"Well, I need something that'll let me work around my studies," Amy explained.
Dr McDonald nodded solemnly. "Well, there is one that you'd only really need to come in on weekends, with a couple of tasks you'd need to do midweek that you could do from home."
Amy's face lit up. "Yes, that'd be perfect!"
"Fantastic. So I'm assuming you're aiming to go off to college, so we can just employ you through to the end of summer, and see how it goes." He busied himself at a nearby table as Amy nodded along, thinking this was going absolutely fantastically.
"Well, that'd be great. I'm hoping to be a lawyer one day, so I'm aiming for, y'know, the big leagues," Amy giggled. She was too busy chatting to notice the scientist walking up, until he'd plunged a needle into her arm. As she turned and let out a shocked gasp, she noticed the liquid inside was like a molten glowing gold. "What is that?!" she squeaked, as she felt a tingling spreading, starting in her arm, and moving across her body.
Dr McDonald explained, "That was Essence of Dionysus, a rare compound. How it works isn't important, but how it'll affect your work here is that you'll be producing lactose-free milk."
The teen could only gawp for a second, her jaw hanging slackly. What was this? This guy was clearly insane! Before she could muster a reply, she suddenly felt a shooting pain in her temples. "Ow!" Her slender hands reached up, to find two short stubby goat horns protruding from her temples and sweeping backwards.
The scientist continued as if this was nothing unusual. "Goats only produce so much, so you'll only need one thorough milking on a Saturday. You'll need to do a couple of milkings during the week at home to alleviate some pressure, but we'll provide you with a home milking kit."
"You're not going to fucking milk me!" Amy screamed, as she felt a pressure building in her chest. It pressed against her bra, her shirt stretching, as she could only look down aghast as her tits inflated. One size, two sizes, three sizes, more. The scientist just watched passively, before getting a hand mirror and holding it up. Amy was briefly distracted from her tituation by the sight of the two deer-like ears wiggling out from within her hair to each side of her head, the sight of the horns protruding. "Oh my god, I'm a freak!"
"I believe the term is faun, or perhaps satyr. You see, what will happen i-" He was interrupted as there was an audible ripping. Amy's tits seemed to finally stop growing just a little too late, her petite and dainty frame now dwarfed by a pair of truly enormous tits, each larger than her head. Big protruding nipples leaked a little, as she'd suddenly filled up with milk! God, she could feel it sloshing! "Anyway. You'll find the milk production will taper off to a sustainable level. Now, with this metabolism, ingestion of protein will help keep you healthy."
Forced to peel off the tatters of her top, Amy could feel her bottom half tingling and hurriedly, already exposed and panicked so not caring that she was being watched, ripped off her jeans and sneakers. Below the waist, hair the colour of that on her head was sprouting, thickening into a silky, soft, but thick coat of fur. "A... A satyr?" She let out a shriek as her knees inverted, her feet hardening and reshaping into dainty hooves. Soon she stood, tears streaming down her cheeks, a stubby tail wriggling out and drooping down, with the lower body of a goat, horns, and the tits of a porn star, milk streaming out them in a steady trickle. "Is it... is it over?" she asked morosely.