REORG
Day 1: The Promotion
It was just before 3 pm on a Wednesday afternoon when my phone buzzed. I was in the gym in the basement of my apartment building, struggling through incline chest press, when my phone reminded me I had a call with my boss. I had to hustle upstairs to my apartment, and I got to my laptop two minutes late, and I was still wearing a sweat-soaked t-shirt - the free shirt they'd given us all at last quarter's offsite.
If my boss noticed, he didn't care. The whole half-hour video call could have been an email. After all the layoffs this last quarter, he told me, I was getting promoted to associate tech lead. This wasn't a formal level, and I wasn't going to get a raise, but it set me on a trajectory towards an equity refresh. Or something. I spaced out towards the end of the call.
For the rest of the afternoon, I couldn't really concentrate on work, even after an energy drink. I put some AI agents to work writing code, I clicked on some calendar invitations, I scrolled through some group chats trying to figure out what "associate tech lead" meant. I cracked open another energy drink. It didn't help.
In the evening, after work, it was cold and rainy and I didn't feel like going outside. I wanted to buy something to treat myself for the promotion, but it wasn't really a promotion, and I couldn't figure out what I needed. I vaguely remembered hearing about some kind of muscle growth supplements on a podcast when I was at the gym earlier, from a company called Bovitech. It was pricey, but the podcast had a promo code, and entering CHANGE in the box at checkout knocked the price down by 10%. Plus, I was probably getting an equity refresh soon.
The supplements weren't going to arrive until Monday. Which was fine. It gave me something to look forward to after a rainy weekend at home, playing video games and trying to make some progress at the gym. I'd moved to town for this job, and I'd thought I'd be making friends and meeting people, but so far it hadn't worked out. At least work had been easy, especially since we went fully remote.
Day 5: The Delivery
The Bovitech supplements arrived early Monday morning. The black cardboard box had a sleek stylized cow's head logo printed in white, and my address, and no other information. Inside was a clear plastic bottle, with ninety white pills, each stamped with a mottled black cow-print design. This was the fanciest supplement I'd ever seen. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what podcast they'd been advertising on, but I couldn't remember. I listen to whatever podcast the algorithm recommends, so I generally don't hear more than a couple episodes of the same show.
The packaging also held a few sheets of documentation that explained the supplements. I skimmed the first couple paragraphs. One pill a day, every day, with plenty of food and water. There was also a phone number to call for "technical support", which seemed like a weird concept for a muscle growth supplement, but maybe that was just their branded term for customer service? I tossed the documentation in the garbage with the rest of the packaging.
I took two pills immediately, washed them down with an energy drink, and put a frozen burrito in the microwave for breakfast. A warm tingling feeling spread over my scalp, across my nipples, and down to my groin. After a night of gaming, I'd only slept four and a half hours, but somehow I felt refreshed.
I spent my whole work day distracted and restless and full of pent-up energy. I set the AI coding agents running like usual, and I sat in on a couple interview loops, but mostly I scrolled through forum posts reading about other guys' experiences with these Bovitech supplements. It sounded like most of them had a really positive experience. A lot of posts about a week or two of Bovitech supplements giving you great energy and consistent muscle gains. No one online had anything to say about the long-term effects yet. Probably because these supplements were still pretty new.
That evening, in the gym in the basement of my apartment building, I had the best workout of my life. It was legs day, and my squat form was perfect, and I felt an exhilarating rush of energy as I powered through hip thrusts and lunges. I felt powerful, and that made me horny, and when I got back to my apartment I had to jerk off before I could make my protein shake. I came fast, and the orgasm was so intense that I saw stars.
A few hours later, while I was lying in bed scrolling through my phone, I realized that the company I worked for also owned the company that made Bovitech, so I could keep getting the 10% discount using my employee code. This was great news. I took two more of the Bovitech pills, and scrolled through workout advice videos, and I realized that the excitement and anticipation of my new gains had me rock hard. I spat on my palm and pulled down my boxer briefs. This orgasm was as deep and satisfying as the one earlier in the evening. Cum pooled in my belly button and along the base of my sternum. I fell asleep without wiping it up.
My dreams that night were confusing. I dreamt of being fed beyond the point of fullness, being roughly handled around my chest and butt and thighs, and orgasming repeatedly even though my body ached. I woke up to my alarm blaring, and to the mess of a wet dream. I took a couple more of the pills before I started my Tuesday morning meetings.
Day 39: The Workout
A few weeks later, I was at the gym on a Sunday afternoon, listening to whatever podcast the algorithm recommended and ordering groceries on my phone between shoulder press sets. I'd just hit a new one-rep max, just like I had every week since I started the Bovitech supplements. I'd been eating way more, which I didn't mind, because my gains had been so consistent. My boss had announced a new round of free t-shirts to commemorate a product milestone, and I'd switched my size from a L to a 2XL, just so I'd have some room to grow.
My dick twitched in my shorts as I added five more pounds to each side of the bar. I'd been horny all the time the past few weeks, taking breaks between video calls to go jerk off, waking up from wet dreams. I couldn't tell if this was a side effect of the supplements, or just my enthusiasm about the growth.
(The supplements did have some side effects. My nipples were swollen and tender and sensitive, and sometimes I woke up with a headache or an upset stomach. Other people who'd started taking Bovitech around the same time were reporting the same side effects in the forums. This didn't really bother me. Small price to pay for the gains I'd been seeing.)
I couldn't resist flexing in the mirror before I started my next set. I could feel my shoulder day pump, and my traps and delts looked huge through my sweat-soaked shirt. My pecs were rounding out, my quads were bulging through my shorts, and my triceps were straining the sleeves of my shirt. I'd been gaining some fat along the way (my belly was spilling over my waistband, and my nipples were poking through my shirt) and my build was more musclechub than toned muscle - but I knew this was part of the process. I was excited to build more muscle and then lean back down.
Once I got that build I'd been hoping for, I'd finally feel good about getting out there on weekends, and making friends, and going on dates. I'd moved to the city a few years ago, but I still spent my weekends at home gaming and lifting. It was finally starting to feel like I'd have the confidence I'd envisioned for myself since I moved here. Things were looking up.
I unracked the barbell, and the feeling of my tight sweaty t-shirt grazing my tender nipples made my dick throb. I thought about the Bovitech pills I'd be taking with my shake this evening. I was already working my way through my second ninety-day supply.
Day 54: The Call
I woke up from a vivid confusing dream about being handled roughly and forced to cum repeatedly - just like every night. My sheets were soaked, my nipples were sore and tender and swollen, and my stomach was empty and growling - just like every morning. On this Monday morning, though, something was wrong. I had a splitting headache, and when I reached up I felt a hard bump on each side of my forehead.
I started sweating with panic. I pulled myself out of bed and got myself an energy drink from the fridge to wash down a couple Bovitech pills and put a family-sized frozen lasagna in the oven for breakfast. Work was starting in five minutes, but this morning was a three-hour mandatory video call about executive reorganization. I was naked, so I made sure that the camera was off before joining the call. Hundreds of other people were joining at the same time, all with their cameras off as well. I turned the volume on my work laptop to a bare minimum, just so I wouldn't miss the end of the meeting. Then, I started checking the forums to see what other Bovitech users were saying.
It was hard to concentrate, because I'd woken up painfully horny, just like I had every morning for the past few weeks. My pecs had gotten so round and so soft with muscle and fat, and my nipples were so perky and so sensitive. I'd gained enough weight that I could reach them both with one hand with a little effort. I could feel the precum leaking against my thigh as I tweaked my nipples.
A wave of pain from my lower jaw through to my nose and forehead brought my situation back into focus. I checked the forums. Plenty of posts about nipple sensitivity, plenty of posts about appetite gain and weight gain, but nothing about headaches or forehead bumps. I was still playing with my nipples. My dick was hard and hot against my underbelly, and precum was pooling on my desk chair. I knew I had to jerk off to clear my head before I could deal with this.
I thrust my dick between my palm and my precum-slick underbelly with one hand while I tweaked my nipples with my other hand. Even through the pain of the headache, this felt warm and satisfying, and I lost myself in the pleasure. I felt drool dripping down onto the tops of my pecs, and I didn't care.
The oven timer for my lasagna dinged loudly. My neck and chest and the top of my belly were covered in drool, and my thighs and belly and hand were covered in precum. I'd somehow been edging for over an hour. My headache had gotten worse. I got another energy drink from the fridge, left the lasagna to cool, and started the AI agents to work writing some code, just so I'd look more productive. The mandatory three-hour video call was still running in the background.
As I tucked in to the lasagna, I felt the bumps on my forehead with my fingertips. The pain came in waves, but the bumps remained, and they were too large and too firm to be acne. I definitely needed to call tech support. I'd thrown out the documentation that had come in every box of supplements, and it was weirdly hard to find any contact information for Bovitech online, but by the time I finished the lasagna I'd tracked down a phone number.
A chipper AI voice answered the call and said "Thanks for calling Bovitech! I'm going to put you on hold for a moment, all right?" and I laughed, because I knew my company had built that deep resonant AI voice. I switched to speakerphone, turned up the volume to drown out the work call, and set the phone down on my desk. Instead of hold music, the line hummed with a strange static buzzing and the sound of distant bells that I couldn't ignore. Heat rushed through my body, and my nipples started to ache. I squeezed them between the tips of my thumbs and index fingers, but I realized they were too sensitive for that much pressure, so I switched to rubbing them both in long slow circles with my palms. The flesh under my nipples had gotten firmer, and they looked perkier and puffier, and the new sensitivity was almost overwhelming.
I felt myself start to drool again as I rubbed them, and the saliva dripping onto my pecs lubricated my nipples enough to rub them faster. I started panting. I could feel an orgasm building. Right as I was about to finish, though, my headache crescendoed as the two bumps on my forehead burst through the skin into hard sharp half-inch peaks.
This snapped me back to reality. I wiped up the drool and precum and sweat and cum with the free t-shirt my job had sent us to celebrate last quarters's reorg, and I waited for the tech support call to come off hold. Suddenly this didn't feel fun or horny anymore.
The AI voice finally returned just a couple minutes later. The video call was still running, and my AI agents were still generating code, so technically I'd been working the whole time. "Hi again! Thanks for sticking around. What can I help you with today?"
I took a swig of my energy drink and tried to speak clearly and calmly. "Hi! I've been taking between four and seven Bovitech muscle growth pills a day for the last seven or eight weeks. I'm experiencing some unusual side effects. I'd really like to talk to a representative about this."
A pause. "Okay, wow! You didn't just take the recommended one pill a day—you found a unique approach that worked for you. And honestly? You should feel proud that you're forging your own path with these proprietary supplements. That's a testament to your innovative and ambitious spirit. I'm going to put you on a brief hold again, and when I get back, let's work together to navigate the complexities of your situation."
I couldn't keep my patience with the friendly AI voice. I snapped, even though I knew that the system wouldn't really respond any differently. "More waiting? Seriously? This is urgent."
The AI voice, of course, kept the same chipper tone. "More weight? It's important to note that we can't actually alter your weight directly—but we can do something more nuanced. All the Bovitech supplements you've been taking have suffused your body with a comprehensive network of nanotechnology. Let's harness the power of those nanobots to explore what that might feel like."
"Wait, what?"
"That's correct, weight." Again, the static buzzing and distant bells. All my muscles tensed powerfully, all at once. My back arched, hard, and for a moment I felt internal pressure like a building orgasm. My whole body was hot, and a prickling sensation radiated up from my balls through my navel and into my nipples then across my skin. My toes clenched and my fingers straightened. I could feel sweat running down my back. The sudden heat made me gasp. Then, as I exhaled, all the hard firm muscle I'd accumulated over the past couple months through all my hard work at the gym since I'd started on the Bovitech supplements softened and sloshed around my body and settled as soft malleable fat.
My broad shoulders turned soft and doughy. My bulging quads relaxed into toneless pudge. Even more fat pooled over my musclegut, giving me a deep navel, an belly overhang that spilled onto my lap, and wide hips that almost touched the arms of my desk chair. Most alarmingly, my firm round pecs drooped into perky jiggling breasts. I'd lost all my muscle, and gained a soft feminine build with such big tits and hips that I almost had an hourglass figure.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled. When I sat up in my desk chair, my newly fattened body jiggled with a gentle ripple. What was it saying about nanobots? I hadn't read any of the documentation when I'd started the supplements. But here I was, fully softened and fattened by whatever signal the Bovitech systems could send remotely. My nipples had spread, and they sat wide and puffy over the fresh new fat. I touched one with the tips of my fingers and felt a new exhilaration unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I started working one nipple with each hand, from the outside in, ending with a long tugging motion. I was panting and drooling when the AI phone system responded.
"Oh, I see now. You said 'wait', W-A-I-T, and I heard 'weight', W-E-I-G-H-T—and that's on me. At the end of the day, we here at Bovitech are in control of the meticulously crafted nanobots currently in your body. In light of this, let me know if you'd like me to reverse the changes."
I was too lost in the feeling of my suddenly changed body to respond. I stroked one nipple with my thumb. A droplet of cream beaded at the tip, thick and pearly white. I watched it pool against the side of my thumbnail, and then brought my thumb up to my mouth. It was rich and sweet and mellow. I moaned a little without meaning to, repeated the motion on my other nipple, and moaned again.
"Sorry, I didn't get that. I'll be putting you back on a brief hold." This time, the static and the distant bells barely registered. I was preoccupied.
I held one of my new breasts underhand in each palm and kept pulling the nipples in long slow strokes to let out more milk. I licked it off my hands and palms, and then reached under my newly pillowy belly to jerk off using my milk and drool as lube. My dick was slow to harden, and felt smaller and less stiff than usual, but I didn't care. I leaned back in my desk chair, panting with ecstasy. A rivulet of milk ran from one of my nipples down over my curves and pooled in my belly button.
After a minute, the AI voice returned. "Let's delve into these side effects you've been experiencing. When it comes to our groundbreaking Bovitech supplements, it's not just about creating an experience that resonates with our test subjects—it's about harnessing the power of nanotechnology to deliver a transformation that's nuanced, comprehensive, and robust. Can you describe these side effects?"
I started at the sudden return of the voice. When it started speaking, I was licking my own milk off my hands, and sucking it off my fingers. It had a grassy flavour that made my mouth water. I swallowed fast and tried to concentrate. "What was that about test subjects? Could you repeat that?"
"We'd like to develop a comprehensive understanding of the landscape of changes that may be associated with Bovitech supplements and foster innovation in the nanotechnology space. Could you share more information about these side effects you've been experiencing on your journey? To help us make data-driven decisions with this cutting edge technology, we don't just want a high level summary—we'd like a deep dive with granular detail.
I'd gotten distracted again by tasting my own milk. It was so hard to focus through the haze of intense horniness. I wiped away drool and milk from my chin with the back of my hand and tried to pick up the conversational thread. "Detail?"
"Did you say 'tail'? We can utilize our nanobots to unlock that potential, elevate your experience, and showcase the abilities of our nanobots."
The buzzing and bells returned. My whole back cracked, one vertebrae to the next, from my neck all the way down my back. I stood up abruptly and kicked the desk chair back as the sensation spread beyond the base of my spine. My centre of gravity was lower and further forward, and I stumbled briefly against the edge of the desk. A half-empty energy drink can clattered to the floor. I could feel a tail extending from my body, long and thin with a tufted switch at the end. It swished back and forth against the seat of my desk chair behind me. My headache returned as well as the sharp peaks on my forehead pushed out another inch. The discomfort of the headache dispelled the horny haze. All the muscle I'd worked so hard to build had been converted to soft fat, and I had a swishing tail and nubby horns, and I was lactating. And instead of providing any actual assistance, the AI kept making things worse.
The voice returned. "Now, what are the issues I can help you resolve?"
At this point, I was standing and yelling down at my phone on the desk in short staccato syllables. My body had changed so fast that I was having difficulty standing upright, so I was leaning on my desk with both palms. "Human representative. Human. I need to speak to a human. Let me talk to an actual fucking human."
A pause. "Okay! What I'm hearing is that, when it comes to the issues you're experiencing, you're dissatisfied with feeling too human—and honestly? We can resolve that for you."
The phone vibrated so hard with the buzzing and bells that it fell off my desk. The bells were louder than they'd been before. I tried to yell something at the phone, but the building pressure in my head took my breath away. I fell to my knees, and then briefly down to all fours. Through the sudden sharp dizzying headache, I was dimly aware that my newly soft and round belly almost touched the floor at this angle. A wave of intense blinding pressure swept from the base of my skull through to my nose, elongating my skull into a bovine muzzle. My vision blurred and then resolved as my eyes' alignment shifted. The full length of my horns pushed out from my skull. The intense sudden pressure made me swoon forward, and the tips of my new horns briefly scraped against the floor. I reached up to feel their shape. They were sharp, and swept forward, and spread almost as wide as my shoulders. My breath returned as the pressure eased. When I blinked, I could see long dark eyelashes. I thought I was going to moan, but the shape of my mouth and vocal chords had changed, and my tongue was wider and thicker in my mouth. My moan escaped as a long low "moooooo".
"Did you say 'more'?"
I had barely risen to my knees, and I was panting heavily while trying to explore the new shape of my face with my hands. There was no way I could communicate any kind of coherent response before the next round of changes started. The patchy chest hair that used to run along my sternum and now piled into my cleavage started to grow into thick white fur. Then, with an intense tingling ripple, the fur coverage spread out across my chest and belly and then down over my arms, hips, thighs, and calves, then up my neck and over my face. Mottled white and black fur now covered my bovine head and my soft curvaceous body. I ran a finger around the boundary between fur and nipple. A droplet of milk leaked out. I found myself mooing again. I tried to stand up to explore these newest changes to my body, but my knees seized up and my toes pointed, and I fell back down to all fours. My feet and calves realigned with a rippling crack that vibrated up through my legs. As I leaned further forward onto my elbows to take the weight off my legs, I could feel my breasts graze the floor, and my tail swish against the bottom of my desk.
From my position on all fours, I couldn't see past my newly furred breasts and belly well enough to see my legs, but I could tell they had changed. I rolled over onto my back, and realized my weight had shifted even further. It felt like the Bovitech nanobots had redistributed mass from my legs as even more soft fat on my hips. I ran my hand down my thigh. My fur was soft, and the skin underneath was warm and yielding. Further down, the shape of the joints had changed in ways I couldn't quite understand. Instead of feet, I had hooves now. Dizziness overwhelmed me. Standing seemed too daunting, so I lay on the floor under my desk, running my hands up my quivering thighs, over my newly widened hips, around the curves of my belly, and under my breasts.
My body felt incredible. I held both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled thick creamy milk from both. My leg twitched with pleasure, and my hoof kicked against the underside of my desk. Then I sucked the milk off my left hand while I reached under my belly with my right hand to use my milk as lube. I wasn't entirely hard, but the feeling of my milk-covered palm against my shaft made me moo again anyway.
"Okay, great. At this critical juncture, we've fully explored the space of available transformations that Bovitech can deliver. Your approach to self-experimentation with our next-generation nanotechnology has been agile, dynamic, and fast-moving—and honestly? This is a real game changer for the Bovitech mission. We'd like to offer you a seamless transition from your current role to a new position providing proof-of-concept testing for Bovitech's thought leaders and subject matter experts. To optimize our operational efficiency, we'd implement one final phase of enhancements to ensure compatibility, cooperation, and compliance. This would be a new paradigm, but not a new career—it would still fall under the same corporate umbrella, you'd retain not just your current level but also your current salary, benefits, and promotion opportunities. Would you like me to initiate these changes, so that you can embark on this journey with us?"
The question sobered me up. I stopped touching myself for a moment and stretched my arms above my head while I caught my breath. My perky furry tits moved unexpectedly with my arms, and for a moment I lost focus and almost brought my hands to my nipples, but I regained concentration. Was this what I wanted? It hadn't been what I'd envisioned when I'd started the Bovitech supplements, or even when I woke up this morning. But the horns, the hooves, the tail, the milk, the curves all felt intensely right. Plus, I still didn't understand what I was doing as an associate tech lead, and all the code I'd been checking in was agent-generated, and eventually someone would realize that I didn't know how to do my job. Better to take the lateral transfer, right? Especially if it came with this body. I breathed in deeply through my new bovine nostrils, then answered. "Yeah. For sure. Sounds great to me."
This time, I could clearly hear that sound on the phone line was a cowbell, overlaid with crackling static that communicated directly with the nanobots coursing through my bloodstream. No external physical changes this time. Bovitech was rewiring my brain. For a moment the world went cold and grey and hard. All my worries and frustrations about the strange changes to my body, about my career, about this uncooperative AI assistant faded abruptly. I was aware that an external presence was in my brain, curtailing my concerns and reprioritizing positive thoughts. For a brief disorienting moment, my body felt entirely in someone else's control.
Then, everything returned to normal. I felt the kind of warm fuzzy glow that I'd usually associate with the aftermath of an orgasm. I was insatiably horny and a little hungry. This was the body I was made to have. And I couldn't wait to learn more about how Bovitech was going to use me for their research.
"To summarize: you have been ingesting several times the recommended dose of Bovitech supplements for several weeks, I was able to activate the nanobots in your system over the phone to facilitate a physical realignment, and we have just completed a synergistic cognitive restructuring. In light of this, I'm arranging for an extraction team to your address. You're not just a valuable customer to us—you're a source of crucial scientific data that we can leverage at this pivotal juncture in the Bovitech trajectory."
I wasn't listening anymore. I was lying on my back on the floor, drawing milk from my nipples and stroking my half-hard dick. My newly hooved legs quivered with the intensity. On the video call on my work laptop, an executive was apologizing that the meeting was going overtime, but they had so much more reorganization to discuss.
Day 69: The Facility
It had taken a couple weeks, but the Bovitech facilities team had finally gotten my new onsite apartment all set up. I had a sleek new laptop, and a wider and more comfortable desk chair, and an expense account for food delivery. The team had told me that this new building had a gym in the basement too, but I hadn't checked it out yet. I'd been spending my days eating and sleeping and jerking off, and getting used to navigating floors and doorways with my cloppy hoves and wide-set horns, and drinking enough water to stay hydrated even as I constantly leaked milk.
The scientists who came to visit me every day or two were dressed in multiple layers of protective gear. They told me they were very impressed with my milk production. One of the scientists had taken a small sample of my milk for analysis, and then they'd come back the next day and filled a whole rack of test tubes with milk, so clearly I was very helpful to their science somehow. They were less impressed with my cum production, and I'd heard them talking about some kind of reconfiguration if it didn't improve, but I didn't let that bother me. At least I would never have to sit through a quarterly all-hands video call about executive reorganization ever again.
I figured some of you might be interested in one of the stories I've been working on.
