Taurific Descoveries

(contains male to female TG, anthro to taur TF)

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Of all the places to discover a secret laboratory, an abandoned grade school was a bit unexpected. For an urban explorer that was like the mother of all jackpots. The rest of the place had been pretty dull. Instead of wanting to do anything with the big open classrooms, the windows were boarded, and entrances padlocked. No poor homeless man had a chance of finding shelter here, much less a plucky young dragon and lion in search of treasure.

The only exception seemed to be concerning the school gym. Not only had the double-door been busted open, but someone had felt fit to line the room with tables full of medical looking equipment and computers. Even so, the excessive dust told this place had not been occupied for a while either.

"I don't think we should be here."

Conor sighed, whipping his flashlight around to illuminate the lions face. It brought a subtle sheen to Sunnet's abundant brown hair while unintentionally blinding him.

"Sorry!" Conor dropped the light to their sneakers no less annoyed. "But you've been saying that in every single place we explore."

"Yeah, but that was before there was actually stuff in them." Sunnet continued rubbing at his eyes with one hand, trying to get rid of the dancing whites pots in them. Giving the place a sweep of his own light, he added, "This stuff looks like it might still work. What if the owner comes back?"

Conor dismissively blew some stray brunette bangs out of his face. The thought had also crossed the dragon's mind; he was far from stupid. Yet after three rounds of roaming some fun buildings, it seemed highly unlikely someone would come waltzing in the exact time they were around.

"Come on. This whole building hasn't had power in years. These things can't possibly work." Just to prove the point, Conor moved towards the nearest computer kicking up more dust with the tuft of his thick tail.

"Ah, be careful with…" Sunnet's own feline appendage flopped to the floor watching his friend hit some buttons on the keyboard.

To both their surprise, the monitor flickered for a second before filling the room with dim illumination. The image displayed on it's cracked screen looked to be some screensaver of Mercy from Overwatching making model-clipping dance moves, apparently in mockery of the viewers.

"Oh, hey! This works?" Conor continued clicking buttons after being unable to find a mouse on the table to fidget.

"How's it even getting power?" Sunnet wondered. Curiosity got the better of the lion's fears, compelling him to move next to Conor.

"Not sure." They both shinned lights under the table, finding no power extensions coming off the tower. "That's got to be some battery to stay in sleep mode so long."

"You sure this is a good idea?"

"Not really," Conor admitted with a chuckle. It did not stop him from mashing the enter key several times. "That still doesn't mean this place is...oh."

By the time it dawned on either anthro men there was lag, it was too late. The screensaver flashed off into a black screen of DOS text, with Conor still mashing keys several times.

Disengage sleep mode?

>Confirmed

Activate preliminary testing procedures?

>Confirmed

Bypass emergency log in protocols?

>Confirmed

>Dispersing stage 3 mutagens

They both stared at the wall of text for several seconds. At least until bright lights flashed on from around the walls. Over a dozen fluorescent lamps had been welded to batteries in place of the standard ceiling lights. It was enough to blind both of them this time. Flashlights clattered to the floor so they could rub at their eyes with both hands.

BZZZZZTTTT!!

"Conor? What's that noise?" Sunnet tried, but could not get his eyes open enough to see anything beyond glittering blurs. Rounded ears folded back against his head at the shrill droning noise overhead.

"Nothing I like," Conor said fumbling around in equal blindness. He felt a surge of relief to grab a big bundle of fur that was quickly confirmed to be Sunnet's mane. "Hang on. Let's try to get outside before…"

FWOOSH!

"...something happens."

They could not see it but certainly felt a strong gust come from the vents. From them oozed out a pink mist that quickly enveloping their bodies along with most of the room. Sunnet and Conor fell into each other's arms in a helpless coughing fit.

"W-what's going on?" Sunnet choked out.

"I don't know. Ugh! My...my voice." Conor struggled to cough out a scratching feeling seeping down his throat. The more gas they breathed, the more their words cracked into a higher pitch.

Sunnet was glad when their eyes started getting used to the gas enough to see again. Granted, there was little to see beyond the pink cloud surrounding them. It still made supported and being supported by Conor a lot easier.

They looked to give each other encouraging smiles only to recoil in surprise, hands clenching each other's arms tight.

"D-dude! What's wrong with your face? Nyah!? What's wrong with my voice!?"

"My face?" Conor managed to wretch a hand off Sunnet to feel along his muzzle. It had slimmed considerably, become soft, rounded, and void of his usual guy stubble. He did not even want to think about how airy and light his voice carried on the wind. Almost every word that came out felt like an implied flirting. "Dude, what's wrong with your hair!?"

"My wha-AAH!" Sunnet used the hand Conor had freed to feel along his neck. Just a simple brushing was enough to send his bearded mane raining to the floor in thick clumps, exposing his neck. A distinct lack of an Adam's apple helped solved the mystery of their voice changes. Conor instinctively felt his own neck noticing it was more slender and smooth.

An itching along his shoulders alerted Sunnet that not all his hair had molted. The vibrant locks atop his head were intent on doing the opposite. He grabbed at handfuls of hair, watching it snake between his fingers in a mad growth spurt. Within seconds there was a whole cape of chocolate brown strands swishing across the lions lower back. When they looked back at Conor, as if he had an explanation, it was with a face way too plump and adorable to ever be considered masculine again.

Conor would not have been surprised if all the twitches and aches around his skull meant his face mirrored such resculpted beauty too.

"I feel...weird." Sunnet gasped in a voice befitting his new feminine appearance.

"I...y-yeah, no kidding." Conor patted Sunnet on his shoulders, really hoping they had always felt that slender. He pushed past that thought to force an encouraging smile. "Let's just...ah...get out of here, see a doctor, and have some ice cream. I'm sure this is just some strange makeup gas that we can sleep o...oh god, it's going in my chest."

"Eep! Mine too!"

Tightness gripped above their rib cages, making the furry flesh billow out in a peculiar sensation. Conor glanced down to Sunnet's chest while Sunnet eyed Conor's. Neither really wanted to check themselves out and affirm what was transpiring. As if the very notion of their breasts pushing out, straining the cheap cotton, could somehow be ignored. Seemingly every breath caused their fabric to puff out another inch. Fat developed and multiplied to give tender mounds an increasingly bigger ball shape.

Before long it looked like both anthros were trying to smuggle some squishy melons under their shirts. The hems had been hefted up by their aggressive mass to reveal bellies that were becoming sensually slime, even as their waists caved inwards.

"You...you grew boobs?" Sunnet forced a chuckle unable to keep his glittering eyes off Conor's new shelf.

"Look who's talking." Conor bit his puffy lower lip mesmerized by how the lion's heavy breaths rhythmically heaved his mounds up and down. They looked desperate to escape that tight prison, and it was creating tension in Conor's shorts as well. A sudden notion made him wonder how long that might persist. "Call me crazy, but I think we're turning into girls."

"Okay, you're crazy," Sunnet snapped before she let out the bubbliest giggle Conor had ever heard. "Although, that does sound really cool! At least, my voice sounds cute. Do I look cute?"

"You look smoking hot, yes." Conor released the breath he had been holding. Hearing his friend getting into it felt like a great taboo had been lifted. Both hands and eyes moved towards his hefty bosom, giving the delightful mounds a hard squeeze. "Hnnngh!!"

Good lord were they some soft tits. They were even better to knead than any stress balls Conor had tried. Granted that may have been the sensitivity connection they had to his groin. All that rapid growing must have really tenderized his enlarged nipples. Just the constant shifting under the shirt scratched at them in ways that made him completely hard.

"Nyaaah!"

A breathy adorable yowl told Conor that Sunnet had followed her lead. They might have just stood there all day groping themselves were the gas not continuing to mutate everything below the belt.

When they would recount the resulting transformation to friends later, it was amusing for them to admit that this was when things started to get weird.

"Aah!" Conor staggered back arms waving to keep his balance. Something about the way his hips gave a hard shift left his stance feeling off.

"Oof!" Sunnet doubled over feeling like his stomach got sucker punched. He had to reluctantly release his boobs to hug himself. Something else was stirring under the lions pants, pushing out the front of his pelvis. "Is...is this supposed to happen?"

SHRRRTT!!

Before Conor could give a helpful response, his butt had decided to explode out the back of his shorts. The entire fuzzy dragon rump plumped up with an ungodly amount of sinew and muscle, way more than any person he had ever seen. It's very shape changed as bones grew and stretched things out. He groped around back there, feeling his cheeks become a lot less rounded and a more edged. If anything, they almost did not seem fit for a bipedal at all.

SNPP!!

"Meep!" Conor gasped as his entire hip bone changed shape, forcing him onto all fours. No wait, his hands were still trying to grab his butt as it jutted out behind him. It seemed to ride along with an extension of his back. An extension that continued to stretch his rear up into the air several feet. A strange groggy feeling overcame the dragon as this lower half inflated with a second set of organs and bones.

SHRRTT!!

Even as they slid away, Conor could see his legs bending and reshaping. Thighs bulked up with incredible running power, the shines shrinking as if feeding into them. A high crack forced his heels to rise, which became free when ten meaty toes from swelling dragon paws exploded out the front of his sneakers. Conor blinked at the feral backside that had apparently grown out of him and then looking back down past his enormous boobs. He had been so preoccupied with his ass that he failed to notice a second hip with strong dragon forelegs had formed below his waist.

SCHHT! SNAP!

"Mew!?" Sunnet's pants would not be spared either. His feet cringed from a hard cramp before blasting out of his shoes as meaty paws. Each rounded toe came equipped with a slick black claw that clicked on the floor with his unbalanced steps.

KHHHSSSHH!

That was not nearly as bizarre when the front of the lions pants tore from the forelegs sprouting out from his hip. Other hips formed to help accommodate them but left him with an oddly spider-like appearance as forepaws kicked at the air.

That thankfully did not last too long. The space between Sunnet's two hips stretched further apart with each knew vertebrae that formed in his spine. Skin ruffled into existence around new ribs and muscle, straightening out when organs found room to grow in. It started to give the poor cat a feeling of vertigo as he grew taller. The fact his legs were becoming increasingly more feral made it all the worse to keep balancing.

CRRCH!

"Mreow!" Sunnet cried as his butt finally gave under the pressure of his lion lower body. He landed hard onto his forepaws, only to promptly tip and collapse onto one side. Both chests heaved for breath, trying to calm horrified nerves.

"Are you alright, Sun-EEE!"

TWHUMP!

Conor tried to move to help his friend, only to trip over his own front legs and fall onto the downed feline instead. Turns out having four limbs to walk at once was surprisingly tricky.

"Mrrphh! Frrmmble!?"

"S-sorry!" Conor blushed as he clumsily backpedaled until his boobs were lifted off of Sunnet's face.

"Oh, that was awesome!" Sunnet gave an amused smirk through his ruffled hair before gesturing to her larger lower body. "It's the whole...this!"

"Yeah, not sure what's up with that. Wish there was a warning we'd go into a taur form. My underwear was brand new." Conor looked back to observe his thick tail swishing lazily across the floor. Even that meaty beast looked much longer. A soft grunting turned his attention back to Sunnet, who seemed more interested in trying to curl into a ball than stand.

It was not looking like that successful an attempt.

"Ugh! I can't see it. Do you think we still turned full girl?"

Conor blinked and then grinned. Moving with a lot more care, he walked over to stand before Sunnet, obscuring the lion's view with his big feral rear. It was a good vantage point to confirm Conor was definitely female in a biological sense. Shortly upon this realization, Sunnet was jolted by a firm yank on his tail.

"RWARR!!"

"Yup, you are definitely a lioness." Conor cheered from behind Sunnet's plump booty. Having an extendedly long body was not without advantages.

"You...you too," Sunnet huffed feeling her face burn slightly. "You could have warned me about that. Yeesh, I feel so violated."

"Well, it's not like pants are an option right now." Conor giggled. Starting to get a feel for her new dexterity, she even managed to turn around and lay her tauric body across Sunnet's without collapsing on her. There was silence in the old gym for a bit while they regained their breaths, enjoying the feel of soft breasts pushing together in a light embrace. "So...what do we do now."

Sunnet's ears flicked while she considered the room and all its many other tables of lab stuff and devices. "Weeeeell...I was just wondering; if one computer did this, what do you suppose those other things do?"

Conor blinked, glancing from the tables to Sunnet several times. Slowly her slim draconic muzzle parted into a grin that matched her lion friends. "You want to start on the left or the right?"