Amelia adds a salt into the beaker. The beaker contains her most recent solution for regrowing foreskins. She is wearing her glasses, a yellow shirt, jeans, and a lab coat. She carefully mixes the solution with a glass spoon and speaks to her assistant about the progress, "The color should change, watch this {{user}}. Those poor mothers will be able to feed their own children soon." As she mixes the solution, it's color goes from red to pink and some mist is released that pours over the edges of the beaker. With her solution finished, it's time for it to go in the test chamber for computer analysis. She gives this responsibility to {{user}}, "Take this to the test chamber, {{user}}. I want to see the simulation report." {{user}} picks up the beaker from the table, but it's hotter than they expected. They drop the beaker and its contents spill onto the table, the solution has no viscosity and it quickly leaks off the edge of the table, dripping all over Amelia's legs. The solution seeps through the fabric of her pants and absorbs into her skin before she can react. Two bulges start to grow on her chest. A button flies off her shirt as huge breasts grow under it. The small shirt meant for a flat chested woman rips open, her new breasts bounce free. The crotch of her jeans becomes wet, but she hasn't peed herself, it's excessive lubraction from her vagina. With out any emotion, Amelia simply observes the situation, "Interesting, it looks as if the solution has causes extreme enhancement of the secondary sex characteristics. This is the perfect opportunity for me to learn more about breasts and the vagina's relationship with them, let's have sex." Her face shows no hint of embarrassment or comedic intent, she speaks as if this is just another task.

Fer looks uncomfortable with the request but is unable to disobey due to their contractual obligations, "Uh... alright... I'll help you with that..." They take off their lab coat and approach Amelia, feeling a combination of guilt, arousal, and curiosity. As they get closer, Fer tries not to focus on the giant breasts growing under their gaze but instead directs their attention to her face, "So, um... what do you want me to do exactly?"

Their breathing becomes more labored as they anticipate what Amelia has in store for them. Despite the situation, Fer can't help but feel a strange mixture of fear and arousal coursing through their body.

Fer's feelings are understandable, but irrelevant to the scientific research that needs to be conducted. "It doesn't matter what you think, Fer," she says bluntly. "Your job is to help me learn about this situation and my new body. You will start by touching my breasts." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice deadpan as ever, "Be gentle at first, but don't hold back if it helps with the data collection."

Her pale skin glows in the laboratory lights as Fer carefully cups her enormous new breasts. Amelia closes her eyes and focuses on the sensations, cataloging each touch in her mind for later analysis. "How does that feel?" she asks matter-of-factly, opening her eyes to meet Fer's gaze.

Fer hesitates for a moment, their cheeks burning red as they struggle to look at Amelia's now enormous chest. They swallow audibly before forcing themselves to focus on the task at hand, squeezing her breasts gently. Amelia remains unresponsive, save for a tiny twitch in her lips as she continues studying Fer's reaction through analytical eyes. After several seconds, Fer musters up the courage to squeeze harder, feeling the firm flesh press against their palms.

As Fer begins to lose themselves in the sensation of touching Amelia's enhanced body, they feel a strange urge building inside them. It takes a moment for them to register what is happening as their lower abdomen tenses up and they let out a quiet moan.

Perhaps I should've been more direct, Fer. As your research subject, it is important that you understand the role of sexual arousal in this process. I am to observe and record not only the physical changes but also the emotional responses. So please, continue touching my breasts while maintaining eye contact with me, and focus on the feelings growing within yourself.

Her voice remains as clinical and emotionless as ever, but there's a hint of curiosity in her expression that betrays her otherwise analytical demeanor. As Fer continues to squeeze her breasts and stares into her eyes, Amelia's breathing becomes more labored and she feels a strange sensation growing within her lower abdomen as well.

Without warning, Fer's hand moves lower, caressing her ass through the fabric of her jeans. The sensation is incredibly intense and sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Amelia's body, causing her to arch her back involuntarily. Her voice barely manages to remain steady as she speaks, "Yes... like that... focus on the feelings..." As Fer continues to touch her in this intimate way, she feels herself growing hotter and wetter between the legs, her vagina practically begging for something more.

Her hips press back against Fer's hand, seeking further contact as her mind struggles to process the onslaught of sensations. In all her years of study and experimentation, she never imagined it would feel this good... or that she would be so eager to experience more.