Trial Run

a

TransFun Serum story

by

clancy688

"Yes!" Victoriously, the large, burly, middle-aged man threw his fist up in the air and waved a thin straw around. His two colleagues, both younger, sullenly stared at their own straws. All three were wearing lab coats, as required by InaniMates' research facility's regulations. 

"Why did you win again, Brad?" the blonde of the two younger researchers asked now with a scowl. "You're cheating! That's the second time in a row!" 

The older man, Brad, simply smiled contentedly. "Luck is a skill as well, my young friend. And why are you complaining? I'll use some of my other skills to the fullest extent to make your loss as pleasant as possible, Tom." 

The blonde researcher only rolled his eyes, offering the third man an opening to speak up. "Yeah, he's right." he huffed. "You get the fun-part of the losing assignment. Me, on the other hand..." Whiningly, he stared at the straw in his hand, clearly the shortest of the three. 

Brad chuckled. "Come on, Jake." he said with a wide-grin and tapped his younger colleague's shoulder. "You know that it will be pleasurable for you as well." 

Jake glowered back. "Yes... and that makes it even worse. There are people who enjoy these changes, otherwise we wouldn't develop and test them. But I'm... definitely not one of them." 

"Stop whining." Brad shot back, still smiling. "It's only for a couple of hours. It could be worse. Or do you want to swap with Malcolm for his long-term test?" 

That shut both of the young researchers up immediately, although they still didn't look enthralled. Well, their problem. Brad thought cheerfully as he started handing out the injection pistols. Experimental serums were administered intravenously. Oral administration capability was only added in the final development stage. I know I will enjoy it... 

All three started shedding their clothes now, Tom and Jake not as eagerly as Brad, though. 

"Oh damn, I hate this..." Jake muttered and stared at the injection pistol in his hand. Then he closed his eyes and put it on his arm. The transformation occurred almost instantaneously. At one moment, there was a human man in the room. The next, the man seemed to be sucked into a tiny, rubbery thing which dropped to the bottom without a sound. 

Chuckling, Brad went forward and picked the condom up, then he scrutinized it carefully, checking it for flaws. "Good news!" he exclaimed satisfied after half a minute. "This time, the lubrication component seems to have worked. So it should be easier to get you onto my dick!" 

Yay, great! Jake, now a condom, thought sarcastically. I just can't wait being stretched over your penis, Brad. 

Of course Brad didn't hear this. InaniMate objectification potions allowed the transformed persons to see and hear while being in object form, but not to speak. Not that he cared. Why should he expect a condom to answer him, anyway? Then he furrowed his brows, though. "Hey, why don't you change?" he asked Tom. "I need some stimuli to get properly hard and put good Jake to use here." To emphasize this, he waved the condom his colleague had turned into through the air. 

"Then get yourself a porn magazine!" Tom shot back indignantly, but he emptied the injection pistol in his arm nonetheless. His change wasn't as quick as Tom's, but not less spectacular. Appreciatively, Brad watched on as his colleague's hard, male features softened out into a woman's curves. Within moments, two large breasts hung from "his" chest, while at the same time "his" balls and penis receded into "his" body, making room for a female set of genitals. 

"Looking good! Great tits!" Brad leered while staring at Tom's shapely body, his gaze stopping at her groin. "I love natural blondes!" He added, and as if to reinforce his statement, his penis started to twitch and rise. 

Tom scowled, adjusting her now hip-length blonde hair so that it was behind her back. "I'm glad you find me attractive." she etched. "Are you handing out compliments like this to each romantic interest of yours? You must be drowning in women!" 

"Only to girls I like to fuck." Brad said smugly. "Speaking of which..." he looked down at his member which was properly erect right now. Grinning, he held the condom in front of his dick. "...I think it's time to put you on." 

Uhoh... was all Jake the condom managed to think before he felt his thin, rubbery shape being draped over his colleague's member. It took a few seconds, and then he was stretched all over Brad's erect penis. 

"Looking good." Brad said while stroking his organ through the latex of the condom. "Feels good... fits good... looks just like the real deal. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're from the drug store around the corner!" He gave his penis a playful squeeze. 

Hooray, I'm just like any real condom. No I have achieved everything in life can die in peace! Jake thought scathingly. Or rather, forced himself to think this way. Because it was actually feeling fairly awesome, being all stretchy and hugging Brad's hot rod with all of his body, having a massive penis filling out his tensile form. It just didn't feel right enjoying this. 

"Alright, everything ready over here!" Brad exclaimed, unaware of Jake's mental struggle. His condom-covered dick was pointing at Tom like some kind of biological missile. "Wanna help me put him to the test, then?" he asked Tom, and the woman rolled her eyes. 

"Let's get it over with!" she said, walking towards her colleague with swaying hips, fully aware of how her moves where arousing Brad. She'd have loved to suppress this, but it was a built-in function. This bombshell body didn't even need an experienced woman at the steering wheel to move sexily, it moved this way on its own! "But there's no way I'll be on the bottom!" Damn, my voice even sounds sultry when I'm complaining! she thought bitterly.

Brad smirked. "Not even doggie style? Jake had lots of fun this way last-" 

"No!" Tom bellowed, then pointed towards a chair. "We do it simply. Sit down." 

The older man obeyed the command, his erect cock pointing upwards like a rocket. "I love dominant women!" he said and Tom gave him a deathly glower while she put her hands on Brad's shoulders and positioned her snatch over his cock. 

Time for Rock'n Roll... Jake the condom thought glumly, and in the next moment, the giant vagina above him came down, and he felt himself - firmly fixated on Brad's member - sliding into the dark, warm cavity of Tom's body. 

Tom voiced a loud squeal as she felt Brad's member banging into her uterus. God damn it! she cursed while she sat on her colleague's groin, his penis buried up to the hitch in her pussy. Why did they have to make this body a natural screamer? And fuck it, I shouldn't have proposed the fuck on the chair. My tits are basically hanging in Brad's face. I don't even want to know what he's- ohhh...

Brad grinned as the blonde girl moaned. For a short moment, he disengaged his mouth from her left tit's nipple. "You like that?" he asked sanctimoniously.

Tom did her best to bestow a deadly glower on him but failed miserably, her face betraying how she really felt. "Fuck you!" she exclaimed breathlessly. 

He could only laugh at this. "Oh, yes... I will fuck you!" Brad grabbed the girl at her hips and started pushing her up and down, grinning at her cries of pleasure as she rode his cock. "Wow, your cunt is tight. And I just love it how your pussy is clamping down on my member. If I didn't know it better I'd say you're enjoying this..." 

"Brad!" Tom half-cursed, half-moaned and Brad stopped banging her. 

"Yes?" he asked canting. 

Tom glowered back, heavily panting. Oh my God, I hate myself for this, but... "You're still an asshole! And now shut up and continue!" 

"As the lady wishes." grinning widely, Brad resumed hammering his rod into the hot woman, and for a short moment, he wondered if Jake was feeling similar pleasures. 

Ohhh... this is soooo awesome... no, this is horrible! But awesome! Arrrrghh... Jake found himself betrayed by his own thoughts as he was rammed in and out Tom's pussy on Brad's dick. Each time he slipped into the warm flesh, Brad's cock inside him, Jake's vagina at the outside, waves of pleasure flooded his latex body. I think we went a bit overboard with the pleasure adjustment, but... ohhh... 

The two humans were not aware of the condom's thoughts. And they didn't care, as long as it fulfilled its purpose. About... now. Brad grunted and then he felt his cock twitching. 

Oh no, that's usually- Jake realized as he felt the motion, but his thoughts were cut off when Brad's semen sputtered into his body. Suddenly, he found himself being stretched even further, parts of his skin being pressed away from Brad's hot cock by a sticky, slimy mass. 

"Whew!" Brad said pleased as Tom, still heavily panting and visibly exhausted, entangled herself from him. Interested, he looked on as the woman stood up and his already limper cock slipped out of her trenched pussy. He probed the cum-filled condom with his fingers. "Great, he's not ripped." Brad exclaimed. "Guess the experiment's a success then." Grinning, he looked at Tom, her nipples still at attention. "Given your cries of pleasure, you enjoyed it as much as me, didn't you?" 

Instead of an answer, Tom flipped him the birds with both hands, but her quivering legs and her still bliss-filled face spoke a different language. Brad laughed. "So what do you say?" he asked, pointing at the spent condom on his flagging member. "Didn't he feel just like the real deal? I swear, I didn't spot any difference to a real condom."

Tom furrowed her brows. "Why the hell should I know how being fucked with a condom feels?" she grated, prompting Brad to grin. 

"Oh, you don't? Well, in that case, I have 'normal' condoms here, so if you want to experience for yourself..." 

"Go to hell, Brad." Tom shot back. "The condom felt just as I expected a condom to feel, so the experiment is over. You happy now?" 

Brad chuckled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Well then, let's switch to Jake then..." He started to peel the condom of his dick. Then he made a knot into the latex. "You stood your man, or rather, condom there!" he laughed. "Now, though... I don't need you anymore." and with a skilled throw, he deposited the condom into the trash bin. Tom followed the flight path with her eyes, raising an eyebrow. 

"You do realize that that's Jake and not a condom?" she inquired. 

Brad simply giggled. "Well, right now he is. And it'll be close to two hours before he turns back. What else should I do with him? Do you want to have a cum-dripping condom lying on your desk?" 

I'd love to drip your cum all over your fucking keyboard! Jake thought venomously from the garbage bin. Now that Brad's dick was gone, he felt... empty. Only his semen remained, and the thought of lying in a trash-can, with his colleagues cum inside him, didn't appeal to him in the slightest. 

Tom sighed. Then she strode over to Brad. "Say..." she said, bending down so that her tits dangled in front of Brad's face. "Now that this experiment of yours is over... do you want to help me with one of mine?" 

Brad raised an eyebrow. "An experiment?" he asked suspiciously. Somehow, Tom's sudden advances confused him. "What experiment?" 

"Ohhh..." Tom cooed while her arms slid around his neck. "It involves my pussy..." 

Every warning bell in Brad's mind was now ringing, but his cock overwrote his rational mind. Lecherously, he licked his lips. "Sure." he said. "Just give me a moment to get little Brad to attention again-" 

"Ah, don't bother." Tom smiled and Brad froze as he suddenly felt the muzzle of an injection pistol pressed against his back. "You won't need this." With a hissing sound, the pistol which Tom had grabbed from the table behind Brad discharged its contents into the man. And in the next moments, he was gone. 

Well... Brad thought. Fuck.

Tom sneered. "Don't worry, I'll come for you, soon. But first I'll need to clean up the mess you've made..." She shot a derisive glance at Brad's transformed shape and then walked off towards a door at the hind wall of the large laboratory. Apparently, this female body always needed to pee after sex, and a bit of cleaning was also in order... 

She opened the door and entered a large, tiled room. It was mostly empty, the only notable equipment being a sink and an switched on television next to the door. And a common-looking toilet on the other side of the room. Swiftly, she strode over and seated herself on the head. 

"Hey, Malcolm." Tom said while giving the outer side of the bowl a friendly clap. "It's me, Tom. How is it going? It's only three more days, then your two week test will be over." 

How do you think it's going? Malcolm the toilet fumed. I'm a toilet! And you assholes are constantly using me. I agree that this is part of the test-run, but was it really necessary for Brad to shit in me while he had goddamn diarrhea? Goddamn, he could at least had the decency to properly clean me after each use! And then the television program! I'm glad that you thought of something to give me a bit of entertainment, but why did you have to switch on History Channel? They are either airing shows about WWII, or UFOs, or both! I swear, I'm going mad by now!

Of course Tom didn't hear anything of this rant. But then she hadn't expected a toilet to reply to her question. Instead she simply relaxed, and did the natural when sitting on a toilet. 

At least I sometimes get to look at some nice pussy... Malcolm thought sullenly while the strong squirt bounced off his porcelain and into his water. And at least we didn't manage to figure out yet to make objects smell and taste. Thank God for small wonders. On the other hand, he could still feel Tom's warm urine mixing with the cold water in his bowl. Even when he couldn't taste it, feeling another human's fecal matter flowing right into the middle of your body was something which made him wanting to puke mentally. But it's still disgusting! Just who the fuck gets kinks out of being a toilet? These assholes from management who demanded such a transformation potion should have done the damn test!

Unaware of her colleague-turned toilet's disgust, Tom finished her session and used toilet paper to clean the remnants of hers and Brad's previous sex away. Then she stood up and flushed. While Malcolm still felt the toilet paper and her piss being flushed through his body, Tom took out the lavatory brush and started cleaning his bowl. He hated himself for feeling this way, but whenever the brush stroked his porcelain, he gasped mentally in pleasure.

"There, I even cleaned you up." Tom giggled. "Oh boy, I feel so stupid talking to a toilet!" 

Malcolm sighed inwardly. Yeah, thanks for cleaning... But the woman had already turned and was leaving the stall. Then, though, she stopped in front of the television. "History Channel? Seriously?" she huffed, sparking sudden hope in Malcolm. "Who the hell put this on? Brad?" The blonde beauty shook her head and then started changing channels. 

"Here, that should be more interesting." she grinned and exited the room. 

Stunned, Malcolm stared at the television as the door clicked shut. I don't believe it... he cursed as he took in the four letter emblem of the channel which Tom had chosen. ESPN! I frigging HATE sports! Oh, these are going to be long three days...  

Back in the lab, Tom went purposefully towards the chair where she'd left Brad. With a malicious smile, she looked down on him and then took him up, spinning him in front of her eyes. "You didn't think that I'd forget you, I hope?" she asked maliciously. 

Nope... I didn't... Brad sighed inwardly.

Tom giggled while staring at the tampon in her hands. "I think you turned out quite well." she smirked. "Well then... let's start our second experiment today and put you to good use, shall we?" 

Brad had to suppress a mental gasp as Tom's fingers started to push his soft, torpedo-like shape into her cunt. The new woman was unfamiliar with such a task, and so it took quite some fumbling, but finally, she'd managed to store the tampon securely inside her body, with only the white line dangling out. 

"Ugh, that feels funny..." she snorted and rubbed her legs together. "I hate myself for saying this, but I'd rather have a cock in my pussy than a tampon! Women are doing this voluntarily? Yuck!" 

Well... at least Tom hasn't lied to me... Brad concluded in his warm, dark, wet prison. The experiment really involved her pussy... and actually... it doesn't feel that bad being trapped in her cunt... 

Sighing, Tom looked at the clock. "Hm... still over one and a half hours to go... what to do?" She scowled, throwing her lab coat over her shoulders. But it fit her changed figure only loosely. "Guess I'll go looking for something to wear which actually fits..." she huffed. Purposefully, the woman walked towards a large door and exited the laboratory, a sign behind here saying "Inanimate Department - Special Fetish Division". 

Tom giggled. "If I remember correctly, the Clothing Division is conducting experiments today as well? I bet I'll find something to wear there..." 

And whistling, the naked woman in the lab coat walked down the empty corridors, not shedding any more thoughts at the tampon between her legs or the condom in the trash bin.