Busty Boi Corp Rough Draft W.I.P.

Atticus and Lea, two inseparable friends, were out on their daily jog through the quiet outskirts of their small town. As they followed the familiar path, their tall, skinny frames moved in rhythm, lost in the tranquility of the moment. This start to their days would bring about a number of different topics they’d discuss during their course. Today’s choice was the previous night's season finale of their favorite T.V. show.

“I know,” came Lea, the peach fur colored rabbit. “I can’t believe she let them go.”

“It was a bit strange,” replied Atticus, a human with a slight tan. “Guess it’s more set-up for next season but I was sure she was going to finally get her vengeance.”

Lea shook her head. “You’re right though. It’s making the start of next season even more dramatic.”

As they continued to talk about the curious ending, they would pass by fellow joggers who they’d made passing mutuals with along the way, offering gentle waves or nods. It was then that atticus took notice of an offshoot from the standard trail.

“You see that,” he gestured.

Lea glanced his own head towards it. “That’s always been there.”

“Let’s go down it.”

Before Lea could protest, he watched his pal break down it, following its faint pathway. With a sigh, the rabbit quickly followed. “Wait up.”

During their jog, which led them a ways deeper into the park forest, the duo stumbled upon an abandoned building. Its once vibrant walls now bore the scars of time, and the windows were shattered, letting sunlight filter through the debris.

“Would you look at that,” spoke Atticus, coming to a full stop.

Intrigued as always, Atticus let their curiosity overcome them once more, moving ever closer.

“Atticus,” called out to his buddy who eventually showed up. Unlike the human, the rabbit’s innate animal instincts typically kept them more on the cautious side of life. “Don’t you think we should head back. We don’t even know what this place is.”

Those seem to fall on deaf ears, while Atticus pressed forward. Approaching the entrance, he noticed signs that hinted at the building's mysterious past. “HyperTech… Ventures,” he read, brushing a hand across a cloudy nameplate.

“Did you say HyperTech Ventures,” asked Lea.

Atticus nodded.

“That was a lab corp I recently read about. They went out of business nearly a  couple decades ago.”

Those decades of disuse certainly showed themselves to the unannounced pair. It had allowed nature to reclaim its territory, with vines creeping up the walls as they darted their sights along the outside walls and peering from those same broken windows.

“I think I can see some stuff inside,” came Lea, leaning themselves inside thanks to their height to avoid any glass shards.

Atticus moved towards the same window seeing a thick layer of dust covering the forgotten equipment. The air inside carried a musty scent, a testament to the years of neglect. “I think you’re right.” He looked over to his friend, with a smile spreading along his lips.

“No,” immediately answered the rabbit. “I know that look and no!”

“Aw, cmon dude. Who are we going to bother?”

“That’s not the point. I have to get home and shower so I can go to my yearly health check.”

Atticus rolled his dismissive eyes. “You can always set up another one. Besides, we both know you are in great shape.”

Lea, wanting to protest more, couldn't fully deny that statement. In the seconds they held their tongue, Atticus took his moment to grab the door and pull it open. Thankfully it had no chain lock and if it had ever been locked it had finally given out.

As the human stepped inside, his rabbit buddy followed a close second. The duo explored the lab, soon to stumble upon old research notes and journals scattered on dusty countertops.

“Look at this,” came Atticus, blowing off a cloud of dust from a journal. He anxiously opened it up, flipping through the pages before landing on one. He looked it over, seeing the smudged and faded words of ink. “This marks… our first real… test success…” He tilted his head, then looked back to Lea. “what does that mean?”

Lea shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You said you read about them.”

“I did but it was mostly theories on what they were up to. All anyone knew for sure is that they were trying to create magic through science.”

“Really! Magic through science..” Atticus marveled at the diagrams and equations. “That sounds like some sci-fi stuff right there.”

While Lea twitched his nose in worried awe, looking around the place, he caught sight of a dark corner, seemingly a hidden corner. “I think we better get out of here. I’m starting to get the creeps.”

“Oh cmon. The day is just starting. We’ll have plenty of daylight.”

“I don’t want to stay here all day,” came the stern reply. He turned his sights back to that dark corner.

As Atticus pulled from the journal, he too saw the blackness of the one area of the building. Unlike his friend, he again found the vigor to delve even further beyond, taking unbound steps towards it. “I’ll check it out. You stay here.”

Again the rabbit stuck close, disregarding his own lamentings.

They drew closer and closer into the black depths, and as they did the temperature did seem to drop from that family warmth to a crisp coolness. A shudder ran through both of them but it wasn’t long after that, they discovered a peculiar device covered in cobwebs.

“Woah,” gasped Atticus. “What is that?” He tried to look through the journal but the darkness had grown too dense. Even as he tried to look for his cell phone, that too proved futile.

Lea continued to look upon the unique device, as it pulsed with a faint, otherworldly energy. “I don’t know but…,” he trailed off, reaching out as his paw found a lever.

“Lea, came a concerning Atticus. “Lea, are you okay?”

Unable to resist the allure of the unknown, the rabbit had been caught by the luminous glow of the machine, pulling at the lever. It activated the device unwittingly. A surge of light enveloped them, and when it subsided, they found themselves in a much brighter and illuminated space.

Atticus darted their sights about seeing that much of the building hadn’t changed and only in this corner had a brilliant light spanned around them. As he returned his sights back to the machine, in front was a metallic door with a large glass window. He looked closer, seeing on the inside were a few large jars filled with a blue-green liquid each. “What the…”

“What! Wh-Wh-What happened,” called out Lea, working themselves backwards. “Wh-Where did I go!?”

Atticus took hold of their friend's paw. “You didn’t go anywhere but I guess you might have gotten lulled by this… thing.”

“Lulled,” he asked, shaking his head. “Told you we should have left. Now let’s go.” He tugged at his pals' own hand.

“No way,” exclaimed Atticus. “Not after we’ve come this far and look at what we found. Maybe this is the success we read about.”

Lea offered a baffled expression in response. “Success? This? Look at where we are. Does this look like a successful place!?”

“It could have been at one time? Why else would they have written about it.”

The rabbit rolled there eyes, knowing this was another discussion not worth continuing. “I guess but that magazine article was about it going out of business like I said earlier. They didn’t have much to say other than funding stopped as the company filed for bankruptcy. That was soon after it stated it made a big milestone in their… research...”

Atticus' eyes grew wide with joy, hearing that magical word. “Research you say,” he gleed, moving ever closer to the machine door. “Then this MUST have been what it is they had created!”

Another accepting sigh of defeat came from his pal. “Seems so but why would they go broke if this was what they had been working towards? There’s still too many questions that we don’t have the answers for.”

“Then let’s stop asking and start experiencing.” The human opened up the door. The sound of pressure released, followed by a waft of cold air spilling from out of the fluorescently lit chamber. Atticus senses tingle with excitement, feeling the coldness brush against their skin, making goosebumps form along his right arm as it reached inside. “For having no power this thing seemed to have never stopped working somehow.”

“Atticus,” spoke Lea, darting their head around, fidgeting with their digits. “This is getting too real right now.”

“It sure is buddy,” came the confident reply of the human. He brought out both liquid jars, even as his hands shook and shivered. “Now take one. These things are freezing.”

Lea only stood, looking at their friend, before shaking their head.

“Lea. Take it.” Atticus extended an arm, offering the mixture.

The rabbit would rather refuse and leave him to his own choices but that’s not the type of friend he wanted himself to be. He took the jar, begrudgingly into his paws. “Now what?”

“We drink it!”

“Should have known that's what you were going to say.”

Atticus twisted off the metal ring, which secured the flat lid covering it. When he removed the lid itself, a wave of potpourri smells tickled his nostrils. The mix of floral and fruit aromas registered within his memory banks. “Orange… lilac.. Watermelon… Rose…”

Lea listened to their intrepid buddy, undoing their own top and as they sniffed at the contents, they too were flooded by an array of other mixed smells. “T-This… isn’t what I was expecting.” He gave another big sniff, letting all those scents flow through up their nose, while triggering a plethora of other sensory nodes. “Goodness,” he pleasantly sighed, eagerly lifting the jar up to their lips.

“Easy their Lea or you might beat me to it,” chuckled Atticus, bringing his own to those waiting lips. “I will admit that even I wasn’t expecting this. Not to say I was expecting anything when we went down that trial mind you.”

“Sure you weren’t,” smirked the rabbit, softly moving their jar, circling the liquid inside. “We still don’t know what this is though.”

“Isn’t that makes this so thrilling,” elated the human, swishing his own, letting it rise up and plop back into itself. “Can’t say it doesn't smell inviting. Maybe even a bit intoxicating.” He giggled, bringing it back to his nose, taking another hit as he let out a satisfied groan.

The rabbit stood there, watching their friend relish in his new found drink, only to see his crotch had pitched a tent within his gym shorts. A blush came to his face, tilting the beverage as he took a sip to hide. When the liquid hit his lips, it was then he knew he messed up. As his eyes widened with fear, it was beaten back in an instant by the overwhelming burst of fruit flavors. Lea held onto the jar before tilting it further back and downing it all. The mixture coated his tongue and throat like a cough syrup as it worked its way to his stomach but it quickly dissolved as fast as it spread itself.

Atticus in amazement watched it happen, his own head filled with wonder at the unprompted act of his pal. “Well then,” he said, raising his glass. “Looks like you were more hyped than I was. Mister, keep your true feelings back.” With that, he chugged down his own, feeling the same wave of explosive flavors dance upon his taste buds, rushing down.

“Wha…,” came Lea, looking at their empty glass. “Oh my… d-did I?”

A wet belch erupted out of Atticus, finishing off his jar. “You sure did. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do it? Trying to get one past me?”

“What? No. I… I just saw y-you’re…”

Then, in the pit of the rabbit's stomach an audible rumble, followed by a glorp could be heard. Wasn’t long til the same came out of the human’s middle.

Atticus reached for his stomach, lifting up his shirt. “Did you hear that?” He kept his hand next to it, when another rumble came from it, coupled by a push of his skin. “Woah… that was weird…,” he lightly chuckled.

“I told you…,” before he could finish, a belch worked itself up the rabbits throat, making him groan as it released. “Told you.. We…” His stomach gurgled, as it pressed itself against his shirt rounding out like a pot belly.

“Dude,” exclaimed Aticus. “You… You just got fat!” As he spoke those words, his own middle mounted in the same fashion, followed by his ass and hips stretched out the waistband of his shorts. It was enough to send a flurry of emotions to his brain. The warmth of his newly formed belly brought a sense of calmness to it all, even though he could feel the unease of his clothing at the moment. “Lea… I feel… hic… funny…”

The rabbit’s own lower torso had swelled up in width, bringing his paws on the sides of his hip line and measuring it before lifting it forward. His eyes swelled at the distance they now spanned from one another. “I… I must have… hic… doubled in size… hic…” He went to take a gander at Atticus who let out another groan, planting his hands against his chest. “Atticus… hic… y-you alright?”

“N-Never… hic… better… I.. hic… think…,” he groaned, grabbing at his chest feeling a heat well within his breast. “I feel… like… hic… they need to be freed… hic…” He tossed his head to the side, rubbing at his pecs, when his short red hair started to lengthen and grow longer. “Bigger… hic… more… bigger… hic…”

“My word,” declared Lea. “Wh-What is… hic.. Happening to us…”

As the human hair increased, so too did the rabbits. His blonde hair took on a thicker, shinier lust about it while his straight ears, now flopped on either side, allowing all that hair to have room. He finally gave out his own sensual groan, as his lips plumped and filled out.

“You don’t… hic… look like yourself… hic.. Much Lea,” giggled Atticus. The human's own lips had plumped out themselves, with his hands still roaming across his chest. “C-Can’t say… hic… say I… hic.. Disprove…”

As Lea went through this sudden transformation, he couldn’t help but hear those words of praise, if not desire. “What did.. Hic.. you just say?”

“I said… hic,” replied Atticus, finally moving himself forward. To his surprise though, it was in that first step of motion, the heat within his chest took fire and his eyes blurred. He pulled and scratched at his shirt, panting and panting heavily. “So.. so hot… more… hic… bigger…” He tugged at his shirt, when his toned chest eventually gave way to a pair of budding mounds. They easily took up space, rounding out and clinging to that garment like a sports bra.