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The doors of the high-tech elevator silently slid open, revealing a vast atrium quite unlike anything I had ever seen in my life. Like a grand entrance hall hidden beneath the Stafferson Offices of Human Advances Special Research Facility, it contained a huge pair of holographic screens that dominated two of the titanium-paneled walls, displaying yards of information and announcements in bright white text. Around me, I could see just under a dozen more elevators, each ferrying workers and researchers to and from this strange subterranean facility. Small SOHA branded drones zipped about overhead, and as I stumbled out onto the atrium floor - reeling from amazement and exhaustion - a tall service robot pushed past me, like it was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Sorry sir" it beeped, nodding its head before continuing towards its destination.
"Terry? Are you alright? You look a little pale, sweetie"
Suppressing the urge to inform her that that was just how I looked, I swallowed my shock and forced on a smile.
"Y- Yeah, I just never expected to see something like this"
Lucy nodded approvingly.
"It's a marvel, isn't it? This, dear Mr. Stafferson, is where all the real work goes on in the Special Research Facility! The upper floors are just for minor projects forwarded from other facilities"
At her words, I really did go whiter than the wall paneling. All those test chambers - with their amazing wonders of science - were just minor projects?!
"What goes on down here, then?" I asked, waiting with bated breath for the answer.
"Ah ah, all in good time, sweetie. We need to get you all set up, first! Here, take these"
She handed me two small devices. One was an earpiece, similar to the one she was wearing. The other was a kind of high-tech wristwatch, which lit up as I raised it to my face. Messages, calendars, timekeepers both local and foreign... it was certainly steps ahead of anything most tech companies could put out.
"This will be your best friend while you work here, Terry. It contains all of your details and access codes, and will regularly update you with assignments. You can even send texts!" Lucy cried excitedly as we made our way down one shining hallway, tapping away at her own wristwatch.
My new device beeped. Glancing down, I saw a message from her.
The elevator was just the beginning, sweetie, I think I'm gonna like you
"What?!"
But she had already continued several steps ahead of me.
"Now, we've already had some of your belongings sent to your apartment block. Did I mention that you'd be staying in our housing wing?"
"Uh... no?"
"Oh... well, you are. Now, you'll have the rest of the day to get used to the place, and tomorrow you'll receive your first assignment. Got that?"
We stopped outside a sliding door, labeled "Housing Wing". Beyond it, I could see dozens of cubic apartments set into the walls, looking a Hell of a lot cleaner than the shithole I was used to living in.
"Um, yeah... Just one thing, Miss Davadis. I- I was told I was going to be an intern, like, just fetching coffee and stuff. What do you mean by "assignments"?" I asked, scratching the back of my head.
She nodded and pouted her lips, bringing back sudden memories of what happened in the elevator. I cleared my throat and averted my gaze, accidentally staring right down her top. Goddammit.
"Well, we didn't want to scare you off, sweetie. Don't worry, you won't be put through anything you're not capable of. Your father saw to that"
"What?"
Suddenly, Lucy's wristwatch started beeping. Her saffron eyes widening with surprise, she held a finger to her earpiece and gasped.
"Oh, darn it. Listen Terry, sweetie, I've got to run. Don't worry about it, okay? Your apartment is number 219! Buh-bye!" she cried, suddenly taking off down the hallway as her beeping watch grew louder.
I could only sigh and slump my shoulders as she disappeared down the titanium warren. This was goddamn overwhelming. Terry Stafferson, an official researcher in a secret division at SOHA...
A small smile crept across my face as I stepped through into the Housing Wing. I had to be honest; it had a nice ring to it.
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Apartment 219 was honestly a millennials' dream. Four solid walls, a floor and a ceiling, even electricity and running water!
I frowned as I dressed myself, having just spent the night on quite possibly one of the most comfortable single beds I had ever used. There was no sense in being cynical this early in the morning.
Truth be told, my lodgings were fantastic. A little plain and devoid of colour, yes, but wonderfully functional. A bathroom, a simple kitchenette and the main bedroom made up the bulk of the apartment, with a small closet housing many copies of my to-be work clothes. A desk with a sleek terminal sat in one corner of the room, proudly displaying the time to be 7:30. I had given the interface a look the previous night; I was even able to requisition materials for my own personal projects if I wanted to. This place was a dream.
My wristwatch buzzed, drawing my attention down to its flashing screen. Apparently I was too report to "CHT Chamber 12", whatever the fuck that was. Tapping the notification, the screen changed to present me with directions. Handy.
After visiting the nearby staff cafeteria - the meals were superb, even if they were synthesized from carbon - I gussied myself off and set off through the network of tunnels and hallways connecting the underground labs, taking in the sights as I did so. I got a little lost, but sooner or later, I wound up at the CHT wing, still none the wiser as to what it was.
My earpiece gave a whine, before a voice began speaking.
"Hey there, Terry, am I right? I'm Mavis, one of the senior researchers here at CHT. I can't really step out of the control room at the minute, but why don't you head on down to Chamber 12 and I'll give you the lowdown?"
She sounded cute, about my age, maybe a little younger.
"Yeah, sure. Thank you"
"Heh, don't worry about it, it's what I'm here for"
These halls seemed to carry a more serious air than the previous once I had been traversing; full of grim faced doctors and quietly murmured lab assistants. It honestly freaked me out a little, but mostly because it reminded me of high school. Terry Twatface was not a popular boy.
"So, I'm gonna have to be frank with you, Terry. Davadis only sold you half of the deal. Your dad suggested you for this job because you were, well... non-threatening"
... What?
"This is a tricky one to deal with. Our newest arrival doesn't like being monitored. Busts every camera and surveillance drone we throw at it, and tries to smash even mirrored glass. Hell, we can't even use our earpieces around it, the bitch seems to know when its not entirely alone"
"M- Mavis, what are you-?"
"We'll be sending you in on your own, is what I mean. No cameras, no mics, no nothing. You're a pretty scrawny dude, so hopefully you won't wind up like the last couple of guys"
"Wh- What?!"
"Just remember there's a panic button on your watch if things go tits-up! Good luck kid!"
With that, my earpiece shut off, and I was left standing at the mighty metal doors to CHT Chamber 12. Swallowing hard, I tapped my watch against a wall scanner, opening the door with a hiss. The inside of the chamber was fairly barren; just an expanse of white metal tiles covering every surface, save for a smaller door on the opposite side of the room. As soon as I stepped in, the doors slid shut, and my watched beeped.
"R- Right, assignment..." I stammered, glancing down nervously.
Assigned Researcher: Terry Stafferson. Subject: CHT-12 "Hilde". Goal: Retrieve Subject's basic measurements
"What the fuck...?"
I looked around to see that I had been supplied with measuring equipment. A height chart, weighing scales and a roll of measuring tape, to be precise. As I perused what I had been given, the door at the end of the chamber suddenly opened, scaring the sweet shit out of me. A large figure loomed in the dark room, and as I stood quaking in my boots, it slowly approached me, until it passed through the doorway and into the harsh light of the test chamber.
It was a woman, more than a head taller than I was, and dressed in a simple white jumpsuit. That wasn't what caused me to nearly fall to my knees with shock, though, oh no.
She had horns. A pair of yellowish ones, that extended from her head like a bull. Not only that, but a pair of cow like ears poke out from her tangled tresses of chocolate-brown hair, and as I stood there gawking, I spotted a similarly coloured tail flicking behind her. Once I took in her bovine features, the rest of her build started to make sense. Her chest was simply massive, and as she stepped towards me, I could see that her ass was certainly impressive as well.
A goddamn, honest-to-goodness cow woman. I never could have seen it coming.
"What?" she asked in a cold voice, her emerald eyes flashing.
Though frozen stiff with fear - having never been present with a non-human entity that stood a foot taller than myself - I eventually managed to produce a shakily hand a quack out a few words.
"H- Hello there, um... M- My name is T- Terry..." I stuttered, shivering so bad that I could barely keep my teeth from chattering.
She stepped forward and leaned in close, as if to appraise me.
"Te-rry..." she murmured, rolling my name off her tongue like it was something spiky and unpleasant.
She slowly walked around in a circle, allowing me to take all of her in. Her hair cascaded down her back in a brunette tangle, and her tail was topped with a little tuft of the same colour, poking through a hole in the back of her jumpsuit. When she turned around, she pounded a fist against her chest, causing it to bounce a little. The zip was just barely holding the suit together; this girl was stacked.
"Hilde. You don't seem dangerous" she finally stated, her voice quiet and cold.
Somehow that statement hurt. Probably should have seen it coming, considering how "non-threatening" I apparently was...
"R- Right, well, do you know why you're here...?" I asked, unsure of exactly how to proceed.
"To be poked, prodded, stared at and harassed" came Hilde's curt reply, glaring at the corners of the room, as if searching for something.
"Um... no, not exactly. I'm just here to take your measurements, if that's okay with you?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"You're asking me...?"
"Er, yeah. I wouldn't just jump you with a measuring tape, right?" I laughed, in a pathetic attempt at breaking the ice.
But that shit was as tough and frosty as ever. But at least Hilde seemed to believe me. With a dismissive nod from the cow woman - I still didn't know what the fuck she even was - I stepped over to the height chart and asked her to place her back to the wall. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms, but obliged me.
Six feet and ten inches. Just over a foot taller than I was. Holy shit.
Swallowing hard, I noted her height down on my watch and went to retrieve the weighing scales.
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"Huh?"
"I haven't seen you before"
"Oh, well, yeah. I just joined yesterday"
"Hmph. You look funny"
And for the second time that day, a strange cow-human hybrid drove a spear of ice right through my feelings.
Once on the scales, Hilde clocked in at a surprising 230lbs. She was pretty heavy, but I didn't say that to her, for fear of getting gored by those horns of hers. They looked sharp.
Finally, I pulled out the measuring tape and steeled myself. This was going to be tough. Human or no, there was no denying that Hilde was pretty damn hot. It felt wrong admitting that to myself, but one glance at the huge breasts concealed beneath her jumpsuit was enough to make me red in the face.
"O- Okay, arms up, please" I asked, staring firmly at the floor.
She made a disgruntled noise, but thankfully did as I asked. Slowly but surely, I took all of Hilde's measurements; arm span, waistline, even tail length. As I fussed about with the measuring tape and tapped the results into my wristwatch, the cow woman never took her eyes off me. It was clear that she didn't trust me.
I came to the final item on the list. Hilde's chest diameter. Oh boy.
"You done?" she asked, casually cracking her knuckles in a fashion that only slightly terrified me.
"Uh... just one more thing. Could I get you to raise your arms above your head for me? Please?"
With a roll of her eyes and a cluck of her tongue, Hilde lifted her arms and waited for me to finish. A drew close and prepared the tape, taking a moment to get over my nerves. I hadn't noticed it before, but she smelled really good, the kind of smell that reminded me of summer mornings at my mom's house. Before the divorce, anyway.
But as I made to wrap the measuring tape around the cow girl's chest, she suddenly gasped. The zip on her jumpsuit gave a defeated groan and suddenly snapped off, pinging me right in the forehead. The suit burst wide open, revealing a wondrous sight to me. A pair of some of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen lay right before my face, milky-white and slightly speckled with freckles. Hilde let out a shocked cry, shivering all over, causing white fluid to bead at the tips of her rosy nipples.
I was slack jawed. And like an idiot, I said exactly what was on my mind.
"Milk, huh?"
That earned me a punch across the face. I had to give credit to Hilde; the girl had a mean right hook.
"I knew it! I knew you were a fucking lecher!" she screamed, struggling to cover herself up.
"W- Wait, Hilde, calm down! I- I didn't mean to-!"
Again, she punched me, this time right in the stomach. As I gasped for breath and focused hard on not passing out, she suddenly grabbed me from behind and wrapped an arm around my throat, cutting off my air. Though her body looked soft, there was some impressive musculature beneath the surface. No wonder she was so heavy.
I tapped her forearm, struggling to breathe.
"P- Please! I- I- I'm sorry!" I choked, kicking my legs.
It was then that an unfortunate thing happened. The combined sensation of asphyxiating on a woman's arm and the heavy pair of tits pressing against my back was too much for Little Terry, and like a good little soldier, he stood to attention. Almost immediately, Hilde noticed the bulge in my pants.
"You're fucking disgusting, you know that?! What were you planning to do, huh?!" she roared, tightening her grip.
"Ach! C- Can't breathe...!"
"I know you got a fucking panic button on you, creep! Go on, press it! See what good that'll do!"
Despite the tense situation, I gritted my teeth and shook my head. I wasn't willing to let anyone else see me fuck my first assignment up, especially not like this. But Hilde took this as an act of defiance, so with an enraged roar, she reached down with a free hand and grabbed my belt.
"Not leaving until you get what you want, is that it, lecher?! Fine! Have it your way!"
In an impressive display of strength, the cow woman tore my belt clean off, tossing it across the chamber before ripping my trousers down to my ankles. I kicked and flailed in an effort to save myself, but no dice. With one fluid movement, she completely disrobed my lower half. Growling, she tightly grabbed my dick. It was almost unbearably sensitive, and the heat from her palm only drove me to gasp and gutter in equal parts shock and pleasure.
"You're filthy... Fucking disgusting!" Hilde hissed in my ear, her hot breath tickling the back of my neck.
With agonizing slowness, she began to stroke my penis, drawing elongated hisses from between my teeth. Stars were dancing at the edge of my vision; it felt completely unreal.
"Should have known you were after me... You guys always fucking are...!"
Reaching the apex of her stroke, she rolled her thumb across the head of my dick, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. She quickly tightened her grip in response to my squirming, only adding to my encroaching lightheadedness.
"You think I like being cooped up like this, huh?! You think I wanted to be fucking made?!" Hilde cried speeding up her assault.
I couldn't even form the words to ask what the Hell she was talking about. The friction was making her hand hotter, and by God, it felt absolutely glorious. The vice-like pressure nearly sent me over the edge, and as she babbled on in my ear, I found myself unconsciously bucking my hips, aching for release. It was slowly welling up within me. I was close.
"Come in here... think you can take what you want...? Fine... TAKE IT, YOU GODDAMN PIG!"
Hilde tightened her grip and stroke as fast as she could. And I'm sorry to say it was too much for me.
Every muscle in my body tensed as I climaxed, spurting rope after rope of gossamer cum across the test chamber, where it splattered against the wall and blended in seamlessly with the white wall panels. As I shivered and tried to collect my thoughts, Hilde abruptly rammed her knee into my back and booted me across the floor, where I lay in post-orgasmic shame. She gave me a disgusted look as I struggled to wipe the drool and semen from my coat.
"Stay the fuck away from me, lecher" she growled, marching back into her darkened chamber without another word.
Shaking, I uneasily struggled to my feet, my mind abuzz with confused thoughts and addled sensations. Did she just... jerk me off in a rage?
Stumbling over to the door, I finally found the sense to ring up Mavis and complete my assignment.
"I- I think I'm done here..."
"Woah, you're still alive, huh?"
As the door opened, I glanced at Hilde's room, before tracking my gaze over the the semen that was slowly trickling down the wall. I sighed, knowing that this probably wouldn't be the last I saw of her.
"Yeah... Just barely..."
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