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.
Mike sat in the waiting room. He was happy to have made it on time, despite his GPS’s misdirections. Having seen the building on the website, he was fairly certain it wasn’t in the warehouse district, as his GPS had indicated. He’d been looking forward to this appointment with excitement and anxiety. He made the appointment six months ago, but the waiting list was so long that this was the first opportunity they had to schedule him. DeBrose Medical was an unusual for an independent practice. Dr. DeBrose himself was your standard, young MD. Supporting him was almost a dozen practitioners from across the field, including endocrinologists, dietitians, physical therapists, athletic trainers, exercise physiologists, and even a biochemist or two.
The following was partly composed by GPT-2 Large, the AI behind AIdungeon2 and Talk to Transformer. It was about a 50/50 split between manual writing and the AI's creation.
The following was partly composed by GPT-2 Large, the AI behind AIdungeon2 and Talk to Transformer. It was about a 50/50 split between manual writing and the AI's creation.
The following was partly composed by GPT-2 Large, the AI behind AIdungeon2 and Talk to Transformer. It was about a 50/50 split between manual writing and the AI's creation.
I really enjoyed “Workplace Accident”. My vote goes towards writing a continuation, or maybe fleshing it out into a proper story. That is, if you don't mind.
you've managed to get into a confrontation with a hyper, dummy; now what?
“So there I was, walking down West Main street, carrying this BIG darn stack of soda boxes,” the old fox recounted. “back when I was helpin’ at Ray’s Pub, before the place closed down. All together, they had to weigh 50-, 60lbs. Big damn boxes, could hardly see over the top of them. So there I am lugging these boxes down from the supply store, and I walk in to something. Lost the top few boxes. BAM, ten bucks of soda on the ground. That was a lot of soda back then! First thought was ‘Ray’s gonna have my ass’, but then I get to thinking what I hit. Thought I’d hit a lamp post for how sturdy it was, but I’d a’ seen it if it were that tall.
Mary carefully closed the door behind her. She was so tired. Stock girl at Danny’s Furniture Emporium wasn’t her choice of profession, but she didn’t have to wear a uniform, only a vest. That was her only requirement in a job: no uniforms. Her clothes, only. Most would call her picky, but her reasons for the restriction were more… practical.
Her shoes came off first. The 5’5” girl let her long, dark hair down from the bun, and relaxed for a moment. In the refrigerator was a few dozen steaks she’d prepared earlier in the week, a few gallons of milk, two full roasts, and a handful of odds and ends. She grabbed a few steaks and the least-full gallon jug of milk. Oh, and a bottle of steak sauce. Snack’s Spicy Southern Flavor tonight; it’s nice to mix it up every now and again. 2-0-0-Start. The microwave whirred to life with the steaks inside. In the meantime, she started heating her two kettles of water.
A megabuff woman having trouble getting some exercise. Even running would be difficult with her gigantic thighs.
The tablet buzzed.
“(1) New Message: Ginger Van Harald” the notification read.
“down for a run, nattie?”
Natasha's fingers danced across the screen.
“sorry ginny. still down from last week's.”
“its been 5 days tho!!”
“ikr?”
“lindsey's been dying for a run”
“go without me, ill be fine”
“you sure?”
“yea, go for it!”
Bella's job had changed over the years. Born a dairy cow, she had “blossomed” in the usual bovine ways. Her ancestry had given her perky, round, JJ-cup udders, hips for bearing dozens of calves, and a plump, full rear. Her employment, however, had given her a body to make the most sturdy bull jealous.