The woman with an hourglass build raises from the floor, her new layers of flesh subtly jiggling with every little motion she makes. Her breasts shake and her thighs rumble as she gives herself a look-over, poking and prodding her bigger body. Her face is plastered with a sort of childish wonder, not the utter fear you were expecting.
"Let's see," Horwan begins, taking a tape measure from the nearby counter and running it along her bosom, "38 inches. What an amazingly large growth! And this belly, too."
"Yeah, you look great Ms. Horwan, but what about those horns?" you say, motioning to the pearly white nubs on her forehead.
"Ah yes, these things. They seem to be the only truly Bovine thing about me. Otherwise I seem to have just gained the measurements," she says, playfully patting her gut. "Could be worse. I remember when we first started the experiments. Poor Doctor Wilson decided to inject himself before we even tested it. Poor bastard literally became a pig!"
"Geez, what happened to the guy?"
"Let's just say Area 51 had plenty of bacon for the next few weeks," she says, laughing. You can't tell if she's joking or not.
Pushing past her (hopefully) morbid attempt at humor, you redirect the conversation to your reward. It may have just been a simple injection, but you still feel entitled to something. Something sexual, judging from her earlier implication.
"So, about that reward," you ask, eying her from head to toe.
"Oh yes, of course, after the experiments, my dear. We still have a LOT of ground to cover,"
"Come on, you whine, motioning down towards you pants. She smirks as she locks on to the tent that is your crotch.
"Science really brings out the best in people, doesn't it?" she says, her jovial mood not lightening up. "Just a bit longer, please."
You give her a puppy-dog frown.
"Gosh, you look really cute like that," she begins...