Topic: Crimson Moon Alchemy Labs: The New Hire
Hey all. I got inspired over Memorial day weekend to do some more writing and came up with a new series based on people and places I’d already written about in universe. It’s a bit more slice of life (abet a very strange life) than wham, bam transformations, but hopefully there are enough of the latter to keep you all reading. I’m hoping to serialize it, dropping a chapter every Sunday. So be sure to tune in next week for the next chapter.
As I stared up at the blocky, heavily windowed building before me, my place of employment for the foreseeable future, I wondered how my life had gotten on this track. My life had been ordinary, almost boringly ordinary. I'd grown up in a 2-parent, white picket fence environment before heading off to engineering school where I'd knocked out my degree in four years. I think it was two days after graduation that I'd woken up one morning and realized I was about to lock myself into a dreary life. That had led to a day of frantic job hunting, putting in resumes to places I would never have dreamed of applying to merely a day previously.
After that the panic faded and I began looking for more normally places of work. Until…I got a reply back. I must have spent an hour, flipping the envelope over and over in my hands before I worked up the courage to open it. To my surprise, not only did I have a job offer, the salary was a good deal higher than I expected. That wasn't my only motivator for showing up here today, but it certainly didn't hurt. I think the deciding factor came down to a small part of me that wanted to push the envelope, to break out of the geeky introvert I'd always been.
A loud horn broke me out of my reverie and I managed to make it to the safety of the curb before a large truck, covered in more biohazard symbols that an emo teenager's bedroom, trundled through the space I'd occupied seconds before. That would have been my luck, to be flattened before I even made it into the building. This would have become a very short story, wouldn't it?
From my safer position, I took one last look up at the building I was about to enter. From the outside, it looked quite ordinary. Slightly off to one side in an office park full of nearly identical buildings, it was just another tree in the forest of concrete structures. The only hint of the fantastical things happening inside came from the small logo on the top corner of the building. CMAL, followed by a red moon half risen over a set of mountains.
Having put things off long enough, I plucked up my courage and walked through one of the double set of glass front doors. The bones of the lobby were much like any of the other building in the office park. There was a reception desk beside a row of turnstiles to prevent unauthorized access into the building. Next to those was a set of doors proclaiming entrance to a set of locker rooms, while on the other side was a small waiting area with a few couches and a tv. Someone had taped a small sign beside the television, welcoming new hires and asking them to wait in that area, so that was where I went. I took a seat on one of the chairs and killed some time watching the tv.
Instead of news, a rotating segment of company divisions and products passed by on the screen. While this could be snore inducingly boring in a company that sold say…paper products, I was in the lobby of Crimson Moon alchemy labs. Despite being only about as old as I was, they had made quite the reputation in a field where companies went back generations. They were known for thinking outside the box, or often reconfiguring the box itself, which made me wonder why they'd want someone as plain and by the books as me on the payroll.
As I sat there, the screen passed through the four main product divisions of CMAL. The first was Transformation Machines and Presses, the division I would be working in. They had a clip from a product demonstration last year, where a woman was pressed onto her husband's dick, and another from the same show about a husband and wife becoming a kind of ass-horse creature.
The next division was Potions and Consumables, which showed off a wide variety of products in a candy store inspired layout. A group of college age kids roamed the aisles, picking up little vials and sweets. A flip of screens, and they were enjoying their spoils. One boy's potion turned his hair green, another girl's chocolate made her breasts swell up two cup sizes. The trail of transformations finished with one girl who held her hands to her crotch and let out an "eep." As she dashed away, the unladylike bulge she was growing there was clearly visible through her thin skirt.
The third division to showcase projects was Living Transformation Applications, which the announcer remarked that everyone referred to as LTA. This division seemed to have to do with living transformation agents, like dakini worms and cockfish. They also fused people into animals, like the woman who became part of a horse's butt to extend the lifespan of her family's champion breeder. I couldn't image why anyone would do such a thing, but then again I didn't see the point of alchemically turning my hair green either.
The last part of the company was Special Projects. They had a segment on the clocktower that had been rebuilt after the earthquake using human volunteers as structural materials. Then there was a segment about people who had been turned into one of a kind art pieces for a charity auction.
After about ten minutes of watching, the television looped back to the first segment about Transformation Machines and Presses. As I settled back into my seat, wondering what I would do to pass the rest of the time, a female voice spoke from beside me, "Ah man, they skipped my section."
If I was standing, I would have jumped at the unexpected remark. As I was seated, I was left was a half muffled and very unprofessional "eek."
"Whoops, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." my new companion said. "I didn't realize how engrossed you were watching the tv."
I turned to look at her, only to nearly let out another sound of shock. Instead of the woman I expected, I was confronted with a giant cock. A literal, giant cock. It had to be over a foot in diameter and even seated on the chair beside me, the phallus towered over me.
"You're…you're a cock…" I stammered, totally flummoxed at what I was seeing.
"Cockwoman, actually. People like me are so common in the Realm, so I forget how disconcerting it can be for people in the Empire."
"It's my fault." I hurriedly assured her while trying to regain my composure. "There weren't many transformed people where I'm from. There were more at my college, but they were mostly they extra breast or neon hair kinds. Nowhere near as major a change as yours." Seeing a less embarrassing topic, I focused on something the cockwoman had said before I turned to look. "What did you mean when you said your division wasn’t represented?"
The cockwoman bobbed her glans in the way most people would shrug their shoulders. "I'm the new hire for human resources…pardon, inhuman resources." The great bell end at the end her shaft tilted slightly to the side and the slit puckered. "Don't ask me why they call it that. I've asked, and they just said the answer will be made clear when I show up."
"Inhuman resources…I guess you're the boat that keeps everyone else afloat, but you don't do anything flashy enough to deserve your own clip segment."
"If you'd worked in my last office, you wouldn't believe that. Oh the stories I could tell. By the way, I'm Chier."
"Rebecca, Becca to my friends." I held out a hand by reflex, but before I could feel foolish for trying to shake the hand of an armless transformee, I felt a pressure bob my digits up and down. Chier had tk, duh. How could I forget something like that?
Chier and I spent the next dozen minutes doing all the awkward conversation two freshly minted friends do. During that time another woman showed up, but stood away from us and only glanced our way occasionally. While the blonde's skirt was long and professional, the woman was wearing a very tacky sweater over her blouse. It was oddly lumpy, as if several things were hiding underneath it. Considering where we were, that was entirely possible.
About a minute before the hour, the front doors opened and a young man entered the lobby. He looked a bit winded, as if he'd run the whole way here. He had a head of thick, coppery hair that looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial, a neatly trimmed beard of the same shade….and a kilt.
Chier tapped me on the shoulder telekinetically. "Is that man wearing a skirt?" she asked softly.
Apparently not softly enough. "Essa kilt, don knock me hier-tage."
The young man had the thickest highlands accent I'd ever heard and it took my brain a moment to translate the words as, "It's a kilt, don't knock my heritage."
"Is this some sort of strange Imperial custom?" Chier asked, clearly not sure what to make of the new arrival.
"Only of a very, very tiny subset. Don't worry, most men here don't do it."
Chier realized I'd gotten the wrong impression. "Oh, I don't mind. I just didn't expect to see the practice done here. My daddy wears one."
I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Chier bobbed her glans. "He says he does it to make special time with mum easier. Considering how often those two have sex, I guess the saved time adds up."
My parent's sex lives were something I never wanted to think about, let alone discuss in public. Before I could think of a way to redirect the conversation again, I was saved by the arrival of our guide.
Luckily I'd gotten over my severe transformee shock with Chier, as the woman approaching us was just as majorly transformed. Her lower body reminded me of the ass-horses from the clip on the televisions. But in this woman's case, she still had a normal looking head, which poked out the top midway down her back. She also had four large breasts hanging from her flanks like saddlebags, two per side. Instead of a nipple, each of these had a large vagina. Out of two of these vagina's protruded octopus like tentacles, which the woman was using to grasp folders of paper.
"Gather round everyone." the woman called. Chier and I vacated our seats and went to stand by her. The redheaded kilt wearer begrudgingly took his place at Chier's side, while the blonde woman with terrible choice in sweaters came over to stand beside me.
"My name is Gwen Prat, and I'm the head of the new hire orientation program." the horse bodied woman told us. "I'm so glad you are here with us today. We do many exciting things here are Crimson Moon alchemy labs, and with your help we can do many more. If you'll follow me, I'll take you through security and then to one of our conference rooms. I have a few presentations that will help you understand our company a little better and give you some previews about the projects you might be working on. Sound fun?"
I scanned my companions. Even without a human face, I could tell Chier was excited. The young man looked interested, while the blonde woman looked like she really didn't want to be here. As for me, my stomach was full of butterflies. Today was the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to see what was in store.