Autus Ch. 01

Eventually, after a plain dinner and a dull day, Gwen went to sleep. Her dreams were uninteresting and easily forgotten as the morning came. She sat up and groaned, rubbing her eyes. She had no reason to be up in the mornings, her phone hadn't rung to wake her up, she wasn't going job hunting, and she certainly didn't have any plans. Through bleary vision she looked around her room, almost wishing she were back home. As she did so, her eyes fell on the only table, with the strip of paper on it. Suddenly, Gwen remembered what she had to do.

She grabbed her phone. It was where it always was when she slept, on the floor beside her bed. The time was 10:03AM, just giving her a couple of hours to make her decision. Gwen had a tendency to sleep for long periods of time if she didn't have an alarm. Perhaps she was a sloth in a past life, she thought with a small grin as she walked into her toilet to relieve herself. When she was done, her attention fell on the paper.

Sleeping on it hadn't helped much. She still couldn't make a final decision on it. It was an experiment, maybe it wouldn't do anything to her at all? She hadn't heard anything about it before, so it was clearly still in its early stages. But then it might work too well, maybe she'd go in wanting a decent sized cock, maybe nine inches, and walk away with one three feet long. Unnoticed by her conscious mind, a small burn of desire went through her at the thought of the latter.

As she sat on her bed, staring at it, time went by. The deadline was drawing closer and closer. Gwen's mind drifted to Connie again, and the accompanying desire that it brought. If she went through with this, maybe she'd have a chance with the hot young woman. Gwen nearly kicked herself then, as she realised that missing this opportunity was like throwing away her only interest, which, at the time, was solely Connie. Before her resolve could waver, Gwen rushed about getting dressed.

In less than ten minutes, she was on a bus heading to the university campus. The directions were simple, go to point A, then B, then C and so on. It was a local university, one for those mostly on a budget. This didn't inspire much confidence in Gwen, however she had looked into slightly the night before, finding that the, while it wasn't famous, it did have a high focus on cosmetic science and had produced many of the people leading in those fields. It just fell under the radar for most people.

After about half an hour of riding buses she stepped off at the campus. There weren't many students out at that moment, so either classes were in effect, or it was a holiday that Gwen wasn't aware of. It didn't particularly matter to her, as she made her way to the building given on the paper. She found it easily enough, since it was one of the few large sections of the main building. Walking into the building, she noticed a clock saying it had just gone 12:30.

Inside, the walls were almost completely white. The floor was the same colour, with a completely flat surface with black lines acting as the only decoration on it. On the walls, there were a couple of boards with papers pinned to them, with writing on them that Gwen knew she would have no idea what was written on there. Throughout the room were numerous tables, with a chrome silver paintjob, though why Gwen couldn't quite understand. Maybe because it looked scientific, she thought.

In the centre were two women jotting down on a tablet. Most people used them, but paper had remained, even if it was mostly artists and 'revolutionary poets' using them because it wasn't the norm anymore. Gwen would frequent charity shops or actual book stores; she just had a preference for the feel of actual pages. It was something her parents had bequeathed to her in a sense, as they had a fairly large collection of physical books.

The two were talking in hushed tones. They were clearly focused on something, though based on one of their expressions, Gwen knew they were somewhat worried by the lack of people who were coming. She tapped on a table, getting their attention.

"Um, h-hello?" She said, more as a question. The two were on her in an instant, walking over with relieved grins on their faces.

"Oh thank god you came." "You're first one." "Did you see anyone else looking for the building?" They asked in a rush, each one taking turns to speak. Gwen visibly shrank away from them, glancing between the two nervously.

"I, uh, d-didn't see anyone e-else." She stuttered, with the two students noticing how uncomfortable was.

"Sorry about that." One said, she was a good looking brunette, with a splash of freckles across her face. She stood almost a foot over Gwen's five foot two inches, maybe five eleven. The other was a good deal smaller, standing only slightly higher than Gwen, maybe two inches taller. She had platinum blonde hair, surprising Gwen slightly since the stereotype of blondes being idiots was alive and well. Her face was just as perfect as her hair, with smooth, flawless skin and full lips. Gwen was reminded of Connie.

This firmed her resolve somewhat. She was doing this out of hope that it would give her something worthwhile, that she could be passionate about.

"Yeah, we figured people would start showing up around 12 to be polite or something. Well, at least someone's here." She said with a wide grin on her face. The expression was warm, as was her voice, putting Gwen at ease, something she greatly needed.

"Don't worry about it." Gwen said and looked around, "I'm kind of surprised too, honestly." The blonde gestured to a seat at the table she and her colleague were using.

"Take a seat, I'll get you something to drink." She said and walked away, heading to a door on another side, probably to the kitchen.

"I thought we'd be starting right away." Gwen noted, as she took her seat. The brunette sat opposite her, slightly intimidating given her height.

"Well, there's a few things to talk about first. Like the flyer said, there're options available here." Gwen noticed how formal the brunette was in comparison to the blonde, though her tone was kind.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot about those. So, uh, what options do you mean?" She asked, trying to keep her calm and not become a stuttering mess like before. The brunette swiped the screen, bringing up a small list.

"Well, the procedure we've been developing offers quite a bit of freedom with the, uh, transformation." She said, not outright referring to the genitalia. She was thinking mostly of Gwen, whom she could tell was one of those few people uncomfortable about such things, given the blush she'd had since walking in.

"Oh, okay. So, you mean like whatever size I want?" She asked for clarification.

"Naturally, but there's also some finer details. We can make them thick and veiny, or a good deal hairier than normal, or possibly even give a second one altogether, the list goes on." She explained, and turned the tablet around to Gwen, with the list on display and a pair of boxes beside them, labelled yes and no, "Just fill out for now and we'll take care of the rest." Gwen read through the list and frowned.

"I thought you said I could choose the size."

"You can, but that comes later." The brunette said and leaned back, breathing deeply and stretching. It had clearly been a long day for her. Gwen didn't question her further and went about giving her answers. She tried to imagine what Connie would like, and guessed she'd enjoy something with thick veins. Check. Hair? Absolutely not, Gwen enjoyed her privates being deprived of hair. As she went about answering it, the blonde came back with a cup of coffee, something Gwen drank thankfully.

The rest of the list was a similar fashion, but there was nothing referring to the size. It still confused her, but she did as told and finished answering, handing it back to the brunette who read through it, nodding as she did so.

"Okay. Mostly just the usual kind of stuff," She noted aloud, "This should be easy enough. Though that last one, expanding balls, might be a bit tricky." Gwen blushed as she said that last part. She'd thought hard on that one, knowing it meant her balls, if the experiment worked, would expand with excess cum if she let it build up too long. At least she hadn't read the part about her sperm, "And the virility option is something as well, almost ten times the average Futanari's." Gwen swore she was redder than a tomato at that point.

Thankfully, the brunette stopped speaking and silently read the rest. She handed it to the blonde, who was clearly her assistant. She immediately ran off to get something from the back of the room, opening a sealed case and pulling out a vial of milky, off white liquid. She closed the case and came back.

"What's that?" Gwen asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"It's the experiment, well, part of it anyway." The brunette answered as the blonde went about pouring it into Gwen's coffee, mixing it up.

"Drink up. Don't worry, it's mostly tasteless." She added, seeing the girl's apprehensive look. Gwen drank it down, finding that the coffee now had a sweeter edge to it, contrasting with its bitterness quite nicely.

"That's not half bad actually." She noted, earning a small giggle from the blonde. As the brunette stood, she seemed to realise she had forgotten something.

"Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself, I'm Diana Ryan. I'm the one heading this little experiment, and this is Allie Johnson, my assistant." The blonde, Allie, did a little curtsy at her introduction, "Don't let her behaviour fool you, she's right behind me in academic grades." Diana explained. Allie pouted a little.

"Only because you never come to any parties." She said. Diana ignored her and led Gwen out of the room, "Hey! Don't leave me behind." The blonde said and gave chase, jogging lightly to catch up. Gwen looked back at her, and noticed the unmistakable bulge in her front. She couldn't fathom how she'd missed it earlier, since it looked to be pretty sizable. Her attention was brought back to her own front, where she noticed they were walking away from the main building.

"Where're we going?" She asked. Diana bit her lower lip, clearly nervous and didn't answer Gwen. Instead, they stopped outside a building that looked to be a gymnasium. There, she turned to face her.

"Look, you're not under any contract to do this. Of course we'll pay you if you go through with it, but you're under no legal obligation to go through with this, okay?" Gwen frowned and nodded, "Okay, you see, what we gave you is just the first part of the experiment," As she spoke she turned and opened the door and walked inside, Gwen and Allie following close behind, "The next part is you have to, well, um... ingest and be covered in the ejaculate of Futanari."

"What?!" Gwen almost shouted in shock as she entered. The place was pitch black, the windows covered for reasons she couldn't say. Diana suddenly turned on the lights, making Gwen blink at the abrupt influx of brightness. When her vision had cleared, she saw dozens, possibly even hundreds, or women sitting around a small pool of some sort. They all looked at her and smiled.

"Like I said, it's your call." Diana said, looking at the possible test subject, who was looking around the room. She couldn't say why, but she was feeling warm all over, like her clothes were stifling her. She gulped, finding her throat was somewhat parched.

"Why so many?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"This is to get you started, it should start the growth. All the Futanari here are below average in size, just as a kind of introduction for your system. If we went overboard right away... well, we don't honestly know what would happen, so better safe than sorry." Diana explained. Gwen wasn't really hearing her though, her attention suddenly turning to Allie, who was standing not two feet away. Why was she so much more interested in her than Diana? The brunette being the one who was answering her questions.

"S-so... I gotta d-drink th-their c-c-cum?" She stuttered the question, struggling against an unknown force of will within herself. Diana nodded.

"And get covered in it. Again, Gwen, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." She said, about to continue, but was interrupted.

"H-how big?" Diana frowned at her.

"What?" She asked.

"How b-big w-would this m-m-make me?" Gwen clarified, stuttering hard as her finger began tapping against her leg. She couldn't think clearly, her mind trying to process as best it could, but nothing was quite working.

"We're not entirely certain, but we don't expect it to be very big. However, if you continue the experiment after this then I can guarantee a size increase." She added, noticing a look of disappointment fall on Gwen's face. The volunteer licked her lips unthinkingly, her eyes scanning around the room. All of the Futanari were fairly quiet, some chatting amongst themselves, but the rest were waiting to see what would happen.

"And you're certain this will give me a-a-a cock?" Gwen asked, her eyes falling on a nearby Futanari, noticing her cock was already somewhat hard and straining against her pants.

"Yes." Diana simply answered.

"Okay then." Gwen said and stepped forward slightly, "I'll d-do it." Allie grinned at her.

"Great! Just strip off and walk into the middle, the others know what to do." The blonde Futanari told her eagerly, clearly looking forward to this. Gwen guessed this was the actual reason she was Diana's assistant. She did as told and quickly stripped off all her clothes, though the display wasn't provocative, she noticed the onlookers' expressions shift to one of subtle excitement. And it was because of her.

She was blushing a deep crimson as she walked between them. The pool was a decent size, about the same as that of the average outdoor swimming pool. She strode to the centre of it and turned around, looking at all of the Futanari.

"Okay, you can begin. Take it easy on her okay? She's pretty nervous." Diana said, the surrounding Futanari all nodding or saying they understood. It was a relief to Gwen that they seemed like good people, even as several of them hopped into the pool, while everyone else stripped down. She took a deep, steadying breath and looked at the first seven or so as they approached her.

"Okay, so, uh... how do we... do this?" She asked, nervously. They smiled comfortingly and walked up to her.