prologue popping

Prologue: Testing trials.
Carolyn Trechtenburg sighed as she adjusted the her tented skirt, her 7 inch penis staining uncomfortably against her panties. She’d sacrificed many things since she’d started the study, including her own womanhood and the womanhood of almost every other female on her staff. But she wasn’t going to sacrifice her wardrobe as well.
She stood at the one way mirror of the testing chamber and examined today’s guinea pig. A short haired redhead wearing the standard test jumpsuit. She’d been fully alerted to what the experiment would entail and what it was likely to do to her, and was now standing nervously in the empty tiled room clenching her legs with anticipation.
“Are you feeling alright, Subject One?” Carolyn spoke sternly into the intercom.
“Ah.. yeah. Just fine. I guess.”
“Healthy and well?”
“Y..yes.”
“Good. Then we can proceed with the tests.”
Carolyn decided to use Audio Sample #239 for this one.
*POP*
#239 was one of her absolute favourites, a nice ripe pop that made her dick stiffen every time she heard it. The fat wet smack of those balls dropping out of that girls cunt, sealing it up forever still got her rock hard, and it was clearly affecting the redhead too. By now she must’ve known what that popping meant.
It meant that a pussy had popped. And that hers was going to pop soon as well.
Immediately the girl started to look flustered and sweaty, looking around with over alert focus as dopamine flooded into her brain. She began biting her nails. A notable wet spot was forming at the crotch of her jumpsuit.
“Subject one, how are you feeling?”
“I’m.. I’m feeling really aroused! It’s just.. I.. that pop.. it’s like I can picture it in my head. I can see some girl’s huge balls dropping out and.. and.. it seems really really nice..!”
Carolyn nodded. She also knew that feeling. As the minutes passed, the wet patch grew larger as her juices dribbled down her thighs. Her legs were starting to tremble.
"Subject one, it's been roughly 7 minutes since you heard audio sample #239, can you tell us how you're feeling?"
"I... I just.. REALLY need to get rid of my pussy. Like, right now doc! I need to have a cock and balls or something! It's all I can think about!"
“A standard reaction..”
"It's like.. it's not even my pussy, it's someone elses! Where is my dick?!"
“Yes, but I need you to focus. Try to hold it in.”
"I can feel my clitty... it's so... so SMALL! It needs to be bigger... and-oh... OH I can feel it growing!"
“Okay, it’s starting. Subject One, I want you to try and imagine yourself wearing large hoop earrings.”
The redhead’s brow furrowed as she closed her eyes in concentration, and Carolyn watched as brass earrings manifested out of thin air and around her earlobes.
“Good. Now, try and imagine your hair is longer, going all the way down to your feet. And that it’s green.”
She clenched her jaw in focus and Carolyn saw her red hair shoot outwards and downwards into long lustrous green locks that reached down to the floor, the new hair starting off green and then spilling out upwards and overwriting her original hair colour.
That was the strangest thing about the transformation. It was entirely mind over matter. Once a girl heard the pop, their minds became convinced that something was true and their bodies conformed and changed to make it true. It was like something unlocked in her brain and she could change almost any aspect of herself or her surroundings, sometimes impossibly so. Such as changing her genitals into..
"Oh my god YES! Come out babies! Come out my big beautiful sexy balls!"
“Focus subject one! I want you to try to visualize in front of you a large bar of gold bullion.”
But it was too late, the redhead wasn’t listening to anything else but her immeasurable lust now, her burning desire to grow a huge juicy cock that had been implanted subliminally by the sound of another pussy popping. It was impossible for her to fight it, to control it..
"Hurry up! Hurry up and pop! Hurry up and *POP*"
Carolyn watched as the 9 inch penis punched through the crotch of her jumpsuit, followed by two sizable testicles still drenched in the last of her cunt fluid. She began to ejaculate furiously, shooting load after load of sticky cream into the tiled floor in front of her, and then collapsing happily to stroke her new length. Once their balls dropped, that incredible psychic ability to just change themselves quickly went dormant again.
The scientist raised the recorder to her mouth. “Note: Subject’s vagina has completely inverted into male genitelia. Trial is concluded..”

Later on she would have to isolate the recording of that lip smacking cunt destroying pop for her audio library. Sample #1289.