Experiments in Futafication: The Wrong Switch (MP/johns1994)
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				Title: <strong>Experiments in Futafication: The Wrong Switch (MP/johns1994)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 00:23:13</strong>
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				Weird Science 251, to nobody's great surprise, had an extra credit lab associated with it.&nbsp; Most students did their best to avoid taking part, since not even badly desired extra credit was worth the risks: rumors abounded of the horrors that had been unleashed in the past, and so only those in dire need of raising a failing grade to a D-minus would usually dare such a reckless step.&nbsp; Even if there hadn't been the rumors, the very prospect of giving some of the grad students in the Department of Fringe Research free rein with your molecules was a daunting thought!<br><br>The other group who tended to end up down in The Cave with the jacob's ladders and the jury-rigged machines and the maniacal laughter of lab-coated grad students were the victims of poor bets, worse dares, and the unfortunates who owed somebody something that resulted in a trip down to see the likes of "Mad Marge" Ponder-Stibbons, a stocky, red-haired, brilliantly cracked example of the Weird Science types complete with a Cheshire Cat grin.&nbsp; She was at least friendly, and gleefully admitted that hardly any of her most recent experiments had exploded...<br><br>"So," she said, strapping her most recent guinea pigs into their possible doom, "this is fairly simple.&nbsp; When I throw the switch, you should both feel a slight jolt.&nbsp; Nothing to worry about.&nbsp; That's just a low voltage jolt to the send-and-receive neurons that we're kicking into high gear.&nbsp; Afterwards, you'll be separated and given a questionnaire."<br><br>"Like the one we filled out earlier," Marti asked nervously, glancing over at her friend to see if he was anywhere near as nervous as she felt.<br><br>"That's right, like the one you filled out earlier.&nbsp; After that, you're free to go.&nbsp; We'll want to see you again next week for another follow-up, make sure there are no lingering effects, that sort of thing.&nbsp; Any questions?"<br><br>"This is safe, right?"&nbsp; Marti bit her lower lip.<br><br>"Perfectly safe.&nbsp; Tested it myself."&nbsp; On cue, Mad Marge flashed her infamous grin.&nbsp; "I was one of the first two test subjects for the alpha version.&nbsp; Got a little awkward for a few days, but nothing you can't handle, I'm sure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiments in Futafication: The Wrong Switch (MP/johns1994)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johns1994</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 00:52:23</strong>
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				Jack looked up at the seemingly-oversized tesla coils that ran from the floor to the celing and felt a trickle of sweat across his brow. "I'm sure we'll be fine Marti" he looked over with a less than convinced expression on his face at his partner, also strapped down on to one if the slab-like lab tables.<br><br>"So umm... remind me again what exactly these send and receive neurons are supposed to do?" Said Jack looking back towards the manic woman fiddling with the countless knobs and dials on the side of the large machines.<br><br>Mad Marge turned from her machines and smiles "Oh they are nothing to worry about, all this little machine does is build up a static charge in the coils which is delivered to your body via these wires" she said as she began to stick small pads with little cables running back to the console, "and, well... to put it in simple terms iflt is merely going to alter your sensitivity and the way you perceive things.&nbsp; Simple enough right?" She said with a wink and another one of those coy smiles.<br><br>"Well, it's not going to hurt too much is it? Is it??" Jack nearly yelled as the machines began to fill the room with an electric whirr in his hopeless attempt to make his voice reach the clearly occupied Marge.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 03:40:46</strong>
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				"Don't worry.&nbsp; It's practically painless."&nbsp; Again, Mad Marge gave that grin, rubbing her hands together with gleeful anticipation.&nbsp; "And now that you're ready, I'll get things going properly."<br><br>"Practically painless?"<br><br>"Mostly."<br><br>Marge disappeared from view behind a bank of complex electronic equipment, missing the arrival of Box...of Box, three things came immediately to mind: silent, giant, scary-smart.&nbsp; The lab-coated Samoan looked around, didn't spot Marge, and stepped closer to Marti and Jack.&nbsp; He gave them a friendly smile.<br><br>"Uhm, hi, there.&nbsp; Seen Marge? Only, it'd be kind of a bad thing if she tried the Jumpstarter today.&nbsp; Turns out there's a bit of a problem with the circuitry..."<br><br>He got no further.&nbsp; From behind the console bank, Marge shouted "Contact!" and threw the proverbial switch.<br><br>The world dissolved into brilliant soft white light.&nbsp; There was no pain.&nbsp; At least, not until consciousness returned with all the gentleness of a deep tissue massage delivered by a lowland gorilla on meth.<br><br>"...cking bad timing, that's all I'm saying."&nbsp; Marge.<br><br>"Sorry, really.&nbsp; I came right down when I realized the problem."&nbsp; Box.&nbsp; He sounded contrite, but amused.&nbsp; "At least it worked, right?"<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; Yes, it did.&nbsp; Only...hey, come on, you two!&nbsp; Wake up!"<br><br>Marti blinked and sat up slowly.&nbsp; "What was that?"<br><br>"That was the key board not being properly installed.&nbsp; How do you feel?"<br><br>"Pretty good, I guess.&nbsp; Mostly."<br><br>"Great!&nbsp; How about you?"&nbsp; She poked Jack in the arm gently.&nbsp; "Whoa.&nbsp; When did you get double dees?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiments in Futafication: The Wrong Switch (MP/johns1994)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johns1994</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 01:03:03</strong>
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				"I... I what??" Jacks eyes snap open as the world slowly fades back into picture, his head still reeling from the shock. He looks down... and sees that his once baggy shirt is now stretched tightly across his now huge chest. "What... what... MARGE!!! What did you do to me???? Oh my god... oh my god am I a chick??" His hands fly to his brand new melon sized breast and pats them down making sure they are real. With a sudden look of horror one of his hands tentatively reaches to feel his crotch, relief across his face when he feels his familiar bulge.<br><br>"Oh my god Marti....." Jack stutters as he looks over to check on his friend. Jack gulps. "I guess I'm not the only one whos a little different after this.." his eyes are glued to Martis crotch, and on her new member. A massive, 8? Maybe 9? Its hard to tell under her skirt but what isnt hard to tell is that she is now supporting one huge erect penis. <br><br>"Marge!!" He yells again. "Just what the HELL did you do to us???" Marge comes around the machine block, her hair frizzy from static and grins. "I was just making some improvements! And it looks.." she glances at Jack's new boobs and Marti's erect cock and winks "it looks like you two are in great shape!" She cackles wildly then stops suddenly serious "but you must know, these are the largest improvements ive seen yet! We are going to have to get a solid measure on both of you." She walks over to Jack and grabs his tits. "Ohhh!! H..hey!! Jack sputters, "Hmm solid DD bust, youre a bombshell sweetie, an dont worry hun, theyre supposed to be that sensitive Im sure youll get used to it. Noww..." she walks over to Marti and starts to lift her skirt
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiments in Futafication: The Wrong Switch (MP/johns1994)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 06:24:30</strong>
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				Marti whimpered a little, since her underwear was not at all configured to permit this sort of physical alteration.&nbsp; She cupped her hands protectively over her new appendage and sent a blushing glance at Jack's chest that might have been jealousy mingled with sympathy.<br><br>Box rolled his eyes.<br><br>"Quit bluffing, Marge.&nbsp; You're as shocked as they are.&nbsp; Which is what I was trying to tell you before you flipped the switch."<br><br>The crazed red-head had the grace to look a little embarrassed.<br><br>"You expect me not to be thrilled that we may have made a total breakthrough in physiomorphological adjustments?"&nbsp; She put both hands on her hips and tilted her head at him.&nbsp; "I mean, hello!&nbsp; Instant futa!&nbsp; Imagine the value to the trans community!"<br><br>"Given that we're supposed to be researching induced empathy and telepathy...yeah, I do.&nbsp; And it isn't a breakthrough until we can replicate it successfully, which isn't gonna happen until we know just what happens when everything is set up and working properly."&nbsp; Box jerked a thumb at the door.&nbsp; "Better go tell Professor Grover that this lab's getting a free ride on their A."<br><br>"Spoilsport!"&nbsp; Exit Mad Marge, stage left, while Box was left to deal with the wake.&nbsp; Flipping an internal coin, he turned first to Jack, who had just been nearly groped by the exuberant red-head.<br><br>"You okay, buddy?&nbsp; She gets a bit carried away when things go wrong, 'cause that's when all the interesting stuff happens."&nbsp; The huge man chuckled softly, a sound rather like the bottom dropping out of the local river.&nbsp; "Hey, let's get you two out of here and get you a cup of coffee or something."<br><br>"No," Marti squeaked.&nbsp; "No coffee, thanks!&nbsp; I'm, uh...kind of wired enough as it is."<br><br>"Fair enough.&nbsp; Want me to go find you an extra pair of sweat pants or something?"<br><br>Marti winced and nodded.<br><br>"Okay.&nbsp; Sit tight.&nbsp; They'll clash, but that's better than racking yourself and flashing half the campus on the way home."<br><br>Exit Box, leaving the two test subjects some privacy...
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				Post by: <strong>johns1994</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 04:46:54</strong>
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				"Oh my god..." Jack stares down incredulously at his new bust. "I cant belueve that just happened, I really can't believe it".<br><br>Jack stands up and starts to pace about the room, "I mean I'm a guy!! And... what am I going to do about these?? Theyre huge! I can't just hide them!" <br><br>Jack sits back down and glances over at his friend Marti, her beautiful eyes shining a little in the light and her hair more than a little frazzled.<br><br>"Of course... i guess it couldve been a lot worse for me.." He stares pointedly at Marti's crotch. He sist close to her, his hand brushing hers as he scoots over to his friend. "Are you alright Marti?" He looks at her, obviously filled with concern.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 06:04:55</strong>
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				Marti burst into tears, hugging herself.<br><br>"Am I all right?&nbsp; Am I all right? Jack, look at me!&nbsp; I'm a fucking mutant!"<br><br>She clung to his hand with both of hers, leaned into him, buried her face against his shoulder.<br><br>"I'm not supposed to be hung like a porn-star!&nbsp; What's next, the 'stache?"<br><br>Ohhhhkay.&nbsp; <em>That</em> was something Jack didn't know about what Marti knew...<br><br>"I...I...you at least got a nice rack.&nbsp; Grow out your hair a little, maybe people'll think you're just butch.&nbsp; Me?&nbsp; I'm just a cute...little...chick with a huge fucking cock!"<br><br>More tears followed, along with her wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him as tightly as she dared, drawing some comfort from his presence.
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				Post by: <strong>johns1994</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 22:37:51</strong>
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				Jack shifts, a blushing and a little uncomfortable as Marti's new "member" presses against him. He trys his best to ignore it as he embraces his friend, "Shhh... it'll be okay Marti. I promise you." <br><br>He rubs her back trying to comfort her as she sobs a little "Look Marti, you don't have to worry about it... I mean, you're still umm.. really pretty. And I mean, youre still you on the inside.." <br><br>Jack groans then, the sorrowful sound almost turning into a sob.. "But... but.. look at me.. I look like a chick! I.. I cant just grow my hair out Marti. What if... what if a boy thought I was a girl... what if they try to do things to me?" He shivers and pulls Marti close again. "I'm so scared Marti. I didnt want this to happen... I just dont know what to do.."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 00:15:39</strong>
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				"J-just tell them you don't like guys," Marti hiccupped softly.&nbsp; "It's true, right?"<br><br>Distractedly, she cupped Jack's new rack in her hands and gave both breasts an experimental squeeze.<br><br>"Bigger than mine!&nbsp; No fair!"<br><br>Then she pressed them together, her thumbs teasing his nipples accidentally...only belatedly realizing that she was fondling Jack and blushing furiously as she yanked her hands away.<br><br>"Sorry!"
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				Post by: <strong>johns1994</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 04:20:01</strong>
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				Jack had been in a sort of daze as she was fondling him and snapped out as she stopped. "Huh? Oh! Right.. haha umm its fine.." at this point his face is completely reddeded.<br><br>"But see! You're a girl and you can't even control yourself... what if they... make me... do something" he noticibly pales as he thinks of the possibility.<br><br>"And dont even talk about fair..." he looks doen to her new huge bulge which is now almost laying on him. "It looks like youve lucked out more than I ever have.. youre more of a man than i've ever been" 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 06:25:03</strong>
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				"You have a better right hook than I do," Marti retorted, sticking her tongue out at him.&nbsp; "They push the matter, you pop them one!"<br><br>She blushed and shifted, moving both hands down to shield her groin.<br><br>"It's uncomfortable as hell!&nbsp; How do you stand having something like this getting in the way all the time?"
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				Post by: <strong>johns1994</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 05:19:23</strong>
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				"Haha yeah I guess youre right" he smiled at his friend, who was obviously trying to console him when truly she needed it too.<br><br>"Well umm.. normally its not too bad" he said, "we probably just need to get you some new clothes and underwear that match your umm..situation.. Ive got plenty you could borrow, although the shorts may be a little tight with such a large... package.." 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 05:26:53</strong>
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				"And you.&nbsp; Although, uhm...maybe a sports bra or two?&nbsp; That'd be closer to what you'd probably like.&nbsp; I mean, lace?"<br><br>She giggled nervously.<br><br>"I'd settle for some shorts.&nbsp; At least I can wear pants and stuff, mostly..."&nbsp; Marti's voice trailed off as she gave Jack's new breasts another open appraisal.&nbsp; "Maybe some really heavy-duty sports bras.&nbsp; Those are kind of big."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>johns1994</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 05:43:18</strong>
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				Jack blushed looking down at his huge rack, "yeah umm I think Ill probably need something to keep these in, but umm maybe something soft? Im not sure if theyre supposed to feel like this.... but theyre so sensitive right now" as he trailed off and looked it became obvious to him that his new tits also sported some perky nipples that were now standing erect under his once baggy tshirt, now stretched quite firmly. "Do you umm... have anything like that I could maybe borrow i guess?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 05:47:45</strong>
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				"N-nothing I have would fit these.&nbsp; Not without pinching terribly, and I don't want to do that to you."<br><br>She blushed, gave him another rough squeeze, mashing her thumb against one nipple.<br><br>"What are you thinking, you perv?&nbsp; These only get hard when you're chilly or turned on!"&nbsp; Her tone was more playful than her words, thankfully, and the sound of Box's return gave her enough warning to yank her hand back.<br><br>"Here we are," the massive fellow announced with a grin.&nbsp; "Sweat pants!&nbsp; Should help.&nbsp; Sorry about the color."<br><br>Oh, yes.&nbsp; Sweat pants.&nbsp; Dismal washed out baby blue sweat pants.&nbsp; But they were clean, at least...<br><br>"Now, uhm...about you," Box said to Jack, blushing.&nbsp; "I got nothing.&nbsp; Want me to go ask over at the Women's Gym?"
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				Post by: <strong>johns1994</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 06:10:34</strong>
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				Jack let out a little squeal, again surprised at how sensitive he was now.<br><br>He waited patiently as Box brought over the sweat pants for his friend Marti.<br><br>"Umm yeah anythibg they have there would do nicely, just try to get something that wont be so tight... Im really dying here" <br><br>Jack looked to Marti, "any idea what sizes or anything these are? I really have no idea about bra size.." he said sheepishly.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 06:19:14</strong>
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				"She's a double D cup," Marti informed Box somewhat morosely.<br><br>"Ah.&nbsp; Okay.&nbsp; I'll be back as soon as I can.&nbsp; I know just the coach to ask."&nbsp; Box hustled out, leaving them their privacy again.<br><br>Wasting no time, Marti turned around and stripped off her skirt, then stepped into the sweats and yanked them tight around her waist, grumbling about how they clashed with the rest of her outfit...but they did a much better job of disguising her new attributes than the skirt had.&nbsp; With, alas, one exception.&nbsp; Her panties weren't really configured to support those nine inches, and there was a pretty obvious bulge in front.<br><br>"Damn it!"&nbsp; Blushing, Marti jammed one hand down the front of the sweats and rummaged, squeaking uncomfortably.&nbsp; "Shoulda taken them off first..."
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