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By Rowyin Darkwulf

Feeling began to slowly return to her body. She couldn't remember where she was or why she was there as she looked around the sterile white room. She could barely even remember who she was. She was lying upon a bed, a white sheet placed over her body. Nearby there was a toilet, a sink with a mirror hanging above it, and a small table. Across from the bed, there looked to be the frame of a door set in the wall. She sat up on the bed, the sheets slipping off her body as she looked herself over. She was wearing a wide, white tube top over the grey fur of her chest. Slowly getting to her feet, she noticed a tight almost bike short-like garment fitted over her hips.

She tested her footing before standing up, walking over to the mirror and taking a long look at herself. Large round ears, long whiskers and a short muzzle with a small nose...she was a mouse, that much she could remember. She was quite petite, barely standing 4' 5" tall, with thin hips and an almost flat chest. She reached up and curled some of her dirty blonde hair around a finger, letting it fall back in place after a moment. Apparently she kept it somewhat short, her locks not passing her shoulders. She brushed a hand over the grey fur of her stomach, looking around the room again for any distinguishing markings. She racked her brain as she leaned against the sink, but she could neither remember anything about her past, nor how she arrived in such a place.

The mouse jumped as a loud clank rang throughout the room, the door suddenly hissing loudly before creeping open. The door swung out into whatever area was beyond her room, a tall, burly figure dressed in what looked like an orderly uniform standing in the doorway. The lighting in the hallway was less bright than in the room, so she couldn't make out anything beyond the fact that the figure in the door was at least twice her size, both in height and sheer mass. Some primal urge welled up inside her, her fur suddenly standing on end as she stared at the figure in the door... a feeling of fear and compliance drowning her reason in an instant as she heard a deep voice speak.

"Subject 160514... step out of the room," the obviously male voice spoke.

The mouse's ears drooped, her tail wrapping around her waist as the tip settled into her hand. She slowly moved towards the imposing figure, stepping into the hallway. It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the lower light levels, but when they did she could tell that the orderly was a gruff looking bear. Once she had moved in front of him, the door to her room began to close, the bear pointing down the hall.

"Walk," he said in a commanding tone, the frightened mouse not able to do anything but follow his orders.

The orderly followed close behind her as they passed a number of similar doors to the one she stepped from. The doors had strings of numbers painted on placards, similar to the number the bear had stated when he had addressed her. Wherever she was, it was apparent she was some kind of test subject, though for what she couldn't fathom. Eventually the rooms stopped, the hallway opening up to a larger room. Along either side of the walls, she could see what looked to be stalls or booths, each one with a closed door. The orderly directed her to one that was open, some kind of chair sitting inside.

She hesitated for a moment, but as the huge bear stepped up behind her, fear beat out reluctance, the mouse hopping up onto the chair. Almost as soon as she got settled on the seat, a pair of restraints shot out of the armrests, wrapping around her wrists and locking her to the chair. The mouse let out a squeak of surprise, struggling lightly against the restraints. The bear ignored her struggles, shutting the booth door once she was restrained. There was a whirring noise emanating from above her head, something large and metal pressing down atop her head. A pair of lenses flipped down over her eyes, and before she knew it, the world flowed away.

She was... out in a grassy field, the bright sun beaming down its warmth upon her. Things felt... odd... artificial... only for a moment. The warmth of the sun seemed to focus on her chest for just a second, but then returned to the full body warmth she had been feeling. She lounged in the grass for a while, though something in the back of her mind nagged at her. She thought she heard voices speaking softly in the warm wind blowing over her, but she couldn't make anything out. Her body began to feel the signs of fatigue, the mouse settling down to sleep in this comfortable setting.

When the mouse awoke again, she was once again in the bed in her cell, lying under the covers. As she sat up she noticed a few new things. Firstly, she had a terrible case of cottonmouth, though luckily she spotted a plastic glass upon the sink. As she got to her feet she noticed a slight heaviness upon her chest, but her concern for water overrode her curiosity. She quickly filled the cup up with water from the sink, guzzling it down and refilling it a few times before her thirst was finally slated. Being in front of the mirror, she noticed that something was wrong with her reflection. She looked down at her chest, noticing a distinct change in the size of her breasts.

Where before her breasts were barely bug bites they now looked comparable to small lemons. Her hands raised up to cup her breasts, a wince flowing across her face. They were quite sore, especially around her nipple. She pulled her tube top down, letting her breasts pop free. Her nipples looked swollen, a small red prick visible on each one. The mouse's examination was cut short as the door to her room clanked, unlocking and opening to reveal another orderly. Almost immediately the fearful feeling flooded over her, her hands quickly tugging the tube top up over her breasts again.

"All right, subject 160514... step out," the orderly instructed, waiting for her in the hall as she hesitantly approached. This new orderly was a large tiger... not nearly as big as the bear from before, but he was just as imposing.

The mouse was once again directed to the room with the booths, sat down, and forced into some state of unconsciousness. She awoke once more in her room, and as soon as all her faculties returned she sat up and pulled the covers off her body. Her chest was the first thing she checked, her fingers probing into her flesh. They didn't seem changed from the other day, and were much less sore than before. Her eyes trailed down from her chest, checking the rest of her body. Her stomach was still the same, flat tummy it had always been.

When the mouse's hands reached her hips she squeaked in surprise. She felt, and looked, as if she had gained a number of inches around her hips and butt, her hands caressing the new swells of her rear. She got up and nearly stumbled, her new hips causing her to walk oddly as she hurried over to the mirror. While she couldn't look as closely as she wanted at herself, she could easily tell even from a few feet away that her hips had widened a significant amount, giving her bottom half an almost child-bearing look. Her rump too had been expanded a good deal, the shorts stretched slightly over the heavier cheeks.

She jumped upon hearing the door to the room clank and swing open, her ears lowering as she realized it was again time for her treatment.

The next time she awoke, not much had changed with her, though as she looked over herself she found she was wearing a thin metal collar. The thing had a small digital display indicating her number upon it. She was unsure what was going on, nor why they wanted her there.

From then on, time ran together, the mouse obeying the orderlies. As time passed, though, she began to feel more and more bold, until she finally decided she was not going to leave the room when the orderly came for her. This time she wasn't going to be the shy little mouse.

It was the burly tiger again this time, though when he called out her identification, she sat on her bed, shaking her head. "No... I'm not going..." she said, trembling heavily in fear. She had no idea what the big tiger could do to her, though he looked like he could have easily dragged her off against her will.

The tiger crossed his arms over his chest, letting out a frustrated sigh. "160514, exit the room now, or you will be disciplined..." he said, waiting for the mouse to move. She shook her head again, refusing to move from her spot.

He sat for half a minute before moving next to the door, apparently manipulating something affixed to the wall. It only took a second, the mouse letting out a scream as a debilitating shock issued forth from the collar, and then she collapsed upon the bed. She let out a small sob, the shock having drained her.

"You have three seconds, 160514, before you are disciplined again," the tiger said coldly. The mouse scrambled as quickly to her feet as she could, tears dripping down her cheeks as she followed the tiger along to the booth room. She continued to sob up until she finally passed out, her dreams this time filled with odd, repeating phrases.

"Almost ready," and "Increase dosage," echoed through the serene field as she dreamt, making her feel uneasy throughout the whole thing.

Upon waking next, the mouse found herself upon her side in her bed, though it felt like they had wrapped something tightly around her chest. She had trouble breathing, and as she moved to sit up, she found the reason why. As she rolled over onto her back, she could feel a heavy weight press down upon her chest, a feeling of dread welling up in her stomach. As she removed the sheets she saw why. Her breasts had grown hugely, easily bigger than her head. They were tightly packed into her grossly undersized tube top, her flesh bulging above and below the thin fabric.

She sat up slowly, the heavy protuberances on her chest weighing her down. Her hands reached up and cupped her heavy tits, a whimper making its way out of her throat as she felt how sore her breasts felt. She could feel something warm forming around her nipples, two wet spots suddenly appearing through the stretched fabric. She slowly rolled the top down off her breasts, beads of milk dripping from her nipples. She looked around the room for a moment, eying the sink as she slowly scooted her way to the edge of the bed. She nearly fell face first as she stood up, her heavy breasts drooping down towards her navel. She rushed over to the sink, slowly reaching up and cupping one of her heavy breasts, pointing the nipple towards the sink and giving her breast a squeeze.

Her nipple issued forth a long spurt of her creamy milk, her opposite nipple dripping into the sink. The pressure and soreness began to diminish in her one breast, though it looked as though she was far from empty when she eventually switched to her other breast, draining her tit of milk before being interrupted once again. The heavy door opened, a new orderly she had never seen before standing out in the hallway. He called for her, and remembering the last time, she quickly obeyed. She returned her tight top over her now huge bust, the top still fitting tightly over her breasts despite her attempts to drain them.

The orderly directed her in an opposite direction this time, taking her down a few hallways before leading her into a large, expensive-looking elevator. Hitting the button for the top floor, the two sat in silence as looking elevator ascended its shaft. The mouse shifted nervously, taking a glace up at the orderly. The tall bear stood stoically by the controls for the elevator, not even giving the mouse a second glace. Her eyes quickly shifted down, going to look at her feet until she remembered the two bloated orbs hanging from her chest, her eyes seeing nothing but her tightly packed cleavage. She whimpered to herself again, unsure what purpose these people had for her.

The elevator finally arrived at its destination, the ding breaking the mouse's chain of thought. As the door opened, the mouse could see a lavishly decorated office hallway, several closed doors lining the sides of the hallway as the two walked down the hall. The mouse crossed her arms under her chest, half holding her breasts up to stop them from bouncing too much as she walked. The hall was cool, the AC up high, causing the mouse's thickened nipples to poke through the think cloth of her overstretched top. She shivered as they stepped to the end of the hallway, a large set of double doors laying at the end of the hallway. The orderly stepped up to the door, rapping a few times before stepping in and leading the mouse along.

"Sir... I brought subject 160514," the orderly said, speaking towards a large desk, behind which an expansive executive chair sat.

The chair circled around, a surprisingly large wolf in an expensive looking suit sitting upon the chair. "Ah, good... you may leave her here and return to your duties," the wolf said, dismissing the orderly and looking over at the mouse with an appraising eye. The orderly moved the girl to stand in front of the desk and then exiting the office. The mouse stood nervously in front of the wolf, trying futilely to cover her expansive bust.

Once the door closed, the wolf looked sternly at the mouse, his eerie blue eyes capturing her gaze, leaving her frozen still like a deer in headlights. "Lower your hands," the wolf said slowly, keeping the mouse locked in his gaze. Her hands quickly dropped to her sides, her breasts bouncing down upon her torso. A shiver ran down her spine, her nipples suddenly throbbing. Something about the wolf's voice was having an effect on her. "That's better. Now, how about that top...take it off," the wolf said next.

The mouse wanted to hesitate, wanted to disobey, but something inside her forced her to comply, her hands moving on their own accord and pulling her top up over her head and dropping it on the floor, letting her breasts hang unsupported from her chest. Her nipples once again began to leak her milk, droplets dripping onto the carpeted floor. The mouse's face was awash with confusion... she didn't want to reveal herself to this pervert of a wolf, and she definitely didn't want to give him anything to look at! "Wha... what..." she began to say, struggling with her words, almost not able to speak for some unknown reason.

"'What did we do to you?' You my dear girl are no longer in control of yourself... I am. Thanks to a number research breakthroughs we can modify and control the subjects of our procedures. Now how about taking off those shorts..." the wolf said, his voice taking on a more commanding tone. Almost of their own accord, the mouse's hands slipped into the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down her legs and leaving herself naked in front of the wolf. "Ah... our scientists did a beautiful job with you... though let's see how well the control is working. Come over here and bend over my desk," the wolf commanded, leaning back in his chair.

The mouse's body hesitated for a moment before moving around the desk, the short mouse propping her chest up on top of the desk as she leaned herself over, milk beginning to pool under the mouse's breasts. Tears welled up in her eyes, the mouse unable to resist the control of the wolf. She felt like jumping upon feeling the wolf's large hand grope her plush rear end, his fingers moving from her ass down to her inner thighs.

"It also seems like you are getting off on being controlled, girl... your thighs are wet," the wolf said with a chuckle, pulling his hand away and licking the sticky juices from his fingers. The mouse trembled atop the desk, knowing the truth despite wanting to deny everything. The wolf stood up behind her, removing his sport coat before reaching down to his belt and unbuckling it. The mouse could hear the wolf's trousers fall to the ground, as he stepped up behind her. "I have to say, being the head of the R&D has its perks. The modification techniques were perfected long before the control process took off... so some of us higher ups were able to take advantage. You can take a look if you want," the wolf commented with a smirk.

The mouse felt a little control over her body return, and though she didn't want to, her curiosity got the better of her. She turned her head and gave a look over her shoulder and instantly regretted it. The wolf was holding his shaft; not even fully erect it was thicker than her wrist, the length nearly as long as her arm. The mouse gulped, quickly looking away and whimpering, her body no longer under her control.

"I knew you would. Now, you might have to spread yourself apart girl, it won't fit as you are..." he said, the mouse's legs spreading, her hands moving back behind her and spreading herself apart. She whimpered, her body trembling as a feeling of helplessness flooded over her. She wanted to jump as she felt the head of the wolf's huge shaft press against her nether lips and push forward. Her face winced as the wolf worked himself into her, her cunny flesh stretching tight around his thick cock. Her breathing came in short pants as the wolf's cock pressed deeper and deeper into her, the mouse filling with more cock then she thought possible.

When the wolf finally hit the end of her canal, the mouse let out a gasp of breath she didn't know she was holding. The wolf let out a small chuckle, his large hands taking hold of the mouse's rear end. He pulled his hips back, the mouse's inner flesh clinging tightly to his cock as it pulled out before the wolf pressed forward again quickly. She cried out as the wolf's pointed head wedged against her cervix, the wolf working up a hip pounding rhythm. With each of the wolf's thrusts the mouse could feel the inner barrier to her womb stretch wider and wider, letting the wolf's shaft slip more and more into mouse till she could feel the top of his sheath pressing against her crotch. She could feel the wolf's cock head leaking pre right into her womb, the shaft leaving a bulge along her belly from its sheer girth.

"Hmmm... I have to say you are much better than the last subject they brought for demonstration... she could hardly handle my full girth..." the wolf said with a snicker, slipping his hand beneath the mouse's chest, giving both her breasts a squeeze. "These certainly don't disappoint," he added as the pooling puddles of milk grew larger. The wolf let out a small moan as the mouse's inner muscles gave his shaft a squeeze, the wolf pulling the mouse back with him as he sat back down in his large chair. The front of the mouse's chest was a mess of milk, her thick nipples leaking little rivers down her fur. Tears stained her cheeks, her face a mix of fear and pleasure.

With them now seated, the wolf slid a hand down the mouse's front, caressing the bulge of his cock through her hide. "Ah, a much more relaxing position... how about you ride my cock for a bit," he said, bucking his hips up from under her, causing her to squeak loudly. The mouse's legs moved up onto the large chair, her body squatting over his lap, drawing some of the wolf's shaft out from inside her. She raised herself up as high as she could before pressing herself down upon his shaft, the head pressing up into her womb once more. Almost on auto pilot, the mouse's body rose back up once more, only to press down upon the wolf's shaft more quickly than before. Her slow, bouncy rhythm jostled her breasts with each descent, flinging milk out over the wolf's desk as she pounded herself along the wolf's cock.

The mouse whimpered as she felt the base of the wolf's shaft begin to swell, pressing into her cunny and stretching her more and more. Finally, the wolf gave the mouse a rough thrust upward, the thick bulb of flesh popping into her cunny before quickly bloating thicker. The mouse's riding motions were stymied, the wolf's hands settling upon her thighs.

"Mmmm... you handled my cock... let's see how you handle my load..." the wolf whispered into the mouse's ear, thrusting up into her, causing her to cry out, her cunny clenching tightly at the wolf's knot. He let out a loud grunt, hands gripping onto her thighs as he pulled her tightly onto his shaft. The mouse stiffened, feeling the pulse of his heart through his shaft before the first eruption of cum flooded her womb. The mouse threw her head back as she was filled, her cunny losing a spurt of girl-cum as she hit her own orgasm.

She could feel the wolf's cum pooling in her belly, quickly surpassing her internal capacity. The bulge of the wolf's cock in her belly began to distort as the wolf's cum filled her belly, his knot effectively keeping the mouse plugged. Her hands dropped down to her tummy as it filled with the wolf's voluminous load, looking almost like she had stuffed herself with a huge meal. Within moments she surpassed even that, looking well into a pregnancy, her belly sloshing with the wolf's hot cum. With the mouse hitting her orgasm, her milky breasts let down fully, spurts of her creamy milk raining down upon her swelling belly as it pushed up under her.

The mouse couldn't believe how much she was being filled, her belly quickly filling out to a near-term look. Her belly button had long since popped from its home, the mouse laying practically limp upon the wolf's chest. With his orgasm waning, the mouse's tummy's growth slowed as well, leaving her looking overdue, if not nearing term with twins. She panted heavily, a vacant look in her eyes as she laid limply in the wolf's lap. The wolf palmed her belly, chuckling loudly.

"Oh, I think you will work out fine..." the wolf said, pressing his hand into the mouse's belly and causing her to moan.

*****

"As you can see, gentlemen, the latest prototype has preformed outstandingly in elasticity, production, and compliance testing. I believe we are ready to move from experimentation to production. I will leave it to the board to mull over this decision. Have a good day."

The wolf pressed the end call button on the speakerphone upon his desk, gathering up the papers set aside on his desk and placed them away in his desk. With his desk clean, the large wolf headed to the side room attached to his office, the soft sound of a working pump emanating from inside. The wolf strode in, a large, toothy smile crossing his face.

"Well, the meeting went well... though perhaps I should have warned them of the... increase in fertility the procedure causes. Perhaps at the next meeting," the wolf said, stepping over to the formerly petite grey mouse, subject 160514. She hung from a harness suspended from the ceiling, her formerly large breasts having bloated even more, now nearly the size of beach balls since her original demo. A smaller harness was attached over her chest and back, two thick tubes with cups attached over her heavily lactating nipples; nowadays she was almost never completely emptied. Her lower torso extended well beyond the bloat she received from the wolf, her belly easily dwarfing the rest of body. Every now and then a small bulge formed along her drum-taut hide, one of the many children she carried making their presence known.

The mouse herself had long since lost any sense of reality, her dull eyes filled with pleasure as she was roughly relieved of her milk. The wolf snickered, stroking a hand along her belly before sliding it between her spread legs to fondle her leaking snatch.

"Not that you care much anymore, eh?" he said with a laugh as the experimental mouse let out a small moan, having fully adjusted to her new 'life.'

The End