Research Volunteers: Hucow Stories

Doctor Morse shuffled through his papers nervously. His dry throat ached. He cleaned his glasses compulsively. Overwhelmed did not even begin to describe his condition. Richard Morse was only thirty five and on the verge of beginning a top secret, military funded research project that could forever change the course of human existence. And he’d skipped breakfast that morning. Tucked away in the back of the biology building among the other junior researchers offices, he prepared his first address to his volunteers. After weeks of vetting, he’d managed to select four young women for his first human trials. As far as they knew, they were testing a new type of fertility drug, which they were. What Morse omitted for the sake of his research were the other desired effects of his formula. On his desk sat a stack of waivers signed five times over which included in their language the possibility of virtually anything. As someone who was so meticulous about his own life, he found it strange so many had been so willing to sign a document that listed death as a strong possibility.

He checked his watch. “Twelve minutes,” he murmured. His test subjects waited in a lab on the other side of the building. He’d sent a grad student to offer them coffee and pastries. Ideally, they would get to know one another and feel comfortable discussing their experiences. The less they felt alone, the easier it would be for them to report any unusual occurrences. Morse gathered up his notes and files and started down to the lab. His shoes clicked on the tiled floor as he walked, attracting the weary gazes of the other professors in their offices. Morse had expected some hostility from the other professors when he’d been brought on staff. The research world was very competitive outside of immediate collaboration. The others looked down on him as somehow cheating in being so young. Though he was aware of the hostility, Morse did not think about it much. He thought of little other than his own research.

Morse was a wiry man with stringy hair and ungainly limbs. He often looked as though a marionette had sprung to life with a great sense of purpose and direction. Despite his slight frame and unimposing demeanor, he was given a wide berth as he cut through the crowded student lobby of the building. Old eccentric professors attracted loyal followings through charisma and charm, but young eccentric professors seemed like deranged madmen constantly on the verge of snapping. It did not help Morse that even at thirty five, he looked barely twenty. But still, he spent most of his time wrapped in his own world, unaware and uncaring of what those around him thought. He crossed through the crowd of students and made his way down the hall to his normal lab. A new wave of anxiety hit him as he reached the door. He peeked through the port hole window for a glimpse of the room.

He saw the four women sitting on stools behind the lab counters. Helen, Nikki, Maria, and Lucy. He recognized each of them from their submitted photos. He’d done none of the preliminary testing, choosing to remain aloof until he was working directly with his chosen subjects. He was pleased to see they all looked in good spirits, but more so that they looked very much like what their charts had promised. His first metric had been age and general health. Helen was the oldest at thirty seven. Nikki and Maria clocked in at twenty five and twenty four, but only six months separating them. Lucy brought up the rear at the young age of twenty one. Lucy was also the only non college educated of the group. Secondly, Morse wanted volunteers who would remain committed to the program. In this regard, he leveraged their desire for children. Lucy was a kept woman whose husband had aggressively suggested fertility treatments after trying for two years. Helen was leaving the child bearing age and wanted to speed up the process. The other two, Nikki and Maria, were attempting to have children, but needed a little extra motivation to remain interested. They’d gone starry eyed when the payout sum was revealed.

Morse cleared his throat and opened the door. The women immediately stopped their conversation and watched him enter. He smiled at them nervously as he took his customary position behind the head station. “Hello, ladies,” he said. They all quietly murmured a response as he shuffled his papers. “I’m Dr. Richard Morse, and I’m the lead researcher on this study. We’re very happy to have you working with us, and we hope you’re as eager to begin as we are. I’m sure you’ll have questions as I go through, but please hold them to the end. I’ll remain here as long as you like to answer anything you can think up.” He paused and smiled again. The women half smiled back. Morse hated himself when he was trying to be reassuring.

“The core purpose of this study is to test the effects of a new drug, Boviol, on human subjects. After a long period of animal tests, the drug has been cleared for human trials, but it is unusual in the method that it was cleared. As it is a drug designed specifically for human body chemistry, the amount we can learn from animal testing is severely limited as far as the intended effects are concerned. Do not let that alarm you as to the safety of the drug. The animal testing has demonstrated that the compounds involved in Boviol do not present a significant health risk to human subjects. Boviol’s purpose is a natural approach to issues of fertility and reproductive health. This is an effort to develop a drug that not only increases the chances of conception, but also ensures a healthy mother and even possibly a healthy father.

“Now then, this is a preliminary meeting to resolve any outstanding concerns you have with the program. For future meetings, we will meet in the Yates building in the restricted section of the campus. In your packets, you’ve been given an ID badge. You’ll need that when you go to the Yates building. Once you are there, you will be escorted to the lab by one of the security team members. I know that is an unpleasant encounter, but you get used to it. The reason for the security is due to our research being primarily funded by the DOD, and they like to keep a tight ship. Our first session will be tomorrow at noon. The sessions will usually be short. We’ll take samples, measure your blood pressure, and other general things you might expect from a normal visit to the doctor. After all that is done, we’ll give you an injection of Boviol, monitor you for about an hour and then send you home. Sessions will be twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next three months. We expect this to be a smooth trial and are optimistic about the outcome. That’s a very brief overview because I want to be sure to address your concerns directly. Any questions?”

All four women shot their hands up. Morse smiled nervously.

The first two weeks passed without incident. The girls came in, ran their tests, answered a few question from Dr. Morse, and went on their way. The lack of any real development was frustrating to Morse as he’d expected the women to start seeing improvements within the first four days. Though fertility was one of the desired outcomes, a better body was the ultimate goal. The military had little interest in promoting pregnancies, but they were very committed to developing soldiers who could go farther on less food, or were less susceptible to exposure, or had improved strength gains. The test subjects reported no change in appetite or energy levels, though Lucy did mention during her third treatment that her skin had cleared up. Perhaps he could sell it off as a less extreme treatment for severe acne.

The first sign of promise came during Helen’s sixth treatment. “Have you experienced any change in mood or temperament?” Morse asked as part of his routine questionnaire. He went ahead and checked the box for “no” before she answered.

“Actually,” Helen began sheepishly. “I’ve been a little, well I can’t think of a better word, hornier than usual.”

Morse looked up from his clipboard, “Oh? An increased desire for sexual activity? Did this manifest in some way or was it something you noticed gradually?”

Helen’s cheeks turned red. “Both, I think. For the past week, I’ve been noticing men at work more than before, but last night, Ed, my husband, was in the shower after work. He asked me to come in and hand him a bottle of shampoo from the bathroom sink. When I saw him naked, something came over me. I felt very aroused and flustered. I got in the shower with him, and we…made love.”

Morse frantically made notes as she spoke. “I’m sorry. I know these questions can be uncomfortable, but this is part of the realm we’re researching. You said you ‘made love,’ would you describe the intercourse as romantic?”

“No, not really.”

“How would you describe it?”

“For me? Urgent. Ed was surprised to say the least, but he was more than happy at my mood swing.”

Morse couldn’t believe it. The first sign of a biochemical response to the drug had finally happened. “I hate to press, but the intercourse, could you describe it. Duration?”

Helen looked away in embarrassment, “About five minutes, I think. A little warm up time, but that was mostly for him to get over the shock. Once we started, probably closer to two minutes.”

“Did you achieve orgasm?”

“Yes.”

“Once or —”

“Several times.”

“In two minutes?”

Helen nodded. “Like I said, urgent.”

Morse finished writing. “Helen, I know you feel a little self conscious, but this is exactly the kind of thing that should be happening. This is a very good sign. Please report anything along these lines.”

“Anything?”

“Of course.”

Helen shifted nervously again. “It’s become a consistent thing. All I think about is sex. It’s not unpleasant or troubling, but it’s very noticeable. Sex with my husband, sex with my boss, sex with the guard at the gate, even sex with you. Through this whole conversation, I’ve been having these thoughts of getting on my knees and offering to give you a blowjob. Is that normal?”

Morse’s cock stirred slightly at the thought of Helen on her knees in front of him, but quickly focused on the science. “It’s a little aggressive, and we’d like to monitor it.” He went over behind a desk and pulled out a small notepad. Handing it to Helen, he continued, “Take this around with you until the next treatment. Whenever you think about sex in any way, make a tally mark. That’ll give us a decent understanding of how much it’s on your mind, ok?”

“Yes, doctor,” Helen replied as she took the pad. The relief of confessing her thoughts showed evident on her face. Morse immediately wondered if his other subjects were having similar thoughts.

“Alright, Nikki, do you have the little notebook we discussed?” Morse asked. After Helen’s report of increasing preoccupation, he’d asked the other participants if they’d experienced anything similar. All three had been too embarrassed to mention it. He’d given each of them the same task of making a mark each time they thought of sex. Nikki was his first to return with her notebook. She handed it to him with a broad smile. His techs had mentioned her behavior seemed unusual though her blood work and other vitals remained normal. Morse’s eyebrows raised as he opened the small notebook to see the entire first page covered in tally marks. He flipped through several pages, front and back, of the same thing. “Oh dear. I think it’s safe to say it’s been on your mind.”

“It’s all I think about. I’ve even started watching porn. My husband doesn’t know what to do with me. I was waiting for him last night. The minute he got in the door, I was on him. He can barely keep up.” Nikki continued to smile and spoke rather breathlessly as she recalled her encounters.

“You’re not finding it alarming? This preoccupation is not unpleasant to you?”

“Oh no, doctor, it’s the best! I’m wet all the time. I even told Greg he could use me whenever he wanted. Last night I was folding laundry and thinking about his cock when he bent me over and fucked me without a word. I only wear clothes when I go outside now. My bare pussy is wet for him all the time at home. He doesn’t like for me to play with myself though. Says its too distracting.”

For the first time in the study, Morse was the uncomfortable one in the room. “Nikki, you seem strangely comfortable discussing this. Even your terminology has changed. In your earlier interviews, you were hesitant to use clinical terminology to describe sex organs, but now you’re describing your sex life using slang. Why is that?”

She shrugged. “That’s how they talk in porn. It just feels better to call it my pussy. A pussy is where Greg’s thick cock goes.”

“How often are you having sex?”

“Four times a day if I’m lucky,” Nikki answered. “Once before Greg goes to work in the morning. I’ve started waking him up by sucking on his cock. I have to be careful though or he’ll cum in my mouth. Then when he gets home, I let him fuck me before we have dinner. Then usually twice more if he’s not too tired. Some times its only once before he’s so tired he falls asleep, so I go watch porn and fuck myself with my new dildo.”

Morse cleared his throat and pushed his chart over the bulge in his pants. His heartbeat was through the roof and his cock ached. This wasn’t a normal arousal response. “Ok. Nikki, that’ll do for today. We’ll see you on Thursday.”

He watched her stand up and leave. Even her attire had seemed to change. She wore low cut tops and tight shorts rather than the conservative jeans and blouse she’d worn before. As she left the room, he went over to a drawer and prepared to draw his own blood. Once he’d done that, he called in one of his assistants, a young man named Lewis, who had done Nikki’s intake. “Lewis, have a seat, this won’t take long. When working with Nikki, did you have any conversations with her?”

“No,” the grad student answered.

“You didn’t interact in any way other than drawing her blood.”

“Just directions and greetings that kind of thing.”

Morse took of his glasses. “Answer honestly, did you become aroused while she was present?”

Lewis didn’t answer at first. His feet fidgeted on the stool. “Maybe, a little.”

“Would there have been any reason for that? Did she have sexually aggressive body language? I know how she was dressed, but were you actively looking at her sexual features. This isn’t a lecture or a reprimand, just answer the question.”

“No, I wasn’t looking,” Lewis said, sullenly. “It was like something was happening to me…”

Morse nodded his head. “Thank you, Lewis. When Maria arrives, I want Erica to do her intake. It’s not a punishment. I experienced something similar. In one of the mice trials, pheromone production increased dramatically. It’s possible something similar may be happening with Nikki and the others. I’ll take some precautions on my end so that it doesn’t cloud my judgment. For you though, it will be easier if we let Erica handle it until I have more information.” Lewis talked with him for a while longer before going back to his work. Morse humored the young man and admired his interest in the research, but he remained distracted. If the women were starting to produce a type of pheromone, then a whole new set of problems could arise. One of which could be the termination of the project, which he had no intention of allowing to happen.

Morse spent the hour before his next session with Maria making notes. When Maria arrives, she reported similar experiences over the past week. She didn’t bring back her notebook, but explained it was because she’d run out of paper and threw it away in frustration. Morse had a hard time concentrating during the session. Maria, like Nikki, had taken to dressing differently, choosing only a bikini top and a pair of cut off jean shorts that did little to hide her ass. Morse was shocked security had even let her on site dressed in such a manner. Helen’s interview went similarly, though she seemed more in control of herself. She spent her time focusing more on the possibility of being pregnant and wasn’t dressed nearly as provocatively. Even so, Morse still noted his increased sexual appetite while she was present.

Lucy arrived last and was escorted into the lab by Erica who had an astonished look on her face. Morse immediately saw why. Though Lucy had not opted for some lewd attire, the reason for that was racy enough. Lucy had been a small chested girl when the trials began, but as she took a seat across from Morse, her breasts pushed out against the loose t-shirt she wore making it look like she’d stuffed basketballs under the shirt. “Hello, Lucy, how are you?” Morse asked, his eyes unable to leave the massive breasts. Her nipples showed clearly through the fabric.

“I’m peachy,” Lucy answered.

“I guess my first question is when did…this, happen?” Morse gestured to her chest.

“They’re awesome aren’t they? I think they started growing when I left here last Thursday. By Sunday morning, they were twice their original size. God, they felt good to play with. Roger stuck his cock between them and left a big sloppy mess all over my neck. He said they felt so good on his cock and that was before the milk came in.”

“Milk? You’re producing milk?”

In answer, Lucy squeezed her right breast, and a dark spot appeared on her shirt. “It’s so yummy too. I put some in Roger’s coffee. When he got home last night, he was like a madman. I think his cock was even harder. He came in the door, and I was waiting for him. He shoved his thick cock in me and filled me up with cum in no time. He wants to get me pregnant so my titties get even bigger. He didn’t even go to work today. He spent all morning drinking my titty milk and letting me suck his cock. I had to fuck him until he fell asleep so I could get to this appointment.”

Morse was visibly flustered. He pulled at his shirt collar nervously. If Lucy noticed his erection, she’d not indicated it. He moved further away from her. “Lucy, would it be alright if we took a sample of your milk? I think we’re making some pretty important progress here.”

“Oh sure. Will you take it? My titties are getting tight from the pressure already.” Before he could stop her, she pulled up her shirt, and her massive tits dropped into view. Morse had to actively suppress the urge to pounce on her. He put his thumb inside a drawer and closed it causing pain to shoot up his arm and distract him.

“No, Lucy, please put your shirt back on.” He pushed down the intercom after she followed his instruction. “Erica, if you could come in here and escort Lucy out to take a…new sample, please.” Erica appeared, somewhat confused about the topless woman, and guided Lucy out of the room. Morse remained hunched at the desk listening to his own heartbeat as the incensed arousal started to pass. After he gained his composure, he called out to Lewis, “Please have all our subjects come in tomorrow. I think we’re going to need to slow down their dosage and closely monitor them until we’ve reigned in whatever’s happening.”

Morse slept in his lab overnight. He’d been up till the wee hours of the morning running tests on everything he’d collected from the subjects. The results were amazing, but troubling. The levels of the hormone cocktail Morse found in their samples were well beyond the levels expected. It seemed the women had started producing it themselves somehow. Morse worried about his oversight more than anything. He hoped to get the women in the lab and under scrutiny before anything else got out of hand. Lewis made arrangements for them all to come in for a check up at ten. Morse planned to explain the new developments to them and keep them for observation.

He discussed the plan with Erica and Lewis when they arrived that morning. He was surprised at their loyalty and friendship. He’d selected them for their enthusiasm towards the research, but was pleased that they’d developed a small bond over their time together. Morse left them to prepare the observation rooms and returned to his lab to ready his notes. As usual, he lost track of time and did not notice as ten o’clock came and went. By ten fifteen, he realized his error and went to explore what was going on. He checked the lobby area, but found no one. Assuming none of the girls had showed up, he went to find Erica and Lewis in the observation room.

As he opened the door, an invisible wall of scent hit him. Instantly his cock hardened in his pants, and his clothes started to itch. The sight before him was mind boggling. On one of the beds, Erica was stark naked. Milk dribbled from the edges of Erica’s mouth as it gushed into her throat from where Helen held a massive breast. The voluptuous woman kneaded at the younger girl’s own tits, encouraging rapid growth as Erica’s body radically adjusted to the effects of the enhanced milk. Between the poor girl’s legs, Nikki lapped at her pussy, pushing fingers in happily as Erica’s thighs squeezed against her head. Nikki’s own breasts squished out from her chest as she leaned forward, using her free hand to play with her own pussy. On another bed, Lucy was on her hands and knees, a puddle of milk forming from the stream spraying from her engorged teats. Behind her, Lewis slammed into her pussy while holding Maria’s breast in his own mouth, happily slurping down the milk. They all writhed against one another in a delirium of sex.

The wave of pheromones hit Dr. Morse as he walked into the room, leaving him stunned. Seeing a new opportunity for cock, Helen pulled her tit from Erica’s mouth and made her way over to where Morse stood rooted to the ground. His intellect warred with his instinct. Earlier that morning, Erica had been a demure girl with barely any chest to speak of, but now she had near udders jutting off her chest. As Helen neared, the ache in his cock became too distracting. He needed to fuck something before he exploded. Helen obliged by undressing him, giving his cock a squeeze as she led him over to a spare bed. Morse’s attention went to Lewis. The young man growled as his cock slipped out of Lucy’s pussy and slapped between her full ass cheeks, spraying cum along her back. Morse had never seen his assistant naked before, but the thickness of his cock did not seem to be a natural occurrence. Morse also noticed that Lewis seemed more muscular and a bit hairier across the chest. Morse had considered a transference of the drug between partners, but he’d never considered anything like this possible.

“Dr. Morse, we almost forgot about you,” Helen cooed as she straddled him. “Your drug is the best thing ever! Us cows called one another this morning. We weren’t going to come in, but we decided we shouldn’t keep this secret.”

“Cows? You’re calling yourself cows? Why would yo—umph!” Lucy appeared beside him, Lewis’s cum sliding down her ass, and shoved her spurting nipple in Morse’s mouth. The rich nectar flowed over his tongue, and he craved more. He started to suck in earnest as she stroked his chest.

“It’s the best thing we could think of,” Helen continued. “I think Ed called me a cow first, but the other girls liked it too. So that’s what we are now, human cows with fat titties.” She moved slightly. Morse felt his cock slide against her soaked pussy. Lowering herself on to him, she sighed as his cock slipped inside. Morse’s mind was awash in pleasure as her heat enveloped him. “Ooo, your cock is gonna get so big. Ed’s cock is so fat he can barely move. I just mount him up and let him suck my titty milk until he fills me up with his cum. I can’t fit his bull cock in my mouth any more so when I want to taste it, I just let him fuck between my titties until he explodes on my face. Nikki’s lucky. Greg’s cock isn’t too big for him to mount her yet. She can still get fucked from behind with no problem.”

Lucy pulled her breast away, and a stream of milk sprayed across Morse’s face. Lucy stopped to give Helen a kiss as she rocked back and forth on Morse’s cock before moving over to play with Erica’s changing body. Morse couldn’t handle the sensations or the overwhelming taste of the milk and felt himself erupting inside of Helen. Oh god, I hope she’s already pregnant. How the fuck can I stop this? Helen paused for only a second as a micro orgasm shook her body. Then she resumed riding his cock. Morse was surprised that he remained hard, but it was at the bottom of a long list of surprises. “Your husbands have changed? How is that possible? We need to get help. This is getting out of control.”

Helen stopped. “Is that what you really want? Fine.” She rose off of him, his painfully erect cock glistening with their mingled juices. Helen pushed the other girls away from Erica and had the younger girl turn over. Thick, wobbling tits swung underneath as she arched her back and stuck her ass up in the air. Helen gave one of the nipples a squeeze and a stream of milk sprayed out. “Look what you’ve done, doctor! You can’t want to stop this. An hour ago, she was a flat chested nothing, but after thirty minutes of sucking our tits, she’s making her own milk. This will change the human race. If that’s not what you wanted, go on. Get the police or whoever and stop us. But, on the other hand, I bet Erica is desperate to feel a fat cock in her tiny little pussy. She’s ready to be a real cow and get fucked while she moos for you, isn’t that right sweetie?”

Erica’s hips shook in vain at the air behind her, but she let out a quiet, “mooooo,” in response.

Morse tried to look away. In the corner, Lewis continued to slam into whatever pussy was offered to him. The young man had a wild look in his eyes and his balls had clearly doubled in size. My god, I’ll turn into some kind of beast that can’t even think. Morse got off the bed and stumbled towards the door, but hesitated. No more loneliness, no more being looked over. My work will finally be recognized for the genius it is. Those old windbags will be desperate for my formula. He stopped at the door as the ache in his cock grew too maddening. He made his decision quickly.

The women cheered as he moved back to the bed, positioned himself behind his grad assistant, and slid his growing cock into her tight pussy. Helen stroked her back and squeezed her ass as Nikki offered her full tits to Morse. As he slammed his cock in and out of the fresh pussy before him, he wondered how far this could spread before someone stopped them. He thought of the security kiosk down the hall and the brunette that worked there, and smiled.