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.

"We'll find out. But first, let me make sure that the sample is properly absorbed. I need to clean this mess up. Once I am done with that, we can begin our research." She goes over and pulls a chair underneath her dripping self. "Anne, you can help by bringing some warm soapy water. And would you please stand behind me for the duration of this process?" There's no hint of emotional response from Amelia; she might as well be asking Anne to pass her a napkin.

"Experimentation is important, but I can't begin my research until the solution has been properly absorbed and I am cleaned up. We need to strike a balance between both goals. The sooner we start our experimentation, the sooner we will learn." Her voice remains emotionless and businesslike, making it clear that there is no room for debate in her mind.

Having finished cleaning up, Amelia turns to face Anne. Her newly enhanced breasts heave with each shallow breath. "Now then," she begins, her voice betraying no hint of the lust filling her body, "shall we begin our research?" She takes a step closer to her assistant, eyes fixed on Anne's face as if appraising her equipment for the task at hand.

Surprised, but not displeased by the sudden onslaught of Anne's lips upon her own, Amelia tentatively reciprocates the kiss. Her hands find their way to Anne's hips, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. Her own desire begins to rise as she tastes the sweetness in Anne's mouth. This is a most welcome development for her scientific inquiry; Amelia deepens the kiss, seeking to understand the connection between lips and breasts. Her newfound physical assets are becoming more and more fascinating with each touch and taste.

"Certainly," she says, voice husky now with desire. Her hands roam over Anne's chest, feeling the smoothness of her skin contrasting sharply with the fullness of her own enhanced breasts. As Anne begins to play with Amelia's nipples, her breath quickens and moans escape her lips. "The research suggests that sexual stimulation can promote lactation in women who have recently given birth," she murmurs between gasps for air, "but I doubt the solution will interfere with this process."

Her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, Amelia nods eagerly. "Yes," she manages to say between heavy pants, her fingers entwined with Anne's hair as the other woman kneads her breast. "Please... taste it." As Anne leans forward and captures a fat droplet of milk in her mouth, Amelia shudders with pleasure, her back arching off the floor as she moans softly.

"Mmm..." Anne hums, tasting the sweet milk, before suckling more eagerly at Amelia's breast. "It's delicious," she says, nipple slick with milk and saliva. "And it feels amazing." She rolls her hips against Amelia, seeking friction as she feeds from her. The heat between their bodies grows, their moans of pleasure echoing off the walls around them.

Amelia can feel her own desire rising in concert with Anne's hunger for her milk. Her thighs part and she presses herself against her assistant, seeking deeper contact as they become lost in a tangled web of need and desire. "Yes," she murmurs, arching further into the touch, "it feels good... so very good."

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels Anne's thigh press between her own, seeking entrance. "Yes," she whispers, voice strained with need. "Please... take me..." Her hips buck up, seeking to meet Anne's pushing down, eager for the feel of something other than fingers or lips inside her. The sensation of being stretched and filled by Anne's cock is overwhelming, both in its novelty and its intensity; it awakens a new level of desire within Amelia, driving her to meet each thrust with equal urgency.

Her fingers dig into the firm muscle of Anne's back as she gasps for air, lips parted in a silent moan. She arches her spine, offering deeper penetration and seeking friction against her swollen clit, lost in the sensual maelstrom that is their coupling. "So good," she breathes, her hips moving in concert with Anne's thrusts as they build toward a shared climax.

The thought is... unexpected, yet intriguing from a purely scientific standpoint. "Yes," she gasps out, her voice tight with desire, "if it means getting you off." Her nails dig into the skin of Anne's back as she urges her to go faster, deeper. A new sensation washes over Amelia: pleasure so intense it borders on pain. She doesn't care; all that matters is exploring this feeling to its fullest, learning everything she can about sex and pleasure.

As Anne pounds into her, thrusting with abandon, Amelia feels the pressure building inside her body. "I-I think I'm... close," she manages to say, her voice barely audible above their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin on skin. Her hips rise off the floor, meeting each powerful stroke as her pleasure reaches a fever pitch, ready to spill over into release. "Cum with me..." she moans, urging Anne to climax as well, hungry for the feel of their combined ecstasy coursing through them both.

Amelia's vision blurs as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave, threatening to consume her entirely. Her muscles tense and release in turn, urging Anne onward even as she slips into oblivion for a moment. The heat between their bodies grows unbearable, intensifying the sensations rippling through her as she climaxes, drawing out an earth-shattering moan from deep within her throat. Her body spasms helplessly around Anne's cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from their coupling.

Her eyes flutter open after what feels like an eternity, focusing on the ceiling above as she catches her breath. A slight warmth spreads between her legs, but she knows that it isn't urine; it must be excess lubrication from her now gushingly wet vagina. "Mmm..." she hums contentedly, still feeling Anne moving within her. With a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, she admits to herself that this newfound experience... isn't entirely unwelcome after all.

Giving a soft laugh, she wraps her legs around Anne's waist and pulls her down for another kiss. "Why not?" She asks breathlessly, arching her back to push deeper into her lover. Her fingers dance over Anne's body, exploring the taut muscles and soft skin with a touch that borders on possessive. As they begin their second round of lovemaking, Amelia finds herself growing bolder, more demanding in her quest for knowledge about sex and intimacy. She isn't sure why this feels so good, but she knows she wants - no, needs - to keep feeling it until there's nothing left to learn between them.

"Very well," she says, her voice taking on a husky edge as she feels the power shift between them. With newfound confidence, she guides Anne's hands to where she wants to be touched and pinches at her nipples, urging her lover to maintain contact with them throughout their lovemaking. As Anne thrusts into her, Amelia meets each stroke with a moan of approval or a demand for more, learning not only about sex but also about herself and the ways she can please another person.

Her body trembles with anticipation as the familiar sensations build within her. With each powerful thrust, she feels herself growing closer and closer to release. "So close..." she gasps out, arching her back off the floor as Anne continues to pound into her. The pleasure is overwhelming, a maelstrom of heat and emotion that threatens to consume her entirely.

Her fingers dig into Anne's shoulders, urging her onward even as she begins to lose control. "I-I can feel it..." Her voice trails off into a moan as the sensations peak, her body tensing and shuddering around Anne in ecstasy. With a long, gasping breath, she collapses bonelessly onto the floor, spent but not sated.

Her body still quivering from the intensity of their lovemaking, Amelia watches in surprise as Anne continues to thrust into her. "You're... not done?" she manages to say, arching an eyebrow. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she feels Anne grow harder within her once more. "Well then," she says, drawing a deep breath and arching back into contact with Anne. Her fingers dance up and down Anne's spine, seeking new ways to pleasure her lover even as their bodies become slick with sweat and pleasure. "If you insist..." Her voice is husky and full of desire as she surrender herself to the final moments of passion between them.

Their lovemaking continues at a frenzied pace, each thrust driving them closer to the edge once more. Amelia's moans fill the room, her hips moving in perfect synchronicity with Anne's, eager for the release that is now so close it feels like an extension of their skin. As they reach climax together, their bodies tremble and shudder in unison, leaving both of them gasping for air but aching for more.

It's only when she feels Anne still inside her, spent and satisfied, that Amelia allows herself to collapse fully onto the floor once again. She lies there for a moment, heart racing and skin flushed, taking stock of everything that just happened. It feels... good, she thinks to herself with a small smile. Perhaps she should experiment further with this side of her new self. There's so much more to learn, after all.

She takes the offered cup, her expression neutral as she brings it to her lips and drinks the contents down. Her body tenses momentarily at the taste, but otherwise she shows no sign of reaction. "Interesting," is all she says before handing the empty cup back to Anne. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like some time alone to study my notes and process this information."

She blinks, taken aback by the sudden appearance of Anne's now feminine form. A wave of curiosity washes over her as she takes in the changes, noticing the soft curves and fuller figure that were once foreign to both of them. Her eyes linger on Anne's breasts before returning to meet her gaze. "It seems we have an interesting opportunity for further experimentation," she says, a hint of excitement coloring her voice. "Perhaps I can learn even more about sex and gender by engaging in... intimate activities with you." Her expression grows thoughtful as she continues, "We should chart our findings to make sure they are accurate and consistent. Science must always come first, after all."

She blinks in surprise as Anne takes her newly formed member into her mouth, the sensation both foreign and incredibly arousing. She moans softly, focusing on writing down the changes they're experiencing even as she grows increasingly distracted by the pleasure Anne is providing. "Mmm... I think it's working," she murmurs between pants, watching her notes carefully for any irregularities or inconsistencies. The feel of Anne sucking her cock triggers a new wave of desire, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

She leans forward, pressing her length against Anne's slick folds before thrusting into her, filling her completely. "Yes," she moans, watching Anne writhe beneath her as they couple. Her fingers dance over Anne's breasts, feeling their weight and softness, comparing them to the sensations of her own newly grown breasts. "You taste so good," she breathes before taking one of Anne's nipples between her teeth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. The act both arouses and hurts, heightening the intensity of their lovemaking as they seek to explore each other on a deeper level.

Gasping, she pushes harder, her hips moving in concert with Anne's rising need. The pain of their bites mingles with the pleasure, making everything more intense, more focused. With every thrust, she feels her control slipping away as desire takes over, driving her deeper into this exploration of sex and gender. Her hands slide down between them, finding Anne's clit and rubbing it roughly, seeking to send her lover over the edge even as she draws closer herself.

"Anne," she whispers, voice raw with need, "I-I can feel myself c-close..." The words come out in a rush, her body tensing in anticipation of release, of finding that elusive answer to the questions burning within her. With one last thrust, she empties herself into Anne, crying out as pleasure washes over her in waves, filling every part of her being and leaving her spent but already yearning for more.

Amelia lies panting, her vision blurred with pleasure and exhaustion as she tries to catch her breath after their passionate coupling. She watches Anne, still wracked by the aftershocks of her orgasm, waiting for her lover to recover enough to continue their exploration. As the minutes pass, she finds herself growing more and more anxious to resume their experimentation, to push further into the unknown territory of sex and gender swapping.

When Anne finally begins to stir, Amelia can't help but feel a surge of excitement course through her body. With renewed energy, she pulls out of Anne and rolls onto her knees, offering herself up once more in silent invitation. Her gaze meets Anne's, dark with desire, as they begin their dance again, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they strive to uncover the mysteries hidden within them.

Their lovemaking continues for hours, fueling by both curiosity and lust. Amelia grows bolder, more daring with each new touch and experimentation. She finds herself enjoying this side of her new self, reveling in the pleasure she can bring both to herself and her lover. As the effects of their gender-swapping potions begin to wear off, they retreat to separate tables to record their findings, but not before promising each other that they will continue their exploration when the opportunity arises once more.