. Tiffany felt her body shake with both rage and cold. How could she have let herself become this exposed to an untested drug. Why had she taken it in the first place to give to her boss that she had thought was a bitch? The woman still was a bitch, but for entirely different reasons. She felt a tear stream down her cheek and she curled up her fingers into a fist. She hit the glass and Jen pulled her hand away and stood back up. Tiffany pounded her fist again, but the glass was shatterproof. She had worked at Sato long enough to know that the contamination rooms were far more secure than most places.
"I don't blame Sato or even think that Sato Corporation is a part of this at all, I think that this is just a foolish mistake that I like made..." Tiffany bit her lip in frustration. Her voice seemed more airy and bubbly. Was she always that dumb sounding? She looked down feeling ashamed of herself. Her breasts did look bigger. She had to hold back raising a hand to them. They would be fun to play with if only for a few minutes. She looked back up and Diana was covering her mouth, clearly hiding a frown from the other woman. Jen's cheeks were still red and she was stroking at her penis slowly and gently. She had grown too aroused from it touching the ground. She rubbed at the tip and raised her head back, the cascade of her golden curls tussled at the top of her ass. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. Her heavy breasts began to shake as she stroked at her erection, and Diana quickly reached a hand over to touch Jen's arm.
"We can't do that yet Jen; we need to wait for Tiffany." She jerked her head to the side as though Tiffany couldn't hear a word of it, but Jen reluctantly removed her fingers from their lock on her penis and she frowned down.
"This will probably hurt in a minute, but in the end if it is for our little Tif Tif..." Jen was cut off as the partition between the glass and Tiffany slid back into place. She stood there with her fists balled up out of anger. Why was she locked away, when they were the ones that were contaminated? Where was security at this hour? There were normally a few men who made rounds that would notice two crazed women that were completely nude and had large phalluses protruding from their pelvis. She didn't care who you were, the site was strange and begged to be addressed. Tiffany moved in a circle again her hand running through her hair as she scrubbed at her scalp out of frustration. She hadn't really been aware of the coloration until then and stopped to admire it. The color was a deep platinum blonde, and it somehow kept a perfect curl that fell loose between her fingertips. She ran a hand through her hair and the sensation of the ends rubbing against her back made her giggle.
