Practical Applications (Transformation, excessive cum, exhibitionism,)

By Dave.

It was a dry, hot day at the Riverside fire department. At the moment, there where no major fires or cats stuck in trees, so most of the firemen where busy doing maintenance and cleaning while waiting to be called out. In the office of the chief, the newest member of the brigade was meeting with the chief.

Becca looked over the paperwork again.“Explain it to me one more time,” she asked.

The chief shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The petite Latina woman across the desk from him was wearing a puzzled expression on her face. At twenty-two, Becca was the youngest member of the Riverside fire department, and the only female. At 5'6”and 110 pounds, she wasn’t the platonic ideal of a firefighter.Some said her getting this job at all was dumb luck; others said it was every other eligible candidate dropping out due to food poisoning. It's not that she didn’t qualify. She had gotten a scholarship through college playing soccer, and that had proven to be useful when she had to haul hoses back and forth in training . She also had a class 3 license that allowed her to drive most of the big rigs at the station and certifications in hydraulics and code enforcement.

“It’s a new kind of experimental technology. We think it might have great applications in fire fighting. It’s a body modification that adds a super high-capacity fluid ejection tube. If it works, it should be a great asset to the station”

Becca looked again at the line drawing diagram on her paperwork.

“You mean a dick?” She asked, the timber of her voice peaking a new octave.

“Um, yeah, more or less,” the chief replied. “You get that... and a 50% pay raise too.”

Becca studied the document for another minute, hoping not to look too eager for the raise, wondering where the catch was.

“Okay, sign me up,” she said.

“Great!” The chief remarked as he shoved the legal papers across his desk.

“There is one more thing that I think you should know. There are a few side effects to this procedure. One is permanent mammary enlargement, and people have reported changes in sexual preferences.” The chief spoke in a low and fast voice, like an announcer reading the terms and conditions for a contest on the radio.

Becca looked down at her blouse, and her flat chest. While she had never heard any complaints about her figure, she had not been blessed with enough tits to fill ashotglass. Then again, she was currently sitting on an ass that men melted for.

“I’ll get boobs and an alternative to dating men? Chief... those sound like features, not bugs.”

Her recent break-up with Brad had bit her hard. He wasn’t a bad person, but he was an idiot. And he could say mean things when was angry. But most importantly, he didn’ttaker her seriously. She had moved out a week ago and was staying with her mom until she figured things out.

Becca signed the paperwork with a flourish.

“Alright.” The Chief gathered up the paper work and sorted them into a folder. “Here is where you need to be Saturday. It’s at the university’s particle physics research building. Ten o’clock, A.M. You're going to undergo the procedure and then come back for field training here. That’s all for now.”

Becca left the office not really knowing what she hadjust signed up for. But it was a change, and change is what sheneeded right now.

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Becca stood in front of the particle physics research building in the middle of campus. Becca had been a student at this university not six months ago, earning an arts degree that in no way prepared her for a career in firefighting.

There were seven other young women milling about, waiting for someone to come unlock the door. One was wearing a jacket that indicated she was part of the LAPD SWAT team.Another had a backpack labeled with the Army Corps of Engineering. This was an odd crowd. What exactly was going on in the particle physics building?

At about five minutes past ten, a woman appeared from within the building. She unlocked the door and ushered the group of women into the building. She was short red headed woman in her mid thirties, wearing glasses and a lab coat.

They walked down a flight of stairs and into a small conference room. Out of the window of the r

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