"2020. The year everything changed. A chemical spill occurred on a worldwide scale, affecting all of humanity. No one died, at least not any more than usual. At the time of this report, the year is 2035 and men are naught but a distant memory. No one knows why it was just men who were affected by this toxic chemical, and quite frankly, no one really cares anymore. For years scientists tried to put logic into this, however nothing added up.

Eventually, the government withdrew funding into a cure for what happened. This was due to the public's lack of general interest, having adjusted to the 'odd' changes brought about by the chemical, as no one had truly been harmed, and what did happen wasn't entirely bad. But what did happen exactly? Well, put quite simply, the entire populace of males in humankind transformed. This gave rise to the third gender, Futanari, a common name in Japanese culture for humans with both genitals.

While little has been revealed about how the chemical spread, many were preoccupied with its effects. For approximately five years after the spill, most of the world was in a state of confusion and, in some countries, chaos. It's understandable of course, since Futanari were extremely rare during those times, but it also brought a string of unexpected side effects. As is commonly known today, Futanari have extraordinary libidos, to the point that sex is necessary for them. Naturally, this conflicted many of the world's religions.

Suicide rates increased exponentially during those initial few years. However, as people came to terms with their new bodies, everything calmed down. As is to be expected, the new gender was fully capable of impregnating women and each other. Not only this, but the sperm carried by Futanari is far stronger and in greater numbers than any recorded male's. For example, a man's average was approximately 10mls per ejaculation. Even the most underdeveloped Futanari is capable of producing 250mls per ejaculation.

Not only that, but the chemical did have a minor effect on females. Not once, in the fifteen years since it happened, has a woman been recorded to be sterile. In addition, the average pregnancy yields at least three children. This coincided well at the time, as the total population of Earth had suffered greatly due to extreme terrorism by the terrorist group ISIS, along with various other factors. When the chemical spill happened, humanity was done to as little as four billion people, with birth rates on the decline.

In many respects, the spill was a blessing. And, this may just be my personal opinion, but given how the various governments didn't seem nearly as concerned with what happened, it is possible they were responsible. But that's purely conjecture on my part. Anyway, since then the population of Earth has risen back to seven billion, and scientists have found a way to effectively produce food without draining any other resources. Also there are no shortage on jobs since the adult entertainment industry exploded.

Prior to the change, people were often shamed for owning or watching pornographic material. That is no longer the case. Roughly forty percent of the entertainment industry is now pornographic in nature, even mainstream films often feature sexual content. This is due to the majority of Futanari being so open about their desires, and the eventual acceptance of it. But that's a topic for another day.

As I've ran out of time for today, I'll wrap up. Many women have become dissatisfied with their own bodies and are even jealous of the sex appeal all Futanari seem to have. Due to this, several scientists and surgeons are working in conjunction to create a procedure to allow women to become Futanari themselves, though progress on this has been slow for the most part. Even so, it seems certain that this procedure will be available to the public in the future. There's no doubt in my mind that Futanari will begin to outmatch the number of women, until the entire human race is hermaphrodite. Thanks for putting up with me."

The assembly politely clapped. Most had dosed off during the presentation, others were beginning to idly tease themselves or their neighbours, though those were mostly futanari. The presentation, while given by a rather gorgeous college sophomore, was not of any real interest. All those there had been taught all of this in history. The only one who seemed at attention was a freshman in the back, a somewhat scrawny girl who was one of the few people in the world who suffered from short sightedness. She was also a lesbian through and through.

This was also rather uncommon. Most women tended to have an attraction to both Futanari and females, due to the similarities between the two. However, this girl only had eyes for one, that being the sophomore now taking her seat. Gwen, the girl in the back had never been able to work up the backbone to ask her. As was normal however, Gwen soon learned that the girl was strictly interested in Futanari. That was eight years ago.

Gwen had graduated from college and even gotten over the girl. Or so she had thought. She hadn't seen her for years after the presentation, nor had she truly felt any desire to see her, but that was all changed. It was at the graduation ceremony that Gwen saw her again, and she was stunning as ever, if not more so. While that was now quite a few years ago, Gwen's desire for the woman hadn't faded at all. Then it just got even worse.

While out looking for work, Gwen happened upon her upperclassman yet again. It was in a clothing store, one which specialised in catering to futanari in particular, with pants designed to support the shaft and scrotum perfectly. They even offered pants with an easily accessible opening, allowing for quickies no matter the situation. The upperclassman, whose name Gwen had realised she'd never actually learned, was working at the checkout. Gwen gulped nervously upon seeing this.

None of the other tills were open. It was a slow day for them, as such many of the workers were on break. Gwen walked up to the counter, shaking slightly as she kept her eyes downcast as she did so. Despite the time that had passed, with her being 24 years old now, she was hardly any different to her first years of college. She was short, barely 5'2'', with skinny arms and legs, though her hips were curved well, as was her rear. She lacked any bust to boast of, not even needing a bra.

She adjusted her glasses and looked up. It was so hard to do so, as her gaze fell on the woman she so desired. She wanted to run and hide somewhere. The woman was perfect in every sense of the word. Her face practically glowed with her peppy attitude and health, her button nose situated perfectly on her face. Beneath it were her full, luscious lips coated in a vibrant glossy red that was so inviting. Gwen had to resist the urge to lick her own lips in want.

Above them were her eyes. They naturally perfect as Gwen would expect, with a light blue colour and framed by thick lashes. The irises even seemed to have a subtle glow to them, one of distinct sensuality and a seductive glimmer that almost had Gwen moist just from looking into them. Just what was this woman? No way could a human have such a gorgeous profile to go along with the perfect figure. Her breasts strained against her shirt, the restraining cloth clearly a couple of sizes too small for her.

Gwen only glanced at them, but she could see the nipples poking through. She wasn't wearing a bra, and, if the promiscuity of most people was to be believed, she didn't have panties on either. The scrawny girl quickly looked back up, not wanting to be caught. Like everything about her, the way she felt so bashful about anything sexual was a rarity. Most people were so nonchalant about how they presented themselves. No matter how revealing it was.

As it was, the woman of her desire was dressed so provocatively. Her shirt, several sizes too small on her, barely covered the bottom of her breasts, a small breeze enough to reveal them and possibly her large areolae. She was wearing a pair of hot pants, tight around her curvaceous ass and, if Gwen had to guess, there was no panties beneath. Though this was solely based on what looked to be a slightly dark patch on her crotch.

Gwen on the other hand was as concealing as could be. Though even then, it would be considered revealing twenty years ago, with her standard length skirt - which only went halfway to her knees -tight shirt with 'Oppai' on the front, and a lack of bra. She was wearing panties. But they were what used to be referred to as a thong, however they were the normal underwear now, for females at least. Even if she wasn't particularly good looking, it still made her nervous to have something that didn't guarantee protection from keen eyes. At least she was able to stay under most people's radar.

Sometimes Gwen swore she was born in the wrong era. But cursing when she was born never did any good, as such she went with what she could. Summoning her will power, she opened her mouth to speak.

"H-hi, my n-name's G-Gwen." She stuttered, cursing herself silently for being so nervous. It was just another conversation, one where she could hand in her résumé and hopefully get a job, something she'd done quite a few times since graduation. The woman of her dreams simply smiled kindly.

"Hey there, Gwen. I'm Connie, what can I do for you?" She asked, her tone polite and professional, if a little amused. The girl was quite cute after all, though Connie could tell she was just a plain woman.

"Oh, uh, hi... Uh, I-I w-w-was loo-looking at the, um, website and I-I noticed y-you had a j-job position o-open." Dammit, why was this so hard, Gwen thought, almost biting her tongue to try and stop herself from talking. Connie looked her up and down, noting Gwen's mostly confident stance, though her stutter worried her.

"Sweetie, I'm not sure this is the best job for you." The gorgeous woman said, genuine pity in her voice. Gwen knew what was wrong.

"S-sorry. I-I'm not u-usually l-like this." She explained, hoping it would help.

"Oh? Then what are you usually like?" Connie asked, leaning forward slightly. Gwen tried to avert her eyes from the cleavage that was now on display, produced by those perfect G cups.

"W-well, I-I don't s-stutter so m-much." She said, despite stuttering greatly.

"Really now?" Connie replied, a small amount of amusement on her face now.

"Y-yeah, i-it's y-your f-f-fault anyway." She said without thinking. This made the bigger woman giggle, causing her chest to bounce enticingly. Gwen kept her eyes away from them, though it was quite the struggle.

"Honey, you're cute and all, but you're not really my type. Sorry." She said. It was almost maddening to Gwen, that this woman she so desired seemed to be even more perfect than she had thought. She was so nice.

"Oh, it's not that. I-I'm s-s-s-sorry, I don't kn-know what came over me. I-I'm here for the j-job." Strangely, her embarrassment helped her control the stutter slightly.

"Sorry, I just assumed, what with you stealing looks at my boobs all the time." Connie said apologetically, while hefting one of her boobs with a hand. Gwen blushed lightly as she resisted to urge to do the same.

"O-out of curiosity, w-what is y-your type?" Gwen asked, hoping to make small talk and possibly even befriend this beautiful girl. Connie just grinned slightly and answered.

"Well, Futanari with big, big and I mean, big dicks. Though a rocking bod wouldn't hurt." Gwen looked away at this, blushing as she imagined what Connie's ideal partner would be. The woman gave a small laugh.

"Man, you're cute. Not many people get embarrassed by that kind of stuff these days. Usually just makes them horny." Connie joked. Even Gwen laughed a bit at that.

"Y-yeah, I get that a lot. Um, h-here's my résumé. So, uh, if I get an interview c-could you p-please l-let me know? My numbers on there as well." She said, trying to get out of this situation, lest she risk making a fool of herself again.

"Sure, feel free to pop in again sometime." Connie said with a small grin. Gwen returned the expression before taking her leave, at least she hadn't made a complete fool of herself. Walking outside, she let out a deep sigh of relief. Hopefully, she would be able to get an interview and a job afterwards. As she walked down the road to her one room apartment, currently paid for by her fairly well off parents, she spied a flyer on a board. It was extremely common for people to put up fliers all over it, but one in particular caught her eye.

It looked like a flyer by a university of science. As one might expect, it was asking for volunteers to join a test program, one for an experimental procedure to turn a full-fledged woman into a Futanari, of any size. Gwen's mind flashed back to Connie, and how she liked Futanari with big dicks. Unable to help herself, Gwen read over the flyer and took a small piece of paper from it, the first that anyone had taken. They were strips that worked as sort of coupon; show it to the university and they'd direct you. From what Gwen had seen, no one else was really interested. Probably due to the fact that it was an experiment.

She continued walking down the street. From the images she had seen from first couple of decades of the twenty first century, not much had honestly changed. Thanks to the chemical spill, there had been very few terrorist attacks or any military combat whatsoever, even if it was there at all times, in case something happened. The most recent terrorist attack had been about nine years ago, and even then it was just a well-endowed Futanari using her cum to stop trains or cars from running. Gwen had heard the person had made a 'cum bomb', which was basically a condom filed with sperm.

As for places like the mall or just the streets, it was basically the same. The larger cities had massive advertisements, though they weren't simply LCD televisions and massive speakers, but actual holograms with stages. Some places still used TVs for these, but anywhere that was popular within the porn industry used holograms, as it was a far more effective way to market the tantalising imagery or entice those who clung to some form of purity. Fortunately, Gwen had chosen to live in a fairly quiet city.

Describing a city as quiet was unusual. When most think of a city, they imagine car horns, police sirens or the sounds of several thousand footsteps walking the streets. But Gwen was in one that was far more peaceful than others. While it still had all the normal sights and sounds, such as the impressive skyscrapers in the distance, or the apartment complexes, there was a sense that this was a place one could relax in. Probably down to the friendly people who lived there and its lack of in your face, obnoxious advertisements.

Gwen herself lived in a fairly small apartment building. It was mostly for students, but she had continued to stay there after graduating. The rent was low, the other residents nice, and her landlady was fair and very kind. Of course, it was also near the shopping district, where Gwen now knew Connie worked. It was only 9:15AM at the time, so the walk back home was mostly void of other people. This gave Gwen all the quiet to look over the strip of paper in her hand.

It said the experiment was tomorrow. Anyone could come, no matter their health or age. Gwen's finger started tapping against her leg, a habit that had developed during college, coming about whenever she was deep in thought. The side effects were also listed, though they were mundane: diarrhoea, stomach cramps, discoloration to stool or urine etc. Any side effect that occurred and required hospital treatment would be covered by the university.

It also told her that there were options. They would be explained in greater detail on the day of the experiment, but the summary was that the volunteer, paid volunteer at that, could choose whether they what size they wanted to end up. 'Futanari with big, big and I mean really big dicks' Carrie's words echoed in her head, leading Gwen to sigh in disappointment, thinking she should have asked exactly what size. The girl sighed as she walked up the stairs to her room.

The temptation was undeniable. Gwen had been below average her whole life, save for her grades which were marginally above average. She'd never had any relationships, though one had been close when she was younger and she had fooled around with some of her friends, but nothing came of it. As it was, she'd rarely even explored her own body. Gwen could count how many times she had masturbated in her entire life with just her fingers, and most of them had been during college. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she remembered who was responsible for those.

The building was one of the few wooden ones left. It was furbished frequently, keeping it up to standard and appealing. Of course, it was outfitted with all electrical needs, even if the building and rooms were fairly small. Gwen's was no exception. Walking through the door, she had a sink and dishwasher on the left, a window on the right. At the opposite end, she had a single bed laid out with plain white sheets set neatly on it. Next to it was the only other door in her room, which led to her bathroom. There was no personal shower for her.

It wasn't too bad though. As she liked to remind herself, the other residents were friendly and they liked to make conversation, even though she wasn't all that interesting. The building had an addition, which essentially worked as the residents' bath and showers, with foldable walls available for privacy, though Gwen was the only one who tended to use them. She didn't have a bad life at the moment.

She sat down on the bed and kept studying the paper. They didn't even give contact details, simply offering directions to the campus and the date to be there. It was one of the many occasions she wished she had more friends she could talk to, but Gwen was usually pretty introverted, only asserting her opinion when angered or when necessary. Neither happened very often.

She could have called her parents, but she knew they'd support her no matter what. It didn't hurt that they were both Futanari, and famous ones at that, one for action/thriller movies and the other for her extensive list of pornographic works, as both director and star. Even if they were fiercely supportive, as soon as Gwen had moved out of the house, that they would only help pay for living expenses. They wouldn't pay for anything above the necessities.

Even then they only paid for roughly forty percent of the rent and a small amount of the food. Of course they'd told her to call them if she was in grave need of something. Gwen was honestly grateful for this, since she had often felt embarrassed by how spoilt she was as a child. Now, she was able to live somewhere with only minor support from her parents, and taking out loans, while doing a few odd jobs for brief periods to help pay. This was mostly freelance journalism, or website design. Both of which she had studied, though never found all that interesting.

It was something of worry for her. When she was younger, Gwen was naturally interested in playing and certain other subjects, but now, as an adult, she didn't really have many interests. She, like her teachers and parents had said quite often, had hoped she would find something during college. But nothing had come up. Now, she was simply hoping she could live her life out in peace and quiet with maybe a few highlights here and there. The strip of paper in her hand was probably the last chance she might have to shake things up for herself.

She set it down on a small table in the centre of the room. She would decide in the morning, after all, it said to come at 1:00PM. After that Gwen went about her day as normal, though it was mostly meandering around, surfing the internet, which was provided for free by the landlady. Gwen's laptop was a going away gift from her parents, as such it was highly valuable and high tech. Even if she had only really used it for surfing the web and writing.
Eventually, after a plain dinner and a dull day, Gwen went to sleep. Her dreams were uninteresting and easily forgotten as the morning came. She sat up and groaned, rubbing her eyes. She had no reason to be up in the mornings, her phone hadn't rung to wake her up, she wasn't going job hunting, and she certainly didn't have any plans. Through bleary vision she looked around her room, almost wishing she were back home. As she did so, her eyes fell on the only table, with the strip of paper on it. Suddenly, Gwen remembered what she had to do.

She grabbed her phone. It was where it always was when she slept, on the floor beside her bed. The time was 10:03AM, just giving her a couple of hours to make her decision. Gwen had a tendency to sleep for long periods of time if she didn't have an alarm. Perhaps she was a sloth in a past life, she thought with a small grin as she walked into her toilet to relieve herself. When she was done, her attention fell on the paper.

Sleeping on it hadn't helped much. She still couldn't make a final decision on it. It was an experiment, maybe it wouldn't do anything to her at all? She hadn't heard anything about it before, so it was clearly still in its early stages. But then it might work too well, maybe she'd go in wanting a decent sized cock, maybe nine inches, and walk away with one three feet long. Unnoticed by her conscious mind, a small burn of desire went through her at the thought of the latter.

As she sat on her bed, staring at it, time went by. The deadline was drawing closer and closer. Gwen's mind drifted to Connie again, and the accompanying desire that it brought. If she went through with this, maybe she'd have a chance with the hot young woman. Gwen nearly kicked herself then, as she realised that missing this opportunity was like throwing away her only interest, which, at the time, was solely Connie. Before her resolve could waver, Gwen rushed about getting dressed.

In less than ten minutes, she was on a bus heading to the university campus. The directions were simple, go to point A, then B, then C and so on. It was a local university, one for those mostly on a budget. This didn't inspire much confidence in Gwen, however she had looked into slightly the night before, finding that the, while it wasn't famous, it did have a high focus on cosmetic science and had produced many of the people leading in those fields. It just fell under the radar for most people.

After about half an hour of riding buses she stepped off at the campus. There weren't many students out at that moment, so either classes were in effect, or it was a holiday that Gwen wasn't aware of. It didn't particularly matter to her, as she made her way to the building given on the paper. She found it easily enough, since it was one of the few large sections of the main building. Walking into the building, she noticed a clock saying it had just gone 12:30.

Inside, the walls were almost completely white. The floor was the same colour, with a completely flat surface with black lines acting as the only decoration on it. On the walls, there were a couple of boards with papers pinned to them, with writing on them that Gwen knew she would have no idea what was written on there. Throughout the room were numerous tables, with a chrome silver paintjob, though why Gwen couldn't quite understand. Maybe because it looked scientific, she thought.

In the centre were two women jotting down on a tablet. Most people used them, but paper had remained, even if it was mostly artists and 'revolutionary poets' using them because it wasn't the norm anymore. Gwen would frequent charity shops or actual book stores; she just had a preference for the feel of actual pages. It was something her parents had bequeathed to her in a sense, as they had a fairly large collection of physical books.

The two were talking in hushed tones. They were clearly focused on something, though based on one of their expressions, Gwen knew they were somewhat worried by the lack of people who were coming. She tapped on a table, getting their attention.

"Um, h-hello?" She said, more as a question. The two were on her in an instant, walking over with relieved grins on their faces.

"Oh thank god you came." "You're first one." "Did you see anyone else looking for the building?" They asked in a rush, each one taking turns to speak. Gwen visibly shrank away from them, glancing between the two nervously.

"I, uh, d-didn't see anyone e-else." She stuttered, with the two students noticing how uncomfortable was.

"Sorry about that." One said, she was a good looking brunette, with a splash of freckles across her face. She stood almost a foot over Gwen's five foot two inches, maybe five eleven. The other was a good deal smaller, standing only slightly higher than Gwen, maybe two inches taller. She had platinum blonde hair, surprising Gwen slightly since the stereotype of blondes being idiots was alive and well. Her face was just as perfect as her hair, with smooth, flawless skin and full lips. Gwen was reminded of Connie.

This firmed her resolve somewhat. She was doing this out of hope that it would give her something worthwhile, that she could be passionate about.

"Yeah, we figured people would start showing up around 12 to be polite or something. Well, at least someone's here." She said with a wide grin on her face. The expression was warm, as was her voice, putting Gwen at ease, something she greatly needed.

"Don't worry about it." Gwen said and looked around, "I'm kind of surprised too, honestly." The blonde gestured to a seat at the table she and her colleague were using.

"Take a seat, I'll get you something to drink." She said and walked away, heading to a door on another side, probably to the kitchen.

"I thought we'd be starting right away." Gwen noted, as she took her seat. The brunette sat opposite her, slightly intimidating given her height.

"Well, there's a few things to talk about first. Like the flyer said, there're options available here." Gwen noticed how formal the brunette was in comparison to the blonde, though her tone was kind.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot about those. So, uh, what options do you mean?" She asked, trying to keep her calm and not become a stuttering mess like before. The brunette swiped the screen, bringing up a small list.

"Well, the procedure we've been developing offers quite a bit of freedom with the, uh, transformation." She said, not outright referring to the genitalia. She was thinking mostly of Gwen, whom she could tell was one of those few people uncomfortable about such things, given the blush she'd had since walking in.

"Oh, okay. So, you mean like whatever size I want?" She asked for clarification.

"Naturally, but there's also some finer details. We can make them thick and veiny, or a good deal hairier than normal, or possibly even give a second one altogether, the list goes on." She explained, and turned the tablet around to Gwen, with the list on display and a pair of boxes beside them, labelled yes and no, "Just fill out for now and we'll take care of the rest." Gwen read through the list and frowned.

"I thought you said I could choose the size."

"You can, but that comes later." The brunette said and leaned back, breathing deeply and stretching. It had clearly been a long day for her. Gwen didn't question her further and went about giving her answers. She tried to imagine what Connie would like, and guessed she'd enjoy something with thick veins. Check. Hair? Absolutely not, Gwen enjoyed her privates being deprived of hair. As she went about answering it, the blonde came back with a cup of coffee, something Gwen drank thankfully.

The rest of the list was a similar fashion, but there was nothing referring to the size. It still confused her, but she did as told and finished answering, handing it back to the brunette who read through it, nodding as she did so.

"Okay. Mostly just the usual kind of stuff," She noted aloud, "This should be easy enough. Though that last one, expanding balls, might be a bit tricky." Gwen blushed as she said that last part. She'd thought hard on that one, knowing it meant her balls, if the experiment worked, would expand with excess cum if she let it build up too long. At least she hadn't read the part about her sperm, "And the virility option is something as well, almost ten times the average Futanari's." Gwen swore she was redder than a tomato at that point.

Thankfully, the brunette stopped speaking and silently read the rest. She handed it to the blonde, who was clearly her assistant. She immediately ran off to get something from the back of the room, opening a sealed case and pulling out a vial of milky, off white liquid. She closed the case and came back.

"What's that?" Gwen asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"It's the experiment, well, part of it anyway." The brunette answered as the blonde went about pouring it into Gwen's coffee, mixing it up.

"Drink up. Don't worry, it's mostly tasteless." She added, seeing the girl's apprehensive look. Gwen drank it down, finding that the coffee now had a sweeter edge to it, contrasting with its bitterness quite nicely.

"That's not half bad actually." She noted, earning a small giggle from the blonde. As the brunette stood, she seemed to realise she had forgotten something.

"Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself, I'm Diana Ryan. I'm the one heading this little experiment, and this is Allie Johnson, my assistant." The blonde, Allie, did a little curtsy at her introduction, "Don't let her behaviour fool you, she's right behind me in academic grades." Diana explained. Allie pouted a little.

"Only because you never come to any parties." She said. Diana ignored her and led Gwen out of the room, "Hey! Don't leave me behind." The blonde said and gave chase, jogging lightly to catch up. Gwen looked back at her, and noticed the unmistakable bulge in her front. She couldn't fathom how she'd missed it earlier, since it looked to be pretty sizable. Her attention was brought back to her own front, where she noticed they were walking away from the main building.

"Where're we going?" She asked. Diana bit her lower lip, clearly nervous and didn't answer Gwen. Instead, they stopped outside a building that looked to be a gymnasium. There, she turned to face her.

"Look, you're not under any contract to do this. Of course we'll pay you if you go through with it, but you're under no legal obligation to go through with this, okay?" Gwen frowned and nodded, "Okay, you see, what we gave you is just the first part of the experiment," As she spoke she turned and opened the door and walked inside, Gwen and Allie following close behind, "The next part is you have to, well, um... ingest and be covered in the ejaculate of Futanari."

"What?!" Gwen almost shouted in shock as she entered. The place was pitch black, the windows covered for reasons she couldn't say. Diana suddenly turned on the lights, making Gwen blink at the abrupt influx of brightness. When her vision had cleared, she saw dozens, possibly even hundreds, or women sitting around a small pool of some sort. They all looked at her and smiled.

"Like I said, it's your call." Diana said, looking at the possible test subject, who was looking around the room. She couldn't say why, but she was feeling warm all over, like her clothes were stifling her. She gulped, finding her throat was somewhat parched.

"Why so many?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"This is to get you started, it should start the growth. All the Futanari here are below average in size, just as a kind of introduction for your system. If we went overboard right away... well, we don't honestly know what would happen, so better safe than sorry." Diana explained. Gwen wasn't really hearing her though, her attention suddenly turning to Allie, who was standing not two feet away. Why was she so much more interested in her than Diana? The brunette being the one who was answering her questions.

"S-so... I gotta d-drink th-their c-c-cum?" She stuttered the question, struggling against an unknown force of will within herself. Diana nodded.

"And get covered in it. Again, Gwen, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." She said, about to continue, but was interrupted.

"H-how big?" Diana frowned at her.

"What?" She asked.

"How b-big w-would this m-m-make me?" Gwen clarified, stuttering hard as her finger began tapping against her leg. She couldn't think clearly, her mind trying to process as best it could, but nothing was quite working.

"We're not entirely certain, but we don't expect it to be very big. However, if you continue the experiment after this then I can guarantee a size increase." She added, noticing a look of disappointment fall on Gwen's face. The volunteer licked her lips unthinkingly, her eyes scanning around the room. All of the Futanari were fairly quiet, some chatting amongst themselves, but the rest were waiting to see what would happen.

"And you're certain this will give me a-a-a cock?" Gwen asked, her eyes falling on a nearby Futanari, noticing her cock was already somewhat hard and straining against her pants.

"Yes." Diana simply answered.

"Okay then." Gwen said and stepped forward slightly, "I'll d-do it." Allie grinned at her.

"Great! Just strip off and walk into the middle, the others know what to do." The blonde Futanari told her eagerly, clearly looking forward to this. Gwen guessed this was the actual reason she was Diana's assistant. She did as told and quickly stripped off all her clothes, though the display wasn't provocative, she noticed the onlookers' expressions shift to one of subtle excitement. And it was because of her.

She was blushing a deep crimson as she walked between them. The pool was a decent size, about the same as that of the average outdoor swimming pool. She strode to the centre of it and turned around, looking at all of the Futanari.

"Okay, you can begin. Take it easy on her okay? She's pretty nervous." Diana said, the surrounding Futanari all nodding or saying they understood. It was a relief to Gwen that they seemed like good people, even as several of them hopped into the pool, while everyone else stripped down. She took a deep, steadying breath and looked at the first seven or so as they approached her.

"Okay, so, uh... how do we... do this?" She asked, nervously. They smiled comfortingly and walked up to her.