Athlete (male or female, but I'd personally prefer male) acquires and uses experimental bovine growth hormone. Initially they're very successful at adding lots of mass, but later side effects include growing a tail, horns, and cow ears, plus huge genitals (for a guy) and four massive lactating breasts (for a female). In an effort to avoid bad publicity and legal repercussions, the company the hormones were stolen from abducts the victim and forces their transformation to progress in order to serve either as a stud or a milk cow.

Part I

Jake sat, staring at the vials, running over the whole story in his head. All the signs pointed to “bad idea”, but the thought of finally getting the leg up on Kyle and his bitchy girlfriend Sam was so tempting. The quintessential quarterback/cheerleader couple eclipsed him and his own girlfriend, Dana, constantly. Not out of spite, it’s just how popularity worked. Part of it Dana’s family being farmers, and Sam’s being lawyers. Part of it was Kyle’s meteoric rise on the football team, and Jake’s slow burn.

your hyper girlfriend asks you to join her and her family for dinner at her house

“It’s no tux, but it’ll work,” you mutter to yourself as you slip on the salmon-colored polo. Meeting your girlfriends’ parents is usually a bit of a tense situation, but you feel as if you’ve gone off the deep end. Some girls’ dads would beat you to a pulp if you mistreat them, but Aria’s parents would fucking atomize you.

Ryan wasn’t sure how anyone would get his number. All they sent were details about a quick job, a one-time thing in from a small town museum. True, he’s done B&E twice, and he’s never been caught, but he’s also never done it for hire. A few minutes after the first batch of texts with the item’s description, the guards’ routines, a layout of the museum, and a few pictures of the item (some egyptian dog mask), his anonymous client abruptly stopped messaging. Ryan let it sit. Could be a setup or something, not worth getting locked up for. Another app on his phone buzzed. “Deposit received: $162,000.00 to account ending 9917. Reply STOP to disable messages.” Moments later, a new text arrived, “Are you paying attention now?”

``` >go to work >fuck, forgot to grab lunch >go down to the break room >all but one vending machine is broken (fucking typical) >this one has “”““health”“”” themed products >only nuts, dried fruit, and protein bars >your stomach rumbles >protein is pretty filling, right?

``` >first month with your new gf >she's been acting a bit weird for the past day or two >she's been really, REALLY horny >has she been working out? she looks kinda toned >she wants you to spend the night at her place >you get there around dusk >fuck like rabbits for hours >seriously, wtf

M/F, Breast Expansion, Penis Expansion, Lactation, Hyper, Muscle Growth.

Part I: The Wet Floor Sign

You’ve been staying with your girlfriend this week. It just so happened that your work schedules lined up enough that you could pull a few days off and capitalize on the long weekend. As an accountant for a foundry, you get to keep fairly normal hours. This week, her shifts weren’t at such odd hours that you two wouldn’t run in to each other. Even though she’s still working this week, you’re glad she’s getting a break from the unhealthy hours she’s been having to do at the supermarket. As a bonus, she’s been bringing home some really choice cuts of meat from the butcher for dinner. Grocery work does have its perks. Her car door shuts in the driveway. The garage door opens and shuts quietly. She’s usually full of energy and pep, and the door, the last thing standing between her and a fun night, takes more than its fair share of accidental abuse. She comes in to the room looking like she’s holding back tears. She says nothing as sits down on the sofa. Your suspicion is quickly confirmed.